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eetherealgoddess · 10 months ago

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ꨄBeneath The Watersꨄ

Oneshot - Yandere Mermen/Soulmate Au

❦Y/n, a new marine biologist, was working along with her older brother and coworkers on a trawler. They come across the most ethereal yet dangerous sea creatures. Survival rate? Guess who the one percent is❦

Sano Manjiro, Hanemiya Kazutora, Sanzu Haruchiyo, & Haitani Brothers x Reader

Not fully proofread

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Mermaid language is blue

I apologize if I get any Japanese etiquette or culture wrong, I literally have to research the culture for some of my fandom stories so if anything is wrong, please excuse my ignorance.

The guys are mermen princes and they’re all brothers. Their dad is the king so because of their royal blood, they have the gift of singing which puts their victims in a trance, and can form legs. They can also change any human they want into mermaids. They can understand human language but have a harder time speaking it. ‘Human’ language is all languages btw I’m just doing english bc that’s the only language I know.

Notice:

✩Y/n is 18+. I picture her as a black female but you can see her however.

✩Some parts of the story may not be realistic or factual. After all, this is a work of fiction.

✩Although it's a dark 'romance,' I do not condone any of the behavior displayed.

✩Dark content such as: gore, violence, triggering topics, graphic scenes, vulgar language, explicit sexual content, etc.

✩There will be scenes that involve non con and/ or dubcon so don’t read if that makes you uncomfortable

✩That being said, this story is for 18+ only.

Enjoy!

Beneath the Waters

“Did you receive the latest sample for the lab, Y/n?” Darius, her older brother asks as he stands beside her resting form on the trawler. The waves of the ocean rocking the ride slightly as the current carries them on.

“Yes, for the fiftieth time.” She sighs, sitting up from her leaned position against the side of the boat. She pulls her sunglasses off as she places them inside of her backpack. He nods in response as he chuckles.

“Sorry, I just want to make sure you have everything.” He scratches the back of his head with a sheepish smile. She smirks light heartedly as she shifts her arms to rest against her knees which are bent as the platform of her shoes are plastered against the floor.

“There’s nothing to be worried about. I got this! Yeah, I’m new to this thing but you know more than anyone else that I’m a fast learner when I put my mind to something.” She states, waving her hands as she gives him a comforting smile.

He sighs as he looks across the water, “Yeah, yeah I know.” He places his hands in his pockets. “I’m proud of you, Y/n. You’ve come far in this industry.”

“Don’t get all sappy on me now, dude.” She laughs, standing from her spot after their coworkers are heard yelling. She eyes her brother with a raised brow, him mimicking the same expression out of confusion.

The trawler rocks as they walk toward the gathering of individuals, four of them bent as they seem to be pulling a net from the outer side of the boat. Everyone else stands around them. When she gets closer, her eyes widen as she notices a large pink tail flapping around the net violently.

One of the men seems to be holding it down as the woman beside him moves her arms around as if she’s wrapping something quickly. Y/n and Darius walk beside one of the designated divers.

“Check this baby out!” She exclaims, standing from her position as she moves out of the way. Y/n’s eyes widen at the sight of an ethereal looking man. Despite his narrowed icy blue eyes glaring at the employees, nobody could deny the intense beauty of the man’s face. His blonde eyelashes cause his irises to pop as his long platinum hair lays out gorgeously under him, some falling over his shoulders.

Once his wrists are tied, they pull him over the boat, still wrapped in the net as he struggles against his restraints. His long nails, sharp as he accidentally cuts his own skin. Y/n could only look as she felt guilt suddenly overtake her mind. After they bound his tail, holding it down, Y/n had enough.

“I think we should let i-, him go, guys.” Everyone, except the mermaid turns to look at her as if she just grew two heads. Her hands place themselves on her hips as she eyes them back.

“Y/n, you’re new so I’m just going to let this slide. You see, this is a one chance in a lifetime kind of deal, you get it? We’d be the second in years to have not only discovered, but captured a real life mermaid. There’s no way we’re letting him go.”

“But why can’t we just study them down in the ocean as we swim? I know that some can be dangerous but not all of them are.” She suggests.

“Because they are dangerous creatures as a whole. They don’t just think like a fish they can act and think like a human which is bad for us. Not to mention, we’re their choice of food besides other species of fish.”

“I get that but we have gear for that, don’t we?”

“Y/n, stop! Okay? It’s fine, they can breathe for at least twenty four hours outside of water and we’ll put it in a secure tank. If you’re worried about its well-being, it will be fine.” Darius explains, trying to keep her from getting fired.

The blonde merman’s eyes shift back and forth between the two humans conversing, particularly observing the woman who is speaking for the merman. Under the cloth, he licks his lips as he smells the divine scent spewing from the female, closing his eyes as he inhales. The smell brings his tense body to a tingling, relaxed sensation, a deep purr emitting from his body as his eyes shut.

“Fine, alright! I’m sorry. I’ll leave it alone.” She sighs, crossing her arms as she turns away, refusing to look at the creature with pity.

“Alright, everyone! Let’s get this show rolling!”One guy says as they walk over to the netted merman. Before any could move any further, a high pitched whistle sounded in the air, causing everyone to pause. Y/n’s eyes widen in concern as some of the coworkers stop their movements. Everyone stares across the ocean, over the being that’s lying down.

“Shit! Everyone, grab the ear plugs!” Someone yells out.

Y/n immediately turns her body as she runs to her bag. Roughly grabbing the ear plugs as she shoves them into her ears as the sound of a melody occurs. She sighs in relief as she stands from her crouched position, sound muffled as she turns around. Her breath hitches as she watches everyone slowly walk towards the edge of the trawler as they look to be in a trance.

“No!” She yells as she runs to Darius, roughly gripping his arms as she pulls him in a hug, his heavy body walking ahead as if she weighs nothing.

“No! Please, Darius! Wake up!” She smacks his face multiple times as he continues his stroll.

A muffled tune could be heard once more through her ear plugs as she eyes the ocean, four heads peeking from below as only their eyes are shown glaring at the crowd coming toward them.

“Fuck! Darius, wake up! Please!” She runs quickly to grab a random pair of ear plugs dropped from the others. She runs back to him, shoving them into his ears. Unfortunately, the melody is already pulling him in.

She runs to the edge as she blocks him from moving further, though he tries. She turns her body slightly to face the other sea creatures as all the other people climb over the trawler and hop into the water as they swim toward the predators.

“You already have enough, don’t take him goddamnit!” She shrieks. Her nails scrape against the paint as she holds on to the edge as he attempts to push her to the side.

The blonde watches the display as he observes her distressed state. He shakes the feeling of wanting to nurture her, guiding her into letting go of that useless human considering his restraints and her species. The scent gets the best of him as his tail tingles, moaning softly as his eyes roll into the back of his head, the fumes becoming overwhelming as a cold heat fills his body.

