#and that he mattered snd was important

[josephquinncurl]

I'm just here to remind you all that Eddie Munson is the sweetest baby boy in hawkins that never did anything wrong in his life and was trying his best to graduate and don't end up like his dad. 😔

[llycaons]

like wwx IS compassionate, but I don't think his extreme self-denial comes naturally or is healthy, and having him never talk about himself or his needs in such a long work where he processes a lot just reinforces the pervasive in-universe social expectation on him to never prioritize or talk about or attend to his own feelings, to the benefit of the gentry he was raised and educated with. because he's lesser, right? why should his feelings matter?

it's just frustrating - it feels like naturalizing the extremely unfair classist social expectation he struggled with throughout the story, found respite from only in a select few people and in a very few specific ways, and ultimately escaped, having entered into a relationship with an extremely high-ranked and well-regarded member of the nobility who would do anything for him, prioritizes him and his wants and desires and feelings, and loves him absolutely selflessly. like the fact that lwj is so highborn is actually really important innit. or am I just talking nonsense since it's 3 am

[eggbagelz]

Cant believe i have to say this but yall know that magneto's allowed to be a terrible person right

[gay-dorito-dust]

May I please request any comfort fluff with Jiyan from Wuthering Waves if you're open to those requests?🙏😔 I need bro to comfort me

‘Are you okay?’

‘I’m sorry?’ You asked, looking up to see Jiyan stood over your seated form with conceding lacing his golden eyes.

‘Are you okay?’ He repeated, sitting down next to you, ‘you’ve been acting differently as of late and I feel as though there’s more to it than just a shift in personality.’

You chuckled humourlessly, the jig was up and you knew it but were too stubborn to accept help from anyone, especially from one who had more important matters at hand than your slight decline in mental health. ‘It’s nothing, honestly, I’m just a little-‘

‘Tired?’ Jiyan cuts you off and suddenly your throat felt drier than a desert and he must’ve known that he caught you in your one lie as he levels you with a stare, leaning slightly towards you. ‘How often have you used being tired as an excuse because people in your past have proven themselves ill equip with handling a difficult situation, despite saying false promises of being there for when life gets hard.’

‘Way too fucking often.’ You replied. ‘It’s like they were only in my life to take something from me, why? I’ll never know because they’re all gone and fucked off, like they didn’t just tore my souls to shreds snd left me to pick up the pieces.’ You concluded and it wasn’t until then did you realise that you had started to cry when Jiyan wordlessly wiped one away with his thumb.

You had let your guard slip, the one thing you’ve promised yourself to never do again in the presence of another person due to how they made it all about them; not to mention how they gone on about how suddenly they couldn’t handle your baggage before ghosting you completely whenever you tried to reach out to them again. You didn’t deserve that type of treatment and you know it, but you’ve less yourself to believe that their reaction will be how others would perceive your situation, and so you never bothered reaching out for help and instead letting it bottle up inside until you cracked.

‘I’m sorry.’ You gasped as you began to violently wipe away at your eyes when Jiyan held your wrists in his hand and brought them away from your face.

‘Don’t apologise,’ he started, ‘never apologise for your own emotions nor the people who’ve made you believe that others would turn a blind eye to your plan, for that is simply not true, but I understand that this is a hard mentality for one to unlearn after so long.’ Jiyan wasn’t well versed in comforting others, seeing as how he spent most of his life in the frontlines of the battlefield as both a medic and general, but that didn’t stop him from recognising that a misdeed had been committed against you and that he wouldn’t allow; So for you, jiyan would try his best to provide comfort that you needed.

‘Oh yeah? And who’s going to change that then you?’ You scoffed.

‘Yes.’ Jiyan answered without hesitation and a seriousness you’ve only ever seen in battle and that alone had you choke on your own words.

‘Why?’ You asked, looking into his eyes in hopes of getting the answer you wanted, you wanted to look for a lie within his eyes but his eyes only told you that he was being genuine with his words.

‘I want to prove that if there is one person who’s willing to shoulder your burdens with you, it’s me.’ He tells you. ‘I will not allow you to suffer alone during you’re in pain. So please, allow me to lend you aid in these difficult times.’

You stayed silent for a bit and Jiyan thought that he may have overstepped a boundary or two but his own worries were put to rest when you gripped onto his hand just as he was about to pull away. ‘If it’s not too much trouble for you.’

‘I wouldn’t have suggested such if it was, which it isn’t.’ Jiyan cuts you off softly.

‘Then I guess it couldn’t hurt.’ You said, slowly beginning to grow hope for this seemingly small promise.

[w2sology]

can you do a harry dating headcanon pls? thank you!

headcanons are my absolute fave form of writing honestly 🤭

me + you, harry lewis.

summary: what it's like to date harry!

warnings: language, that's about it!

you guys have been together since you were quite young

probably around 16/17

honestly there could be different stories of how you two got together

harry was always outgoing, especially if it was just between you guys

he brought the energy out of you and it made you love him for all he was

having been together for such a long time, you definitely know almost all there is to know about each other

"she doesn't like tulips as much as she likes baby breaths, so maybe get some of those"

"hm, i don't know, harry's not too fond of buttons so maybe not that top"

introducing you to the boys was one of the most nerve racking things for harry

but he knew that if he loved you, then so would they

play fighting. no doubt.

it could start off with something like harry not giving you the tv remote

and from there it's just... full on wwe

but of course harry goes gentle snd trues not to hurt you

harry loves physical contact between you guys

like when you'd both be laying in bed under the sheets, he had to be touching you in some way

whether it was an arm around your body or his head on his chest, he'd be content with whatever

but there are sometimes where harry's insecure about his clinginess

he doesn't want to come off as too clingy or needy, but he wants to literally live in your skin

and you'd always welcome him with open arms, catering to his needs as well as you could

you two love to spoil the other, not even with just gifts, it could be something like affection, date nights, or something harry randomly came up with

having to deal with harry's random bursts of energy

also having to deal with broken chairs, controllers, and a whole lot more thanks to your boyfriend's game rage

having your own groupchat with the sidewomen and spilling all the goss and whatnot

harry wanting in on the goss

harry becoming one of the girls in the sense that he's always ready for whatever gossip you have for him

forehead kisses !!!! literally yours and harry's brand at this point

you hurt yourself? here have a forehead kiss. you had a good day at work? forehead kiss. you're looking pretty today? forehead kiss.

harry becoming visibly flustered whenever one of the boys mention you on camera

he goes all shy and smiley and shit

and everyone is in love with you two, they see how happy you make each other and honestly that's the most important thing

begging harry to get a pet but also having to school him on how to take care of one properly

baby feverrrrrrrr goes through the roof when you see how he is with olive

it's enough to make anyone's ovaries burst

"look at how tiny her feet are!─── why're you looking at me like that"

"we should have a baby"

"Y/N?????"

going on the most random dates

one week could be the movies the next could be go karting

going on girls trips with his sister, leaving harry feeling betrayed and sad (he hates sharing you)

both of you are the duo that everyone hates to look after when drunk, you're either giggly or obnoxious, but the good type of obnoxious

"they're on their what, seventh drink?"

"ethan, they've been at it all night, that's not drink number seven"

"for fuck's sake, someone cut them off ─── harry! get down from the fucking counter???"

complimenting him no matter what and he never fails to blush

literally just having a good time. you're relationship is so fun.

him using you as a sofa/bed and literally flopping down on you

you never complaining too much because you do the same

bickering non stop but knowing where the line is so it doesn't become a full blown argument

wearing his clothes all. the. time.

"babe, have you seen my beige hoodie─── of course you have it"

accidentally being in the frame of his streams sometimes and his chat going wild

hugs from behind !!!! harry always snakes his arms around your stomach and pulls your back into his chest, he finds those times of hugs much nicer

hand holding is a must, even if just your pinkies are holding on to each other

harry being a little shit and teasing you all the time (both in that way and not in that way)

he has a folder in his camera roll full of pictures of you

never failing to express to each other how much you love each other

[danikamariewrites]

can i please request a modern au with rhysand x reader where rhysand is sitting in very important meeting and his daughter calls him on readers phone to tell her about her day and what she learned in school today. He answers and doesn’t give a shit that this is a meeting. he just smiles and talks to his daughter. The others in the meeting wait impatiently for him to finish snd someone says

” this is absolutely ridiculous it’s unproffesional, disrespectful and rude to to this in the middle of a crisis meeting “

and he says coldly:

“If my daughter calls me, I’m going to answer. I don’t care if the mother herself sat here. And you’re crazy if you think I’m not going to speak to my wife as well.”

and he keeps talking to reader and their daughter,

” give me one minute sweetie, daddy is coming home very soon. i’ll pick you and mommy up some ice cream from the place you like. yeah okay sweetheart hand the phone over to mommy. Yeah, i’ll be there in 10 minutes my love see you soon. ”

” this meeting is completely unnecessary, i’ll go out and fix this situation in 2 seconds and then i’m going home. ” he says unamused and walks out.

