#but more of a “that's a weird plot/decision and it sends a weird message''

[aphverse-confessions]

a lot of people on here like to bash jess' writing while their own rewrites are filled with grammatical errors and sooo many other writing issues. i'm not saying her writing is without its flaws because that's nottt true but i think people should start focusing on themselves instead of constantly criticizing others

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[bsverryin]

: ̗̀➛ Rizz-ing up genshin men pt.2

Who?

╰┈➤ Alhaitham, Kaeya, Wanderer, Neuvillette, Childe

Plot?

╰┈➤ how you became friends to lovers from rizzing them up.

✎ possible warning ⚠️ mention of alcohol. Neuvillette is not CHARACTER ACCURATE I just wanted to include him because he's hot Fluff/wholesome how you became their friend, lover after. HEAD CANNONS ONLY !! I don't know if it's character accurate enough but I tried my best, again I can't assure you of PERFECT grammar, enjoy!

: ̗̀➛ ALHAITHAM

Alhaitham didn't let it slide right after you tried to rizz him, he didn't have time for these childish things such as the thing called rizz, but this man also has that unspoken rizz. I can't even deny that

Alhaitham saved you from mentally dying because of you being careless around the sumeru, basically you were about to get tricked to spend all your money to have someone to guide you throughout the sumeru, turns out that doesn't exist in sumeru. They can't blame you, you're a visitor from another nation.

"Does the nation you live in teach you to be a fool or are you just that naive?" Alhaitham said. He was annoyed because you gave him more work which is saving you from being too nice and careless.

"No but it's important to be nice at all times." You said a little concerned, you were about to spend all your money on random strangers you just met, it was because they looked nice. It was your reason.

"That doesn't apply here." He sighed and he walked with you inside the sumeru watching you buy things that you won't even need. You're a rich person from the other land, he can't stop you and all he did was watch you. I guess it wasn't so bad for alhaitham to spend his free time with you.

After a few hours, you finally stopped shopping and you felt as if alhaitham felt happy and relieved that you're done. You stood in front of him to smile and you gave him a gift as a thanks, it was the most expensive jewelry you found on sumeru that fits alhaitham's style.

He was going to refuse your gift but you said it was your thanks and asked for his number, he was hesitating to give his number to someone he just met but he thought that it won't be that bad, that's what he thought. He regretted his decision when you kept texting him and rizz-ing him up all the time, he might've just put his phone on do not disturb but then finds himself looking for your messages.

You got closer through chats despite him leaving you on read most of the time and telling you to stop sending unnecessary messages sometimes you meet him and give him expensive gifts, it was your love language.

After months and months of being friends You confessed first, if he rejected you, you'd go back to your hometown but if he didn't maybe you'll stay for a while.

"What made you think that I don't appreciate someone like you? Y/N?"

: ̗̀➛ Childe

Childe knows what rizz is and he lets you rizz him because he doesn't see why not?! You both rizz each other up and boost each other's confidence, you have this very healthy relationship with him which is really good for the both of you.

You were up all night strategizing how you can steal toys for your little brother, your little brother doesn't show much emotion but this time your little brother showed so much interest over a toy, it was the first time he did, you wanted to be the best big sister and give him the toy he liked, however you didn't have much money for the toy.

"Hey girlie, it's not right to steal a toy.." someone behind you said as you shiver in fear, feeling scared that someone caught you from stealing something expensive.

You were about to run but he caught up to you saying that he will buy it for you since he's buying it for his little brother too, the man didn't look so bad and had fun talking about how much he loves his family. You thought it was weird at first but he wasn't so bad.

"how can I repay you?" You said curiously, he chuckled and said you didn't have to but you're so persuasive that he just asked for your number and that's all, he texted you first and started rizzing you up but he tries his best not to creep you out, in fact he was the one who taught you how to rizz someone up.

For some reason you got much better than him at rizz-ing up someone, you both got along so well and he was such a nice guy he may have confessed that he was part of a harbinger which made you act really surprised but didn't really know what it was about.

He confessed first, he loved the way that you're family-oriented just like him and you got along so well talking about your families and yourself at the same time, you loved him too much to reject him.

"You're really cute. Do you know that, YN?"

: ̗̀➛ WANDERER

Wanderer is always annoyed by you trying to rizz him up, but some part of it he can't deny that he likes it but he still hates it, he may have blocked you a thousand times but still unblocking you days later because you're his little pet.

"You crazy creature, what are you doing with that low-life creature?" Wanderer said with his annoyed and disgusted glare after looking at you trying to experiment the abyss mage he killed.

"I'm scientist Y/n at your service!" You gave him a positive-smiling look while you're putting your gloves on in the middle of a forest. Yes, you're experimenting an abyss mage in a forest. He gave you a look while you're experimenting the dead mage.

After finishing, you asked for his number so that he can kill those monsters who you'll use for your experiments, but he didn't give his number easily. You persuaded him successfully in return you'll do everything he asks. That's when you started to message him all the time, trying to rizz him which he ends up blocking you. You had to meet him and ask for him to unblock you sometimes.

"One more message like that and I'll never unblock you again." You chuckled when you heard his words as he started to kill the next abyss mage you're gonna experiment on, after that he made you run a lot of errands for him just because he killed the abyss mage for you. You had no choice but to do anything he asks.

The only time where you get along with each other is when you're both not talking and minding your own business because if not then it's always gonna be a war. You both are prideful and too much for each other but it wasn't that bad.

Again, you both are prideful that it took years for you to confess your feelings towards wanderer, you realized that you loved it whenever you're with him and annoying him as much as you can because he doesn't get mad as much as before but he still does. Surprisingly, he liked you back but you never knew the reason why.

"You're so silly thinking I don't like you. Scientist Y/N"

: ̗̀➛ Neuvillette

Neuvillette is so nonchalant but he loves it when you rizz him up, it makes him real happy but he doesn't show it, another man who doesn't like showing emotions.

You met this man when you were wandering in the streets around Fontaine, you didn't know where to go. Everyone was so private that they thought you were an enemy because you didn't dress like them.

That's where you saw neuvillette, he was having a little break and walking around Fontaine, it was his usual hobby walking around his own city and you knew him because everyone kept talking about him, some are good some aren't. You decided to go off and talk to this man and everyone around Fontaine looked at you like you were crazy.

It was a good decision at least, you got his number because you kept telling him you're poor, had no place to live and you're thrown out maybe he felt a little pity for you but he may have regretted the decision of telling you his number because all you did was rizz him up message him about what's the best thing to do in Fontaine, you didn't seem and sound like a poor person at all so he considered himself tricked by you but he still has a good heart and didn't block you.

You were cheerful around him, he was having a great time with you but for some reason you try and rizz him up whenever you had the chance too.

"Stop saying the same pick-up lines over and over again." He said as he sipped his tea while you ate a lot of good Fontaine specialty, it was his treat of course.

"It's not my fault you look heavenly!" You smiled and teased him a lot. After all, you couldn't pay him as much as he was spending to you.

He liked you first but you confessed first because of trying so hard to rizz him up you really did fall in love with him he was everything you could ever ask for.

"Y/N, just tell me when you want to meet me, I'll be waiting for your cheesy pickup lines."

: ̗̀➛ KAEYA

Kaeya owns the word rizz tbh he just has too many rizz and both of you just exchange your rizz lines and you both just got used to it, he likes it when you rizz him up as he does the same with you. You were casually drinking and making friends when you spotted kaeya, You decided to rizz him up without any questions, it was the best thing you ever did because you got his number easily, you message him a lot and send over the most rizz lines. It was a little unfair because he had all the world's rizz and he's just so cool all the time, he may be busy sometimes but you're his favorite lady and gives you half of his time, you drink with him and talk about many life related things. "Do you think I have more rizz than you?" you asked before drinking the dandelion wine you ordered. "I don't know, you wanna find out?" Kaeya said with the most flirtatious tone with his little smirk, you both kept flirting with each other overtime. You appreciated the way he gives you time despite his pretty busy schedule after all he was part of the knights of favonius. You both didn't confess at each other because you both knew you liked each other mutually, you both started a relationship because you knew it yourselves. He was sweet and all you could ever ask for. "Let's have another drink for the night, Y/N"

[ganondoodle]

wait i just realized... the mastersword isnt even important enough to warrant zelda doing to such extreme lengths to repair it bc its NOT EVEN REQUIRED FOR DEFEATING GANONDORF

idk about you but the mastersword being not just this weak after all this but also not even required is like ... hurting the whole plot SO bad for all that zelda knew she was basically killing herself by doing the dragon thing ONLY for the mastersword, which isnt even needed to reach the end why do the dragon thing at all??? she could have put it in some other divine place for it to recover (she knew where the springs are, she knew where the krog forest is, heck she even knew where the forgotten temple is BC THEY WERE ALL THERE* and im not going to belive any of them came into existence afterwards), in botw it took 'only' a 100 years to regenerate the damage it took in botws past which, while not as extreme as in totk, was pretty bad! yeah it gets outright broken in totk but like ... really? far over 10 000 years to recover it? through ZELDA? one of the most divine being IN THE FORM of one of the most divine beings aside from the very gods themselves?? whats the use of it being able to regernate if it takes THAT long?? feels easier to forge a new one for that matter?? and the excuse that "it needed to be able to resist miasma" is like .. why tho? yeah ok fine i could do the entire bossfight with JUST the mastersword, but again, its not required! i can do it with anything else!! and its doesnt cleanse miasma either, like the sword did in tp when you could do away the twilight stuff when it got the super glow stuff so its really like ... she did that JUST for the sword? really? the fact that her becoming a dragon is the way to get her back into her time isnt something she could have known and it working out like that makes it feel like a massive fail of the writers bc it makes it feel less like an actual decision she made for good reason and more bc its a decision the writers made bc the writers already knew where it would end, the writers knew shed be turned back in the end no problem so they had her do the dragon thing despite it being pretty senseless from her perspective

(wouldnt it have felt more in character and logical to put the mastersword somwhere safe where it can recover over all those centuries and search for a way to return to her time herself? like in these two games ZELDA feels like the more important thing that the sword, -zeldas prone to sacrifice herself for other- WHY! its better for everyone if you are alive rather than dead! you got to this time by yourself and also somehow not jsut shifted the time but also PLACE bc you sure as hell didnt appear in a cavern in the middle of the land, you have wielded incredible magic before and are a researcher, surely theres some way for you to at least TRY to return on your own?? how cool would it have been to find little markers and spots where clearly she has left you some sort of message, maybe like a way for you to do something that helps her in the past, USE THE WEIRD ASS TIME BUBBLES FROM THE TUTORIAL AGAIN!! send back something she needs to return! go and talk with impa and purah to determine what shes trying to tell you, help her along the way and in the end she makes her triumphant return, having grown and learned with what she did instead of regressing her chaarcter to the big eyed maiden that you get as a reward at the end through unsatisfying bs reasons and hurray she doesnt even remember, perfect little fairytale of no consequences wahoo- im salty about this let me be salty-)

you can absolutely combine a free to explore open world with good story without restricting it by much, like locking the bossfight behind aquiring the mastersword doesnt feel like that big of a change and its not making it a whole lot more linear, most people do it anyway right?

