#and whatever the hell he’s doing with all these women

[kamiversee]

𓆩 Crown of Sin 𓆪

Segment I Chapter: One

❀ ~ Synopsis > In which you’re a princess who's given a total of six months to converge & inaugurate a solid plan secure enough to rid you of your fated marriage arrangements to Naoya Zenin. 

❀ ~ Content > language, arranged marriage, tension from all over, bickering, mentions of a harem, etc.

❀ ~ Word Count > 5.6k

❀ ~ Pairings > jjk men & women x f!reader.

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——You would rather die a thousand times over than become Naoya Zenin’s wife.

Something unorthodox must’ve plagued the mind of your parents this morning because there is simply no way they’d worked up such an audacity to happily relay this information to you. You were to be wed in six months time and yet, this is your first time hearing of such a proposal.

Hell, you hadn’t even received a literal proposal from this alleged fiancé of yours so, who exactly was orchestrating such a wedding and why had you no say nor awareness in it before now? 

“You two are humoring me right now, yes?” Your voice had carried throughout the space of the throne room with such grace that all the attendees of this rather small gathering couldn’t help but have their eyes drawn to you.

The few maids, guards at their posts within the room, your own mother and father who sat oh-so-comfortably upon their thrones, and the few others who were allowed to be in this space as such information was presented to you. Being the one to have ripped the bandage off and relayed said information to you recently, your mother cannot help but find her eyes drifting over to her husband for help.

The two exchange a knowing glance and you watch as they swallow down whatever nerves may have rested center in their throats. Then, your father’s shoulders raise ever so slightly and he averts his eyes over to you.

Voicing your name in that aged gruff tone of his, followed by a slight clearing of his throat, he begins to break the wafted air of silence. “You must understand that this is for the betterment of our nation. We rival none aside from the eastern nation so, naturally, it is only in our best interest to have you wed with the heir to the Zenin family throne.”

You scoff, openly. Eyes widen around the room and looks are exchanged by many but how do people expect you to react to this? Are you meant to be joyous about marrying the most pompous individual across all the lands, a man of which you have only ever encountered maybe two or three times in all your years of living?? Yeah, fuck that.

“So, I am meant to marry this man in six months' time, the engagement will be officially announced at tonight’s ball, and I haven’t a single say in this entire ordeal?” You breathe out carefully, your head tilting and eyes narrowing at the worried eyes of your parents.

Your mother responds with a shaky sigh, “Darling, we hadn’t any choice in this either. Our only options were to marry you off or go to war and we do not have the defenses to—”

“They threatened us?” You interrupt, another act that receives appalled looks from those spectating. “Please tell me you jest, mother. What could the East possibly hope to gain from going to war with us? We’ve been at peace for years and now all of a sudden—”

“Permission to speak,” Chimes another voice. Your eyes flick to your father’s left, landing on the one man he trusts with his life more than anyone else, your nation’s military general; Masamichi Yaga. “Your Highness.” He finishes off, gaze firm on the area of which you stand.

You take a moment to stare, taking in his roughened appearance despite the uniform that fits him so snuggly. Without realizing it, your eyes rake over his form up and down about twice before he clears his throat to break your lingering stare. “Granted,” You eventually allow with a nod of your head.

Yaga straightens up where he stands and exchanges a look of knowing with your father before he speaks loud and clear, “You are the princess of the second largest nation in our continent.” He states with a slightly quirked brow. 

Which prompts you only to roll your eyes a bit.

“I believe you out of anyone else should understand the natural target that is placed on your back. Especially considering you are also the only princess in said continent. You’ve been at the age liable for marriage for a few years now and the reality of this has finally set in. The marriage itself is to join the East nation and the West into one. Should you refuse Naoya’s hand, he would simply join the two nations by…” A slight grimace is noticed within his expression, “Force.”

Yet another scoff falls softly from your lips, “You say this to me as if he is incapable of marrying a man. Surely, someone like Prince S—”

“Now is not the time to joke, my lady.” Yaga interrupts as gently as he can, “He could very well go on and marry into one of the other royal families but they do not rule over our nation, now do they? The east is the largest of them all, our sole rival. Do you not see the importance of this marriage taking place? It is either that or war and, as our queen has so clearly told you, we do not have the defenses to—”

“And what of the other nations? The north? The south? Hell, even the smallest out there; Middom? Is it not possible for us to rally our defenses with them and..” Your voice trails to an eventual fall as you notice the look on Yaga’s face. He doesn’t even have to cut you off this time for you to realize this conversation isn’t going anywhere. 

You exhale and turn to your royal adviser who’s at your right side. Wide-set eyes and all, Higuruma merely offers you a nod of his head to silently console you. Like everyone else in this damn room, he was pleading for you to simply let this go and follow along with things like some pawn in everyone else’s game. 

“You would rather go to war and risk the lives of thousands than marry this man?” Yaga adds on to question.

Your lips quirked and you looked at him again, “Do you want my honest answer to that?”

“No, I would like your noble answer.” He replies dryly.

“Tch.” You huff, your face flattening. “Of course I would do anything to avoid war, I am not cruel. But I do hope all of you realize what joint nations entail for our future—their laws and customs will be indoctrinated into our society overnight. And if you think I will have any influence over that then you clearly know not of the man I am to marry. The words of a woman carry no weight with him.”

Your father is the next to speak up, “We are well aware of what this means for our future. But, it is either that or… death.”

With a crisp, yet obviously faux smile, you nod to that. “Right. Well, if that is all,” You begin to bow your head for respect, “Mother, Father, I shall excuse myself.”

Then you swivel around to make your exit, only to be stopped by the queen’s voice once more. “That is all?” She asks.

You paused in your steps but did not turn back to face her. “I’m unsure of what other argument you expect from me, mother. I either marry him or we go to war, what more could I possibly say to that?”

The sound of her sighing can be heard. It was almost as though she’d truly expected or maybe even anticipated a longer refute from you. “...Just,” Her words come out in a slow fashion and you get the feeling that she may be able to read your thoughts. “None of your schemes tonight, please? If you’re truly on board with this then don’t do anything brash—”

“I wouldn’t dare.” You cut off rather rudely, turning slightly to then cut your eye at her. “Now, if you will excuse me.”

No more words are exchanged as you hastily make your way out of the room, only the sounds of your heels echoing through the large archways and halls heard as you do so.

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Moments after you’d made your exit, two people had now taken your sides and followed rather closely behind you. Too nervous to say anything just yet, they both simply follow your hurried steps toward wherever you were off to without a word. 