Pointless Meetings

Modern!Rhysand x reader

A/n: I love modern!Rhys who is obsessed with his family 😋

Warnings: fluff and not proof read sorry lol

Rhys was perpetually bored. Two of his board members called an emergency meeting over nothing, Rhys could solve the problem if they simply let him speak. He is CEO and the fact that he can’t get a word in is ridiculous.

As the others argued he simply spun in his chair staring out the window of the high rise. He stared in the direction of home. Where you and your little girl, Isla, are waiting at home for him. Rhys could’ve left thirty minutes ago if it wasn’t for this meeting.

His phone buzzed in the breast pocket of his suit jacket. Looking at the screen a text from you pops up, Isla wants to call if you’re not busy 😊.

Rhys smiled at the message as he replied. He would always make time for the two of you no matter what. Seconds later your contact photos graced his screen. He loved looking at the sweet photo of you and Isla smiling, frosting from her birthday cake all over her cheeks and little nose.

Sliding to answer he heard Isla’s little voice as she spoke to you. “Did he answer yet mommy?” “Yup, here sweetie.” She screamed in excitement. Isla hadn’t spoken to him all day and she was desperate for daddy’s attention.

“Hi little bean.” “Hi daddy!” Rhys heard the room fall silent. He stood walking over to the window facing away from the board members. “I miss you, when will you be home? You promised we would watch Monsters Inc.”

A breathy giggle leaves his lips. “Of course we’re gunna watch Monsters Inc. bean, I-“ “Excuse me Rhysand! Taking a personal call during an emergency meeting is highly inappropriate. You are the CEO! Set an example.”

Anger took over Rhys’s features as he looks back at the full meeting table. “This is barley an emergency. And if my daughter wants to speak to me I’m going to answer the phone. I don’t care what’s happening I will always speak to my family.”

He turns back to look out the window, holding the phone back up to his ear. “Sorry daddy, did I get you in trouble?” Rhys could hear the wobble in her voice like she was about to cry. “No bean, not at all. Remember daddy’s the boss so I can do whatever I want.”

Isla’s sweet giggle sounded again causing his smile to widen and heart to warm. “Can you put me on speaker so I can talk to mommy too?” “Ok say hi.” “Hi y/n/n.”

“Hi baby.” Your voice calmed him immediately. Making him miss you even more, wanting you and Isla in his arms. “I’m leaving in a minute and I’m going to pick up your favorite ice cream, any other requests?” After the short list you said goodbye to each other.

Rhys angrily shoved his phone back into his pocket and stormed back over to the table. “So you’re just going to leave without-“

Rhys grabbed the pen from the man’s hand and started scribbling notes on the paper in front of him. “There. There’s your answer. See how easy that was. And stop fucking calling emergency board meetings at the end of the day, this is the seventh one this month and it’s very disturbing you can’t do your job.”

Throwing the pen down on the table he aggressively opened the glass door and sped walked to the elevators. His dress shoes causing an echo to sound in the empty hallway. He slammed the buttons, willing the elevator to arrive so he can get home to the two of you.

[askinkiskarma]

ok so what about like an enemies with benefits type of thing with neteyam and they’re so mean to eachother but in the height of it all he’s holding her close and praising her. idk this probably don’t make sense

ok this took me a while, but I enjoyed doing this. hope you enjoy, too, anonnie x

Thoroughly recommend you play this for the full effect (thank you @karma-is-a-cat-purringinmylap for the flawless music taste and ability to match music to text, ily)

wc: 760 words

“If I have to use my radio to tell you off one more time, neither of you are allowed on a mission for a month, do I make myself clear?”

The voice of the Olo’eyktan pierced through the silence in his family’s tent, his angry snd stiff demeanour not one to be trifled with, even on the best day. Today wasn’t one of those days. Your last mission almost went to shit, and if you were being honest with yourself, it was all because of you.

Well. Because of you and likely the world’s most frustrating, annoying, stupid, antagonistic man the world has ever had the misfortune of hosting in its midst. You hated Neteyam. There were certain privileges that came with being the son of the chieftain, the Omatikaya prince, and he made sure to take advantage of just about every one of them. He was cocky and arrogant, and he loved to push your buttons. So many buttons, it was like one of those little machines residing behind the Toruk Makto that the Sky People used to make symbols appear on the screen, and he was proficient at pushing the right combination to make you want to commit violent acts or reckless actions that he knew would get you into trouble.

You were a warrior. Not just any warrior, you were a great warrior. So great, in fact, people were saying you were for sure the next Neytiri, bound to achieve great things, bound to be a key player in the upcoming war with the Sky People.

Neteyam was also a warrior. Not just any warrior, he was a great warrior. So great, in fact, people were already excited for the prospect of him being Olo’eyktan one day, praising his calm, collected demeanour, his incredible hunting skills that were only second to his own father, his outstanding bow work and leadership instincts.

You two have competed your whole lives. For the title of best warrior. For supremacy. For finally settling who was the better one between the two. No one else cared, no one else thought it was important who was on top, as it wasn't a competition to begin with. The more, the merrier, right? Well, that's not how it worked with you two. His pride was wounded every time you were better than him at anything, and your pride was wounded every time he acted like it was somehow unexpected that you were.

He was a better hunter, but you were a better rider. He was better at making beaded necklaces, but you were a better alchemist. He was better with a machine gun, you were better with a sniper. But perhaps the toughest call to make when it came to your competition was when you were fucking each other. You both took great pleasure in making each other come undone, and you took even greater pleasure in rubbing the other's nose in it.

"I made you come in like 20 seconds, that has to be some sort of record."

"You have got to be kidding. You forget that you could barely contain yourself when I was riding you the other day. I didn't realise you can make such pretty, girly sounds, Neteyam."

That was your life, and today, it was no different. Loud moans were slipping past your plush, reddened lips in a saccadic burst of sound that you couldn't help exhale, no matter how much you were trying to. In truth, the man was a god at fucking you. He knew you so well, he knew your body like he's spent his whole life learning it, his whole life studying it. Still, you wanted to spite him, wanted to be quiet, wanted to not seem weak to him, give him another reason to be cocky, another reason to tease and antagonise you at a drop of a hat. But as he rutted into you at a pace that made you see stars, rubbing your clit in the way that made you dizzy, kissing your neck in the way that almost made you forget you hated him, he knew you were putty under his touch, and you couldn't find it in you to care.

"Neteyam, I -"

"I know, baby. You're doing so well for me. Such a good girl on my cock. Come, pretty girl. Come for me, I want to feel you milk me dry."

You came on command at his words, at his praise, that you never thought you'd ever want, but now were wondering how you're going to live without.

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

a thought 🤔💭

Consider this post an offshoot of this one!

A lot of the world lore we receive comes directly from the 22-student main cast of NRC. However, this information they provide us with shouldn’t always be taken at face value 💦 Characters can be unreliable narrators; they won’t be 100% honest with us just because we’re the player.

There are points where they speak with sarcasm (so it negates the words they actually say). This happens a lot with Leona’s lines. Other times, characters intentionally say something to avoid implying something else or to cover up a less savory truth. An example of this may be Azul, who is highly concerned with maintaining his self image. Therefore, not everything he says may be entirely truthful, as the words may be intentionally changed to preserve his self image. We need to more carefully parse through and determine what is true and what is false or insincere of the information they disperse to us. It’s much easier, of course, to get a sense for their intentions by listening to their voiced home screen lines rather than just reading the text snd comparing it to their facial expressions, but voices aren’t always available.