The four glare curiously as they ignore their incoming meal to watch the girl struggle. The one with black hair and blonde streaks tilts his head as he watches her actions. He disappears under the water as his yellow tail splashes the water. The other three ethereal beings use their nails and sharp teeth to shred the flesh of their victims.

“Darius, please wake up.” She cries, tears finally falling as he continues to struggle in her hold. The yellow tailed male peaks above the water closest to the trawler as he eyes Y/n.

She makes eye contact with his brown irises. He emerges from the water slightly.

“L-…let go. Too l-late.“ His soft voice struggles to speak English as the human language differs from the sea.

She gasps as she fully turns her body to face the male.

“No! I can-!” Darius shoves her to the side, almost knocking her over as he dives into the water.

“DARIUS!” She releases a blood curdling scream as she runs for him, only to be forced back by the merman jumping from the water and pushing her on her back as he falls on top of her. His tail fits in between her legs as his claws hold on to her wrists. She struggles under him as he uses his heavy body weight to hold her down. Goosebumps form on her body as the water drips onto her from all over, including his hair that drapes over both of them. The symbols embedded into his skin, black and prominent as she analyzes her situation.

“Get off of me! I need to save him!” She yells. He shakes his head as he inhales her scent, his grip tightening when the addictive fumes reach deep into his nostrils. Her eyes widen when his head drops to her shoulder, smearing the water against her neck. Rustling causes both to turn their heads toward the merman who they originally came to the trawler for. The man on top of her points to his restrained sibling.

She ignores him, peaking over his shoulder as the sound of screams and shredding could be heard, muffled through her ear plugs. She grits her teeth as all she could see was red covering the area, splashes here and there but no sign of any humanity. No sign of her brother.

She releases a strangled cry as the emotional pain takes its toll, realization creeping in as she finds it hard to accept her brother’s demise. Her head drops to the floor as her eyes shut tight, tears and snot mixing together as she weeps. The man on top stares in awe as the moisture falls from her eyes, gaining the knowledge of a human being able to express such heart wrenching emotions for another. He uses one hand to hold both wrists as he uses the other to trace the streak of tears. He eases his face lower as she sobs, slowly leaning in to lick the tears before a hiss sounds from the side, reminding him of why he’s here.

He pulls back, using his hand to gently smack her cheek to gain her attention, succeeding as she opens her lids.

“R-release?” He demands, though it comes out more softly as he knows she’s in a vulnerable state.

“Fine.” She whispers, voice hoarse as she sits up from her position. He shifts his body to allow her to stand up. The pink tailed man stares at her as she walks toward him. He observes her intently as she releases his restraints, including the cloth around his mouth causing her eyes to slightly widen as she notices the scars shaping his lips. She also notices the blood staining his wrists from when he cut himself. He sits up as they face each other. She yelps as she grabs his wrist by reflex when his hand wraps around her throat and pulls her in.

He inhales her scent deeply as he breathes heavily, revealing his sharp teeth as blood rushes to his face. She watches with concern, kneeling as he pulls her once more. His nose reaches the side of her neck as he takes in more air. It’s only in this instance that the feeling of danger comes back, as she is now alone on this boat with these man-eating creatures.

She removes his hand gently as he allows her to before standing back.

“I have to leave so everyone just needs to get off this boat so I can.” She sniffs, wiping her eyes as well as her nose. She hears a muffled shriek as she turns to the end of the boat where the other three mermen float. Her body tenses as she sees faint blood dripping from the corner of the black haired one’s mouth, his dark eyes boring into hers. Seemingly, at the same time the three men inhaled the air before the blonde and black haired man on the left opened his mouth, indicating his singing as she could hear a muffled hum through her ear plugs.

“No, you can’t eat me.” She growls, pointing to her ears as her eyes narrow. “Haven’t you had enough anyway?”

She eyes the faint colors of their tails, two of them being a matching purple while the middle blends in with the darkness of the ocean, a little darker indicating that it’s black. She turns on her heel as she begins to walk to the wheel, luckily having the knowledge of driving this kind of boat. After hearing the water swish, she hears footsteps behind her, she turns quickly, hoping it to be another human. Her breath hitches as her eyebrows raise when she sees the men climbing on the boat with their newfound scaly legs, a pale hue that matches with their individual tail colors, though shimmering as they walk. Her eyebrows furrow at the nakedness, quickly looking away as her face warms. To the side, she sees that the yellow and pink tailed men are now standing on their own pair of feet.

How could I forget that the most powerful of mermaids can shift their tails to walk on land? They’re also the same type to even use their voices as a weapon. They even have tattoos that symbolize their royalty! What did we get ourselves into?

She internally gulps as they all stand intimidatingly across from her. She looks around for any weapon near her, unfortunately one not in her eyesight whatsoever.

“Shit.” She whispers. All she could do is stand alert as she watches them, attempting to cover her evident fear as she eyes the murderous creatures standing in front of her.

She eyes them as she notices all inhaling intensely, furrowing her brows when she observes through her peripheral how their bare cocks erect the more they inhale. Besides the very light hue of their normal tail colors covering their erections, it looks human for the most part besides that and their size. Nothing too big but bigger than the average human.

She shrieks as the blonde and blue haired man and his black haired twin run full speed towards her, grabbing her arms before she had time to move. They hold her arms, long nails slightly piercing her skin as they grip her, all forcing themselves on the ground to kneel as they force her to sit on her bottom.

She breathes heavily as she watches the other three get closer. She struggles harder as she yanks her arms. One of the grips actually uses his claw to scratch her skin, splitting it slightly as he leans to her ear.

“Stop it!” The blonde and blue haired man hisses, giving her a painful squeeze as the blood drips down her arm. She yelps as she stops pulling.

“Big brother, what are we going to do with her?” The pink man asks, her eyebrows furrowing at the differing language that consists of croaks and low shrieks.

“Take those things out of her ears.” He answers. The black haired twin listens as he uses one hand to take out both ear plugs and throws them to the side, causing her to gasp.

“Get away from me!” She yells.

The short man walks forward before crouching in front of her, kneeling and crawling half way on to her body. His cold skin drips with water as it falls on her. He inhales her scent once more as his palm holds her cheek. She sits frozen in fear, not anticipating what comes out of his mouth.

“Mate.” He states in her language. Her eyes widen as she pulls back.

“N-no! Humans don’t have mates!” She exclaims.

“Mate.” She hears the others whisper.

“No, absolutely not!” She shakes her head, frowning at the creatures surrounding her.

“Sanzu, Kazutora, secure her legs.” They comply by grabbing her legs and pulling her to lie on her back as the other two secure her arms down.

“What are you doing?” She questions, anxious thoughts forming as the worst case scenarios appear. He climbs higher as his hair drapes over both of their faces. His dark eyes staring at her with intensity and determination.