One was your knight, who’d always followed close behind you since your teenage days, willing to throw herself into the face of death at any given moment simply for your sake. Tall, fit, blond, with a set of brown eyes any person could easily find themself lost in, stood Yuki Tsukumo proudly wearing that pristine royal guard uniform as her steps mirrored your own in speed.

Beside her was that pleasant royal advisor of yours, Higuruma Hiromi. Also quite tall (who wasn’t these days), wide, tired eyes, and a voice that typically drives you insane with annoyance given the number of lectures you’d received by it—he was careful to trail after you, given all that’d recently transpired. 

It’s a long walk of silence before your beloved knight breaks it. “I assume things went unwell back there?” Yuki hums cautiously as she fully takes your right side, leaving Higuruma slightly behind you.

“Your assumption would be correct,” You huff almost instantly as if you’d been waiting for either of them to say something to you. “I am to be wed in six months.”

Seeing as Yuki wasn’t exactly in the room while things were explained to you, she’d hardly a clue as to what had you pacing down the halls in such a determined fashion as you did currently. “Wed? Six months?? To whom?” She rushed out in alarm, her expression quick to contort into deep concern and alarm.

“The heir to the Zenin throne,” You say with a long sigh following shortly after.

“You can say his name y’know,” Higuruma comments before appropriately taking your left side.

You roll your eyes, “I would rather drop dead.”

At that, his feet come to a sudden halt and you and Yuki follow suit. “My lady, I know you are not fond of your… situation, but, what else can we do by this point? He will officially propose tonight and unless you can find another prince to do so before him in the next few hours then—”

It was like a literal lightbulb had gone off above that tiara-adorned head of yours, sparking Yuki’s eyes to rake over the excitement that washed against your features.

“Oh my, that’s brilliant.” You gasp with a turn to your recently spoken advisor.

“I simply cannot imagine how—pardon?” He choked, “You do know he is the only member of a royal family attending tonight, right? You couldn't possibly hope to… find a better suitor beforehand and even if you did, his highness would not have it.”

Every word of his seems to go through one ear and out the other as you take a step closer to him, flash a smile, and then move your hand to his arm. “My finest of gratitude to you, Sir. Higuruma.”

His eyes seem to widen with pure confusion. “...I do not understand.”

“You play your role as my advisor well, thank you.” You proceed, not caring to elaborate in the slightest. Then you turn away and begin walking again, “I know what I must do.”

His feet stammer to follow you once more, “And what might that be, my lady? You promised your mother–, the queen, that you wouldn’t do anything brash.”

“It willn’t be ‘brash’ at all.” You chirp simply.

“Then what—”

Pausing only one last time, you glance back at your awfully confused advisor and send him a reassuring grin. “Have my lady-in-waiting arrive to my room within the hour, I have a ball to prepare for.”

With that, your walk continues. Higuruma tries to follow you but he’s stopped by a hand meeting his chest. His brows pinch together just as he looks down, finding Yuki’s palm hovering over his chest in a silent motion to get him to stop. 

He then looks at her and opens his mouth to protest against everything that’d just happened but with a simple shake of her head before he could even get a word out, his shoulders sink and he ends up turning away with a huff.

· · ──────── ·𖥸· ──────── · ·

An hour does, in fact, fly by before you find yourself in the confines of your bedroom. With your feet meeting the soft cushions of a small stool, your head held high, and your mouth moving at such a rapid pace, you’d been venting to your lovely lady-in-waiting from the moment she’d arrived in your room.

“And the worst part of it all? If I am to marry that man then I will later be expected to carry an hier—fuck,” Your voice is cut short with a low curse as the strings securing the corset part of your dress are only pulled tighter from behind you. Your back straightens up a bit more than before and your voice pitches to a higher and breathier degree, “‘Hime, that’s… hah, too tight-, I can hardly breathe.”

She perks up from behind you and releases the strings from her grasp entirely, “Ah, I am so sorry, my lady!” The maiden gasps softly. Her fingers then trail upward along the fabric weaving through the corset holes and you feel her making steady adjustments. “I was so caught up in that story of yours that I uhm,” She loosens an area or two, allowing you a moment to breathe. “Got carried away… How’s this—better?”

You release a long exhale as your shoulders relax, “It’s much better now, as far as breathability is concerned. But,” Your eyes linger on the nearby propped up mirror and you ogle your figure closely. “Well, now it is too loose.”

In the mirror’s reflection, you notice those violet locks of hair resting atop her head sway to the right as her head tilts to study your figure from her angle better. “Hm. I see.” She utters to herself before taking hold of those strings once more. “I’m going to tighten it again, are you ready for it this time?”

With a nod, you glance back at her and raise your thumb up. “Mhm, pull until I say stop.”

Her hands begin to do just that, slowly pulling the strings to tighten the piece once more. As she gives her softened tugs, her eyes lift to your face and she watches the way a hitched breath leaves your lips. “Too tight?”

“Did I say stop?” You ask lightheartedly.

She shakes her head, “No, but–”

“Utahime,” You breathe her entire name so suddenly that her hands come to a halt immediately. “Keep pulling.”

Probably with some form of nervousness under your direct gaze and commanding tone, her head drops and she focuses her eyes back down to her hands—giving you one firm tug that makes your body jerk backward ever so slightly. You gasp, again, and this time a hand of yours moves back to grab her wrist.

“Right there,” You utter, “That is perfect, thank you.”

Utahime stares at your grasp on her wrist for a moment longer than necessary before clearing her throat and sealing that tightly pulled fabric with an appropriate knot. Then, she removes her hands from your dress entirely and takes a step back. “Well uh-, as you were saying, my lady?”

You’re busy twisting and turning slightly to gather your appearance in the mirror before you respond, oblivious to the nearby eyes also gathering your frame. “Oh, yes, I would be expected to deliver an heir not too long after I am married. Knowing my parents and the Zenin family, both I and the man I am to marry would ascend the throne mere weeks after the wedding. The very next thing that follows that would be…”

“Having his child,” Utahime finishes for you, her voice disappointed—for your sake. “I’m sorry to hear of this, truly. I wish there were something I could do to help.”

You chuckle before stepping off of that small stool you’d been posted upon, striding over to your nearby dresser, and popping open a box of jewelry. “Fret not, ‘Hime,” You console with a dismissive wave of your hand. “I will not marry any Zenin man. Not in this life, nor the next.”

She paces over to you and dips her hand into that recently opened box, “So, what will you do?”