Something else I was thinking about that goes hand-in-hand with this is how different backgrounds bias clouds the information given out or can provide an incomplete sample of the TWST population. For example, if you think about it, NRC only has ~800 students and we only see 22 of them. That’s a very small fraction of the total population of Twisted Wonderland (the whole world)—not to mention that almost 75% of those 22 come from at least upper middle class or at least “special” or privileged families:

Riddle’s parents are both medical mages, with his mother being particularly well-known in their hometown’s community. He had the privilege of studying magic since he was very young (which is notable since education is typically general and does not include magic unless you specifically go to a school for it like NRC).

Cater’s dad is a banker. I’m guessing he has to be pretty high up on the food chain to be traveling all the time (and far enough to separate Cater from his friends every time they do), as a regular low-level banker would stay put at one bank location and devote most of their time there.

Leona is a prince, and so is Malleus. Whether they are crown prince or not doesn’t matter because they still receive great educations and access to great funds either way.

Azul’s mom owns and operates the most famous restaurant in the ENTIRE Coral Sea. His stepdad is also a lawyer.

The Leech twins’ father has important connections and is highly influential in the Coral Sea; they are probably loaded because of this. (Popular fan speculation is the Leech mob family.)

Kalim’s dad is a wealthy trader and he is related to royalty; as the eldest son, Kalim is going to inherit the business. The Asim family’s enormous wealth is mention several times over in the main story, voice lines, vignettes, and events.

Jamil’s family is also said to be well-off.

Vil is an A-list celebrity and his father is as well.

We don’t know the specifics about Rook’s family, but they must be influential and deal in some kind of international business, as Rook mentions they have villas and warp pads (which require special clearance for) all over Twisted Wonderland.

Idia and Ortho’s family legit runs a secret government organization that studies blot. Idia himself is a child prodigy, and is set to become the next director after his father and grandmother.

Lilia is a renown war general and was close friends with his country’s crown princess and her spouse. He lives humbly, but he still has highly influential connections that a regular person wouldn’t.

Silver is Lilia’s adopted son, so by extension, he comes from a privileged background. Even if he technically grew up in a hut in the middle of the woods and didn’t live luxuriously, he still has Lilia’s social connections.

Sebek’s parents are both dentists and do you know how much money dentists make—

Ace, Trey, Jack, and Epel come from normal income families (excluding the portion in book 5 when Epel said his family’s farm has fallen on hard times).

Ruggie comes from extreme poverty while Deuce’s family has had financial issues due to being a single parent household.

And that’s not even to mention that NRC is all-male and mostly 16-18 year olds, thus skewing the perspectives we see in a “male” and “adolescent” direction. This will naturally limit the scope of how they see the world and how they speak about it, even if the characters themselves don’t intend for it to happen. In fact, I wonder if part of the reason the NRC boys aren’t open to accepting help or being open with others when they’re struggling isn’t purely a school-exclusive thing. Maybe it’s because 1) teenagers tend to be largely egocentric/focused on themselves anyway, and 2) society largely discourages men from showing “weakness” and NRC happens to attract particularly prideful students 😭 but the most obvious example of background limiting scope of perception are definitely the super sheltered, super wealthy characters (Malleus, Kalim, etc.).

Just getting our information from them won’t be entirely accurate to how the rest of the population acts or perceives things. We cannot 100% rely on what we know of the TWST boys’ behaviors to assess what everyone or everything else is like.

[sillyyuserr]

Why the “betrayal” in chapter 108 is so interesting to me (spoilers for chapter 108 + 110)

Another short terukane analysis, if you can even call it that. Posting at midnight again :3

So this section is started when the big clock is stopped, and akane + teru head to no. 1’s boundary to see whats going on. They see hanako frozen, bully him, yadayadayada not important

Very very shortly after they get into the boundary, akane is approached by an owl. More specifically a “messenger”, which we can assume was sent by kako or mirai or some other clock keeper person.

the owl flies up to akane, lands on his arm, and tells him something. This “something” seems to shock akane. Well, less of shock factor more of unwant.

He clearly does not want to comply with what the owl is asking of him/ordering him to do, but again, akane will complain, but when it comes down to it, he’ll do It. He seems somewhat distressed, but when teru is in frame with him his anxious expression disappears and is replaces with that of a content/not particularly happy nor sad nor anything face.

Then we see him start to talk about the clock to teru, and mention something he needs to “ammend”.

Then, this godforsaken panel comes next

Now that you understand whats going on i can break it down. we can generally assume this owl told him “stamp him for the trial” or smthn like that, but why would he be so distressed and uncomfortable with doing this?

He visibly wants to fight back. He really really doesn’t wanna do this. But why? Maybe he doesn’t wanna lose teru’s trust again, maybe he just doesn’t wanna go through with the trial, but no matter what he wants, he goes through with it

if you know teru’s character, like really know his character, you’d know trust is like a big thing for this dude. And he trusts him completely. He trusts him in the place where his supernatural abilities are at their strongest. Akane told him to follow the bird, and he did it without question. Putting his back to him while they walked together, being extremely vulnerable in a place where akane (a supernatural aka his literal born enemy) is at his most powerful

We cant see his face, so we dont know what he’s thinking, but quickly akane steps forward, and hits him with the mallet, and this panel is born

This, along with the next two or three panels have alot so lets break these down even further.

for starters, akane knew teru well enough to know how he would react, and moved his hand (that was guarding his sword) away

And teru’s face is very telling aswell. Ive never seen him make this face before its kinda funny. He looks as if someones just ripped something from him. He knew akane was behind him, but he didnt do this. Who did this to him. Wouldnt akane shout oh i dont know “hey pres watch out” or something?? Whats happening??

he turns and the one thing he was hoping wasn’t true, was true

It WAS him. Teru’s had a record of responding to distressed moments by taking it out on other people via violence, feeling betrayed, he immediately turns to attack akane.

And akane hits him with the “forgive me president.” with the title for added sincerity, showing he really does care

Teru not stopping after akane’s told him to multiples times, akane was forced to put him into an even more vulnerable position, this time, without room for withdrawl

During the trial (chapter 110) alot of people were shitting on teru for not doing anything while akane was being beat up by tsukasa, but dudes in a restraint ofc he cant fucking do anything, he said it himself 😭

Teru has always seen akane as human, and thats i think one of the things akane likes ab him. Even after literally being half supernatural and welding inhuman abilities, he still sees him as human. Snd therefore treats him like one. But this “betrayal” i feel like changed something for him. He refers to his as a “clock keeper” rather than “aoi” or any other name

(looking at him, signifying its directed at him too)

Case and point, teru and akane trust and care for eachother (or at least used to) even if they dont say it :3

i feel like theres more but i cant think of anything. I also don’t even know what point i just made here so if u don’t understand, i dont either ur not alone

[eddiediazismyhusband]

authors who won't tag their fics properly PISS ME OFF!!! one time i read a buddie fic where buck had sex "onscreen" multiple times with an OC, and even developed feelings for the OC to the point where he was like, "if eddie didn't exist, I could really fall in love with OC" - and there was no Buck/OMC tag?!?!?! like. wtf?? i don't click on a buddie fic to read about buck screwing some OC the author is in love with?!? i muted that author. also, sorry this seems to be an increasingly controversial take in buddie fandom, but i also get pissed off when people refuse to tag for sexual stuff including Top/Bottom, and even act judge-y in their author's note/comments about people who DO want stuff like that tagged. all like, "It shouldn't matter" "it's not important" - ok if it's not important, then just please take one second to tag it so people can read what they want to read, and avoid what they want to avoid?? now i just mute authors who won't tag sufficiently.

i don’t understand people’s apprehension to tagging what is included in their fics… like i’m not claiming ot be perfect at it myself like im sure ive made mistakes but like i try my best to be as clear about everything as i can be. and i have read similar buddie fics where it feels like eddie/omc are the main ones and they’re played as this sort if “right person wrong time” think but eddie/omc aren’t tagged and im like ?????

if im reading a buddie fic unless i explicitly search for sad/unhappy or hopeful ending that fic better end with them being madly in love with each other as if there is no one else in the world but so many fics have these elements of them almost “settling” for each other snd im like a) how ooc is that, and b) do you even ship them atp???

and i definitely understand your frustration over the position tags for smut fics— personally i don’t care either way when it comes to buddie but there are other ships where i am picky about the kind of smut i read (i can think specifically of an old sterek fic i read that was a slow burn and it ended with one smut scene and it was top!stiles which… yeah that might be some people’s preference but it wasn’t mine and so i had to skip the whole chapter of that fic)

unfortunately i think people just like to bait their tags so that they get more views and it’s like…. there’s nothing wrong with wanting your fic to reach a wide audience, but if you’re writing purely for hits/clout then your already writing for the wrong reasons imo 🤷