“Mikey.” He says, wanting to hear his name from her lips. She pauses as she hears his words.

“Mikey, please get off of me! All of you, just go away! I want to go home!” She exclaims in frustration, wanting privacy and peace to mourn before having to contact their facility about the deaths.

“Home?” The older brother on the left asks, his purple eyes observing her as he points over to the ocean. “O-our, no…. y-your home.” He nods.

“No, no, no that is not my home! I am not your mate! I’m not anyone’s mate, I’m human!” She reasons, hoping to get that through their heads. She yells in pain when she feels a harsh scratch on her leg, blood oozing from the wound.

“Y-you are mate!” Sanzu hisses, his nail paused against the end of her wound with his other hand wrapped around her ankle. Kazutora grips her other leg tighter as a frown falls on his face to the rejection, his eyebrows furrowing. The twins glare at her as they also give her a warning squeeze, involving the tip of their nails. She breathes heavily as she tries to ignore the pain.

“N-no, I’m not! I can’t be because I’m -!” She’s cut off by cold lips smashing on hers, Mikey gripping her chin painfully as he roughly combines their lips. His other hand grabs her shoulder as his naked chest is pressed against her clothed breasts. His erection pressed in between her legs.

The two brothers above her bend their bodies to gain better access to her neck as they satisfy their taste buds. Nipping and sucking as they bruise her skin. Sanzu licks the blood of her wound, slowly savoring the taste. Kazutora purrs as he caresses her other leg, removing her shoe and sock, throwing them to the side. Sanzu does the same so he can smell more of her sweet flesh.

“Rin, let’s release the stimulant.” The oldest twin says. He nods his head as they both bare their sharp teeth, piercing her skin as they release the venom. She let out a scream as the pain was sudden and prominent.

“Oh, God!” She exclaims against Mikey’s lips as the feeling becomes unbearable, the throbbing in her neck reaching all over her body.

“Ah.” She breathes out as the feeling turns into an intense sensation, tingling and arousal surrounding her body as her nipples harden and clit gains a heartbeat. Wet slick forms, beginning the breeding process her body has been forced into. Her chest rises and lowers as she breathes deeply, her eyelids heavy as her body yearns to be bred.

“Fuck, n-no! L-let me go.” She whines, sobbing as her reproductive system takes over, her clit pounding as her hips slightly buck against Mikey’s erection. She shivers as they all smile in content, smelling her heat as her pheromones fill their nostrils, turning them on even more.

Rin rips her shirt open, revealing her bra as she yelps. Mikey grabs her hand from the other twin as he wraps his lips around her finger, slowly suckling as he sits himself on top of her torso, using his other hand to trace from her chest to her stomach, lightly scraping his nails against her skin. Both twins rip her bra apart, revealing her diamond hard nipples, her gasping at the cold air hitting her breasts.

She begins to struggle against their holds, only to regret it as Mikey pulls her finger out and chomps on her hand as a warning, drawing blood. She cries out, tears falling as her mind conflicted with the sensations all over her body. He returns to suckling her fingers and tracing her skin, licking the blood up as well. The twins move to grab her breasts as both use their tongues to lick her nubs, Rin roughly pulling and nibbling her as his brother gently sucks and kisses her other. She could only breathe heavily as they continued their assault.

Kazutora and Sanzu tore her pants, spreading her legs as far as they could while gripping her thighs with one hand. Both men position their heads between her legs before using a claw to slice her panties off, leaving her wet and bare for them to see. Her head falls back as her clit throbs, anticipating contact but only bucking her hips against the air.

Kazutora leans in as he gives a slow and light kiss on her clit, her twitching at the contact. She bites her lip to remain in control, not moaning out or begging for more. Sanzu retracts his nails to a normal size, using his finger to scrape her juices and wrap his lips around his own finger, quietly moaning as her taste reaches his tongue. Kazutora takes her whole clit in his mouth, sucking her clit as he bobs his head slowly.

“Oh my god.” She whispers, the sensations becoming overwhelming as she feels Sanzu gathering more slick and entering a finger into her vagina. Mikey takes the opportunity to lick all around her hand and wraps her fingers around his cock. She attempts to pull back but his hold is tighter.

“P-please? N-need it.” He says softly. Although she’s almost blinded by pleasure, she wants to end everything as fast as possible. She begins to move her hand up and down at a steady pace. He moans as he thrusts back into her hand.

“Feels good, Mikey?” He teases.

“Shut up, Ran.” He whispers as his head falls back, thrusting a little harder as his cock pulsates. He grabs her wrist to balance himself. Her head is pulled to the side as the blonde and blue haired man eases the head of his cock to her mouth. She shakes her head and attempts to turn away. He keeps his hold on her head as he grabs her nipple roughly.

“B-bite off.” He growls, threatening her as his cock throbs in her face. He releases her nipple when she nods and opens her mouth. He shoves his erection all the way to the back of her throat. He grunts as he pulls back and enters again. She whimpers around his cock as she feels two fingers hitting her g spot as a tongue flicks her clit. She grinds her hips subconsciously, seeking more as they continue to stimulate her.

Both Rin and Mikey moan as they thrust into her, eyes rolling in the back of their heads as their hair flops against their back. Ran reaches for his own cock as he plays with her nipples.

Suddenly, an idea popping into his head, he restrains his thrusts as he gives her hand to Ran. He positions his cock between her breasts and squeezes them together. Mikey thrusts her chest as he purrs. Ran takes the opportunity to wrap her fingers around his cock, essentially the same idea with Mikey a minute ago.

Kazutora and Sanzu stop their motions, their dicks tense and in need of assistance, dripping as they throb.

“Guys, readjust so I can get behind her.”

They ignore him until he lets out an ear piercing shriek, causing her to groan in pain for her ears. This gets everyone’s attention so he repeats himself. Everyone readjusts so that he she lies on top of him, her ass rubbing against his abdomen.

Mikey stays sitting on top of her in the same position and fits his cock back in between her breasts. Sanzu sits behind Mikey, positioning his cock to her entrance. Rin reconnects his erection with her mouth as well as Ran using her hand.

She cries out when Kazutora and Sanzu shove their cocks inside of her until they reach the end of her walls, deeply stuffing themselves inside of her slowly. Kazutora grips her hips as Sanzu grips her legs. Both men pull back as they slam back in, the slick coming from their cocks moisturizing her up enough to enter, besides her own slick.

She grunts loudly as they fill her up, her body being used every which way as her nipples are pinched occasionally. The men’s beautiful moans echo in the middle of the ocean, enticing her as she feels nothing but intense pleasure. The wet squelching sounds of their cocks connecting with her skin accelerate as they move faster.

Her own walls tighten around Kazutora and Sanzu’s cocks, pulling them in as they push, sinking deeper into her as Sanzu hits her cervix. The feeling of her body bouncing with movement was enough to send her over the edge as her body is very sensitive from the stimulant.