“Good question.” Protrudes Yuki, who’s been leaning against the doorframe of your bedroom listening for quite some time now. “I am really just dying to know what that big plan of yours is.” She scoffs, earning your glance. She nods her chin to you slightly, “I saw the look in your eyes earlier so, tell me, princess… what’re you plannin’?”

The smile that spreads across your face was much too bright for you to fight, “Like everyone else, you two will find out tonight.”

Your knight’s eyes roll as she pushes off the frame and begins to approach you and Utahime. “Awh, don’t do that. The last ‘scheme’ you pulled off—”

“Got you your current position as my knight, if I’m not mistaken, Lady Tsukumo.” You adjourn as Utahime swipes up the corresponding jewelry to your dress and begins to assist in accessorizing you. 

Yuki only gets closer before posting herself against the wall nearest to the dresser you stand at. She gives you a firm stare, receiving a matching one from you, before instead focusing her gaze on the necklace currently being fastened around your neck. “Touché. But it was reckless.”

“Harmless,” You correct with a shrug. “I mean, really, God forbid a woman gets what she wants through slightly drastic measures.”

She looks around the room for a moment before tutting. “You put yourself in harm's way just to test my capabilities.”

“I put myself in harm’s way to prove your capabilities to those who doubted,” You correct for a second time, flawlessly. “Plus, that was years ago. I won’t go to any lengths like that this time around, the safety of my nation is on the line. Just know I have an idea I may act on.”

Yuki can’t help the worry etched onto her face as she only questions you further, “And this idea is safe?”

Smiling still, “No ideas are ‘safe’ for women in this day and age.” You remind her.

Silence befalls upon the room and even Utahime’s fingers pause on the clasp of your necklace that she’d been struggling with for the past few minutes. Her eyes soon glide over to Yuki and they exchange a look, their thoughts mutual within the quietude.

After that briefness passes, Yuki’s voice softens and she leans toward you ever so slightly, “So then, perhaps you shouldn’t act on it?”

Your face twists up as if you were offended, “And marry that coxcomb?” To which Utahime snorts. “Over our dead bodies.” You huff.

The air seems to have lightened up and Yuki grins, “‘Our’..?”

“You’ve said you would die for me, yes?”

She hums, “Without hesitation.”

“Then, yes, our.”

Utahime’s accessorizing comes to an end as she finally gets that clasp in order and takes a step back—pulling you to turn around to face her, and then taking in your prepared appearance. “Perfect.” She chirps.

“Gorgeous,” Yuki adds beneath her breath with a faint cock of her head.

You’re left smiling at the hushed compliments from the two before hearing a telling knock on your bedroom door, followed by the voice of someone informing you that guests are beginning to arrive for tonight's event. You hadn’t even realized how much time you’d spent venting to Utahime and getting ready for the dreaded ball and now, the sun was on its journey to set and it was time for said ball to actually take place.

Sometimes, you forget how fast time seems to move when you are in distress. You soon reply to the quick announcement you’d been given and you and your two accompanying ladies begin to make haste toward exiting your bedroom.

Faint worry remains on both Utahime and Yuki’s face as they follow your lead but they make no more vocal arguments about it. Yuki trusts your judgement, to some degree, and Utahime is moreso frightened for what the future holds for you regarding this arrangement.

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All doubts and worries entirely aside, by the time you indulge yourself in the festivities of the ball graciously hosted by your parents, your internalized fear for how things may go seems to fade. That timeless ballroom music you’d been surrounded by all your life floats through the air along with the sound of laughter and chatter from the lavish guests who’ve traveled from all over just to be here.

These glorified parties are a repetitive cycle you’ve been forced to grow accustomed to but, you’ve never minded them much until today. The entire time you socialized with the many aristocrats and members of high-class families, you couldn’t help but feel anxious. No one seemed to mention Naoya or his family to you, which led you to wonder if earlier that morning had merely been some lucid nightmare of yours…

Surely if this engagement were to take place tonight and had been planned out long before you were privy to it, someone would have mentioned it or even asked if you were excited for it by now. Unless all those around you were just as aware as you are of how dreadful a family the Zenins were..?

Or hell, maybe people were told not to say anything to you—

It’s then that someone bumps into your back, nearly causing you to choke on the bubbly beverage you’d been sipping on for the past few minutes. And just when you thought you’d scored a moment of peace for yourself…

An overwhelming sum of cologne slithers into your nose and although the smell is quite pleasant, clearly its wearer had sprayed far too much on themself—leading you to cough in an attempt to clear both your nose and your throat. Then, with an arm raised slightly over your face, you turn to whoever just bumped into you.

You don’t know what hits you first, the abrupt sight of him or that grating tone of his. “I swear you people have no sense of awareness. Has your sense of sight failed you, leaving you unable to see that I was clearly—oh,” Naoya grouses, his upper lip lifting faintly in a twinge of disgust. “It’s you.” He diverts, silently revoking his words prior out of what little respect he holds for you.

As unfortunate as it is, you have to drag your gaze upward to meet his. Just then, you mentally curse whoever's responsible for his mere existence because it should truly be a crime to be that painfully attractive, especially considering how all that typically flies out the window the moment he opens his mouth. You think your breath hitches at first sight of him.

Perhaps it was the proximity, considering he’d just bumped into you and made no efforts to back away after but, either way, he is undeniably… quite handsome. You have to blink thrice to register that this is the same rude man you’d last seen years ago, who you definitely do not remember being this… yeah, you won’t be throwing him any more compliments—albeit they’re all mental, as of now.

In the same way you seem to be taken aback by his appearance, he unconsciously weighs his head to the side as he drinks-, more like, gulps in your appearance. His eyes run up and down your face at least four times before he looks further down, in an attempt to glance at the necklace you have on, only to find himself leering at your chest and whatever cleavage you had visible. And, to say the least, if anything is mutual between the two of you, it’s definitely the attraction.

You decide to work up your usual confidence to speak, having reminded yourself who exactly you're looking at right now. “My eyes are up—“

“I know where your eyes are, woman.” Naoya cuts off with such a quickness that your head cocks back in immediate offense. But, before you can say anything else, he clears his throat and you watch him squeeze his eyes shut. “Pardon me,” He grits out, the words sounding as though it pained him to speak them. “I wasn’t expecting you to be so…” His eyes flutter open and he inhales strongly before cutting his intake off with a cough. “Close.” Is the last word he breathes out to you.

Your eyes remain on him and his every facial shift—the way he pulls his head back, takes another deep breath, bats his lashes elsewhere for a moment, brings his fist to his lips to cough again, and then shakes himself out of whatever that all was. You’re left unsure of what his body language translates to but you don’t believe you have it in you to care considering the way he starts talking again.