[zlobonessa]

also I'm about to get a bit more serious and a lot more annoying but it's really interesting to me how you can actually analyse regulus as a parallel to subaru in the aspect of patriarchy and toxic masculinity — and failing at it, actually.

subaru's issues with traditional masculinity are evident. arc 3 conflict is stemming from his inability to accept the fact that he cannot just be the great traditional hero saving a day and his lady without regards for her wishes. he grew up in a shadow of his father, a man who succeeded in getting everything that is promised by patriarchy — a loving family, a career, respect from his community. subaru cries a lot and scared for his life. he is a loser, he is vulnerable, he is insecure. he is everything that a patriarchal man shouldn't be.

so what does regulus have to do with any of this?

from a first glance at regulus you could assume that he is the one who played patriachy and won. he has a harem! he is violent and he can afford to be violent, he disregards other people's opinions and other people's lives. his wifes are supposed to obey him and if they don't, they are prostitutes snd whores and traitors. his rights are the only ones that matters. he is the one in charge. he is The Man.

but what if we look a little closer?

under scrutiny you can notice he is not actually completely secure in himself — rather the opposite. he directly tells as much:

he also compares himself to reinhard, yet another perfect man (just like subaru does) and not in his own favor:

his wives also notice the pattern:

and subaru puts the final nail in the coffin:

in other words, everybody can see through his scrawny ass.

we can still dig deeper here.

regulus appearance is described as averege (absolutely not impressive enough to get a girl he likes to llke him). he is not physically strong, he immediately loses the confidence that he'll win the fight the moment subaru and emilia take away his main advantage. he is the youngest son, a problem child. he is not particularly liked in his hometown. he is poor, which is a very important detail: combination of poverty and patriarchy produces its own type of helplessness, insecuity in masculinity. you forced to take unrewarding, most often physical, exhausting jobs that destroy your human dignity AND do not pay enough for you be a successful family provider. regulus is a failure in patriarchal society and he desperately wants to escape this position.

unfortunately, the only way he sees is up, and the only climbing technique he knows is the same patriarchal violence that put him down in the first place.

[also, sidenote: it's really funny how he is is only archbishop who gets the fanciest clothing and a whole ass manor.

class traitor.]

the authority of greed for regulus is a way to fight his insecurities by establish his dominance — patriarchal among others. he is the strongest now, nobody can humiliate him. he uses extreme violence to get his way. he forces a woman he likes to become his wife, knowing him, probably under the pretence of saving her from these incomplete swines. he knows better what is best for her, right?

well if it doesn't sound familiar.

that's also who subaru can be. cruel, cold, unable to ask for help and allow himself to be vulnerable, uncaring about what women he supposedly does all this for actually thinks about that. we can clearly see this in the if routes, but a lot of it is present in the main route too, to less extreme degree.

(also..... harem if lmao)

but as we established earlier, all of this doesn't actually makes regulus happy. he is still insecure, he lashes out at the barest hint of threat to his ego, he still deeply discomforted by interaction with reinhard. upholding the ideal of traditional masculinity doesn't help him and eventually leads to his doom. regulus is another dark reflection of what subaru could be — if he had not found another way, if he had been way too stubborn to change, to find support and to free himself from harmful, cruel ideas.

[https-evan2]

grover requests huh? I gotchu! here's two ideas for grover, you dont have to do both, or any. but since you were asking for requests; 1. Grover x Child of Demeter!reader. (next one is more detailed :)) 2. Grover x reader who isn't too fond of nature, scared of it, even. Grover tries telling reader about how lovely it is, and tries to get them... more comfortable in outside environments <3 hope u have a lovely day!! stay nuts and berries!! (the titans curse reference...)

I’m going to go with the second one but might do the first one later because i love ‘em both

no pronouns gor reader + no description of appearance (my fics are for everyone)

warnings: poor grammar and misuse of punctuation. Excuse me if grover is ooc!

requests are OPEN

You tried to keep your cool every time you went out with Grover but no matter how hard you tried you just could never seem to get over your fear of the wild. It terrified you just the fact that you didn’t know when or if something was going to jump up from bushes or if you’d be stepping on ground wasp nest.

You managed to avoid forests for most of your life still going outdoors just in the more open parts. But now it’s near impossible because you just so happen to be dating the lord of the wild, Grover.

You love him so much but he never realised how someone could fear nature and all its critters.

You tried spending most of your dates in your cabin or around camp but Grover was a bit bored of it.

He loves you so much so he wouldn’t even say anything at first but later when he got selected for the role of lord of the wild he realised just how much time that he couldn’t spend with you because of your fear.

He tried talking to you snd trying yk get over your fear for the entire time of your relationship but now he felt it was extra important.

One evening he tried to show you how beautiful nature could be instead of explaining.

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“Grover i don’t like this…” you stammered as you were clinging onto him as if your life depended on it. With every move you jumped closer to him and you couldn’t bear to leave his side as you were shaking in his arms.

“Sweetie it’s fine, everything is completely okay” he reaffirmed as he rubbed your back tracing circles around your skin. He sat down and picked up a pretty big bug.

”look! It’s a praying mantis! This little guy has given everything hes got to the ecosystem without even knowing it! Isn’t that amazing that this small critter can help maintain all this” Grover exclaimed obviously passionate about the wildlife

“P-put it back on the ground please its legs freak me out”

You, still being absolutely terrified tried to not step on the bug he just showed you know it would decrease the chances of marriage by 50% and maybe a break up.

“T-that flower is pretty” you stutter pointing at a wild pansy. You might find nature terrifying but you had to admit thst it could be beautiful.

“And so is everything here you just got to look for it” after Grover made that statement he took your hand and you started walking around just looking for the smaller stuff as Grover pointed out some of them snd facts about them. You loved seeing Grover really get into a subject that he’s passionate about. He could easily be pushed aside at camp but when it was just you and him he felt like he wouldn’t be in the shadow.

“hey Grover, are these safe to eat?” You point at a bush of lingonberries.

“yeah there should be a bunch of edible stuff around here i like to go here when I’m hungry before dinner”

“Grover, you’re always hungry”

With that you both began picking berries and other edible goodies. When you were done you ate them together as you looked for animals around.

Safe to say nature wasn’t as bad as you thought

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AH IM SORRY I SENT THAT UNFINISHED PLEASE READ THIS ONE INSTEAD

Dazai’s been grumpy all day in his big headspace, only to be unconsolable when kunikda tries to put him down for his nap.

He won’t stop crying no matter what, won’t eat or drink anything, and can only be held for so long before he gets fussy and starting wiggling aggressively to get down.

No one knows what to do, poor thing wailing until he goes hoarse, and just continues to cry. The only people who can get close to him are ranpo and atsushi; but they can’t do much beside cuddle with him in the playpen.

Ranpo’s distressed because nothing he tries to do fixes the situation, and atsushi is crying too because he’s sad dazai is so upset. Yet they refuse to leave his side and sit with dazai while he cries.

Unsure what to do, kunikida calls chuuya, who promises to come as soon as he can. Leaving a very important meeting to run home before heading to the agency.

Once he gets there, he all but rushes into the break room with a bag in hand. Chuuya smiles as he makes eye contact with dazai, slowly taking off his shoes and coat and setting them down on a chair before he goes to join dazai in the playpen.

Poor dazai just starts crying harder when he sees chuuya, his companions forgotten as he whines brokenly and reaches out to make make grabby hands at chuuya.

What was wrong? He missed chuuya. Bad

Kunikida and yosano pull out atsushi and ranpo, leaving the executive alone with his baby.

Chuuya gets in with dazai, a baby who’s so overjoyed to see chuuya he’s a pain to get in the redheads lap because he’s squirming so much to get closer.

Once he gets dazai settled he tells him he brought dazai something. He grabs the bag he brought from home and pulls out fishie. Dazai grabs him immediately and cuddles it between him snd chuuya.

It takes a while to get dazai calmed down enough to be able to transport him safely to his apartment, but chuuya knows dazai’s feeling better when he starts playing with the chain on chuuya’s hat.

Everyone in the agency is amazed out how fast it was for chuuya to calm down (ranpo lets it slip he misses chuuya) and realise they should have called him sooner. Enemies be damned, they care about their resident baby.