“Mm, s’ fucking good.” Kazutora whispers as he takes her ear into his mouth. His grip tightening, leaving indents in her skin. His thrusts are steady and hard as her asshole grips him.

Mikey breathes hard as slight moans draw from his lips occasionally, almost slamming his cock against her chin as he relentlessly thrusts his hips. Sanzu moans as he leaned over her lower body, thrusting hard as he bites his bottom lip.

“Good fucking girl. So fucking good for me.” Rin’s head falls back as he fucks her mouth. He holds her head in place with both hands as he rises closer and closer. Ran releases breathy moans as his jaw falls slightly open, gripping her wrist tightly as he gets close.

She moans loudly as she releases, the men following behind as Sanzu and Kazutora cum deep inside her, semen falling out of her holes as there was too much to fit all of it. Mikey’s cum reaches her chin and chest as Ran hits the side of her head. Rin cums in her throat, forcing her to stay in the same place.

After taking a moment to breathe, everyone removes themself as she lies there with tears in her eyes, worn out as she breathes heavily.

“We should change her now and then breed her when we’re home.” Ran states, leaning back against his arms as he sits on the ground.

“No, we should mate her and then change her.” Rin argues.

“No, sex now and then we mate her. I want to breed her.” Mikey pouts.

They continue their argument, Kazutora and Sanzu joining in as Y/n watches the brothers argue weakly.

“How about we mate her, breed and then change her.”

“It wouldn’t make sense to breed her up here.”

“Fine, let’s mate, change her and then finish breeding.”

She would’ve used this opportunity to escape if the stimulant hadn’t weakened her body. She can barely shift on her own comfortably. A hand rubs her forehead as it caresses her cheek. Tears fall as she mourns her brother, coworkers, and life before this moment. She couldn’t even fight as she lay in despair, awaiting her fate to live in the ocean and be tied to these creatures forever.

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Title: Mutal Distraction Rating: Explicit. Warning: Underage. Fandom: Kuroshitsuji | Black Butler. Characters: Sebastian Michaelis, Ciel Phantomhive, Original Male Characters. Relationships: Sebastian Michaelis/Ciel Phantomhvie. Tags: Canon Universe, Teenage Ciel Phantomhive, Demon Sebastian Michaelis, Jealous Sebastian Michaelis, Possessiveness, Top Sebastian Michaelis, Bottom Ciel Phantomhive, Dollification, Clothed Sex, Dresses, Forced Feminisation, Crossdressing, Anal Sex, Porn Without Plot/Plot What Plot, Wordcount: 1.000-5.000, One Shot. Summary: Sebastian and Ciel are investigating an Earl for a case when the pair get a little sidetracked.

Ciel talks with a Baron, an unknown and vile man whose soul reeks of rot and decay. The man's corpulent frame has his oversized belly poking out profusely. The man is tightly belted in. The shirt is hanging by a thread to his waistband. His fat, slobbery hands hold Ciel’s tiny, dainty, svelte fingers, leaving a damp watch where their flesh meets.

Baron Edgar Reed’s soul makes Sebastian's core shudder. The mere idea of being in this entity's presence makes him queasy. The man's soul is so dark and putrid that it lacks the palatability for any demon. Sebastian is positive that if the baron’s soul is thrown into a pit of rabid hellhounds, even they would turn their nose up at him.

Edgar Reed is a predator, but he is not the predator they are hunting. Sebastian bears witness to Ciels's growing agitation by being in this heathen's presence, trying not to, and ultimately failing to look elsewhere for the actual individual they are here to investigate.

Devil or not, Sebastian has limits to what he can tolerate and what he is willing to suppress. His core and demonic nature can be forced to bow and obey when necessary. It was by no means foolproof if agitated enough. Sebastian knows that if he continues to allow this man, this barbarian, to paw at his master, let him ruin such a lovely dress, a dress he spent hours designing, sewing and then dressing his master in or worse, have the man's foul stench embedded in the cloth. The scent of the baron's cigar already permeates the stuffy room full of hot, perspiring bodies that make the muscles in his lips curl in disgust.

Like the strings on a violin pulled too taut, Sebastian is one swift movement of the bow away from the cord, snapping with madness and violence.

He can feel his fangs, hidden behind his lips, digging into his gums. The tips slice the gingiva as his smile becomes strained.

When that beast of a man dares to touch his master so brazenly by his wondering fingers, nudging one of the few straps of his dress to fall, the lacy fishu knot being undone to bare more of his master's chest to that cur, Sebastian feels the dark tendrils of fury being to burn.

The twisting and wriggling tentacles coil around his legs and dig into the wooden floor beneath him. His shadow deforms from their rage.

“Ah!” a woman cries. Her crystal glass shatters in shards, and the bubbly champagne once contained now drenches her grandiose outfit. The noise of glass smashing has nearby patrons turning their heads, and it's enough of a commotion for Sebastian to stalk closer to his master, with neither him nor the baron aware of the supernatural speed, teleporting him to them from the other side of the room.

“Any time, Lady Robin,” The baron says, his smile too wide and tight to be genuine. Sebastian can see the vile thing inside, mopping at Ciel’s departure, itching to taste the forbidden fruit. It makes Sebastian sick to his stomach. “I hope you enjoy tonight's festivities.”

Sebastian senses that the adulatory bow and strained thanks that Ciel gaves is more genuine simply due to the promise of being escorted away from this cretin.

Together, Sebastian guides his master towards an empty drawing room—a place of solitude and reprieve, isolation and solace. There are no disgusting pedophiles to leer at his master like rabid dogs barking and fighting each other for a piece of meat here. He locks the door behind them so they will not need to worry about interruption.

They both take a deep breath as the weight of observation and scrutiny vanishes—the peace of privacy.

“You took your time,” Ciel harshly bites at him, his tone cold and unkind. The consequential opposite of the gentile and decorous Lady Robin he witnessed. His master’s countenance goes from sweetness to sourness instantly, the facade destroyed as his true self emerges. No, here was his uncompromising and mordant master. It was like a breath of fresh air. “Did you locate the Earl?”

“Indeed. He is still upstairs in his study, conversing with the Duke of Lungshire. From what I gathered, he will give a speech downstairs in an hour. That is when we will strike,” Sebastian states, frowning at the state his master is in. His fishu was undone, his sleeves dropping, and he could tell from the wrinkles atop his boots that one of his socks had fallen from the grasp of the garter. He feels the monster inside of him growl within his core. Images of bloodshed and slaughter play in the back of his mind like a soothing orchestra or the sweet voice of a hymn. “In the meantime, I ought to fix up your dress.”

“Yes, the baron was rather handsy,” Ciel says, his voice dripping with something that must be poison yet sounds like bells chiming. It feels like a trap.