(also a thing im doing in my rewrite of it is locking certain things for some parts, it just makes sense if you are trying to tell a story, but its pretty clear now they werent trying to do that, just throw you into a box of virtual toys, and i think thats just sad)

*yeah actually whats up with the sonau/rauru putting their little nuclear super weapon storage room inTO THE ANCIENT RELICT OF THE FORGOTTEN PAST TEMPLE BEHIND THE BIGGEST STATUE OF HYLIA IN EXISTENCE?? you cant tell me all those ancient ruins (springs, forgotten temple) were made AFTER all of the shitshow that went down in totks past; putting it behind that statue? building it into there feels incredibly disrespectful, maybe it makes more sense if you just see it as the devs wanting to put somethign new there, but if you consider it in universe its just ??? also HOW is any of it in such a good shape??, it looks like they buried sonia there a year ago, the structures look like they just came out of a 3d printer despite supposedly being older than their recorded history??

on that note ... how does the room with the order and location of zeldas tears make sense .. are you telling me someone of the past ran around after dragon zelda recording where her fucking tears went down and what markings it made on the ground and then built a room next to the nuclear weapon storage room with the laughably unceremonial grave of the fucking queen just to put all that into statue form? also none of the geographical things changed in ALL that time?? the castle is drawn on there too so i guess that was super fresh then since it "was built above ganondorf as a symbol of royal blahbla" at least in botw you had the photos on your SHIEKAH stone to recover them once you found the place they were taken in, it felt so organically integrated ..

[stellaluna33]

You are so right about season 6! The whole Logan thing is inconsistent because at first there was talk about how Rory wants to "fix him" and Lorelai said: "no, you can't fix people" but then in the end it kind of works? What kind of message is that sending? Also the way they juxtaposed Jess with Logan and Jess came off better but then Rory goes back to Logan just because he was in the hospital? It's so weird! What was going on in that writers' room?

Yeah, I don't know! The funny thing is, if you just ignore Season 7 and take the Revival as a continuation of Season 6, it KIND OF works? Like, I can at least see the through-line of the plot arc there. Logan's in London and remains unchanged... Rory's still clinging to him as a sort of emotional crutch, but it's clearly not a healthy thing and kind of a dead end... Jess is still the guy who really sees her and understands what she wants/needs, is a friend but would clearly want more if only Rory would SEE him that way... Like, there is continuity there! It's just... the TIME in between stretches credulity, just like every other character (except for Paris, haha) seemed to be wakening from a 9-year enchanted slumber during which nothing had changed. But then Season 7 took things in new directions in between, and that just kind of... derailed it and made the whole thing even more nonsensical. This is just my personal opinion! But part of it is still external factors, like in the same interview where ASP said that Rory and Logan's relationship was built on mutually "avoiding reality," she also stated that they'd paid Matt Czuchry for the entire season, so they "don't want to waste that" or something... which gives the impression that they kept Logan and Rory's relationship going at least partly just to give the actor something to DO. 😭 And this is the kind of thing (making plot decisions based on which actors are or are NOT available) that drives me CRAZY with TV shows. 😫

[fluideli123]

Watching the Paw Patrol movies is actually a really interesting phenomenon between looking at cute puppies experience found family and seeing dog camps and eugenics just casually thrown into the plot so well that you have to spot and point while your jaw drops.

Like, what do you mean Chase was abandoned by his original owners in Adventure City? Shows Megalophobia and even Agoraphobia because of it? What do you mean this CHILD was nearly ran over? Near death? Like did we truly just brush past that?

And not to mention Skye? Girl was born different from everyone else and faced dog ableism for being "small and weak." She faced worth issues because of how she was born and so it caused her to believe she needed to "fix" or "enhance" herself in order to be worth a damn? Also she ALSO nearly died in a blizzard?

I need more movies, because what the fuck happened to the rest of the pups? Like jesus christ how can the lore get even darker????

Also I can and WILL analyze Ryder for HOURS! That boy obviously went through some shit to always be pulling his lil dog children away from danger and thinking completely side lining them in okay without a proper discussion. Like! Sure! I get you, but, sir you could do so much better what held you back??? What happened in your life that you would know how to get your hands on high tech and merchandise like it's your passion?

Also, my live reactions to the movie so ya'll understand how far the illness goes:

[IMAGE ID: The following images are messages between myself (A), dakota (D), and pyro (P). I start the conversation:

A: ...I'm sorry dog camps? Chase can you stop being relatable

D: Dog camps?

A: Humdinger literally is rounding up all the dogs in the ity and putting them into a "reformed" obedience school and it's- it's giving dog camps

D: Oh. /END ID]

[IMAGE ID: A: PLEASE! Okay but humdinger is the embodiment of capitalism and ecological terrorist

P: oh he is /END ID]

[IMAGE ID: A: GIGGLES! Also I think Ryder is a blunt guy but his intentions aren't ever mean. He also is so one to explain after an event is over [why] he chose a decision but it's not what the pups agree with because they're impatient and because Ryder has a flaw in it

P: Amen

A: Headcanon that Ryder grew up in a strict household so his pup parenting is affected. Not that it excuses it but it just explains his tone and such

P: Truth

A: I am so invested in Paw Patrol lore I regret nothing /END ID]

[IMAGE ID: A: Me when- me when Chase is believed in, told he is brave and deadass jumps an entire broken off building just to get to his dad Ryder

P sends a crying cat emoji

A: I am so not okay, something about the second movie makes me think [Ryder] learned from Chase about "we do it together" and "giving second changes and not putting people on the side lines easily"

P sends mant crying cat emojis along with: The silly dog movie made me feel so much /END ID]

[IMAGE ID: P: Rocky I love you so much oh my GOD. Diagnosing him with the 'tism

A: Please do PLEASE! Chase is giving MacKenzie from Bluey about abandonment

D: God why do you inflict this damage upon us-

A: Because it's the truth and I only speak the truth /END ID]

[IMAGE ID: A: Something about the scene with Rocky and Chase sleeping and her shaking her head [and in the second movie wanting to] constantly prove her abilities gives me Trans Vibes I don't know /END ID]

[IMAGE ID: A: I agree!! Plus, it fits into the eugenic themes in the second movie and [Skye's] story. Still hung up on doggy camps gotta be honest. That shit was a weird click in my brain

D: Well, camps do have a certain history for the world so, makes sense

A: Yeah, no I agree, which is why I keep thinking about it. Like collecting mass groups of beings you despise and think are lowly into a confined and horrible area to be dealt with?? Yeah, man, I don't know

P: That sure was something

A: For real, like, I don't know, it's definitely Chase lore and if we're gonna connect that to something than that's a can to spill /END ID]

[IMAGE ID: A: Mhm mhm!! Also something about Rumble knowing science is my favorite thing ever. Boom!Knuckles and Movie!Rumble need an entire series dedicated to them being them(tm) /END ID]

[IMAGE ID: A series of images on the same topic read:

A: PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE! I also believe Zuma gives biracial vibes, don't ask me why

P: YOURE RIGHT! Zuma keeps being forgotten i think that should be fixed

A sends a gif of Zuma dancing while stating: I agree I could never forget that sweet pea. I headcanon him as afro-latino Asian, the pup gods told me so

P: I'm the pup gods

A sends a gif of Marshall filling a kiddie pool with Chase, Skye, Rumble and Zuma, stating: WHEEZE! Chase gets to be white passing Latino. Skye gives Cajuns decent. Marshall is the only white boy. Rumble is only half white and I don't know what the other half is

D: Filipino, why? Because you couldn't decided and I'm a whore for Filipino representation

A: YES! I AGREE WITH THIS! Chase is Latino, Skye is Cajun, Zuma is Asian Afro-Latino, Rumble is White and Filipino, Marshall is White! "Why are you giving dogs race and ancestory" BECAUSE I CAN AND I WILL

D: Because it feels right /END ID]

[IMAGE ID: A: Something Something Liberty trying to define herself by others around her and not herself. ALSO! "Amplify things about us" and it's about Skye flying and being strong, something something, she was always strong and deserving of her title and position she was just the only one who thought she had to be more /END ID]

[IMAGE ID: Two images on the same topic that state:

A: Also Liberty always enhancing or being a double example of the main lesson and theme and even plot is something that is important to me

P: Liberty is very important to me. She's also the oldest trust, I'm the dog nerd

A: In the first [movie Liberty] wanted to join something she admired and wanted to serve something bigger than herself which enhanced Chase's story about worth, that fear is something to overcome and not stop you, to get back up again and fight for what you want.

A: Also Liberty pushing Lil kids to get their potential reflecting and enhancing the theme of how much Skye pushes herself because she has something she wants and always thinks she has to prove it by pushing and doing things on her own [when she] shouldn't have to /END ID]

[IMAGE ID: A: Also to add into the eugenics themes, Skye believing she has to be "enhanced" (made better) to have her full worth and power to display just because she was born differently than everyone else

D sends a deeply concerned emoji

A: Chase's story being about bravery and Skye's about Bodily Worth /END ID]

[IMAGE ID: P: Ryder actually makes me so mad. I'm sorry I try hard to love him but he makes me SO MAD

A: Ryder when he took Chase to when he nearly got ran over, Ryder not letting Chase or Liberty or Skye join when they're having a hard time, always putting even pups he doesn't know very well first about their will being by ending a program and it makes me think so AGGRESSIVELY that he's afraid of losing them and so he keeps thinking leaving them in safe places is what is best when it's NOT

A: NO SAME! Ryder "to ensure everyone's safety I have to leave people behind" Papa. I need to analyze him so bad. What happened to you to make you like this bro

P: I see where he's coming from but oh my god he makes me so mad /END ID]

[IMAGE ID: A: No, I agree, in the next movie I need [Ryder] to learn, man. [Skye is taking all [the crystals] SKYE DON'T! Don't over compensate for something you don't even need to :(((. The eugenics hit her hard. Also they're so found family coded, Ryder saw all these kids and adopted them and helped them find themselves and their purpose and supports them so heavily and I need to bash my head in about how much they mean to me /END ID]

[IMAGE ID: A: Skye's movie is also about how accessibility and community is important but putting her worth in your "incapabilities" because you were born different. Also ableism [from Victoria saying] "need me to slow down Lil pup" /END ID]

[IMAGE ID: A: Also Victoria's parallel to Skye using her "madness" aka mental instability and personality disorder and Skye's physical disabilities. I am right give me my Paw Patrol award /END ID]

[IMAGE ID: A: Token girl [Skye] becomes an actual fucking character I adore and love and need more of

P: Token girl proves she's not just a diversity hire

A: With her own movie too! Oh, this scene, this scene makes me GO INSANE. Ryder "I need you safe my daughter please come back to me." No pups too small go girl go! Skye against ableism- Ryder thinking he lost his daughter and her brothers thinking the same thing! Trans girl power! "How can a puppy be trans" Because I said so!