“Anyway,” Noaya straightens up where he stands and finally looks down at you (literally and mentally), “Let’s make this quick since I’ve finally found you, yeah?”

You raise a brow and move to cross your arms, “Does that imply that you were searching for me?”

His lips twitch, “No.”

“Some fiancé you’ll be…” You grumble out to him, to which he snorts.

“Just lend me your hand so I can propose, we’ve eyes on us.” He tells you rather quickly and quietly. You didn’t even realize how long your attention was on him before you blinked and looked around, finding the eyes of many lingering on you and him.

Oh. So people were aware of his upcoming proposal…

With a heavy sigh, you glance at him once more and he’s got this cunning look plastered all over his face. “I believe a man is to drop down on one knee to propose, no?” You ask almost dryly.

Naoya’s brows twist up, “You expect me to get on my knees for the likes of you?”

You shrug off his rudeness, “How else are you to propose?”

“You give me your hand and I slide this ring on your finger,” He tells you with a steadily lowering voice, dipping a hand into his pocket.

You honestly cannot believe the constant audacity that simply oozes off of this man. It’s as though he expects everything in his life to be served to him on a silver platter. “I will offer out my hand to no man who refuses to at least get down on one knee for me.” You tell him simply, your confidence not wavering in the slightest.

His left eye twitches in pure irritation. “I refuse to do anything ‘for you’.”

“Then I refuse to marry you.” You shrug.

He scoffs right in your face, “You haven’t the liberty.”

You huff back, “How can I be expected to marry a man who’s yet to propose?”

“You—“ Naoya grits his teeth and looks to the high ceilings for a moment before groaning slightly. He eventually returns his eyes to you and you can tell he’s over this entire thing. “Does compliance come this difficult for all women?”

“Does arrogance come this naturally from all men?” It’s from here that the two of you glare each other down while bickering back and forth as if it were second nature.

“Must you have a rebuttal for everything I say?”

“Depends on how long you take to propose to me like a proper gentleman.”

He pauses for a split second before sassily rolling his eyes, “You irritate me.”

“I’ve hardly done anything,” You reply with a lighthearted chuckle.

“Is shutting up something you’re incapable of?”

Dismissing him for the first time, you begin to look elsewhere. “Are you going to propose or not? I don’t have all night.”

Naoya swears he’s seconds away from tossing the ring in his hands into the nearest trashcan and declaring war because surely that would be much simpler than getting you to go along with things, “Don’t rush me.”

“You’re the one who said to make this quick,” You remind the man, noticing the distant gaze of both your parents and his.

The prince in front of you grits his teeth again, “I—“ 

“So hurry up.” Your hand waves in a dismissive manner as you turn your head back to him, “Get on your knees, Zenin.”

He’s clearly physically incapable of accepting any sort of orders from you without having anything to say so, “Address me by my first name.” Is what leaves his lips shortly after.

“I will not.” You deny.

He flashes a knowing smirk, “You must.”

“Or what?”

“Or I will discard this act of peace and declare w—“

“Fine,” You choke out, almost in fear. “Naoya… if you wish for me to be your wife in six months' time then you will drop to one knee and propose to me, properly.”

He finally begins to lower down to one knee, speaking in a harsh whisper, “The excess was unnecessary.”

“I care little of what you deem unnecessary.” You utter right back.

“I care little about you.”

“Good.”

Whipping the ring out quickly and assuming the perfect position below you, he glares, “Be my wife.”

You wish you had a way to capture how he looks right now. Naoya being on his knees is a sight no one can say they’ve ever had the pleasure of seeing before so, naturally, many of the onlookers begin to gasp and share gossiping whispers to one another. 

You keep your voice low but many watch your mouth move, “Is that how you propose? No wonder you’ve yet to find a woman before me…”

Naoya’s fingers pinch the ring held up to you tighter and you notice a vein pop out along his sharp jawline, “This arrangement was not by my personal choice. Now, do me… the honor, and…” He waits a moment before raising his voice so that those nearby can hear, “Marry me.”

You deadpan, “It sounds like you’re demanding me—“

“Jesus-, fuck, woman!” He curses unintentionally with a momentary drop of his head. Before you can let out the laugh his reaction invokes, he flips his gaze right back up to you and looks you dead in the eye as he speaks in a firm tone, “Will you marry me?”

For the first time since he’s ever known you, you smile at him—causing his body to feel… weird. He thinks he hates that stupidly gorgeous spread of lips and flash of teeth that starks across your face. Then, your hand is held out to him and you nod. “I suppose.”

He narrows his eyes at you and doesn’t move.

You roll your own. “Yes, I… accept your proposal.”

Not wasting any more time whatsoever, Naoya practically shoves the ring onto your finger, his touch oddly as smooth as silk against you. “Finally. Now—“

“Under one condition.” You add on with a very slight retraction of your hand.

“Condition??” His brows meet and his eyes frantically travel over to where both your parents stand, “I was not informed that this would come with any—“

“No one knew of any until now,” You say as you lean down a bit.

He groans, “What is it?”

It’s almost as though there was some sort of shift within your tone. As Naoya moves his eyes back to you, he finds your entire presence wildly different in comparison to a few seconds ago. And the darkened look you hold in your eyes, the way that smile of yours had yet to fade—just what could you possibly have planned in that feeble mind of yours??

“I would like to curate a harem for myself during our engagement,” You requested.

Naoya fights internally to hold back the shocked laugh he’d almost let out in your face, “Why am I not surprised the wench wishes for a harem of all things…”

You let out an offended breath, “Excuse me—“

“Sure,” He scoffs, sizing you up and down as he quickly raises to his feet. “You can make your lil’ harem. Run around and tarnish your reputation all you want but, that will not be enough for me to end this engagement.”

Back up to his feet, he finds himself looming toward you and surprised by how unmoving you are, “I don’t plan on it.”

Naoya only inches closer, “Must every last word be yours?” He asks, breath fanning over your skin with a faint scent of… mint?

You respond silently with a thin-lipped smile, mentally discarding how you keep picking up on such small details.

To which a vein in his forehead makes a sudden appearance, “Oh you little—“

“Let us all congratulate the happy couple!” A voice, Higuruma’s, chimes in, “A joyous union this’ll be for our nations!” He announces quickly.

People rush to swarm you and Naoya within seconds, celebratory wishes and congratulations thrown at you from left and right as if this was truly some big surprise. Perhaps it was the fact that Naoya was actually able to propose to you and you were able to accept it without… anything else taking place instead.