Handsy is an understatement, in Sebastian's personal opinion. Generation on top of generations have imposed values prioritising males over women, which have allowed for men of his calibre to flourish. As a result, Baron Reed had become cocky in his manipulation. He should be lucky it's not him that Ciel wishes to dismantle and destroy. Sebastian doubts his master would be willing to show even a single needle drop worth of mercy.

“His superciliousness regarding his vulgar touching did not escape my attention,” Sebastian states. He does his best to sound impassionate or unaffected. Ciel seemed to enjoy getting a rise out of him and sparking a flame destined to burn both in intensity. It's hard to forget that the boy has a penchant for arson. “His behaviour is undignified and inappropriate.”

“Oh, I'm sure it didnt,” Ciel jeers, relaxing into the ottoman as Sebastian lifts the many layers of dress to reattach the boy's long socks back to the garters hanging from his small chemise. Ciel pulls his eye patch free and rubs at the dryness collecting there. His voice sounds like he knows more than what he’s saying, and Sebastian gets the niggling suspicion that the boy is watching him very intensely.

Sebastian ignores his master's words, as he doesnt need to respond, so he continues redressing his master for his later performance. Lifting the skirt further, Sebastian becomes drowned in the hot, stuffy layers of fabric.

He has seen his master as naked as the day he was born, not an inch of cloth to hide any sense of privacy or dignity, yet here, under the skirt of his master's dress, it feels considerably more intimate, more personal.

He looks up and sees the incredibly thin chemise and the darker outline of the boy's briefs. He can see the shape of the curve of Ciel's cock through the cotton.

It's tough to ignore how stiff it is. The organ is engorged with blood, and the heavy and heady scent of arousal swarms the demon's senses like smoke, like a deep and piercing miasma.

Yet he does not touch it or even mention it. He has a job to do.

“What is up with those men and their penchant for vulgarity?” Ciel asks, scoffing and cursing the baron and his horde of predators. His master's sweet and succulent lips twisted into a scowl, the whites of his teeth bared ever so minutely against the redness of lips so soft they'd be like pressing against a pillow. The bared molars flash and glint their bright whiteness, matching the mischievous glow of his master's bare, miscoloured eyes.

He lowers Ciel's skirt and grabs at the limp fabric of the boy's fishu, unpinning the fabric rose attached to one end of it.

“These men are entrenched in their own twisted desires,” He mutters, flapping out dust from his master's fishu, then rewrapping it around Ciel’s neck. Sebastian tries not to think about how that vile man touched it, how his dirtied, soiled hands touched something that neither belonged to him nor was even close to something he was even worthy of touching. “I would expect it to be queer if they didnt.”

“Well, you chose the damnable dress,” The boy says, grabbing at the hefty skirt before dropping it with vitriolic displeasure. Sebastian cannot say he feels the same, for the pretty pink outfit suits his master well, emphasising his feminine features and making him appear angelic. He seldom ever saw the boy in such attire. The saccharine disguise felt like a blessing, a light in this tenebrous world. “Seems you're well familiar with those kinds of men. This bloody thing is as uncomfortable as anything. I don't understand how women endure wearing these things.”

“It is a necessary evil to get the Earl's attention,” He says, raising and moving the corset cover and its delicate ruffles out to gain access to his master's corset, noticing the droopiness of the garment. It is not so easily held without a bosom to keep it snug. He undoes the bow and pulls the strings tighter after each grommet. “Now let me dress you back up. You need to be dressed with some decorum, or else the Earl will not be interested in you, and our case will be delayed further.”

“Damnable demon,” He hears the boy hiss out as Sebastian pulls tightly after pulling the string on the last grommet, tying a strong knot to keep it in place. Ciel’s small and weak lungs thought they were freeing themselves from their entrapment, only to be again confined. “You're paying too much attention to this. I'd almost think you were the one this dress was for.”

Once his master's corset is settled back appropriately, the boy looks sternly at him. “I will not have my master looking in such a state of undress. It's unbecoming.”

“It feels like you’re insisting on turning me into a doll,” Ciel grumbles as Sebastian pulls out a comb to straighten the hair extensions.

The demon has to restrain the urge to roll his eyes. “I'm not turning you into a doll.”

“You're a terrible liar,” Ciel says, his voice dripping with insinuation. His gloved fingers pressed against Sebastian's chest, his index trailing lower and lower down his chest to his belly to rest at the waistband of Sebastian’s trousers.

“I cannot lie, young master,” Sebastian says, his tongue oddly thick. Ciel presses close, his chest pressed up against Sebastian's torso. Ciel's finger dances dangerously close to his groin, which twitches as that digit drags its nail into his waistcoat.

Sebastian's fingers are still in the extensions, and his comb is dropping back into his jacket. It feels like his body is possessed by something, as he feels dissociated from the movement.

“Sureeeee,” the boys say with a look that ruffles Sebastian's feathers. Sebastian struggles to think about anything else. His body and core can only focus on the boy's closeness. Ciel's lingering aroma is potent and piquant. It picks apart the demon's resolve and calm exterior, dismantling Sebastian's veneer of control and revealing the hungry beast within.

The demon is hard, and his cock presses firmly against his slacks. The head pushes up, creating a tent in his pants, which nudges into Ciel's belly—exposing Sebastian's arousal to the teenager.

A low growl rumbles through his throat, a snarl curling up his lips as he grabs the boy's defiant and tortuous wrist. It's tiny in his grasp, and the thin, bony wrist is clenched in his fist as he pins the boy up against a wall.

Ciel has to clamber to stop himself from tripping over his own feet, gasping at the surprising hold and the unexpected tightness clamping down on him. Sebastian pins the boy between himself and the wall, his nose pressed against the boy's nape. He inhales deeply, taking ragged breaths as he drowns himself in that scent.

He presses his lips to that neck, feeling the heat radiate from the supple skin as he presses kiss after kiss. Trailing from the boy's lower neck, where his fishu is wrapped around him, up to the curve of his neck, fangs scraping the skin along his pulse point—so close to the jugular.

Sebastian longs to bite, to clamp down on that muscle, penetrate the flesh and leave puncture after puncture along his neck. To leave bruises all over that skin, marr it beyond recognition. Have the boy marked so severely that it would be undeniable what has occurred between the pair.

He knows it would ruin the case, but he's finding it harder to care. He could just invest in some concealer and have his young little master waltz around this mansion like the icon of innocence and purity whilst covered in love bites and bruises.

The idea becomes increasingly desirable, and he can't find it within himself to resist. His lips press against the underside of Ciel’s jaw, sucking the skin into his mouth, licking the skin and biting down against the flesh.

“Sebastian, st-stop,” Ciel groans, squirming as Sebastian’s fangs pierce through, trying to push himself off the wall, the brim of where the wood panelling meets the wallpaper above digging into the boy’s back. Sebastian feels the boy's cock pressing up against that pretty dress. A very definitive curve of hardness around the teen's groin. “You’ll leave a mark.”