P: And you are right!

A: Doesn't she have trans vibes?! Like I cannot explain it [she is] Trans because she was Born That Way(tm)

P: She does! She does! /END ID]

[IMAGE ID: A: "Protect all those who need our help!" Skye against ableism! I love her so much! She's healing! 10/10 movies, man. Also something something the pups cars and armor being symbolism for disability accessibility

D: Okay now make an essay about it right now/j

P: /srs /END ID]

All in all, if there's one thing to take away from this post it's the following screenshots

[IMAGE ID: A: I need to start making Paw Patrol fics now

A: I am about to feed the paw patrol fandom /END ID]

[the-cat-chat]

September 7, 2024

Marmalade (2024)

Recently incarcerated, Baron strikes up a friendship with his new cellmate, a man with a history of prison breaks. As they hatch a plan to escape, Baron recalls how he met the love of his life and how they came up with a scheme to rob a bank.

Warning: Review may contain spoilers. Read at your own risk.

JayBell: Yes, the hair and the accent is an assault on your senses, but I think Anzie is much more sensitive to those types of things in movies than me. Okay maybe not the hair, that was tough.

Weirdly, in the beginning the movie felt very Forrest Gump-esque with the accent, the naive male protagonist, and the storytelling narration.

The whole time you're thinking, how could a guy be this stupid and gullible? It's like watching a car crash in slow motion.

I'm a bit conflicted because I do think the twists in the movie are fun and pretty well done. I do think it makes the beginning worth it. But I also have some gripes.

One, the dancing scene in the parking lot is kind of weird and pointless. I didn't get what message it was sending or what it added to the plot.

And two, they start off with these funny little visual gags in the story as Joe Keery's character starts his story, but then they give it up shortly after. So either stick with it or never do it at all.

And lastly, some of the side characters weren't as well written or well acted as the main characters. For example, the various cops aside from the main one. And maybe I would have enjoyed a bit more relationship building between our two prisoners.

But overall, I've seen worse. Like Joe Keery's hair. I don't understand how one guy could look so different with a few different hairstyles.

Rating: 5.5/10 cats 🐈‍

Anzie: I don’t really know what possessed me to want to watch this. And honestly it had to be seeing Joe Keery with THAT hair and hearing THAT accent and that it was going to be a fun little bank robbery movie bc his mama is sick and alll that. Can I say for at least 75% of this movie I felt pure pain in every organ of my body. And that accent and that hairrrrr. I was so concerned and angry I never wanted to be allowed to make another decision for the rest of my life.

And you know what? Marmalade she gave unhinged killer vibes from the start. And I hateddd her. And I feel like the performance was a criminal minds knock off of Blake Lively in Elvis and Anabelle (which I lovedddd) - and I knew she’d kill his “mom?” And then she’s pregnant after like 3 days?? Hoooww could Baron be that dumb. Wellllll that’s the whole thing - and honestly I’m kinda conflicted bc the literalllllll last 15 minutes are nearly worth the pain? I mean we alllll got got and it’s soooo good on how it turns out and his nickname. pUppETttttt. Gawd. I don’t know I’m kinda mad but not?? We’ve seen way worse and it’s Joe Keery soo I feel like transgressions can be forgiven. Except if I think about his ploy toooo much my head hurts???

Rating: 4/10 Cats 🐈‍��

[poppetsisters]

Question: Do you prefer the FF stealing the rocket or do you prefer it being an authorized mission? I don't think I've seen an instance where the former was adapted that I'm aware of so it got me thinking.

I think it has to be an unauthorized mission because the message it sends about these guys is way more interesting. if it's an authorized mission, then these guys are no different than the actual crew of Apollo 11 (one of my very minor complains about the test footage for MCU Fantastic Four is precisely this point). But if the rocket is stolen, then suddenly these guys are ambitious, daring, and fearless. Thick as thieves and always looking forward! Even without superpowers, these guys were always gonna get up to hijinx together.

A weird found family doing crimes against their government? What is this, a queer polycule?

But the real power of the moment is what comes after, because it was an incredibly stupid decision to steal that rocket, driven by a need to upstage the soviets in a stupid war. Their need to compete against a foreign power, to indulge in the American spirit of being a winner and ignore safety concerns directly led to their powers, and therefore their curse. Of course they don't see them as curses anymore, but Reed still feels like he needs to make up for his shortsightedness. Everything he does is a plea for forgiveness for what he did to his friends, even if they feel he doesn't need to apologize anymore.

If the trip becomes an authorized mission, then all that thematic underpinning goes out the airlock. Now the cosmic rays are just an unrelated accident instead of direct consequences. There's potential for obfuscation of blame which weakens the guilt Reed is supposed to feel over the incident.

Now credit where its due, Fant4stic (2015) DID include the plot beat of them stealing the rocket (or in this case the teleporter) but I think it ruins what could've been a great moment by making it a decision made while drunk. Sure, it's still an action driven by short-sightedness and pettiness, but now there's this excuse that they're intoxicated, which I think is a pussy move. It's another issue of obfuscation of blame muddying the themes its going for. The fact that Sue Storm wasn't even included in this drunken plot is an especially egregious snub. Sue was completely on-board with the heist in the original story, and it was Ben Grimm who was the hesitant one. She called him a coward and that's what broke his balk.

Anyway be gay and do crimes. If you're lucky, you'll get superpowers.

[ofthemoonmaiden]

OFTHEMOONMAIDEN : an independent, private, selective roleplay blog for the character DAME AYLIN from BALDUR’S GATE III. sung by BUFFY.

exploring themes of : A CAGED BIRD FINALLY FREE, A LOST LOVE GRIEVED AND RETURNED, OF JUSTICE FOUND IN ANGER.

* NOT SPOILER FREE!

TEMPORARY RULES FOUND BELOW:

DISCLAIMERS: i am not affiliated with any of the properties that i write from or reference. this account is purely for entertainment purposes. however, all my headcanons, edits, and personal musings are mine alone.

i. FOLLOWING / UNFOLLOWING: i am highly selective about who i follow, since i want to keep my dash small and with people i feel comfortable interacting with. if i follow you first, i want to write with you! if i don't follow you back, please don't take it personally. i just don't want to get overwhelmed. i will NOT be following people who condone the following things:

- any form of bigotry/hate ( homophobia, transphobia, racism, etc. )

- heavily negative ooc

- callouts / participating in callout culture

ii. CONTENT & TRIGGERS: i love to explore darker themes in my writing, but i don’t think i will be writing anything too triggering. i don't have any triggers other than negative ooc really. I TAG TRIGGERS AS TW [TRIGGER].

iii. ACTIVITY: i will be low activity on here. i have irl stuff and that takes priority over anything. i try to reply to any messages and threads i have, so just poke me if you want to discuss things!

iv. THREADS / ASKS: i make asks a separate post so that if you want to continue, you can! i generally try and continue asks if i send them in but there's never an obligation to respond to my response if you don't want to! i try to reply to threads in chronological order, oldest to newest, but sometimes i will have muse for some threads more than others. this does not reflect interest level with your character or our thread — sometimes my mood fluctuates and i can't control that! if you have any questions or want to poke me to work on your thread, let me know and i will do the best i can! but please do not constantly pressure me into things. i want this blog to feel like a hobby, not an obligation.

v. FORMATTING: i don't have a theme on my blog because i tend to keep things simple and like to focus more on writing than graphics. i tend to do triple spacing with bold and italics to emphasize points. however, if for whatever reason you need plain text, just let me know and i am happy to accomodate!

vi. SHIPPING & SMUT: aylin’s main and most obvious romance is isobel. i am not completely against shipping her with other muses, but, it would have to be with lots of plotting and discussing ooc. assume that, unless we’ve plotted something out, she’s either in a relationship with isobel or is still deeply in love with her if she isn’t around. also— aylin is a lesbian, so, don’t be weird. i am 21+ and therefore nsfw may appear on this blog. it will be tagged as nsft so i don’t get flagged! I DO NOT ROLEPLAY WITH ANY CHARACTER OR WRITER UNDER THE AGE OF 18 YEARS OLD.

vii. MUSES AND MUN. the decisions, thoughts, ideologies, and actions of my character do not reflect the feelings of the writer at all times. they are two separate entities with different thoughts. if you have any questions, concerns, w/e about the character i write or how i write them please feel free to come to my dms to discuss!

[captainseamech]

             -> Semi plotted starter for @vibrantsouled!

             High Tide may have started to regret his decision when he sent that letter, potentially thinking on a way to possibly get it back or if he could send an apology letter right now... But it was short lived when he peaked at the window and noticed someone placing a letter inside the mailbox. Could that be...? The mech waited for them to leave and stepped out, checking inside the metallic box and... Oh! That pink envelope and heart stamp... It had to be from him!

             He was careful to open it, not wanting to ruin the delicate envelope nor rip the stamp by accident. It was as equally short as his, the message was so straight to the point it made his fans click to prevent an overheat. Tonight?! Goodness, he didn’t have anything to wear or use yet! Well, better run after that then! And quick! He’s got a few hours until their date!

             And then, before he knew, night struck above his helm; or at least, from what he could perceive whenever he looked up to check the time. The bot trailed towards the resort, a dark hand nervously adjusting his tie and nervous green eyes checking if he looked somewhat acceptable. Sure, dress code wasn’t his forte, but he had to trust a bit of his instincts!

             Dodging the... fountain presented upfront, High Tide made a turn and stopped a few feet away from it while looking around. It was... surprisingly quiet. Not too quiet, of course, but he was expecting some more monsters roaming around. I just hope I’m not late...

             The mech walked some more and stopped by the restaurant portion of the resort, squinting as he once again glanced around the immense place. There was a waiter promptly waiting for his arrival, guiding him towards a smaller potion that seemed exclusive for VIPs and stopping by the entrance, giving a short bow to him and trailing off into the semi-lit place. Weird... High Tide didn’t enter, of course, thinking it was either a mistake or a way to spot him better in this crowd.

             “Ay, Mettaton! Are ye — you in there?” Didn’t cost to call for his date companion for this night, right?