Chuuya then takes babyzai home and they have a nice calming night where chuuya makes him drink lots of warm water for his throat, and a bottle for his tummy

(I didnt mean to send this early whoops lol i dropped my phone. SORRY IT’S SO LONG i keep thing about this)

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It’s ok it happens!! I hope ur phone is okay!

Poor baby, I totally think he works himself up and spirals and convinces himself Chuuya’s not ever gonna come around again 🥺 he just gets snappy and pushes everyone away and then he feels so awful he doesnt know what to do or how to fix it 😭 his head is full of big feelings and he feels tiny and its too much 😭 good thing the agency cares about him so much i love the part about them wanting to put aside being ‘enemies’ because they all love dazai 😭🩵 really sweet and heartwarming i love this family sm aifhdijhsiu

[oh-my-may]

hi hi hi!

Wanted to pop in rq to talk about recent game stuff again :)

I played Cyno's story quest! After noz liking his first one, I gotta say that with this second one they really stepped up the game and I'm glad about that. I feel like Sumeru kinda got thrown under the bus after giving us some of the most important in game lore when it comes to Khaenri'ah and Irminsul. I've seen lots of people talking about how they didn't like Sumeru as much, criticising the Archon Quest etc.... which I never understood. The desert expsnsions were vast and did get on my nerves a bit but since I love the exploration process it wasn't a huge problem for me. The AQ of Sumeru is my second favorite because you can really see the change in comparison to the other nations... even the story quests of characters were largely really good - Nahida, Tighnari, Alhaitham, Wanderer getting a whole Interlude Quest...

Just Cyno's fell kind of flat following the "old" pattern of the quest somehow completely shifting focus to some NPC and barely having significance to Cyno. THE SECOND QUEST HOWEVER. So good. It really falls in with other recent story quests (that I have all enjoyed): involvement of other playable characters that we as pöayers care about, interaction between beloved characters, spinning in some big lore that ties to the characters and thid time IT ACTUALLY IS ABOUT CYNO. HIS BACKSTORY. HIS ORIGIN. YESSSSS.

I think people should experience the quest for themselves so I don't want to talk abput the plot too much but just... so many Sumeru characters made an appearance and it was so nice to see them again :(( i miss them. It was about time we visited Sumeru again, there has been a suspicious lack of Sumeru content throughout the Fontaine patches, whereas other nations got bigger events etc...

SETHOS MY BELOVED. I can NOT wait for his release. And the fact he's gonna be on Clorinde's banner <333 my collection of electro characters continues. Really like his character design (especially his hair omg???) and generally think it's so interesting of hyv to introduce this story... him and Cyno being two parts of one whole thing but growing up so differently... yet somehow understanding each other when they meet face to face... HIS EYES ARE SO CRAZY TOO LIKE??? HUUUUH???

The cutscene of their fight be my favorite now (not counting Archon or Harbinger fights). IT WAS SO LONG??? EPIC?? The way they were so similar with using the power?? The parallels? Insane.

So yeah... I really enjoyed it. Hopefully Sethos gets a Hangout event soon. I'll definitely build him when he comes out. However I wasn't able to watch the 4.7 livestream (yet) because of my horrendous work times yesterday... gonna do it this evening after work I think. Definitely excited to finally get Clorinde tho <33 depending on how nice she is to me I might try snd get her weapon too ... but I at least have enough pulls atm to get her no matter what (and hopefully some Sethos too...)

So far so good! I actually took some screenshots during the story check it out!

[toasttt11]

my au’s facts and favorites

connie bedard

favorites

sushi and anything seafood

lettuce wraps

not a big coffee or tea person

really likes smoothies

she likes lilies

blue is her favorite color

favorite season is winter

facts

she’s always kept her hair really long but the first time she cut it short she never let it grow out long again.

connie is very very superstitious with her hockey stick and absolutely does not like anyone touching it before a game.

connie hates the summer because hockey season isn’t going on and she does not like not playing hockey.

connie is allergic to any type of nuts.

spencer tkachuck

favorites

pasta and chicken

pumpkin bread

seafood boils

favorite season is fall

doesn’t really have a favorite flower

blue is his favorite color

facts

is a pretty amazing cook and has helped quinn, connor, jack and luke all get a lot better at cooking.

spencer never lets any facial hair stay on his face because it irritates him and he doesn’t like the feeling.

he’s always had a big soft spot for animals and if he didn’t play hockey he would of wanted to become a veterinarian.

spencer has a really hard time sleeping and is use to getting very little sleep, the only thing he has every found that helps him sleep is sleeping next to quinn.

oscar bedard

favorites

chicken and steak that jack makes

any type of fruit

orange is his favorite color

any flower that’s orange is his favorite

favorite season is winter

facts

he loves fruits and one of jack’s favorite things is cutting up fruit for oscar.

he does not have any care for fashion and just buys simple things or lets his sister buy his outfits.

oscar is a big dog person and adored growing up with their a family dog.

oscar hates pretzels, he always has but it’s jack’s favorite food.

oscar can quite literally sleepy anywhere no matter where he is and where he is sitting or laying down.

wyatt johnston

favorites

loves anything that has bread

cinnamon! anything cinnamon is her favorite

cinnamon french toast

cinnamon lattes

green and purples are favorite colors

loves tulips

spring is her favorite season

facts

wyatt is a really good juggler and it’s one of her most random talents.

she does not like cooking and is not very good at it, she can make enough things to live alone but doesn’t like it.

she is always cold and most of the time is wearing a long sleeve and a oversized hoodie or jacket.

if she is on the ice she is always chewing on her mouth guard or her gloves.

she has always loved being out by the water and fishing with her dad and grandpa.

greyson hughes

favorites

chocolate he has an extreme sweet tooth

brownies are his favorite cheat meal

mocha lattes

favorite season is winter

likes white daisies

doesn’t really have a favorite color

facts

he’s had a ring since he was young from his parents and has always fiddled with it, eventually he gives it wyatt and wyatt knows it’s very important and takes good care of it.

tends to be very anti social and is alwyss wearing his noise canceling headphones especially when he reads in public.

has always sat alone on flights for road games, he likes being alone and it’s become a routine for him and the stars all know to let him sit alone.

greyson gave his love to reading to quinn too, quinn always ask for new books for greyson and the rare occasion that luke snd jack read that ask greyson too.

remington zegras

favorites

isn’t a big sweets person and likes savory more

gets just a plain cold brew coffee no sweetener

pizza is one of his favorite foods

favorite season is definitely summer

not a big flower fan and usually the one giving the flowers

favorite color is blue

facts

he loves starting his day with a workout or a run and tends to wake up early.

has always been a big water baby and would happily stay in the water all day.

feels very restless when he doesn’t do anything in a day and at least needs to workout.

remington can speak fluent ancient greek, he learned when he was younger having wanted to learn because of his heritage.

he’s always loved anything percy jackson since he was younger and was obsessed with the books and movies growing up and he loves the show now.

[sketchfanda]

Chestnut Stud Across the Multiverse Party 2

Hot Fox Fuzz

It wasn't often Satan City found itself the recipient of an honour such as hosting when a rare jewel is set to be displayed but of course such was the case which why high security was required for something so important. One such figure involved being renowned Interpol agent, Carmelita Fox finding herself being set with the task to lewd the security detail for the event and partnered with none other than Krillin as a joint operation with the local police department. It was quite a ritzy little soirée of course, the rest of the crop of society in their finest tuxedos and dresses rubbing elbows and making small talk. And how the vulpine woman found it so damn boring but hey least her partner for this gig was used to this sort of assignment so it wasn’t too bad.

While Krillin and her talked, naturally topic of her grudge slash obsession with Sly Cooper, the infamous international thief, and naturally it took quite some prodding snd teasing from the compact officer to get the literally and figuratively foxy lady to reluctantly admit her attraction to him. Though she did have to give Krillin some credit in his research pointing out the Cooper gang’s preference for robbing and exposing criminals, much to her chagrin. She had to say, small wonder such a charmer like the vertically challenged cop was married, what lady could resist such an affable guy? And their conversation was helping the time fly by better than getting wasted on the complimentary drinks being offered around by the catering staff, that was for sure.