Sebastian smugly grins against Ciel’s neck. “Too late for that.”

“Damn it, Sebastian…” Ciel hisses, his lids closing, eyelashes fluttering as the demon presses a hand to the boy's cock, rewarding him with a mewl for his efforts.

“I’ll leave you bruised and marked,” Sebastian whispers with a fangy smirk. “It's only fitting. Make the Earl think you are the pinnacle of innocence and purity, but there’s nothing innocent about you.”

“Jesus, Sebastian,” Ciel groans, rolling his head back as Sebastian curls his fingers into those faux slate blue locks. The pigtails feel subpar in quality compared to his master's natural locks, the difference so evident to his sensitive fingers. The wig is deeply embedded into Ciel's hair, some parts of the wig glued down to his scalp, and the long ringlets of hair twisted with his actual hair, making the tug the demon pulls on the artificial strands force Ciels head to move.

“He will be so disappointed he cant have you,” The demon whispers darkly. “That your purity has been stolen. Let you walk into his room covered in concealed marks, leave you dripping in cum. My cum.”

“Hghn Sebastian—” Ciel stops as the demon pushes his lips against his master, silencing him with a kiss. It is more sloppy than sophisticated. The demonic lustful urges compel Sebastian forward, making him willingly unrefined in his kiss.

Sebastian lets go of Ciel's gloved fingers, his hands trailing down the boy's shirt, corset, and bodice, feeling the shape and curve of the boy's feminine hips. He knows Ciel wouldn't appreciate the compliment, but he intensely exudes femininity to the point of appearing androgynous.

He grips Ciel’s hip, pulling him closer and hooking one arm underneath his dress. Breaking their kiss apart with a trail of saliva, he guides the boy to the drawing room couch. The boy's ruffled pink and white skirt contorts oddly from the crinoline cage.

The boy's lower region is exposed as Ciel is pressed against the sette. Scantly a piece of him is visible, but such a sight is so inappropriate on a woman. Incredibly scandalous and coquettish. Ciel's chemise was see-through, the fabric so thin that you could still see the dark outline of black cloth. The unmistakable bulge of a hard cock presses up obscenely against the fabric prison. A spot where the head rests is dark with dampness—soaked with the boy's excitement.

Sebastian unclips the boy's garters and unhooks the crinoline, the layered fabric of the skirt slumping down onto Ciel's body as the demon removes it entirely. Now, he can slide the layers of pink pastel and unmarked white up, drowning Ciel in the ruffles and ribbons of the frilly dress. The thin chemise now pushes up the clamps of the garters, which helps to weigh down the layers.

His gloved fingers trail up the socked leg, fingers toying with the boy's strap of his briefs, the undergarments the same style of those belonging to women, a piece he had deigned important to the disguise. He remembers the balking look of horror his young master gave him at the sight of it.

The demon fixates on Ciel’s throbbing cock, the member pulsing and begging for attention beneath the cotton. Sebastian grins as he leans down, blowing hot air over the damp stain.

Ciel wiggles and groans. Thin, svelte fingers clench the skirt in desperation. “‘Bastian…”

The demon lays a kiss along his master's exposed thigh, making an effort to deny attention to the boys leaking cock. Leaving it within his clothy prison. He is gentle and sensual here, knowing it's driving the boy up the wall and that he's not touching what they both know he desperately wants, but he is too arrogant and prideful to ask for.

Sebastian uses a fang to hook the cloth of his glove on and pulls the garment off his hand, exposing the mark of their covenant. The skin of his hand is marred and raised, the angry blaze of their contract against the smoothness of his hand. The black nails press against the soft and unblemished skin of his master's inner thigh.

He is loathe to remember when such silky milky skin was covered in an ugly array of cuts and bruises. Those cultists turning Ciel’s alabaster flesh into a canvas of brutality.

The demon is gentle even in his darkest moments, his carnality of desire chained by the ball and collar of the contract, not that Sebastian feels any genuine desire to harm or to maim and slaughter. He has moments of indulgence in bloodshed, but rage is not easily wrought on him.

Sebastian’s lips inch ever closer to the boy's prick, his throbbing member weeping, and he cannot find an excuse to deny Ciel any longer.

He nudges the thin crotch of the briefs and is finally out of the way, and the boy's member pops free. Its circumcised head is red, and the shaft is throbbing with a thick vein twisting up its length that Sebastian's nails press against. The cocklet is small in his large hand, but Sebastian enjoys the jolt that seizes Ciel's body when he grasps it within his hand.

“Fuck Sebastian—” Ciel groans as the demon's hand smudges the precum collecting at the crown over the tip, his thumbs sliding over the sensitive head.

“Tsk tsk, master why so terse?” Sebastian teases, enjoying the way Ciels succinctly mordant quips have abandoned him. The brainpower long vanished to his member, its small but thick shape sucking all the scurrilousness out of his tiny master, leaving him pliant and submissive.

Not one to let Ciel get the reins of the situation, Sebastian lowers his head, pressing his tongue to the base of the boy's shaft, then dragging his tongue along the underside until the little cocklet’s head pressed against his lips in a soft kiss.

Ciel's body quivers as he moans. Sebastian feels the intense pulse of the cock inside his mouth as he opens his mouth and sucks at the crown of the head. Ciel cries out loudly, uncaring of any passersby who could've heard such a wonton cry. He groans as his demonic servant sucks and licks at the cock in its mouth

“Fuck…” The boy moans, the voice short as he heaves each strained breath through the tightness of the corset.

“Enjoying yourself, Ciel,” Sebastian smirks, enjoying how the name falls from his lips. Proper etiquette states that he is never to speak his master's name aloud, and he follows the odd rules of this society to the letter. Still, the thrill of watching the boy glare and glower at him whilst wearing a pretty pink dress with his little cocklet being sucked on like candy is incomparable. Ciel cant even seem to find the energy or motivation to argue. Opting to give the demon a dirty look languorously.

“Fuck you, Sebastian,” Ciel curses churlishly. “Fuck me?” Sebastian jokes with a smug huff, letting go of the little cock. Teeth bared in mirth and an unconcealed threatening promise. “No, my lord, It is I who will be fucking you.”

Those miscoloured eyes widen as Sebastian pulls out a container that was used to stick the wig to Ciel's scalp, particularly in the areas of thin strands near his ears and the back of his head. The demon unzips his trousers and slips his stiff cock out from the sleeve of his briefs. The member is red and achingly hard.

Scooping clumps of petroleum jelly on his fingertips, he messages its thick and gloopy texture all over his cock. Looking down at his exposed and hard master, all hot and bothered and drowning his pink frills.

Sebastian thinks, ‘Oh, what a lovely dress to be debouched in’.