So, you suppose you have something to celebrate now. Your request for a harem was approved without any question whatsoever. Perfect. You may not have had the time to get anyone of royal status to propose to you before Naoya did, especially considering it would take an act of love for someone to do so in the first place but, you sure as hell just bought yourself some.

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Bad for Bussiness

Summary: Never in a million years did you think you’d hire a sex worker, especially not one from the red light district your touristy friend dragged you to. But when a man calls out to you with a ridiculously cheap price, your feet carry you towards his bright blue eyes and corny smile. 

Pairing: Prostitute! Gojo x Fem! Reader  Kinktober prompt 11: Prostitution   WC: 2K Warnings: 18+ content minors DNI. Includes sex work, Red light district, Oral (F! receiving), cursing  

“This is just sad”, you sighed, your eyes firmly planted on the cobblestones under your heel-clad feet, careful not to stumble on the uneven surface. The last thing you wanted to do was faceplant the ground in front of all the gawking tourists and the ‘sad’ yet sexy sex workers parading in the glass windows. “They are just standing there, being gawked at and trying to get themselves purchased like a slab of meat.”

“You do realize that not everyone is forced to do it, right? Most actually enjoy it- because who wouldn’t wanna cum on the job?” Your best friend huffed in a broken accent; her touristy nature shone right through and fit right in among the other non-locals- a fact that made you feel less awkward about being on this street. Especially with the way her eyes shamelessly wandered the different showcases, ghosting over the lingerie-clad women, lingering longer on the topless men and their obviously faked bulges. “It’s no different from any other job out there. In fact, this is the oldest job in history.” 

“It’s different. I don’t have to stand in stripper heels 9-5 hoping that some sleazy dude will decide I’m his type and do whatever to me to pay rent!” You kicked the ground in frustration. Your heel wobbled and you lost your footing but caught yourself on your friend's outstretched arm. You flashed her a grateful smile, and in the process, you caught sight of a head of white hair in the showcase opposite, surrounded by gawking and bargaining girls. “I mean, look at that!” 

Your friend turned on her heel so you both faced the little crowd gathered a little way away from you. A tall white-haired man with a goofy grin sat fully clothed on a chair and waved obnoxiously to the girls, ready to drop their panties for him. On his arm hung a dark-haired man, long hair pulled up in a bun with only a bang hanging loose and the kind of sweet smile that promised heaven and hell. 

“Oh my god, I’d give all my spending cash for an hour with that one!” Your friend declared and moved towards the pair. “Like that dark-haired guy, I can already tell he’s a freak in bed.” 

You groaned at her words in embarrassment- even in the Red Light District, it felt oddly off to be so bold about sex. Your blush mounted further as the man heard her and beckoned her closer with a long, slim finger. Just like that, the crowd parted and your friend walked up to the showcase; the man pulled her up and took her to the empty one beside the one he and the white-haired man stood in. The last thing you saw was your best friend's jittery laughter as the man closed the glass door, locked it, and shut the privacy curtain.   

You were left alone. Great. 

You sighed; a part of you was relieved that you didn’t have to walk further down the street, another part of you somewhat annoyed. God knew how long your friend would take- an hour, two hours, a night? You needed something to do, preferably away from this street.  

“Ojjjj-ojj you leavin’?” You glanced back over your shoulder at the man and his sultry look “ C’mon sweet cheeks, let's get to know each other better. 500 for the whole night?”

You felt the death stares from the rejected girls, combined with your own, the unmistakable flush of flattery and desire. 500 for a night was a huge discount; even if you hadn't found that sexy beast attractive, it was the type of sum that wouldn't even give you an hour's company, even with a shrink.

An unmistakable bait: an inciting offer. A too good to be true price that was bound to get you hooked- or leave you with broken bones if you rejected.

‘You don’t actually have to sleep with him’ you told yourself as your feet carried you to the front of the showcase where he stood with his hand outstretched in a dramatic pose, like one of those corny princes from fairy tales and picture books ‘That’s right. You two can sit and talk. You can ask all the questions you had about sex work and maybe vent a little about your life’ 

He didn’t wait for you to take his hand; he reached down to grab your wrist before he hosted you up like a paper doll. You were surprised to see that behind the partially closed curtain were actual wooden floors, a huge bed, a mini fridge, a desk, a closet and a bunch of posters. There was some quiet music playing in the background, but to your surprise, no sex or obnoxious sounds carried through the walls. It was like a normal room, set for the glass cabin- the shower- in the corner. There were posters all over the walls, lube and condoms on the bedside table and several obnoxious business cards with his face on them and the cursive ‘Gojo Satoru made you cum’. The card made you roll your eyes. 

Before you could comment on it, you heard him slide the glass door shut and click the lock into place. The outside commotion and the whining fangirls disappeared. You could see their lips moving, one even going as far as to knock on the glass. But you couldn’t hear it. 

“Soundproof, pretty neat ,right?” Gojo grinned as he bluntly ignored the girl on the opposite side of the glass. “And the curtain for extra privacy, unless, of course you’re into-” 

“-Close,d please!” you squealed, not missing the loud chuckle as he pulled it closed.

A beat of awkward silence passed; Gojo motioned for you to sit on the bed as he walked over to the mini-fridge. You saw him pull out two bottles of water. He passed you one and opened the second one, taking a large gulp. “So, pretty thing, how do you like to be pleasured?” 

“ I.. em.. Ehem” you stuttered, your attention focused on the ice-cold water; pointedly avoiding eye contact even as he crouched down in front of you. 

“Well?” Gojo wore a teasing smirk as he tilted his head up to look at you through long lashes. “Virgin? Ever cum on a guys tongue before?” 

You yelped, your face flushed and beat red. “No, and No.” You answered defensively, sipping the water to calm your heart. “I .. you know..  Best get off by myself.. Fingers.. And stuff” 

He enjoyed your suffering; you could see it in the ever-growing grin.

“Hmmm,” he sounded thoughtful before he set the water bottle down on the floor beside him, and his hands found their way to your knees. “It’s time we change that.” His voice was a sultry purr that made goosebumps rise on your skin. 

“C’mon pretty baby, spread those legs for me.” his hands moved up your knees, then back down, massaging the skin. “Just like that, don’t you worry, I’m going to take good care of you.” 

You gripped your water bottle a little tighter as you got comfortable on the bed, getting used to his touch that wondered the lengths of your legs. Not quite moving under your skirt, but close “ I don’t know..” you muttered with a bit of pout. “I just don’t know how good it’d be without foreplay.” 