In the end, it was only a matter of time when someone made a move and did try to steal it, but was stopped by the duo before things coild escalate out of hand. A swift arrest, a rest off on their rights, some questioning and reports to make, a couple of questions from the press and it was time for them to finally call it a night. The jewel was safe, sound and secure and they’d done their job so frankly, Carmelita was all too happy to finally leave thst party of stuffed shirts, silver spoons and trust fund chumps to their business. After this job well done of course, Carmelita decided to take Krillin back to her hotel room, where the two could continue to talk and have a good time compared to where they had to play it cool, calm and professional at he museum gala.

Besides which, being off the clock also meant a good excuse to pop open that bottle of wine the host had given them as a reward and wasn’t often the foxy agent got to enjoy some quality booze like this, let alone such a posh hotel. But hey it wasn't on hers or the little man's time or dime so why not, right? A little small talk exchanged between the two officers of the law in between sips and refills as they got know one another little more than they already did back at the party as the vixen couldn't help but squee over how adorable Krillin's daughter looked in the pictures he showed her. All the while wondering if the vertically challenged gentleman was hiding something from her but he seemed likely more concerned about how much of that wine she was knocking back.

Carmelita:*Giggling as the buzz and tipsiness of her consumption was starting to take its affect on her, she couldn't help but tilt her head as she leaned in closer towards him. Puzzling and confusing him as she gave a quizzical hum.*"Mmm, you know, it might be just the wine talking....but you're looking so...ravishing right now..." inhibition loosened and lowered by her rose coloured liquid courage, she kissed Krillin which naturally shocked and surprised him all the same. Okay so the guy was married but surely his wife wouldn't mind and besides it'd been way too damn long for her!!!*

Little did the vixen Interpol agent know was that 18 indeed wouldn't mind in the slightest, if anything she'd rather have wanted to be there to see this encounter play out as it happened. Far as Carmelita knew, wine or no wine, she wasn't too fucked to drink and she sure as hell wasn't too drunk to fuck!! Her sudden liplock ambush catching Krillin off guard enough that she pushed him down onto his back on the bed, her toned, curvy furry form atop his as she deepened the kiss. Her tongue exploring her mouth before a deep moan escaped her muzzle as she felt his hands suddenly grabbing and squeezing her bubbly, well toned furry ass. Seems the little man wasn't so against this sudden round of passion, much to her delight of course as she was suddenly feeling they were both a little overdressed right now.

It was small wonder their clothes soon went flying, both naked as the day they were burn as orange/golden fur rubbed against smooth, hairless sculpted muscle. Carmelita moaning at the touch of his skilled hands now directly feeling her natural self directly as her wine addled brain fell further into the base need and desire to mate and breed with this compact Adonis. How long had it been for her since she rally knew or felt the touch of a man? Too damn long if you were to ask her and she'd admit it so, especially long sleepless nights fantasising about hatefucking that damn noble thieving racoon.

So here she was acting on wine fuelled impulses of lust as she rolled around on the silky bedsheets with the quite dashing and charming hairless monkey, playing breath-taking, spit-swapping tonsil hockey. The spark of passion and arousal growing between them as their naked bodies rubbed up against one another, busy hands groping and massaging each other as she moaned from Krillin feeling up her exquisite tits or squeezing her bubbly ass, hell even the simple stroking of her tail sent up a thrilling tingle along her spine. All the while she became awed and enamoured with those muscles of his but talk about that dick, no that COCK!! Bulls and horses would be envious and feeling inadequate if they saw this thing, how'd he even manage to fit into his pants was a mystery not even Holmes could solve!!

Carmelita:”Oooh FUCK!! OH GOD!! Don’t stop just don’t stop you goddamn animal! You fucking wreck me!!”*The vixen cop howled and moaned as she held onto the headboard for dear life. The bed shaking and creaking as Krillin rocked her world plowing her ina combined form of missionary and the mating press. Her fluffy tail swaying and wagging as her ass jiggled and clapped from the impact of thst length and girth pumping into her snatch’s lewd embrace. Those big balls smacking that furry booty as pussy juices w splashed and went flying.*

Now she wasn’t sure when or how they started to fuck but she quite frankly didn’t give a damn, she was feeling fan-fucking-tastic as the short king went through a variety of positions with her. From the primal thrill of being taken doggy style like a bitch in heat to being pinned up against the wall by the compact Adonis, their tongues dancing together in a sloppy dance of a kiss, expressing their thirst and desire for another. Inches of pussy plowing, womb hammering meat pounding away into her wet snatch’s embrace, not wanting to let go of the mind numbing pleasure. The fact they were going at it without a condom was the furthest thing from her mind besides the fact she was going at it with a married man she barely knew, if anything going raw and bareback was hot!! Just the idea of being put on maternity leave carrying this sex god among mere mortals' baby made her arousal skyrocket, idly wondering what a hybrid between a fox woman like herself and this oh so charming hairless hunk of a monkey would look like.....

Of course their room wasn't soundproofed so the neighbouring rooms beside, above and below them were getting a good earful, the ones beneath especially and particularly due to the ceiling forming cracks and raining debris on them. To say nothing of the fact the cop duo had been going nonstop for hours at this point and seeming like they could go all night which lead to some of them either making calls to file complaints to the management. Or for the more daring voyeurs among them to get off to it, finding just the audio alone more fantasy fuelling than any porn movie. So mileage varied as to how some were handling being neighbours to the rowdy pair.

But there was one voyeur in particular who had herself the best view around, hovering outside the window a few feet away enough to be concealed in the dark shadows of the night. Shamelessly groping away at her tits under her shirt and plunging a hand down the front of her jeans and panties to see and hear Carmelita howling with primal lust. Especially as the vixen was currently held in a full-nelson position, the short king on his feet as he hoisted and held her up in the air as he bounced her on his cock. Those big, heavy juice soaked ball slapping her clit with every heavy impact, her foxy face rocking an expression of thoroughly fucked bliss overwhelmed at the thought of being knocked up.

For those wondering of course, yes the identity of this hovering peeping tomboy was none other than 18, Krillin's oh so lovely kinky wife. She had been concerned why she hadn't gotten any calls or answers on her husband's cellphone, worried that whole gala security job was a bad luck clusterfuck. So imagine her delight to find him not only in good health but balls deep in a newfound conquest, once again ensuring their sweet little Marron would have a future brother or sister to look forward to loving and spoiling. Well she hoped that'd be the case because otherwise there was clearly a conspiracy from the universe trying to prevent an army of Krillin kids, well she'd show them, the bastards.......

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Waifu Connoisseur: Battle of the Cosmic Blondes!!

Sketch:*The resident floating flaming skullheaded enigma appears on camera before an applauding audience as the screen displays the familiar set up a certain talk show studio!!*"Yes indeed it is ladies and gentleman, those of you watching or rather, reading at home, from the chapters of this author's Moxxie fic to here, it's time for the first Krillin edition of Waifu Connoisseur!! That pseudo talk show ideal for when it's too much of a hassle to think of a proper scenario for these stud muses to meet and fuck many fine women across the wider pop culture universal spheres!!"*Hollered the familiar floating flaming skullheaded author avatar himself as he gestured to the couch beside the desk where he sat, the camera showing none other than Krillin and his smoking hot blonde wife. The latter seeming pretty bemused beneath her cool facade and the former looking equal parts nervous and suspicious at the eccentric host. Who he had to say was making his former teacher Roshi seem tame in terms of his libido as he spoke up.*

Krillin:*The guest of honour this round couldn't help but notice that the audience in the studio just so happened to be all women, of which a good many he had slept with and was very intimately sexually acquainted with. This was definite red flags for sure.*"Okay hold up, just so I got this right, you're basically having me do a live amateur porno or something? You can't expect me to go along with this, can you?"*The former monk enquired, trying to make sense of whatever passed for logic in the host's cranium. And maybe figure out how to get out of here with his clothes in tact before he found himself to satisfy an orgy.*

Sketch:"What a guy huh folks? Straight to the point, you got to love it so in respect to that, let's cut to the chase and bring out our guests of honour!!!"*Beating at his desktop surface like making a drum roll, music played as the aforementioned guests made their entrance. The crowd going wild and Krillin dropping his jaw at the sight of them and well within good reason to do so mind you. Gracing the stage with their presence was a pair of similar but different women who were much like his wife. A couple of blonde haired, blue eyed bombshells with thicc, toned curvy bombshell bodies with a bodacious set of tits and ass though one of them clearly had a slightly bigger rack while the other had a more bubbly botty with a healthy set of hips and thighs to match. Adding to the differences to ensure you couldn't mistake them for twins was the outfits they were wearing.