[cwarscars]

I'm going to join in here with some praise, because I have to even if I'm late to the NYE party! I already said this to you in our DMs, but coming across your Heidegger by total chance as I did has been nothing short of a delight, Han. I will never not praise people who have passion, who go the extra mile, for their characters— and I think it's especially beautiful to see that happen in a fandom like FFVII which I think deserves way more attention than it gets. The headspaces of antagonists and villains are so interesting to delve into; to find out how they got to where they are, and what makes them tick. You know, how they're able to disassociate from their actions or sometimes, commit to these decisions that they don't disassociate from at all. I think that's an incredibly interesting psyche to analyze, and having read your backstory, and more actively reading your threads and ask responses from Heid, have me thrilled to the core. I'm so happy to see that you've not just picked him up ages ago, but have an investment in him that I think many could learn from. I'm sure I'm not the only one who thinks it's admirable. All in all, I wanted to add to what I said over in that way too tiny DM box over there— because you deserve quite the praise. Thank you for following me back when you did, and for your own kind words. We're going to write soon hopefully, okay? <3 Hope you feel better soon, have lots of chocolate!

2022 IS COMING HAS CAME TO AN END!

Is there anything you want to tell the mun before the year ends?

(( i've had this in my inbox looking at me like 'go on bby, read this while ur feeling sick. it'll draw the sickness from ur BONES go on bby do it' and im like 'oWo behave'.

but, thank you so much for this, friend - you've been so kind to me ! & i am overwhelmed by the support of your words. like, i get so weird about my portrayal ( sometimes, i know i can hyperfocus on things & i know that heid is like...NOT the character anybody obsesses over. i mean where's his fanclub in cc? lmao ) so, at times - i feel a little embarrassed by all the writing i do surrounding him. like, it's weird because he's so disliked but then, i've always been drawn to the villainous characters. as you say, there's a headspace there that is so alien - it's interesting to pry inside?

i am so thankful for the remake for giving me this look at a character that i'd not bothered with before - BUT, i am MORE THANKFUL for people like yourself. who encourage me, who read the dumb little headcanons i put out and the silly stories i plug. i really appreciate it so much, the big messages like this & the little shreds of support in notes and stuff like that. it really makes me love writing heid even more, because without people to write him with - what then? fanfic is lonely & writing with peeps is so much more fun!

i really can't wait to explore some plots with you, whether they be silly little snippets of crack or full blown long-winded, tifa & heid fighting or joining up or meeting after meteor-fall and all the ANGST that could come with that. OR even your yuna, because lord knows i got big googly eyes over there, too !

i'm absolutely loving reading your thoughts on your muses & even just seeing you analysing scenes & body language / speech is just - urgh - i love it. i love the passion, i love the insight and i am /SO EXCITED/ to see more. as well as that, i love the memes & the jokes - i will send you SO MANY dancing pugs

thank you for dropping in my askbox but more-so, thank you for interacting with me & chatting with me because i am so excited to write with you. you're so kind. c: ))

oh - one last thing ;

( i was gonna link a meme video but ended up watching THIS INSTEAD and laughing so now i share with u oh giver of funnies )

[imherongraystairstrash]

Yes, this is so truee!! Like, you can rant all you want and make posts on why you didn’t like the book, but sending hate directly to an author who worked super hard on a book for TWO YEARS is simply disrespectful and disgusting.

You can ask why Cassie made the artistic decisions she made, as long as your respectful towards the tremendous amount of work she puts into making these books, simply for our entertainment. I think it’s disgusting behavior to take away someone’s opportunity to ask something meaningful to cassie (because her ask box only has limited asks available) and use it to spread negativity. I don’t see the point in being so rotten to her, since chot is already out, and she’s not going to change anything major at this point.

—CHOT SPOILERS—

What’s worse, people ask her these rude questions, but when she answers they just don’t seem to actually read it; they just keep fighting her on it. It’s getting annoying people, nobody needs to hear Cassie explain herself for the fiftieth time on why Christopher’s death made sense. Because I’ll admit, I was totally against Kit dying, but I understand why Cassie did it. And after I truly read why she didn’t write a gabrily reaction to his death, it made sense to me. Would I have liked it in the book? Definitely. Does that mean it makes sense to the plot? NO. Like it or not, a funeral for Kit before the epilogue would have been weird. Like, there no more plot, we literally would have been reading about the characters trying to put a brave face. That wouldn’t have been as satisfying as we’re all telling ourselves it would’ve been. I have hope that Cassie will eventually mention Christopher’s funeral (maybe through an Anna POV in the new short story collection she alluded to) and that she’ll do it justice.

Basically, what I’m trying to say is: stop being to mean!! I don’t understand why everyone’s always held such high expectations for cassie. She wrote sobh for us for months after chot got canceled so that we’d have something new to read. Most authors wouldn’t do that, so please, just let her do her work. I’ll tell you that if people were sending those hurtful types of messages to me about my writing, I simply wouldn’t write anymore. You achieve nothing sending these things other than spreading negativity. I’m sick and tired of the mean people in this fandom, and I’m tired of reading Cassandra Clare hate. It’s so unnecessary

Wait, what are you trying to say? That Cassie allows us to ask her any question like twice a year and people use this opportunity to SEND HER HATE and say how bad her writing is and how much they regret ever spending money on "this sh*t"?!

Like you really had a chance to find out something new about characters' lives, the world they live in, the story and you choose to embarrass yourself? Can I ask why?

I hope these little unicellular organisms live ONLY on Twitter. If any of you support them/do the same shit...🔪

[askrockandfriends]

First things first - selective. Meaning I only RP with those that want to interact with my OCs and can mesh well with them. If I follow you, generally the first interaction is gonna be with either of my OCs Rock or Anzu. If your character can mesh well with them, I'll be more willing to RP with you.

1. Generally, don't be "that guy" in RP. No godmodding, metagaming, trying to force in something when I'm not interested in it. Basically, treat RP like any other interaction: no means no, not "keep trying until they give up and say yes". I RP with interest. I don't always follow, but if I'm interested in a blog, I'll try to get an RP with them (within their rules, of course... as best I can, that is.)

2. That said, mutuals only. I prefer to rp with people I'm interested in and people I'm already familiar with and trust to be mature about things.

3. Treat my characters with respect. They're here to have fun, go on adventures, and just be themselves, not be your personal whipping boys, brown-nosers, or ass-kissers. And for the love of all that is good, do not pretend to be interested in a character, only to then treat them like dog shit the entire thread. If you're not interested, just come out and say it. Don't waste either of our time. If you can't handle that, then we can't rp.

4. Please, for the love of everything good, do not just come to me with smut and shipping. I like a little variety in my rps, you know? Plus, I do like to have real, actual writing and plots every now and again. Same might go for overly angsty plots if that becomes an issue.

5. Don't send nasty messages. I will block, anon or not, no questions asked. This should be common sense, honestly.

6. I am not a meme source. Please reblog memes from the source, if possible, and you haven't sent in one already.

7. Anyone that wants to come into my inbox and ask, "want to rp" or any variation of it, the answer's gonna be an automatic no. I closed my DMs to randos to prevent exactly this, and letting it happen in my inbox would just make that decision pointless. If I wanted to rp, I'd have already shown interest.

8. If I don't feel a plot is going right for a character or doing right by them, and the other person isn't willing to make adjustments to it, I have absolute right to drop it entirely. No negotiations about this.

9. If you have no interest in my OCs, what makes you think I'm gonna want my canons interacting with you? Get lost and save us both the trouble of finding out.

10. With exceptions to ships already established, I will not be doing m/m or f/f ships. Sorry, but that's just the way things are here. Straight ships only.

Now things I will not do:

-AUs where characters who are normally good are instead evil, or just plots where good characters are treated like the bad guy. The heroes are heroes, the villains are villains. I will not tolerate any attempt to vilify a character who's supposed to be good. End of discussion.

-Plots where I have to play my character in some weird way I normally wouldn't and/or completely goes against the character.

-Angst.

-Harems.

-Plots that only serve to mock or disrespect my character in any way when they aren't meant to be a butt monkey.

-Plots that are nothing but shipping/erp and/or plots involving having someone other than me having to control my character just to get the ball rolling.

-Plots where people try to change my character in any way, or be overly controlling over the whole plot (things like saying what muses I can and can't use, where I can and can't put them, etc.)

Some things to know about me:

I am a very joke-heavy blog. Unless it's part of a thread, don't take about 99% of my in-character posts seriously. I'm someone who just enjoys seeing the lighter side of things that are going on and writing stuff based on them to elicit a chuckle from my audience. If this bothers you, then just move along... but watch out, because there's a springing glove behind one of the doors!

Same with shipping. I ship with chemistry mainly, but that doesn't mean I can't joke about characters potentially being shipped together. If I seriously wanted to ship, I would have already discussed it with my partner, either before or during the process of building up chemistry for the moment the two characters get together. If I post about shipping with your character and it hasn't been discussed beforehand - especially if the characters in question barely know each other, if at all - don't take it seriously, because it's just more of me being silly and having fun with my muses.

If you've read these rules, send me your blog (or character) name, followed by "is all elite!" (Like "allelitemuses is all elite!")

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Portrait of a Dangerous Man🎨4

Warnings: (series) non-consent sex and rape; slow creep; cucking; (this chapter) only plot hehe

This is dark!mob!Clark Kent x reader and explicit. 18+ only.  Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Synopsis: Your dream of having your work hung in an art show comes true but your first buyer is not all he seems to be.

Note: I’m at my tipping point, I swear. I’m dealing with everything in our household, new bed (delayed delivery yay!), cleaning, cooking, dog walking, and working. My only escape are my fics and this weekend I’m telling everyone to fuck off so I can do the writeathon... but sorry for the rant, enjoy more Clark.

Thanks to everyone for reading and thanks in advance for all your feedback. :)

I really hope you enjoy. 💋

<3 As usual, I’d appreciate if you let me know what you think with a like or reblog or reply or an ask! Love ya!

Wednesday trickled by like sand in a glass. You could hardly keep your eyes open as you typed away and a double espresso shot was the only thing that saw you through your hours at the gallery. Vanessa was excited for her next event and already asking after some new pieces from you. You promised her some from your storage unit to stave her off as you held in your yawns. 

You collapsed into bed that night beside Marcus. He complained about his day until he drifted off and you followed suit shortly after. You awoke with a decision, the echoes of your boyfriend’s gripes in your head and heart. You hated how miserable his job made him, how dull your own was. It felt like there was nothing else but the almighty dollar.

You called Clark after an email to Jim, your nerves alight in anticipation of the disgruntled reply. It didn’t matter. You were done. You didn’t need to worry about the all caps messages and curt zoom calls.

“Hey,” Clark picked up, he sounded out of breath.

“Oh, hey, sorry, it’s me,” you swiveled in your chair, “I hope I’m not disturbing you.”

“Nope, just getting in a work out,” he grunted, “you’re not bugging me if you have good news for me.”