Gojo choked back his laughter; long fingers ghosted under your skirt. “Reallyyy? And what’s foreplay for you, baby doll?” he trailed the lengths of your inner thigh, lingered there for a moment, brushed up over the edge of your panties, down the other leg. Ghosted just at the edge of your inner thigh, barely there, touch over your pussy and then back down your leg “ kisses? Dirty talk? Porn?” 

“No” you squeaked; your voice grew in pitch as a long finger trailed the outline of your pussy through your panties. 

“See, precious thing, foreplay is all about getting the mind going,” He pulled his hand back and tapped his head “ Get the head going, and the body follows; just imagine what it's like to have me touch you, sweet thing, right under your panties, nice and slow at first; cool fingers circling your clit then hot tongue moving inside you, then a bit faster, a touch harder-” He squeezed your thigh, “Come on Pretty girl you telling me that isn’t getting you wet?”

You opened your mouth to deny it; all that came out was a moan as hemade do with his words. A finger hooked on the edges of your tighty-whities pulled them down your legs. Your mind was aware of the slow movement you missed his other hand until his thumb rolled over your clit in lazy circles. 

A circle, two, another one, then he angled his wrist so his fingertips brushed lower. You spread your legs wider- as far as the panties would let you. 

“You’re catching on quick, pretty girl. That’s right, not gonna hurt you, just gonna make” He lowered his head closer “you– feel-real- good” Each word emphasized the swirl of his tongue over your clit.

“Mhh a little to the ri-ahh!” you felt him grin against your folds. 

Cocky, sexy self-assertive bastard. 

“Like that baby girl?” You glared down at him, at the self-satisfied grin on his face, the obvious smirk, the happy expression. “Come on sweet cheeks, use your words”

You wanted him to shut up. To put that damned tongue to good use. Fucking tease. 

Your hand let go of the bottle, which clattered to the floor and rolled to the side. You lost interest in it, your hands tangling in his hair and urging his head back between your legs. 

Gojo’s infuriating laughter echoed around the room before it was replaced with sloppy slurping sounds and your needy whines. Quiet at first before they grew louder, gasps, moans, whines. A final “Oh god” pushed you over the edge. Head thrown back, hands clutched his hair painfully hard, your body shook—every nerve-ending aware of his hot breath, circling fingers and flickered tongue. 

Your hands fell away from his hair, and your breathing labored. Eyes closed in embarrassment set over you. You felt him pull your underwear back up, patted your leg before shifted to the balls of his feet. “Thirsty?” He chirped, jumped up to his feet and moved back towards the fridge in the room a little pep in his step. 

In the meantime you gathered your little bit of dignity. Your shaky hands reached into your bag abandoned by the side of the bed, and to your wallet. 500 cash. You dropped it on the table and moved to stand up on shaky legs. 

“We aren’t done here, sweet girl” You gasped as he caught your wrist tugged you back into bed and you fell flat on your back. Gojo leaned over you, one hand still on your wrist, the other planted on the bed beside your head. “You paid for the whole night, ‘member? Letting customers leave is bad for business. So take the time you need to recover, drink water and then I’ll show you what other things a real man can do to you.” 

Author note: Well I had this one written up long ago and somehow I just realized I forgot to post it. yelp... well I hope you enjoy the read For more Kinktober fics and to sign up for future posts, check out this masterlist. ~ Raven

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[romsabombs]

Malevolent part 49 The Suspects notes!!

i dont remember who any of these people are

harlan french accent💀

"i did not kill langward" ok trust🙏

"i fucking hate cultists" he says in a room full of cultists

ohhh horig smart as hell

azatoth??

i have no idea whats going on

"do you think theres someone here pretending to be someone theyre not" wuh oh

ya hes too crumpled up to be a prince

avoiding the question by yapping

its among us

"if you find anything you'll tell us" yeah...... sure....

HAHA he cant even stand up from a chair

hes dying from the plague

eat the elephant mentioned

being a coward is prolly the only way to survive this

ok maybe not

omg he's lying arthur taught him how to be a detective

"im sure you'll make a handsome corpse" OKAYY

OKAYYYY white boy queening out

WOAH

"let this show that if i was, you'd be dead" hot

are you kidding me . pulling a candle and the wall opens😐

dumbass tries to pull out the lighter

after YOU 👺

"i have no dagger, you do😐" "i INSIST👹"

how did he not notice isnt there a big echo here

HAHA not the painting with the eyes cut out to spy on people

scooby doo ahh mansion

hmmmmmmm strange symbol . im sure that wont be a devastating revelation later

OH 😨😨😨

oh . . oh no

any excuse to kill a cultist

oh :( blud is dying

quietlyCOUGHCOUGHCOUGH

HAHA "perhaps we should split up"💀

i think arthurs gonna get this guy killed when they're trying to be sneaky and he starts coughing

WHAT

NOO OWHAT WHAT WHAT HWGWTAN NOOOOO OHHH OH MY GOD OHH

ohhhh that is WORSE

if barnabas doesnt kill him the plague certainly will

imagine having faced horrors and monsters beyond comprehension and then dying to just a Guy . embarrassing

ohhhh nooooooooo😟😟😟

ohh hes gonna Die asf

saved by plot armor yet again

"i saw barnabas vent"

aw :( "im sorry for this"

oh no. .. . . . ..

"ill survive" will you???🤨

HAHA HE FELL DOWN ANOTHER HOLE

a forest?????

their bag is in a tree💀 throw another rock at it or something

these boys have the worst luck imaginable

why didnt he kill him?? he just left

KELLAN? omg kellan mentioned

"we're not getting out of this one" oh:(

yorrick is stuck in the tree😭

he doesn't care coz hes gonna die anyway

oh hes Hopeless hopeless

arthur cant keep up with the lore

OHH DONT DO THIS TO ME DONTT

COME ON NOT MARIE :((((

can we read oscars letter now . no wait its in the bag

bluds just giving up🤨 bro we have promises to keep and miles to go before we sleep

HAHA hes so pathetic

YAAA OSCARS LETTERRRRR YESS

HE REMEMBERSSS :333

THIS ISAWESOME OSCARS LETTER

whatever is in that letter is gonna give him hope and determination to keep going

ITS A POEMMM WHAAT :((((

gay as hell no straight explanation for this

I AM TJE MASTER OF MY FATE I AM TJE CAPTION OF MYSOUL☹️☹️

:( OH :((( HAHAA THATS SO AWFUL

:((((((( oh :( :( :( man . thats terrible

hes crazy hes a madman

MILES TO GOOOOO MILES TO GO

"woke me up too" 💀

guyss what about the creature

we'll never get to know what he wrote what if i jump off a bridge

is it a wendigo

this is what the symbol was about wasnt it

DUDEE😭 insane

OH THE DARK YOUNGGGGG OHH

ohhhh my christ the dark young

loving the references in this episode

motherless behavior

YESSS ARHTUR👹👹

oh OH oh no

GET UPPP

jumpscare in 3 2 1

OH 💥💥💥💥 KILL ITTT

the bullet bounced off💀

WE DID ITTT :3 YIPPEE

oh ya hes still dying

OH !! 😨

WHAT Barnabas was it the witch

YAA women in male dominated fields

bring yorrick back🙏🙏

hand of malevolence is still crazy to me

OH the coin

OH COME ON can we just get a break

personal hunting grounds💀

so what he kills awful people .