Ciel pales as the demon nears him, kneeling between his legs, pushing the boy's black briefs to the side, and sliding a knobby finger inside the clenching hole. His finger pushes the muscles apart and widens Ciel up, stretching him, but just shy of the amount he would need to be comfortable.

The boy deserved a little punishment for flirting with that baron tonight. He aims his cock up into Ciels puckered hole, his head pushing up against the walls of Ciel's arse.

Ciel groans as Sebastian pushes in, his length squeezing up inside of him. He grabs Ciel’s hips, fingers digging into the plump muscle of his cheeks as he jolts upwards, sheathing his whole length inside the boy's little body—the barest hint of a bump protruding from his belly.

Sebastian lifts Ciel's hips just a tad to get into a good position as he pulls away, his cock sliding out and pushing in again.

He fucks Ciel’s tight little pink hole as his cock pushes the black fabric to the side. With each thrust, each gyration of the demon's hips, Sebastian grips Ciel's hips close, slamming their hips together. Their hips collided with a slap of skin against skin, largely muffled by their clothes.

Sebastian watches as Ciel pants with each thrust, his body being pinned by the demon and the crushing confines of the corset. The boys cock flopping around with the motions of their union.

Ciel feels glorious to Sebastian. His scent is heavy in the room, like smoke in one of Lau’s opium dens, only more concentrated, more poisonous to the demon's resolve. Ciel is panting and gasping underneath the demon, and Sebastian feels the coil of desire and pleasure burn inside of him.

His master clenches around the demon's cock as Sebastian rolls his hips into the boys prostrate. Ciel cries and moans, his legs shaking and quivering with each deliberate and focused thrust inside.

“Enjoying yourself?” Sebastian breathes out, looking down at his master, slowly becoming undone with each jerk of his hips. His cock presses up against the boy's gland, sending shooting stars into the boy's nerves. The fingers of Ciel’s little hand clench as he gasps, mouth gaping, but no words escape.

Eyes glaze over in a lustful haze.

“Sebastian! Fuck Seb—” Ciel cries, groaning through a pained and pleasured whimper. The boy grabs the skirt, lifting it as he huffs and hides his burning deep blush - loss of control and resolve - embarrassing the teen with his own needs. Ciels cries sweetly, his back arcing as his cock rocks with the motions of Sebastian's hips, shooting hot wet ropes of white up and all over the pair. Droplets soak the underside of the skirt and chemise.

‘Typical,’ Sebastian thinks. ‘Of course, he’d rather not warn me and leave himself filthy, so I’ll have to clean it.’

Cum covers Sebastian's slacks and waistcoat, desecrating his clean image, but he doesn't care. Ciel's wobbly legs crisscross behind the demon's waist, pulling him ever closer to his hips, rocking through his orgasmic climax. Cries and wonton moans escape him as more cum beads at the tip of his cocklet.

Sebastian's still erect and still buried inside his little master. His cocklet is drained of what little cum the boy's balls contain. Sebastian feels his orgasm come, hot blinding pain shooting through his icy veins like lava is injected into his body as his core convulses with the intensity, and he has to clench his teeth and stare at his fucked little lord to focus on maintaining a physical form as his hips slam deep inside of Ciel at machine-like pace before cumming.

His body tenses as he feels his cock release a load deep inside of Ciel's hole. With each throb, his cock shoots ropes of thick, hot cum. His cock forms a little bulge in the boy's belly that seems to grow as sticky whiteness continues to coat the boy's insides. More than triple the boy's load shoots inside of Ciel before he feels finished, and he mourns the loss of that warm, wet tightness as he slides out of his master—a trail of whiteness oozing from Ciel’s puckered hole.

Predictably, the demon recovers from his climax faster than Ciel, but the boy still seems lost and buried in his orgasm.

He scoops a bunch of the boy's semen on the dress with a finger, watching it as the white sticky substance begins to drool and fall down his finger.

“You just enjoy making me work, don't you, young master?” Sebastian shakes his head, sucking on his cum soaked finger with a fangy grin.

#black butler #Kuroshitsuji #Sebaciel #Ciel Phantomhive #Sebastian Michaelis #BB Fanfic #Kuroshitsuji Fanfic #My Fics #my fanfiction

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jccatstudios · 4 months ago

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Hi, the recent doodle you made of Inej, Nina, and Jesper is so cute! My favorite part is the mismatched patterns on Jespers vest and pants as well as how they’re all happily stuffing their faces w food!

I don’t want to be mean but I hope it’s okay to express here that I was just a little disappointed seeing how Nina was depicted. Maybe it’s not coming across well cause of her arm positioning, but she seems pretty small ie; the straight down waist shape—at her smallest point she seems only slightly larger than Inej*—as well as the cloak giving the effect she’s larger in the hips. This comes off as the skinny waist/thick hip sillouette.

I’ve already deleted this ask twice, trying to convince myself it doesn’t matter (especially since it’s a doodle and not part of the actual comic) but it’s no secret the fandom has a habit of skinny washing Nina. I know you’ve read the books and look into every detail. I can see how much you care for this series and it’s characters with how much quality care you’ve taken to make it into the gorgeous comic it is.

As a plus size person, my only ask is to please not forget that Nina is a plus size character. Not mid size. She’s happily a plus size woman! And a lot of us plus sized people rely on her for inspiration. We see gif sets of her played by a skinny actress and see her drawn skinny all the time already.

*like i said her arm as well as Inej’s silhouette get in the way of us being able to see her completely and i was using my fingers to measure, so I apologize if you meant for her be larger. It still doesn’t really change that she comes across as thin while looking at it.

I’m sorry this is so long with so many run on sentences and I’m sorry for criticizing your gorgeous art. I still love it to pieces and am excited for new pages!

Thank you for saying this! I apologize for not portraying her accurately. It's always my intention to depict people in earnest, so I'm sorry I disappointed on that front. I'll be sure to be more conscientious the next time I draw her. And never apologize for offering constructive criticism. As someone aiming to be a professional artist, I'd rather be told how I can do my job better than never get any feedback. Sounds like a good time for more studies! I love getting to draw Nina in my sketchbook, so it'll be a lot of fun improving her character design (and making some new outfits for the fashion queen herself) :)

#asks

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frogonamelon · 3 months ago

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GUESS WHO FINALLY GOT PARAMOUNT!! WOO!!

After well over a year of being in this fandom, I was finally able to see the series finale!

Some minor spoilers for folks who don't have access to season two below

This might be an unpopular opinion but the fight scene at the end of Battle Nexus New York is probably my new favorite fight scene in the series (including the movie). It's the only time we ever get to see the entire clan/family fighting and its brilliant! Cassandra catching April's bat midair and wielding it herself, Splinter sliding in and knocking Draxum's feet out from under him to save his life, Mikey chucking a mode of transportation at the Shredder for the second time this season its great!