“I think… I do,” you forced out, “I just sent in my resignation.”

“Mmm, you don’t sound… happy,” he hummed.

“I am, I think I’m just processing it,” you replied, “I said I’d let you know today so I’m letting you know.”

“Well, how soon can you be here?” he asked.

“Today?”

“Sure, why not?”

“I guess, I could leave as soon as you want me,” you said.

“I’ll send a car,” he intoned, “I’ll give the driver your number, if you don’t mind.”

“Yeah,” your voice almost squeaked, “I can do that.”

“Alright, sweetheart, see ya soon.”

The line cut out and you lowered your phone slowly. You stared at Outlook and the new email icon along the taskbar. You closed the laptop and stood. You could worry about the fallout later, right now, you had to get ready for another day of painting.

🎨

It was starting to feel like deja vu every time you arrived at Clark’s house. You got out and thanked the drive, Jeremy, before he drove off. The doors opened before you got to the top of the steps and your host was already dressed in the same outfit he wore for each session. His hair was neat but his beard was even thicker than before.

“I think you can tell I’m a little antsy to start,” he chuckled, “how are you, sweetheart?”

That pet name caught in your mind again. It might just be a habit of his. Nothing more than an absent-minded word.

“Me too, honestly,” you smiled, “but I have a weird question for you.”

“Ask away,” he said as he walked with you through the foyer.

“The beard… you want that in the portrait or--”

“Oh, ha, yeah,” he ran his fingers along his jawline, “I guess I wasn’t thinking. You’re the artist, what do you think?”

“Well, erm, either way is fine,” you said, “I was just… wondering. I’m not even close to starting on, uh, you yet. I mean, right now I’m just working on the background and basic shapes.”

“I’ll let you make the call when you get there,” he said, “say the word and it’s gone.”

“Alright,” you came to the top of the stairs and he pointed you ahead of him.

He followed you as you entered and you went about filling the jar with water and resituating the set up. He sat as you mixed and chose your brush. You climbed the ladder and peered around the canvas at him. He took on the same pose as usual and you dipped the bristles into the pigment. You could make a happy life of this.

🎨

Clark shifted and cleared his throat. You rolled your wrist and glanced back over at him as you drew your hand back from the canvas. He braced the chair and pushed himself up.

“How about a break?” he asked as he shook out his arms, “back’s a bit stiff.”

“Sure,” you said, “I think I could sit down for a moment.”

You took a step down the rung of the ladder but your toe slipped and suddenly your palette was against your chest. You slid down backwards as Clark rushed over and barely kept you from toppling the entire thing over. You laughed at yourself as he righted you and looked down at your paint-streaked shirt.

“Jesus,” you muttered.

“You okay?” he asked as he kept his hand on your upper arm, “be careful.”

“Yeah, I’m-- clumsy, is all,” you carefully pulled away and set down your brush and palette.

“Come on, sit,” he pulled up the stool and planted it before you, “take a minute.”

As you sat, he stretched his arms over his head and then out to the sides. He paced around the other side of the table, long strides as he worked the cramps from his long legs. He stopped and came up to play with a brush as you leaned an elbow on the table.

“Well, I did have another offer for you,” he said, “I was thinking of waiting but might as well ask now.”

“Oh?” you raised your brows curiously.

He swished a slender brush in the air then lowered it and picked at the tip.

“I’m having a get together on Saturday, some business friends and the like,” he said as he set the brush back with the rest, “it won’t be work. You’ve earned some time off. You can even bring the boyfriend.”

“Saturday?” you pondered, “I’m usually at the gallery on Saturdays.”

“It would be great networking,” he said, “and I already told all my friends about you. They’re excited to see your work. It will almost be like a viewing and it’s only right the artist is there.”

“I could make it work,” you mulled, “Marcus would love to come back.” You snickered, “he loves this place.”

“It’s a nice house,” he said casually, “a bit big for one person… hence, the party.”

“I’ll put it in my calendar,” you stood and slid your palette closer and cleaned it off to remix the mess of paints.

“Great,” he said as he rounded the table and brushed close to you, “it’ll be nice to look at a mug besides mine, huh?”

You laughed as you squeezed out the dark paint and nodded, “ha, sure.”

🎨

The rest of your week was spent much the same. Jeremy drove you to Clark’s and you went up to the studio to continue your work between small talk and silences that grew so thick you had to break them with mindless comments. It wasn’t enough to focus on the path of your brush as the man tugged at your attention.

Marcus was excited when you told him about the party. He raved about how he needed to let loose, about how much expensive alcohol he was going to drink, and the awesome backflip he was gonna do into the pool. You reminded him, he hadn’t done anything like that since college but he swore he could still do it.

You didn’t share the sentiment. You were anxious. You were flattered to be invited but despite what Clark said, it still felt like work. His friends were going to be there and he apparently was trying to sell them on your art. 

You didn’t realise until after you hit send on your email, but you put your livelihood in this man’s hands. A man, you reminded yourself, who was little more than a stranger.

On Friday, a day you were thankfully not called to the mansion to teeter on the ladder and paint, the buzzer rang and drew you off the couch from amid your YouTube binge. The man on the speaker called back that he had a delivery and you let him up. You took the box from him, the thick silver ribbon giving away the sender even before you could read the tag.

Inside you found a black dress with little gemstones set into the fabric like stars in the sky. It was nicer than anything you’d ever owned before and a pair of silver shoes were tucked in beneath the outfit. You took the shoes from the tissue paper and something else shifted in the bottom.

You reached in and revealed a velvet box from the depths of overzealous stuffing. You opened the lid and found a simple chain of diamonds. You gaped in disbelief. They were real. The fake ones didn’t look so nice.

You phone chimed before you could even think to call Clark. It was as if he could see you. You answered and your voice warbled pathetically.

“Hi, I was just gonna call,” you touched your throat as it constricted.

“Yeah? I got the notification that it was delivered,” he said, “you like it?”

“It’s too much,” you gulped out, “really, I can’t--”

“I want you to look nice. I want you to feel good and have a good time,” he said, “I feel like you’ve been working so hard. You need a chance to just let it all go.”

“Look, I…” you were uncertain how to handle it. It was more than generosity but you felt wrong denying it as much as you did accepting it, “I’ve never had a boss buy me diamonds. At least let me give those back.”

“Boss?” he mused on the word, “I suppose, but you gotta dress the part now, sweetheart. You’re gonna rub shoulders with a lot of rich dicks like me. Pardon my language.”

“I didn’t realise it was such an upscale thing,” you put the velvet box down and turned to sit on the couch beside the large box. You played with the silver ribbon and chewed your lip.

“Sweetheart, it’s nothing, you got this,” he said, “trust me, if you can win me over, my friends will be child’s play.”

“Mhmmm,” you stared at the tv mindlessly, “Clark?”

“Yeah?”

“Why are you doing all this?”

There was silence and you heard him sigh then a subtle metallic click.

“Because I can. And you’re a talented artist. Didn’t all the big painters used to have patrons back in the day? You know, Da Vinci and all that.”

“Sure, I guess--”

“Look, sweetheart, I’m glad you like the dress, I gotta go.”

He hung up abruptly and you turned your phone to stare at it in confusion. You were starting to get a bad feeling and that little voice in that back of your head, that little sabotaging bitch, whispered in your ear. No, you wouldn’t let your self-doubt get the best of you this time. You either grabbed this chance or you spent the rest of your life doing menial work and painting the world as it passed you by.

🎨

Friday night, Marcus couldn’t stop rambling about the party the next day. You just couldn’t get over the tickle in your chest, the same one you got before job interviews and doctor’s appointments. You were on edge, even as you spent your stress on him, your body writhing against his as you panted and pouted. It had been a while since you fucked. All the work and the stress had just let things slip past you. Maybe with your new gig, you could get back to those early days when it was all you wanted to do.

You slept soundly. You blamed the sex and the momentous week. You got up, had a lazy brunch time meal, and beat Marcus at MarioKart several times over before he convinced you it was time to get ready. 

You pulled on the gifted outfit after fighting with your make-up and hair. You gave a little tada spin to Marcus and he lifted his brow as he tried to figure out his tie.

“Wow, where’d you get that?” he purred, “fuck, let’s be late.”

He ran his hands over your hips as you neared him and fixed his tie for him. You giggled and planted a kiss on his lips.

“Jeremy’s on his way,” you warned, “I don't wanna bite the hand that feeds.”

“Oh, and it feeds you well,” Marcus chirped, “you think he’ll let me have a spin in the McClaren?”

“Maybe, but I wouldn’t. I don’t need to scrape you off the side of the road,” you took your phone as the screen lit up, “come on, he’s here.”

“Fuck, babe, really, you’re gonna make me follow you out of here with your ass looking like that?”

“Stop,” you tittered, “you know, there might be more sellers tonight?”

“Oh yeah? I guess you’ll be paying a mortgage soon enough.”

“Me?” you scoffed.

“Sure, I’ll be your sugar baby,” he kidded.

“Well, baby is accurate,” you teased as you stepped onto the elevator, “please, just behave.”

🎨

You were surprised to see Vanessa at the party but reassured to see a familiar face. Clark had been distracted by his other guests and you did your best to mingle, letting Marcus take the lead until he was distracted by another guest’s Rolex and started asking too many questions. If you did start selling art to these kinds, you suspected you’d be paying for a lot of overpriced brands. That was a worry for another time.

You stood with Vanessa and a man she introduced you to. Bruce Wayne was tall and his dark-hair was combed back neatly as he spoke over the glass of wine in his hand. You were bored of the Monet-Manet argument, one you’d heard a million times from the stubborn gallery owner, and you were at your limit of socialisation.

You excused yourself and put down your unfinished drink on a table. You looked around but couldn’t see Marcus anywhere. The last you saw him, he was with Clark but you couldn’t find him either. You frowned and wandered between the pairs and trios gabbing around the room.

Just past the bar, you looked back and still no sign of either man. You huffed and your heels clicked into the foyer and to the stairs. You’d go to the studio and sit for a moment and collect yourself. You just needed to take a breath.

You climbed the stairs slowly, the din of the party floating up behind you. You came to the top but stopped as your eyes were drawn to a pair of open doors opposite the studio. You neared and stayed against the wall as you peeked inside. Marcus admired an old-six shooter and spun the barrel.

“You got everything, man, I swear,” you hid behind the door frame and listened.

“Eh, it’s all just things,” Clark replied, “I bought that from an auctioneer down in Texas. A verified antique but it just hangs here. Not good for much but looking at it.”

“Dude, what I wouldn’t do to live here? Have cool guns and even cooler cars? Shit, you know how fucked it is that my lady is making bank and I’m over here with my dick in my hands? I mean, I’m proud of her but… I mean, if I could get paid thousands for drawing, I would’ve tried to learn.”