"remarkable performance" okayyy

OHHH THE COIN

whaaat hes an ally now

no bruh they didnt talk at all😭

ohhh shit . they both hate cultists

dang . it all comes together

ohhh hes just giving it to us??

:3 arthur "curious name" 😭

ohh ya hes still dying

"humanity in all of its forms" ☹️

oh shit she can heal us

ALMOST any affliction

so the answer was friendship 🎀🙏

BRO HAHA we're his enemy asf . working for kayne

insane episode actually

[cal-daisies-and-briars]

Hi!! Can’t believe ⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️ is almost over, what a giant masterpiece it is.

At least we still have more long fics like 🔼🔼🔼🔼🔼 ⚖️⚖️⚖️⚖️⚖️ and 🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲 to look forward to.

Some extra motivation for whichever chapter you’re prioritizing most now 🎁🎁🎁🎁🎁

And since you mentioned a secret fic, here’s some ❓❓❓❓❓ emojis to motivate you on that as well.

OH YAY FUN! Thank you!

Thank you for saying that about TWATYTK! It's been a journey with that one for sure.

15 for ⚡️:

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He pulls out of his own phone, snapping far too many photos of Brooke mushing her tiny portion into her face. Lots of it misses her mouth. Red and black icing smears over her cheeks and nose.

Buck pouts. “That’s the cutest thing I’ve ever seen.”

“Yay!” She cheers again. 

Chim returns to the room and pulls Maddie aside. His face looks serious. Buck notices Hen watching them. 

“What’s that about?” He asks her. 

“Uh… I’m not a hundred percent sure,” Hen admits. But Buck can tell there’s more to the story. 

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HELL YES for the long fics! These three and many more to come after them.

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Eddie drops his stuff in various places and flops down on the bed. The moment his head hits his pillow, his phone starts to buzz. It’s the vibration pattern he has specifically set for Shannon or Chris. One that says definitely pick up this call. Eddie sighs, sits back up, and reaches for his phone on the nightstand. Christopher’s name flashes across the screen. He’s Facetiming him from his computer. Eddie pulls himself together and answers the call.

“Hey, kiddo,” he says when he picks up. “How was your day?”

But he immediately sees that Christopher’s expression is not a happy one. Not at all.

“Whoa, hey,” Eddie frowns. “Chris, are you okay?”

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Point is, he’s sort of hesitant about this call. Though, somewhat relieved, regardless. A strange combination of feelings bouncing around his tired body.

When they arrive there, it’s clear whatever happened was a bit more complicated than they’d been expecting. It’s Hollywood Boulevard proper. Like, Walk of Fame. There seem to be three main women involved. The police have one in handcuffs, holding as she shrieks, trying to guide her towards the back of a cruiser. It looks like she’s been scratched with long nails, and had her hair pulled out. Another is screaming at her, being held back by an officer, who is trying to help her where she’s bleeding from several superficial looking puncture wounds. Like there was a very halfhearted attempt at stabbing. She’s also got some scratch marks. The third woman is on her hands and knees, puking. Puking directly on Arnold Schwarznegger’s Hollywood Walk of Fame star. Great. 

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“I don’t understand,” Eddie says, poking at the spot.

“Uh, neither do I,” Buck says, walking over to join him. “It was there earlier.”

“I saw,” Eddie confirms. “I… What changed in the past few hours?”

“I-I don’t know,” Buck says. “Adriana thought you expended too much energy to come back from Sweden. M-maybe you… Rested?”

“Maybe,” Eddie agrees. “I don’t feel rested.”

“So much for putting you in a pot and bringing you around,” Buck mumbles. Nervous mumbling.

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Ohhh for 🎁 I am prioritizing ⚖️ most, because I think I'm close to be able to start posting it.

15 for ⚖️:

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It’s worth nothing, as bad as the scene looks, Buck’s ability to see everyone’s auras is giving him some different information. For example, the most concerning aura belongs to the woman who has been hurt the most. The one with superficial stab wounds. She seems to have done the least injuring today, but perhaps not in the past. The woman puking isn’t far behind her. And the woman being pulled into the cop car, seems sort of neutral. Like she could go either way. Good or bad, depending on the day. Well, he dated a lovely reporter like that. Now that’s an aura he’s curious to see…

Buck and Eddie handle the woman with the stab wounds while Hen and Chim take the puking woman, checking for signs of a head wound or something else.

“THAT BITCH!” The woman is screaming in the police car’s direction. “THAT TOTAL FUCKING BITCH!”

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and for ❓ - I shall write 15 sentences! While I cannot share the whole thing, I will share the last sentence :)

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All for the good of the lie.

[numbr2-pencil]

Juuuuuuust to expand on this a bit more (because I feel like I cut myself off) (or straight up forgot to finish the thought before I posted because it's January and my brain is rotting):

Kathy Zielinski really said "a regular ol' straight white guy is the most threatening villain of all" and she was fuckin' right.

More rambling below the cut, folks:

None of the above was meant to say that we can't have an interpretation of Frollo as a queer character in some way - it's a great take, it makes for a whole new way of reading the story. Nor is it to say that it's impossible for Disney's Judge Claude Frollo specifically to be queer in some capacity or another (Phoebus shippers, I am holding space for you ❤️). Those are perfectly valid interpretations/recreations/whatever in and of themselves.

And, hell, that's also not meant to say that a flamingly, unapologetically, fabulously queer person could not be a credible and interesting and memorable villain. Of course they could be!

But I think anyone who's watched the Disney Renaissance movies (frankly a LOT of animated movies from many sources and throughout the history of animation) knows the queer baiting/queer vilifying trope I'm talking about.

And this villain, this specific, final version of Judge Claude Frollo, is kind of just... A normal man.