The first blonde had a white leotard which left her own generous hips and thighs bare, joined by an ensemble of blue boots and gloves and a stylish short red cape and of course a notable chest window which demanded attention be drawn to her spectacular tits!! The second one meanwhile her a more longer mane of blonde hair unlike her associate's more pageboy/tomboy style cut while her outfit was a one piece swimsuit type black leotard sporting a lightning bolt symbol with a red sash around her waist as a belt. The ensemble completed of course with a simple domino mask adorning her model class face and a nice set of thigh high boots and bicep length gloves all of which really showed off and highlighted amazing figure. Make no mistake, these two stunners were out of this world knockouts!!

Sketch:"Ladies and gentleman who is soon to be finding himself busy, allow me to introduce you to Kara and Carol Danvers. no relation. AKA Power Girl and Ms.Marvel and for a while now these two have been having a little on and off rivalry debate going on. Mainly which of them can sexually arouse and satisfy a man better so Krillin here is going to be the judge and decide it once for all by using his amazing wife satisfying slab of meat known as his dick!! With that said, in the immortal words of Judge Mills Lane, let's get it on!!"*Krillin now looked at the skullheaded host like he was an absolute lunatic and seemed about ready to throttle him, only for 18 to pull him into her lap. A devious grin on her face as the short king felt like a deer in the headlights when Kara and Carol turned to look his way, determination burning in their sapphire eyes as the former pulled the cleavage window on her outfit to set her glorious tits free. While the latter unzipped the front of her custom, her own splendid boobs bouncing out into the open air as the fly reached low enough to risk exposing her pussy.

Krillin of course would've liked to give Mr.Sketch a piece of his mid but the flame-headed bastard host had seemingly made his exit to give them some privacy. Besides which, complaints were the furthest thing from his mind as he found 18 unzipping his jeans fly, a cry of shock as she fished out and stroked his cock. The cyborg stunner licking her lips sensually at the honest display of arousal from her man as Kara and Carol made their way over them, the unofficial twin galactic heroine twins kneeling down on the floor which made their fat white booties jiggle as they began to take Krillin to Heaven. Starting things off with a duelling titfuck as they smooshed and sandwiched his oh so gifted length and girth between the sensual warmth of their bosoms.

It was all so very surreal for Krillin as he groaned at finding his cock in a tandem marshmallow heaven/hell, pulsing and twitching between those flesh buns. Hips bucking and thrusting in response as 18 reminded him of her presence since he was sitting in her lap, feeling her hands caress his abs as she made out with him. Her icey cool blue eyes twinkling with mischief at witnessing her unofficial blonde twins drown in growing lust and arousal for her man, casting aside their dignity yet driven to compete for his affection and attention so he could determine which of them was the best. Lips and tongues planting licks and kisses on his oak tree of a dick as it continued to plow away in the valley of their spectacular tits.

But of course soon as they their luscious lips sucking and blowing on that length and girth in turns and tandem, it wasn't long before their lusts overwhelmed their horny brains as they forgot abut their competition. Instead more intent on having this compact stud of a short king fuck them like he was going to put a baby in them, sexual bliss and ecstasy fuelling these deviant fantasies further as he would idly finger and probe their sticky, gushing slits with his quite gifted little hands and give their big, bubbly well toned booties some swift slaps like he was beating on some meaty drums. 18 enjoying such displays of asserting dominance like the voyeur she was, arused as ever by her personal kink to see bitches go into heat for her man, having long since shed her top as she had Krillin's head planted and resting between the valley of her tits. Massaging his shoulders as she tingled with anticipation for the moment when the 2 mightiest intergalactic blondes around would proceed to have the best fuck of their goddamn lives....

Carol:"Oooooh fucking hell, where you been all my life you sweet beautiful bald bastard?"*The warbird of a woman hollered with deep lusty abandon as she bounced on Krillin cowgirl style, while Kara sat across from her sitting on his face with her fat, juicy booty as she moaned from his skilled and equally talented tongue eating her out. The pair had at this point stripped naked, save for only their boots and gloves as their thicc, curvy toned frames glistened with a rich sheen of perpiration, Carol's stomach swelling from how deep and filling the short king's cock was inside of her as it hammered away into her womb. Her snatch embracing that length and girth with lusty rapture, kissing the shaft with its silky muscle walls while Kara's snatch flooded his mouth with her Kryptonian flavour dazzling his tastebuds. 18 all the while watched go at it on the floor, now naked herself as she sat on the couch shamelessly playing with herself to her favourite show, her husband being God's sexual gift to women.*

Kara:"Ooooooh fuck me if Kryptonite could have a better substitute, it'd be you for sure...."*The Kryptonian powerhouse moaned with ecstasy before pressing her mouth to Carol's pussy lips, tongue licking and probing away as her fellow blonde squatted before her writhing in orgasmic bliss. All the while Krillin was fucking her doggy style, his Herculean muscles flexing with power and asserting effort as he went deep, fast and hard like a jackhammer. heavy balls smacking her clit as her bubbly asscheeks clapped and jiggled like jelly from the swift heavy impact. 18 at this point was now riding a Warrior Monk dildo, shamelessly bouncing on the toy at the continued dominance of the blonde duo being dominated by her man. It was no surprise of course thst she soon threw herself into the fray to turn the three way into a 3 blonde assault on the shortstack alpha male.*

Of course the female studio audience was also enjoying this live porn show, some shamelessly playing with themselves or making out with another as the stands became a lesbian orgy. All the while in his private office, the mad host of this show was transmitting hidden camera footage via a private stream, the donations and views skyrocketing. As the flaming skullheaded shot turned to where the 4th wall would be if there was a camera, a deadpan look in his eyes. His tone no-nonsense and direct.

Sketch:”Hey a guy has to make a living, right? Besides Ziggy promised me a generous cut for filming this…”*The enigmatic avatar taking out a huge stack of zeni bills as he counted them. Snapping his fingers a little imp butler appeared attentive and ready before he proceeded to playfully slap the little fellow with the cash wad.*”Bulma also tipped generously for a copy…I swear that woman has been a Krillin junkie since the trip to namek…”*Which reminded him, she did owe him the footage to that. Not to mention all those times the little dude was pounding Chichi’s tuna…..*

As Krillin continued making himself the winner in Kara and Carol’s sexual duel of course, he remained unaware of the deviant machinations of the host. Though he’d find find quite a generous bonus in his pay check from Double Z studios, due especially to how well their sales and views of the threesome on a Waifu connoisseur was going. Speaking of which, the Siberian tiger skunk bombshell was already making plans with the mad man for who else hey coild put on the show with the short king. To say it was a long, long list of esger contenders to say the least….

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Inter-agency Cooperation

Somedays Laura had to wonder that if there was a God, were They making it a hobby to fuck with her? Because right about now everything about where she found herself currently felt like a bad punchline or the slow, long build up to one and why you might ask did she feel this way? Well it could've had to do had to do with her current situation and what it involved as well who, particularly and especially the one woman on God's green Earth she couldn't absolutely stand in Veronica Herron, nevermind the fact she also had a partner to look out for involved in this. Now why exactly and what does this all mean you might ask?

It had occurred while working alone on her solo observation and investigation of the infamous Herron family since they had moved from their namesake county out to a local suburban neighbourhood in Satan City, when she noticed a series of suspicious people who seemed to be doing the exact same thing. However, as she had attempted to confront them and question for information, she found herself being attacked only to be fortunate when an officer from the local law enforcement intervened. After a brief investigation, they learned that they were connected to the supposedly done Red Ribbon Army. For their safety, it was decided to have the family transferred to Satan City in protective custody, joined by Krillin as a field partner for the duration of this assignment.

The Herron girls, most of whom imagined a big buff super cop with a matching donkey dick were shocked to see , and left quite unimpressed, little knowing that in the future and aftermath of this investigation, they would soon be members of what the short king cop's wife unofficially deemed the Oak tree club. Laura, suffice to say, was upset that she's protecting her enemies, particularly and especially that damned she-devil Veronica, and thinks Krillin is out of his league, not in terms of being able to take action and handle himself in combat of course, she'd witnessed first hand that he was no slouch in that department. No sir, in her mind you see, Krillin being a man and not knowing of the Herron's reputations, meant that his natural hormonal and biological urges were weaknesses that could be exploited by that tribe of bimbo size queen sluts especially if he was at minimum packing 10 inches between those legs. So she decided to take it upon herself educate him with her body, much to his chagrin and confusion of course.