“She’s good. Dedicated,” Clark remarked, “she’s special. Worth more than money.”

Marcus hummed and you heard the barrel click back into the place. Neither of the men spoke as you heard something shift and Clark cleared his throat. Subtle footsteps moved around the room and you pressed yourself to the wall. You should leave and let them talk but you couldn’t help but be curious.

“Isn’t she?” Clark prodded.

“Y-yeah, but… I don’t know. I just wish I had more,” Marcus said, “I probably sound like a chump, huh?”

“You can’t have it all,” Clark replied.

“Says the guy who can buy anything and everything,” Marcus moped.

“Oh?” Clark intoned, “so… how about it then? Fifty thousand.”

“For what?” Marcus chuckled nervously.

“Her,” Clark answered.

“Her-- I… my girlfriend?” he sputtered.

“If money can buy me anything, that’s what I want,” Clark said firmly, “it’s a one time offer… whether or not you agree to it, I’m gonna fuck her.”

You skin crawled at his words and you covered your mouth in disgust and shock. You inched closer to the door to hear better as you waited for the response.

“One hundred,” Marcus said.

“Seventy-five,” Clark countered.

“That’s my girlfriend, dude,” Marcus hissed.

“And yet you’re haggling with me over her. Eighty.”

You tore yourself from the wall before you could hear anymore. You felt hollow and heavy all at once. Your eyes were glossy as you scurried over to the studio doors and pushed the left one open. You unhooked the diamond necklace and tossed it onto the paint-stained palette and rolled up your brushes.

You stormed over blindly to the easel and pushed it over. It clattered to the floor loudly but you were already out the door and halfway down the stairs. You gripped your clutch and the bundle of paintbrushes tightly as you continued on outside and the blurred outlines of luxury cars passed you by. 

You stomped up the long drive in your heels as you flicked away tears and pulled out your phone. You knew it was too good to be true. Any of it; your art, Clark, Marcus. You weren’t good for anyone unless they could get something out of you.

[nephilimeq]

Lack of Character Growth

I never liked Scallison. Not only because Scott is a jealous, possessive asshole who has always considered Allison as a prize and an exclusive property of his, but also because it reinforces the Nice Guy Persists™ trope – where Scott's creepy, unhealthy obsession with Allison and his constant stalking of her leads to Scott getting the girl. Which is the worst possible message to send. Scott McCall has always been a very stagnant character who was never held accountable for his lies and shitty actions and behavior. His True Alpha title is nothing but a cheap, blatant case of plot armor and a way to justify Scott's utter lack of character growth throughout the series; compare Scott's lack of character growth and development with the way every single Teen Wolf character (especially Stiles, Derek, Lydia, Allison and Chris) had grown and changed over the years, and how it contrasts to Scott, who was still the same immature and whiny manchild he had been since Season 1. Jeff Davis reduced Allison to Scott's love interest and made her heroic death all about her toxic ex instead. And he did the same thing with Arden and Kira too, reducing Kira to Scott's "good distraction" and then getting rid or her the moment she became more powerful than Scott, to ensure that all the attention would be on Scott's bland ass for once. I also hated the vile way Scott took advantage of his position of power and repeatedly abused Isaac just because Isaac had the audacity to  interact with Allison and broke Scott's precious bro code but then had no problem cheating on Kira with Malia (Stiles' ex girlfriend and Kira's best friend) without even having the basic human decency to break up with Kira first. Hypocrisy, entitlement and toxic masculinity at its grossest.

Okay, yes, let’s get into this. *cracks knuckles*

I have actually talked about all of this before, but I am willing to talk about it again and think it still needs to be addressed. First of all, let’s acknowledge that Scott wasn’t written for character progression.

Scott was written as a character who starts off in the right...and then is never questioned otherwise.

The instant the friends that he surrounded himself with start to doubt his decisions and recognize that he might not be making the right calls, suddenly the True Alpha narrative was shoehorned in to mitigate the problem.

They did this for many aspects of his character, making everything he did “the exception” to the rules that only applied to everyone else.

He’s acting creepy around Allison and stalking her? Oh, no. He’s just protecting her and it’s romantic. He’s suddenly acting out and ignoring the advice from someone who has been a werewolf his entire life (versus Scott who has only been a werewolf for a few weeks)? He’s not wrong, he’s just more human than the other werewolf.

Over and over again, they tried to write him as the exception to every rule that should have been an obstacle for him and a chance for him to grow as a character, removing the opportunity for character development that he so desperately needed to be more relatable to the audience.

The writers could have done so much better.

Every single time I think about how they wrote his romantic relationships in the show, I have to wonder if any of the writers understood what a healthy romantic relationship is supposed to look like. Only three of the romances that they wrote felt remotely real: Erica and Boyd, Allison and Isaac, and, at the end of the series, Melissa and Argent. None of the other relationships felt tenable or non-toxic. I don’t think I need to say anything on Scott and Allison. They were never a relationship, just a weird rebellious infatuation on both their parts.

Kira and Malia were both excellent characters on their own and they were both written as stronger than Scott. Malia had her years of experience of being on her own, giving her the ability to trust her instincts and survive even the worst situations. Kira was written as a young kitsune coming into her power and discovering just how strong she was on her own, and the instant she couldn’t believably be lesser than Scott, the writers decided to ditch her out in the middle of the desert.

Seeing both of these very well-written characters designated as relationship fodder for Scott makes me very irritated with the writers. Personally, I would have liked to have seen them develop a friendship outside of Scott.

One of the things that I have also noticed in Teen Wolf, is that the female characters are mostly hinged on and attached to the male characters. They are denied their own personal narratives outside of the relationships that they have with the boys and men that they interact with on the show. This shows a lack of forethought on the writers’ part.

Now, in regards to Scott abusing Isaac -- I will never get over it. Scott knows that Isaac was emotionally gaslit and physically abused by his father, and then he proceeds to use the same methods on him when Isaac shows interest in Allison...who is no longer Scott’s girlfriend. I have always hated seeing this on screen and in real life: friends don’t date ex-girlfriends or boyfriends. It is a creepy and disgusting concept, as if you are putting a brand on them and still have a claim on them after you’re no longer together.

Again, I don’t know why the writers wrote this in. I will assume that it is because they don’t know what healthy relationships look like. As per usual.

I want to emphasize one last thing -- I blame the writers. And the fact that Tyler Posey was kind of a lousy actor to begin with.

Overall, they wasted a lot of positive potential to create a relatable character all because they wanted to push a hero narrative in a genre that does not give space for a perfect ethical hero. Supernatural horror (because that is the category Teen Wolf falls into) is not meant for a high-grounded moral hero; it is designed for the flawed idealist. Scott should have been written that way, but instead that narrative was given to Stiles. And that’s why more people attach to him and see him as the main character.

[spectacularlyignorantt]

For Young Royals ff writers

I started reading YR fanfiction and I noticed people using Spanish in several occasions. Since it’s canon from the show I think it’s amazing authors are trying to incorporate it but sometimes it doesn’t sound as natural. As a writer I know is really hard and also brave to work around something you don't know. That being said, I hope this guide is helpful.

1. I want to address something important because it is kinda offensive: they’re not Spanish. There’s a difference between language and nationality. Since both Omar and Carmen -Linda- have Latino heritage, is proper to assume the family comes in a way or another from South America. I read a bunch of fics in which people referred to them as Spanish, but they are Latinos. Spanish music, culture and cuisine are rather different. Please take this into account.

  2. Pet names: really cute but also kinda cringy when it's not well executed. 'Mi amor' means my love. It's normal from a parent, it's serious coming from a 16 yo boy to another. I would use it when the relationship gets serious and try to not overuse it. If they are older and married, go for it. An older Crown Prince Wilhelm would totally make his husband blush by calling him mi amor.   Mi vida (my life) is not frequent coming from a parent, less serious believe it or not and really nice. But also I wouldn't use it if you are trying to make one of them swoon for the other. It's not as romantic as it sounds in English. Bebe means baby, of course. I think it's cute, this one you can totally overuse. Sounds fresh and young, I think Simon would go for bebe and Wille would die every time. I know darling it's pretty normal in English, but cariño sounds way too motherly to me. I would only use it between Willmon if they are older and married. Cielo means sky, which sounds weird, I know.  But some people use it as a pet name. Mi cielo - my sky- as well. In a way, it means 'my everything'. Idk why. Maybe bc the sky covers everything. Who knows. I like it but it's a personal opinion. Mijo means my son. It's pretty common in Latinamerica. Parents use it all the time. Maybe try not to overuse it. Not because it's wrong, but it often feels like you´re trying too much to make them sound bilingual. Good alternatives are: hijo, amor mio, mi amor, cariño, mi cielo. 

Te amo and Te quiero are not the same. Te amo is I love you, but Te Quiero means I love you (chill version). Linda tells Simon both 'te quiero' and 'te amo' at some point, which works because it's normal from a parent or a son/daughter. Te quiero is less serious, works great between friends. Some people say te quiero when they aren't ready to say Te amo, but I wouldn't use it coming from Simon to Wille. It would be out of character. Use it between Sara-Simon-Linda.

Te adoro means I adore you. Is not common but is CUTE AND ROMANTIC. This one is completely personal, take it with a grain of salt.

Mi principe means my prince, but sounds cringy. His mom could say 'tu principe azul' which means 'your prince charming' while trying to embarrass Simon. He would blush, cute. 

Well written-normal phrases: 

'¿como estas?': How are you?

 'bien, ¿y tu?': well, and you? 

 'Como te fue hoy?': how was your day?  

'Todo va a estar bien': everything will be fine. 

 '¿Necesitas algo?': Do you need something?

 'No, gracias' 'Si, gracias': No and Yes, thank you.

‘Perdon’: Im sorry

‘Te extraño’: I miss you

 '¿Qué quieres cenar?': What do you want for dinner?

'¿Tienes tarea?': Do you have homework?

 '¿Cómo está Wilhelm?': How is Wilhelm?

‘Mamá’: Mom (Wille calls his mom ‘mama’ or ‘mamma’, but it’s a different pronunciation. I believe Simon says ‘Si, mamá’ at some point. That’s spanish.) 

‘Mami’: Mom but cuter

‘Má’: Mom but shorter. 

‘Madre’: Mother

If you have any other suggestions for pet names/words/phrases and how to apply them, send me a message!