But like, you know the queer coded "the villain is bi/gay" trope that I mean? The thing that so often happens, when the villain is illustrated in a way that boils them down to a caricature; where their queerness (read: their femme-coded features or mannerisms, their failure to be a "real man") becomes what makes them both deplorable and also laughable. When the movie holds up the villain's failure to comply with heteronormative standards and says "this - this is why you should hate them!" And then we can all supposedly go "oh yeah I hate them" and have a good laugh and say "well thank goodness this is just a movie."

But we can't do that as easily with Judge Claude Frollo. The final character design is severe, rigid, grim. YES, still an old man with fun details and wrinkles and folds and a smug fucking face that make him a memorable animated character, BUT not a roly-poly mass of flailing body parts and cunty facial expressions verging on looking like drag makeup.

And I just think that was such an important, purposeful choice. They chose to make a villain who we have to judge according to his deeds and his words, not by little hints at something about him that makes him "other" than what is supposedly normal.

Because Frollo is normal.

He is a normal, pious, law-abiding man; an upstanding citizen; an esteemed and powerful figure in Parisian government. He is a man who (despite how hard he tries to remain chaste) is attracted to women. And he is also morally bankrupt: he wields his incredible power and privilege specifically with the will to harm others; he's a man who has ended lives, who participates in physical torture, and is unbothered by it; a man who abuses the child in his care for 20 years; a man who sexually harasses and assaults a woman he barely knows in broad daylight and says "it's not my fault."

In fact he's so normal that when we, as the audience, watch him throughout the movie, we realize he looks eerily, sickeningly familiar. We have literally seen this man out in the real fucking world.

The final character design for Disney's Judge Claude Frollo is so important because it gives us a villain who, when all is said and done, is just a (straight) (white) man. He's a credible animated villain because he's a mirror image of real evil. They didn't cheapen it, they didn't try to distract from the real danger of hegemonic/toxic masculinity by painting him as a queer-coded character. They just fucking went for it.

Aaaaaaaaand that's probably why he is so often/ALWAYS excluded from any Disney Villains merch/stuff. He's too real for the Disney Corporate Machine to acknowledge. He's too much like them. He's too much like the men who make up our governments. He's a little too real. Also when we talk about the history of Disney I think it's important to acknowledge the creative choices and talents of the artists that worked there and to see them as separate from the Disney Corporate Machine in and of itself but that's a story for another day sorry this is getting kind of off topic I'll shut up now

Show me the cuntiest Frollo you have.

... No that's too cunty.

Saying this as a member of the LGBTQ+ community myself – I'm so glad they didn't make Frollo into a queer-coded villain.

Don't get me wrong, villains like Scar, Jafar, even Ursula are so camp and entertaining and fun to watch. It's part of what makes them such memorable villains.

But when I see some of the early design concepts for Judge Claude Frollo, and I see the subtle hints of flamboyance, of mockery, I cannot express how much appreciation I have for the final character design.

Disney's/Kathy Zielinski's iteration of Frollo paints a truly terrifying picture of evil. Judge Claude Frollo is a villain we have all encountered in the real world. Yeah, he's an old man, and as a fandom we often joke about him.

But in the real world, a man like Judge Claude Frollo is no joke.

Aaaanyway ,

TL;DR I hope you got my Simpsons reference and also Kathy Zielinski works on The Simpsons now so look how clever I am

[allaboutthatshowmanlife]

The reason the fake dating trope works so well for buddie is because even canonically they are both that brand of fucking stupid where they think it’d actually work

[mercurymacaroons]

arrives 15 min late with a latte

......sup

[torchickentacos]

i will always shout praises of bi4bi but given recent discourse I feel the need to say that I love bi4het too! I just love bisexuality in general in its many forms, and anyone who only likes it when it's 'queer enough' for them is biphobic. Bisexuals should be able to bring their LaMe CiShEt BoYfRiEnD to pride without being made to feel like spectators and outsiders to their own event.

[britneyshakespeare]

Should I ignore Man or should I hear him out

[aromanticasterisms]

greek themed elysian realm star rail arc i am awake and LISTENING

[lloydfrontera]

the webtoon may have left out a lot of things but they did yassify the orcs which is the funniest thing to me right now

*sigh* they did yassify the orcs <3

now i want to see what they'll do with the sirens and whether i should be excited or worried lmao

[kittlyns]

I had yet another long, strenuous day yesterday and didn't finish work until super late and then I couldn't fall asleep until well past 2am cuz I was in so much pain from standing literally all day

[idiosyncraticrednebula]

I really wish some of the actresses who have voiced Disney Princesses would stop comparing their princess to the previous ones and claim how she was the "first" one to have *gasp* independence and strength *gasp*. Have they ever watched a Disney movie outside of their own?

[arolesbianism]

So. Sit with me everyone. We agree that we need to stop worshipping a person or media on the sole grounds of being gay right. Can we finally agree that it's not homophobic to criticize gay ppl with large platforms. Can we finally actually learn to think critically abt how these ppl talk abt ppl outside of their immediate identities and to recognize that just because they say they aren't bigoted doesn't mean they aren't. Please.

[mars-ipan]

he/him lesbian haters would see me and get so confused that they explode immediately

[askshivanulegacy]

THIS.

There's some super ultra weird fad going around that wants to sanitize the heck out of stories and relationships. "Oh no, this person was "toxic", this person didn't react like a self-aware therapist, this person had their own emotion about something that wasn't their business!!" Heaven forbid characters act like people (or like themselves).

It's especially bad in the female-character-worship world. [Insert your fave] female character can do no wrong, owes nothing to anyone because we can't have expectations or wants in social relationships, therefore when the male love interest isn't therapy-level yes-man supportive or dares to have an emotion of his own or a "flawed" (but perfectly in-character) reaction, then they're villainized.

The entire point of the stories and characters is to HAVE conflict and HAVE "flaws" (aka be relatable and normal and human). People are going around critiquing character reactions against fake non-real perfectionism, in complete blindness to the point of the story, characters, and conflict. At that point, I don't know why you wouldn't just find a new, tamer story if you can't handle interpersonal conflict (which is GLORIOUS, the more conflict the BETTER).

They want a Ken doll to their ideal Barbie-fied fave, but they won't bother to go make an OC about it.

And we saw how well forcing someone to be a Ken ended up. 😂

it actually makes me so sad that people consume media where every character is kind of an asshole and they just entirely overly sanitize every character and every problem thats caused by the being kind of an asshole thing. i loooove conflict i love people who suck. i love people who are good people but also still kind of suck in some ways because they are a person. most importantly you all do not understand the comedic potential of characters being kind of shitty to eachother.