Now Krillin knew from experience that his life could be thrown curveballs sometimes but Laura sending one that was hitting him in the face as hard as a punch from Goku (he still winced at that memory). Sure she was an intense woman but in the time he was coming to know her, she at least came off as a very determined and focused enforcer of the law but to say she was being unorthodox was more than an understatement. But she insisted that this was for the sake of the mission, otherwise that baker's dozen worth of hotties might doom them all with their nympho lusts so here he was in their assigned hotel room together. Sitting on the edge of a king sized bed clad in just his pants, trying his best not to look nervous as steam came out from the adjacent bathroom due to the dusky skinned woman having a shower.

Any doubts or hesitations he had that he wished to express or voice to Laura and run by her died a quick death like a train going off the rails as his assigned partner for this long term witness protection investigation graced him with her presence. Naked as the day she was goddamn born, her milk chocolate skin glistening as she towelled off her hair before tossing the rag aside, her serious, focused face's stern expression contrasting with what quite frankly a pornographic body on par with that of the Herron girls. Hands on her hips as if not so much ignorant but rather well aware of the effect she was having on the compact cop as her gaze made it clear she wanted his eyes on her. Unable to do much but stare at that stunning body as she soon began to speak up, her tone no nonsense and direct.

Laura:"Listen up Sanchez and listen well, this may seem unorthodox but it's as much for your own good as it is for the sake of this mission. As a man, even married, you have urges and needs and those bitches know it. Especially Veronica Herron...."*The mention of that busty Southern Belle sounding redhead made the dusky skinned lady cop narrow her eyes, as if just remembering she existed walking around scot free vexed her. Walking on over closer to him with every step making her glorious tits bounce and jiggle, those twin orbs firm and supple.* "Once they know how to get you you wrapped around their fingers, they will use you like a walking sex toy before they proceed to wreck your home and drain your wallet harder than they'll drain your balls. So for the sake of the mission, we are going to fuck and we will FUCK!! When I'm done with you, you' re going to be the one having those bitches in heat kept in line, that cock will be their drug and you're their pusher who'll give them their fix. With that said, let's get right to it!!"*Soon as she had had finished speaking, the unorthodox lady of the law grabbed the waistband of his boxers and pulled them off. Eyes widening at the sight of his erect length and girth bouncing free to stand to attention, a look of awe as she grasped it in her hand, feeling the meathammer's pulse.*"W-well.....with a baton like this...you're already off to a good start...."

Now Laura hadn't been kidding about her intentions here, as the way she saw it, Krillin needed to experience first hand what it'd be like to deal with the seductive wiles and the succubus-like thirst of a Herron woman. But to think that this sweet looking runt of a man was packing a cock that could be not simply be called a Herron WMD but God's dildo? Well it's small wonder her own brain was hitting a sudden primal state of mind on their libidos' level as she found herself kneeling down on the floor, stroking his shaft as she began to assault it with licks and kisses. Her body burning with a thirsty desire as it remembered how it'd been far to long since she had really gotten any and here was this sex god before her ready to answer her prayers.

Now of course Laura tried, keyword being here tried, to focus and remind herself that any personal enjoyment from this was a minor thing, after all she was just looking out for her partner to ensure he didn't become those size queens' personal plaything. But just the scent and the feel of that slab of meat as she stroked and jerked it, the taste as she took it into her mouth with her tongue trying to wrap around it as it damn near made her feel like it was unhinging her jaw. Lips leaving a trail of lipstick kiss rings marking her distance towards deepthroating this beast of a cock as her dusky skinned bombshell of a body burned with desire to want this womb hammer to facefuck her. Before she knew it, she had found herself just doing that as her brain had seemingly abandoned all logic and reason in place of animalistic primal urge to mate and breed, torn between wanting this shaft to flood her stomach and dazzle her tastebuds with his hot seed or to take this slab of meat and proceed to fuck her like he was going to put some sweet little caramel baby buns inside her oven.

Laura:"OOOOHHHH FuckfuckfuckFUCK me you glorious golden god!! Fuck me like you own me!! This ass is all your all yours!! Fuck your milk chocolate bitch daddy!!!"*Just a few of the key words and phrases that flooded the hotel room, mixed with the echoes of skin slapping pussy pounding sex that is whenever the lawwoman was coherent enough to actually form sentences. The bed creaking and shaking as she bounced and rode on Krillin cowgirl style, her body having opted towards option B as she had the short king plow her like she was a breeding mare, making her moan as she found him smacking and squeezing her dusky booty in between it jiggling and bouncing on his shaft. Her earlier stoic professionalism and focus forgotten and cast aside by raw slutty arousal, though part of her brain did excuse this as just prepping him with an example of the kind of passion and intensity he had to bring in order to tame and keep those Herron bitches in line. A spine tingling orgasm running along her spine, making her toes curl as she came at the very mental image of that busty redheaded vixen slutwhore Veronica becoming daddy baldy's precious little sex junkie, begging him for her next fix of his manmeat's hot beef injection. It was only bettered by the absolute sexual thrill of him finally blowing his load, a rush of white hot cream pumping away to flood and paint the inside of walls, pink hearts glowing in her eyes as she found his cock not going limp or soft whatsoever, the man was a stamina beast!!*

Laura:"Yes!! Harder!! More you fanfuckingtastic sex machine!! Right there, that's it don't go easy on me!! I mean it when I say this ass belongs to you!! Make sure I never so much as ever think of another man!!"*Minutes passed into hours as the passionate police babe found herself having too many orgasms to keep count, compared of course to Krillin who had busted his heavy nuts enough to still somehow have enough fingers on one hand for her to count. Biting and grasping the sweat and juice soaked bedsheets for dear life as he took her from behind like the alpha male he was, his compact Adonis frame mounted atop her well toned bombshell form as he fucked her prone bone style. They had started with doggy style after she'd been folder like an accordion in a mating press but the sheer pace and intensity was too much for her arms and legs to keep up their strength, gasping with deep moans as her ass bore red palm prints from his smacking that chocolate booty. If she didn't finish this case without some possibility of being knocked up with a baby from this guy then fate had a weird sense of humour, that was for damn sure!!*

Now while Laura continued her little hands on approach at helping Krillin develop proper willpower and resistance, her bitch in heat brain had forgotten one very small but important detail. Mainly that hers and Krillin's room wasn't soundproof which meant each Herron babe in the neighbouring rooms, next to either side, above, below and across from them was getting quite the audio show. About a half a baker's dozen of them had even taken to eavesdropping, pressing their ears to the door and try to see if they could peep through the keyhole. The bimbo slacker barbie doll known as Jen currently in a bit of a catfight shoving match with her unofficial mini-me Jenna over the best spot as well as who'd get dibs on what sounded like an amazing cock to lay. The rest were more content where they parked, their pussies quivering and gushing, soaking their thighs and panties, those who wore them anyways, at the idea of that admittedly cute, handsome little dude in uniform giving to them as good as Laura was getting.

Getting it good was an understatement in all honesty, as Laura wasn't so much as having her world shaking, it was being fuckdamn shattered into sexual oblivion. Any and all spiteful thoughts about the Herrons, particularly and especially Veronica blocked off in the back of her, as well as the potential mysteries to look into like who was after her and her slutty kin and the how and why. All that mattered right now was having her sexy black ass getting beat like an erotic drum by this short king as they continued to fuck like cavemen, the intensity and passion of the milk chocolate bombshell overwhelming Krillin's sense of reason to let his libido take the helm and go full steam ahead. From facefucking her to feel like she was drowning and suffocating in please, to having to tap that sexy asshole and make those dusky meatbuns clap and jiggle, the compact fighter and lover still couldn't get enough that tight, pretty pink pussy.

As they continued on with their spontaneous marathon, orgasms coming faster than could be counted and currently conducting a mating press in the trashed, shattered remains of their bed, somewhere around the vast plains and roads that lead to the likes of South City and Satan City, sinister deeds were afoot. The enigmatic parties targeting the Herron ladies annoyed but having to be patient as they planned and plotted on how to get their revenge. No super cops were going to stop them, not no way, not no how because those bitches would pay!! Especially that damned Veronica Herron.......

(To be continued in Size Queen Sluts:The saga of the chestnut and the Herrons...)