3. Common phrases: it's important to notice that only Linda and Simon talk to the other in spanish. Unless Wille learns spanish and it's part of the plot, Simon would never say something in spanish to him - besides pet names- This includes Sara, she seems to understand but replies in swedish. I read that the actress used to work in Barcelona, Spain, so she probably understands the language. That means the decision to make her respond in swedish has something to do with her character. That being said, we don't really switch between languages if we know the other person can't understand. It's rude. I would never go and say 'como estas? ups, Im sorry, I forgot. How are you?' But something that happens A LOT is that I forget words or phrases and try to remember them by saying them in the other language. For example 'and she went to the... mierda, como se dice... aeropuerto... oh! airport!'. Or the other way around, I forget words in my mother language but I know them in english. It doesn’t seems to happen to Simon, but it’s fairly normal.  Also, and I'm sorry if this is getting too long, Simon and Linda talk to each other in spanish as a way to express how close they are. It's part of the characters and their relationship. Simon is clearly more in tune with his Latino heritage, which comes from his mom, and he shows it by using the language fluently with her. -'Como estas? -Bien, como te fue en el trabajo?' he is asking about her job and her day. It almost sounds like a conversation between a married couple. Is not meant to be weird, is meant to express that Simon feels like he has to replace his father. So maybe take this into account and don't throw spanish phrases between them just for the sake of it.

  4. If Wille learns some Spanish for Simon he would totally explode. He is clearly really proud in general and the fact that the Prince of Sweden can speak spanish because of him would kill him. In the best way. This has nothing to do with the language, but I'm just saying. Bonus points if he uses spanish to make Kristina feel left out. That would be a nice rebellious act.

5. Again, they are not spanish. People from Spain use 'vosotros' instead of 'ustedes'. Both of those word mean 'they', but in South America we don't use vosotros. This is just ONE example. I know spanish is confusing and has millions of variations; don't worry about the specifics. But try to be respectful when referring to them as spanish/latinos.

That's it for now. I'm sorry if it's not perfect. I'm from Argentina and our spanish is the messiest. But I tried to keep this guide as neutral as I could. Also also, I'm sorry if my english grammar isn't the best, this took way too long and I don't have the energy to check my mistakes. And that's okay, because languages are meant to be used and be confused. I make mistakes and that's fine. I'm not judging anyone. Please be kind to yourself. Please don't refrain from writing in spanish, this guide is meant to help you if you want to, but just the fact that you are writing anything is brilliant. Thank you for sharing your work!

[mellowyandere]

Erasermic “Just tell us what you like darling.”

Reader: F

Characters: Aizawa Shouta, Yamada Hizashi 

Summary: You’d been stuck with the two pro heroes for a couple of weeks now but have yet to open up. Can’t you see they’re just curious?

Length: 4K

Warnings: non-con, yandere themes, M/M/F, slight bondage, aphrodisiac, oral sex, vaginal sex, slight praise kink.

You sat curled up on the far end of the couch, eyes glazed over as you watched the TV in front of you. A half-baked sad excuse of a porno disguised as a movie was playing. The plot was flimsy at best and you couldn't care less, but movie nights weren’t optional.

Hizashi and Shouta were cuddled up closer to the middle of the couch than you’d prefer. You could feel their eyes flickering between you and the shitty movie. Currently the female lead was bent over the male leads extravagant kitchen counter getting railed out of her mind. Her wanton moaning was starting to get on your nerves.

“Soooo.” the blond broke the silence. You peered over at him and couldn't help but roll your eyes as he waggled his eyebrows. “What kinda stuff you into baby girl?” With the degrading quality in movie’s Hizashi had been picking for the three of you to watch you had a feeling he was up to something.

“Not whatever this is...” Shouta snorted at your response, pulling Hizashi closer to keep him from migrating over to you. The dark-haired man was fully aware you were on edge, still not having settled into your new life yet. His boisterous partner on the other hand was dying to get to you, his patience much shorter than his sleepy counterpart.

“Aww I thought you’d enjoy this one! I mean she sure looks like she’s enjoying it. Ever been fucked over a counter?”

You couldn't help but choke a bit at his question. The man had been getting more and more pointed in his attempts to unravel your sexual escapades and desires. “I-It’s hardly any of your business!”

“Come on babe no need to be so shy! Sho and I are here for yah, whatever you want or need we can give!”

You felt your blood boil a bit at his proclamation. The fucking nerve this man had to say you could have whatever you want after kidnapping you.

Shouta noticed your face scrunching up with anger. Hizashi noticed too, but was so desperate for something besides your passive aggressive moping he'd take anything.

But you weren’t interested in giving them any reason to punish you, so instead you quietly stood up from the couch.

“I have a headache so I’m going to go lay down. Don’t bother me.” You hesitated for a second. “Please.” Within your two weeks here you had learned manners got you pretty far with Shouta, allowing you to push the boundary between rude and polite.

Peeking over at the two you saw Hizashi struggling to sit up, but Shouta held fast, pulling him close and murmuring something in his ear. The blond frowned, sharp green eyes narrowing in your direction, but he relaxed into his partner.

“Take it easy kitten. Let us know if you need anything.” You cringed at the sleepy pro’s pet name but took the chance to leave before they changed their minds.

-----

“I told you those shitty movies weren’t going to work.”

“Yah never know Sho, I thought maybe she’d see us all cuddled up like love birds and want to join after watching something steamy! Not my fault she’s so damn shy.” Hizashi was pouting now.

Shouta hated to see the normally, annoyingly, enthusiastic voice hero like this. Thankfully he had been mentally working on a plan for a while now. Your problem was not only were you shy, but you were so self-conscious you lacked the courage to ask them what you wanted. It was on him to work it out of you. The issue was getting you in the right mood. He knew it would take months before you came around, and if it was just him that would be perfectly fine.

But his sulking partner wasn't going to last that long, and he’d end up doing something to push you further away from them. No, they were going to have to get you to come onto them. What he had in mind made his gut churn a bit in guilt, but if it worked then it would all be worth it.

“Hizashi stop whining. I have a plan to help get her out of her shell.” Hizashi sprang up, emerald eyes wide in delight. “Oh oh, tell me tell me!”

Shouta smiled softly at how fast the man could bounce back. “I had a feeling we were going to need a bit more than movies to encourage her so I had Kayama get me an aphrodisiac. She has troublesome pets of her own so she was more than happy to help out.”

Hizashi was practically vibrating with excitement now. It took everything in him to not shout out in joy. “You’re a genius! So when do we give it to her, now? Tonight? The sooner the bet-”

“No. Not right now,” Shouta cut him off.

“We need to give her some time to settle down, cut it with the pornos, and use it when she least expects it. I’ll decide when the time is right, and let you know once it’s all set up. Can’t have you giving the surprise away now can I.” With that the dark-haired hero pulled Hizashi closer to him for a gentle kiss. “Just be patient Zashi and she’ll be ours willingly.”

----

It had been a little over a week since Hizashi had stopped forcing you to watch those raunchy movies. He still insisted every now and again to watch something, even asking for your own input. He had also thankfully stepped back a bit on the sexual comments and you almost felt comfortable near him.

Tonight, was yet again movie night. Hizashi was already hunkered down on the couch a warm cup of tea clutched in his hands. Shouta silently slunk in from the kitchen, he always managed to spook you with how quietly he moved.

“Here kitten,” he handed you a hot cup of tea and plopped down in between you and the blond. He opened his arms and gestured to you with a questioning eyebrow but you simply mumbled out your thanks for the tea and turned to the tv.

“Alright babes it's show time!” With that Hizashi started the movie and another uneventful night began. You sipped slowly on your tea, it was a bit hot but it felt nice in the cold house.

About thirty minutes into the movie you began to feel a bit... odd. Did you have a fever? You wiggled a bit to try and get comfortable but the burning in your gut only seemed to increase. Something wasn't right, but you couldn’t figure out what.

“You doing alright there kitten?” Shouta questioned while shuffling closer to you. He reached his hand out and gently placed it on your thigh, deep obsidian eyes glinting with amusement.

You yelped, jumping a bit as his large hand made contact with your clothed leg. Even through the fabric he was so warm, and arousal pooled in your stomach. What the fuck was going on? You jumped up, his hand falling to the soft cushion.

“A-ah I’m fine! I don’t feel so good um so... I’m gonna go rest!” You bolted, Hizashi whining in complaint as you took off. “What’s her deal,” he grumbled in annoyance. He glanced over at Shouta and suddenly it dawned on him. The cheeky smirk on the dark pro’s face giving him away.

“Come on Zashi. We’re going to follow her tonight.”

Hizashi shot up in excitement at his partners’ proclamation. A grin that showed just a bit too many teeth splitting his face in half.

“Might need this though,” Shouta murmured as he grabbed his capture weapon.

Heading upstairs the two pros found your bedroom door closed, but due to the lack of a lock it didn't stand as much of a barrier. Hizashi rushed to swing the door wide open, ready to charge in, but was halted by Shouta. “Slow it down we’ve got all night. Don’t want to spook her,” he whispered.

The blond shot him a wink “Aight aight my b,” he whispered back.

You shot up in bed when the door was forcefully thrown open, a familiar pair of green eyes locking onto you. “You doin’ alright there baby girl? I mean I know runnin’ off ain’t too weird for yah but you’ve been so good these past couple days.”

“I’m fine,” you grumbled out. You were in fact not fine. You felt like your body was on fire, and your cunt was aching. Hizashi bounded over, jumping up on the bed and shuffling closer to you. You curled up on yourself, body pressed against the headboard. “Pl-please stop.”

“Aww Sho she’s so damn shy, ain’t she just the cutest thing?”

“Mhmm, the cutest.” Shouta wandered into the room, capture weapon in hand. Why did he have that?

“We’ll finish the movie in here. That way you can continue to rest.” The dark-haired pro turned the tv on in your room and crawled into bed, remote in one hand, weapon in the other. “And so you don’t try to avoid watching the movie...” With that his weapon slowly unraveled, metal alloy winding around your wrists and securing them up above you on the headboard.

“Whoa hey what are you doing! I-I’ll watch the movie I promise!” Shouta planted himself firmly on your right, while Hizashi cuddled up on your left. “Nu-uh baby girl you’ve been dodging movie night! Can’t take any chances now!” Two different hands took up residence on each thigh, Shouta’s gently rubbing circles into your skin while Hizashi’s squeezed and rubbed with a little more force. You had changed into shorts to try and help with how hot you felt, but now you were regretting your decision.

It was torture. Their hands sending tingles of electricity straight to your wet pussy and hardening nipples. You bit back a moan as Hizashi’s hand began to trail further between your thighs so he could get a better grip on the soft skin. If they noticed your uncomfortable squirming they didn't say anything about it. Opting to watch the movie while you grew more and more aroused.

This was ridiculous, you’ve never felt so turned on in your whole life! You held your tongue for fear of letting a moan slip out of your mouth.

A text notification went off to your right. Shouta heaved a sigh as he pulled his phone out of his pocket, but quickly chuckled in amusement upon opening the message.

“What’s up Sho?” Hizashi leaned in closer to you, hand moving upwards, gently bumping up against your clothed sex. In turn Shouta extended his hand towards his partner, knuckles brushing across your sensitive nipple.

You couldn’t hold back the soft moan that passed your lips.

In a fraction of a second two set of sharp eyes darted to you. You hung your head in shame as heat flooded your cheeks.

“What was that baby doll? Someone feelin’ a lil frisky?” The blonds quirk picked up a bit at the end of his sentence and rumbled through your body.

“N-no!” What was with you stuttering? You needed to assert yourself! You felt completely out of control of your own body.

“Oh reallyyy?” With that Hizashi bumped his knuckle up against your clit. You bucked your hips into his hand and let out a pathetic mewl.

“Zashi leave her alone,” Shouta chided the man. You looked over to him, thankful he was always the voice of reason, to feel relief replaced by fear as you saw the predatory glint in his eyes. “Come on now, Kayama sent us a cute little outfit we should buy for our kitten,” as he spoke his hand clutching the phone continued to rub against your perky bud.

The fire in your gut was getting worse, your head felt like it was spinning. Did they.. did they do something to you? Your brain couldn't block out the image of Hizashi’s slender fingers pumping in and out of your wet cunt fast enough and you clenched down on nothing in response. You felt so empty.

“Please!”

“Please stop? Or do you mean please keep going baby girl?” At this point you didn’t know which one it was either. You wanted them to stop, to leave you alone. But at the same time, you needed something. You needed them.

But they made the decision for you. Pulling away both men placed their hands back into their own laps, pants a little more tented than they were a moment ago. “We wouldn't want to do anything without your permission kitten,” the dark hair hero stated as you whined at the loss of contact. Oh so they chose now to be decent human beings?

They were doing this on purpose. You felt your eyes sting a bit as tears threatened to form. Fine if they wanted to play a stupid game you'd play. Raising your head you glared at the tv, hell-bent on not giving them the satisfaction of hearing you beg.

You lasted about fifteen minutes before the burning sensation in your core went from uncomfortably aroused to painful. You wriggled about, desperate to try and generate some friction. You no longer cared that Shouta and Hizashi had turned their attention to you with quirked eyebrows and amused smiles. How fucking patronizing.

“Just say the word baby girl and Sho an’ I can help yah.” Tears were openly falling down your face now as you sniffled miserably. “Pl-please..” you whispered, shame flooding through you.

“Not good enough.” You growled in frustration at Shouta’s dismissal. “If you want help kitten, you’re going to have to tell us exactly what you want.”

You threw your head back in frustration against the headboard. You couldn’t last much longer, they were leaving you with no choice.

It took about three more minutes of them ignoring you before you couldn’t do it anymore. Little sobs racked your body at the intense heat that was pumping through your veins.

“Please!” You cried out. And then the flood gate of promises burst forwards as you tried to tempt them into saving you. “I-I’ll be your good girl. I’ll let you tie me up, dress me up, pin me down, kiss me when you want, hold me during movie nights...” you started off tame working your way to more and more explicit promises.

“I’ll warm your cocks while you grade papers, o-or suck you off, let you fuck me while I’m asleep, anything, everything! Ple-please help me I need you to.. to fuck me please.” To say the men were pleased was an understatement. They had been expecting something, but were blown away with your confessions, each one spiraling into deeper and darker desires. You deserved a reward, now didn't you?

You kept rambling, little hiccups shaking your body while you cried causing you to stutter. You had been so busy trying to figure out what they wanted you to say that you failed to notice your now free hands. Only when Shouta slid behind you did you realize the situation you were in.

Both men had stripped themselves of their remaining clothes, and made quick work of peeling off your damp shirt and drenched panties. Hizashi hunkered down between your thighs. “That wasn’t so hard now was it baby girl? Aww Sho she’s absolutely dripping.” He threw your legs over his shoulders and his hot breath fanned out against your aching cunt.

You barely registered the words he said, opting instead to buck your hips towards his lopsided grin. “Easy now kitten, we’re here don’t worry,” Shouta murmured low into your ear. Gently he bit down on your earlobe while he hands came up and began to work on your tender breasts. His solid cock was flush with your lower back, gently throbbing as you wiggled for Hizashi’s attention.

“See now ain’t it just so much better when you tell us what you want.”

“Don’t torture her Zashi come on now, she’s waited long enough.”

The man barked a laugh before delving right in, not wasting a second more. His eager tongue delved between your delicate folds, working its way up and down. You threw your head back against Shouta’s shoulder, crying out in relief and pleasure. It wasn't enough, but fuck it was something, and he was good at it.

Shouta’s fingers pinched and rolled your nipples while Hizashi began to experiment with delving his tongue deeper inside, nose brushing up against your clit. Your hands wrapped around Shouta’s wrists as you attempted to ground yourself. You had only just begun and you could already feel your oncoming orgasm, your walls desperately clenching down on the blondes skilled tongue. You had been denied for so long it would only take a little bit more.

He hummed in satisfaction as he felt you getting close, quirk sending vibrations straight to your core and you snapped. You closed your eyes as your hips bucked up against his face. He held fast, hands digging into your thighs as he eagerly lapped you up. You moaned without restraint, Shouta’s lips flush against your neck as he nipped and sucked marks into your skin.

When you finally stopped squirming Hizashi pulled away with a cheeky grin, mouth glistening with your arousal. “Fuck baby girl you already finished?” No, it wasn't enough. You needed more!

“Please, I need more..I..” “Shh don’t worry kitten, we know what you need.” The blond leaned forwards and locked lips with his black-haired partner behind you. Shouta groaned into his mouth, cock throbbing eagerly against your back. From here you could see the blondes cock as well. He had an impressive length, red tip dripping pre-cum as it flexed with his arousal.

With a free hand you reached out and gripped his enticing member, earning a surprised moan from the hero. He pulled back looking down at you with lust clouded eyes. “As much as I want to fuck you until you sing, it’s Sho’s turn. Mm but shit do those small hands of yours look good wrapped around me.” He gave an experimental thrust of his hips into your grip before pulling away. Shouta began to move as well, swapping places with the blonde. You were flipped around, Hizashi crawling under you while Shouta pulled you up and back so you were on all fours.

“I could get used to a view like this,” Shouta said with satisfaction. The blond couldn't agree more, after all he was about to get a front row seat to his partner fucking you silly. His greedy hands came up and gripped the back of your head, pulling your face down for a deep kiss. You could taste yourself on his tongue, but you didn't care.

With your head pulled down your ass was arched up and Shouta couldn't help but give it an experimental slap. You yelped in pain, wriggling forwards out of his grip. “Sorry kitten I just couldn’t help myself. Your ass is just so perfect.” He kneaded the sore flesh affectionately as an apology.

The burning in your core had returned full force from what little Hizashi had done earlier to ease it, and you once again found yourself rocking your hips back against the dark haired hero. With his cock in hand he began to teasingly run it up and down your sopping cunt. Not this again.

You cried out into Hizashi’s mouth attempting to pull away from him in order to force the man behind you to fuck you, but both men held your firmly in place. Shouta took a moment longer to enjoy how needy you were before giving you what you wanted, the head of his cock slowly breaching your tight walls.

Your cries of frustration turned into cries of pleasure and Hizashi ate them up. Shouta began to gently pump himself into you. The aphrodisiac and Hizashi’s prepping making you wet enough he could slam into you if he wanted, but he needed to take his time. After all this wasn’t about him, it was about you. Showing you just what he and his partner could give you, how well they could provide for your every need.

Below you Hizashi took his own cock into his hand and broke off the kiss, pumping into his fist at the same excruciatingly slow pace Shouta was fucking you. He watched the pleasure consume you, eyes twisted shut as you took his partners cock like the perfect little girl you were. As Shouta began to pick up his pace, not only did Hizashi match it, he got the pleasure of watching your tits bounce in rhythm to the sturdy hips snapping against your ass. He could die right here a very happy man.

You were babbling now that your mouth was no longer consumed by the blond hero, pleas and mewls spilling forth as you allowed the men to alleviate the burning inside you. “You’re just so fucking cute ain’t you, shit I hope you’re still needy when Sho’s done cause fuck do I want to feel that perfect lil pussy of yours.” Speaking of, the man behind you let out a groan as you clenched down on him hard when he hit a particular spot inside you, velvety walls trying to milk him for all he was worth.

“She’s so fucking tight, so perfect. Shit, I think she’s going to cum again.” Shouta leaned down, muscular chest flush against your back as he wrapped his arm around you, hand reaching between your legs to stimulate your neglected clit. You bucked back into him at the sudden sensation. Hizashi’s free hand reached up and began to tweak your left nipple, desperate to see what your face looked like when you came undone on top of him.

The conjoined efforts of the two men sent you once again over the edge, face contorting in pleasure as your walls fluttered around Shouta’s cock. Moans and whimpers tumbled from your mouth. Shouta’s hips began to stutter a bit at the sensation of your walls clamping down on him, quickly approaching his own climax.

He began to slam into you, his thick member forcing itself deep within with each snap of his hips. With his chest flush against you, and arms tightly holding you in place he finally stilled. Groans of pleasure fell from his mouth as he pumped his hot cum into you, the remedy for the aphrodisiac bringing you immediate relief. Holding your exhausted body off of Hizashi, Shouta kept you plugged with his cock in order to undo the aphrodisiac as best he could.

The sight of both of you finishing above the blond was beyond a dream come true. He had been helping himself along this entire time and couldn’t contain himself any longer.

“Fuck do I wish I had a camera both my babes cumming one after the other I’m on cloud fuckin’ nine! Prop her up and slide out for me baby, it’s my turn to help cool down our girl.”

With a grunt the dark-haired pro sat up, continuing to press you firmly to him. His cock slowly slid out and his cum immediately began to run down your thighs. He maneuvered you so you were sitting over Hizashi’s waiting cock before lowering you down.

You whined at the feeling of the slimmer man entering you. Shouta had him in girth, but Hizashi won when it came to length.

“There you go baby girl, shit! You weren’t lying Sho she’s so tight I don’t think I’m gonna last that long.”

Quickly the blond began to snap his hips up into your limp body, only upright thanks to the man behind you. Words of praise tumbled from the blond as he fucked up into you. True to his word he didn’t last much longer, the entirety of the night catching up to him as he began to cum inside you. Unlike Shouta he continued fucking his seed into you until he finally stilled.

You were absolutely spent, and a complete mess.

“Seems we made a mess in your bed kitten, you can sleep with Hizashi and I until we wash your sheets.” He began to pull you up off the satisfied hero below you, his length slipping out, causing even more cum to run down your thighs and onto the blond’s lap. Not that he minded.

“Lets get all cleaned up babes and ready for bed!” You were too tired to protest, relaxing in Shouta’s arms. Come tomorrow you had a lot to think about regarding what happened. But for now, with your body no longer burning, a warm shower sounded like heaven.