As for the inspiration for this, two particular standouts this season were Leo and Cassandra. They have interesting parallels in their arcs, both finding themselves in leadership positions and gaining new mentors. Casey getting a position she always chased before finding out it's not something she really wants vs Leo having a position he never wanted thrust upon him. Leo losing his new mentor figure vs Casey saving hers at the last minute.

I wish we had gotten more time to savor General Jones. It's the scariest she's ever been, and I love it! This woman almost kills Big Mama for daring to imprison her master within less than three minutes of being given the chance! I see 03 Shredder/ Karai in her.

Leo, meanwhile, is wielding what would be (in this hypothetical au) Karai's sword. A single katana as opposed to his previous superfluous odachi. I could see him picking it up right before he knows they have a retreat plan, knowing how dangerous it is to be completely unarmed in front of such a foe and wanting to protect his family (and wanting something to remember Gram Gram by).

Technical Notes:

I did Cassandra first and inverted it. Color picking from that is how I got Leo's.

There's a lot of opposites between them:

Cass is top and front lit whereas Leo is back and bottom lit.

Leo is standing tall and facing upward whereas Cass is leaning forward in an almost bow and facing downwards. Same with Shredder and Karai

Shredder has his back to his General whereas Karai almost presenting her g-grandson.

I changed the yellow prominent in the ring to purple since it's the color that Big Mama and The Shredder share.

In designing General Jones, I blended usual depictions of Casey Jones with depictions of The Shredder and Karai.

Cassandra's previous mask that covered her mouth is now replaced with one that covers her eyes. Take from that what you will.

I cannot draw the turtles without some sort of pants on. Sorry, I just can't

#This was my first time back lighting a character #ouch #rottmnt #rise of the tmnt #riseofthetmnt #tmnt #tmnt 2k18 #tmnt 2018 #rise leo #cassandra jones #rise karai #rise shredder

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junkgatorswritings · 13 days ago

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Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone

Okay guys this is kind of ridiculous, I started reading the Harry Potter books with one goal in mind: to prove that the reason it has so many plot holes is because JKR didn't actually plan anything about what happened in the marauder's era.

Not until book three at least and even that isn't really enough information. I have the Scholastic Inc. version of this book with a cover made by headcase design.

But let's start off with a bang!

Most of the information in this book is on Lily Evans and James Potter, which makes complete sense, I'm not going to throw a hissy fit about that.

Here's what we know about Lily:

She has a sister who rejected her named Petunia (ch. 1 pg. 2).

According to Hagrid she was very good at magic (ch. 4 pg. 51, ch. 5 pg. 79).

She turned teacups into rats at home meaning that she broke the underage magic rules (according to petunia ch. 4 pg. 53).

Her parents were very proud to have a witch in the family. (Petunia ch. 4 pg. 53).

She was Head girl (ch. 4 pg. 55)

Was killed on Halloween when Harry was just a year old (ch. 4 pg. 55)

Her eyes were green (ch. 5 pg. 82)

The wand she used was Willow 10 1/4 inches, swishy, and good for charm work (ch. 5 pg. 82). Now if we look at the harrypotter.com page we can find out a little bit more. "Willow is an uncommon wand wood with healing power, and I have noted that the ideal owner for a willow wand often has some (usually unwarranted) insecurity, however well they may try and hide it. While many confident customers insist on trying a willow wand (attracted by their handsome appearance and well-founded reputation for enabling advanced, non-verbal magic) my willow wands have consistently selected those of greatest potential, rather than those who feel they have little to learn. It has always been a proverb in my family that he who has furthest to travel will go fastest with willow" (Harrypotter.com).

She's a very pretty woman with dark red hair and eyes that aren't only the same color but the same shape as Harry's (ch. 12 pg. 208)

She tried to protect Harry and if she hadn't, there's a possibility that Voldemort wouldn't have killed her (ch. 17 pg. 294)

She loved Harry so much that it left its own mark, though not a visible one. (ch. 17 pg. 299)

James Potter:

He was a good for nothing husband who was very unDursleyish (Petunia ch. 1 pg. 2).

He was good at magic according to Hagrid (ch. 4 pg. 51).

He was head boy (ch. 4 pg. 55).

Was killed on Halloween when Harry was just a year old (ch. 4 pg.55).

The reason Voldemort didn't try and get him on his side was because he knew how close the Potter's were to Dumbledore, technically this is also mentioned about Lily but seeing as she was Muggle born I highly doubt that the offer to join the Death Eaters would ever be extended to her so I didn't put this in her section (ch. 4 pg. 55).

His wand was Mahogany, 11 inches, pliable, slightly more powerful than Lily's, and excellent for transfiguration (ch. 5 pg.82). Kay guys I'm not kidding when I say that mahogany isn't listed on Harrypotter.com and I even went to the fandom wiki but all it had was that James potter's wand was made of mahogany as well as a table in the leaky cauldron and the Nimbus 2000.

According to McGonagall he was an excellent quidditch player, however she doesn't say what position he played (ch. 9 pg. 152)

He left his invisibility cloak in the care of someone (who we know is Dumbledore ch. 12 pg. 202).

He was tall, thin, had untidy black hair that stuck up in the back, and he wore glasses (ch. 12 pg. 208).

Severus and James loathed each other (ch. 17 pg. 290).

Voldemort killed him first and he apparently put up a courageous fight (ch. 17pg. 294).

James mainly used the invisibility cloak to sneak into the kitchens and steal food (according to Dumbledore ch. 17 pg. 298).

He saved Snape's life (ch. 17 pg. 300).

Now I'm just barely going to mention that Lily and James were very rarely brought up without the other.

Sirius Black:

I'm honestly shocked that Sirius was even mentioned in the first book, I knew that it was his motorcycle that Hagrid had but I really thought that was going to be something mentioned in later books. however on chapter 1 page 14 Hagrid says "'Young Sirius Black lent it to me.'" From this we know that Sirius was there on the night Harry's parent's died.

Harry later has a dream about a flying motorcycle which I think can either be read as a reference to the night Hagrid flew him to the Dursley's OR as a subtle mention that Sirius was around a lot before Lilly and James died (ch. 2 pg. 19).

So kudos to JKR for having one other character than Harry's parents created.

General information about the marauder's era:

20 years from the beginning of this book Voldemort started looking for followers and found them. Some wanted power others were afraid (ch. 4 pg. 54).

No one ever lived after Voldemort decided to kill them (ch. 4 pg. 55).

Voldemort killed some of the best witches and wizards of the age: McKinnons, Bones, and Prewetts (ch. 4 pg. 56).

According to Hagrid there wasn't a single witch or wizard who went bad that wasn't in Slytherin (ch. 5 pg. 80).

Edited on November 19, 2024, to add chapter numbers.

#harry potter #sirius black #james potter #lily evans #books #books and reading #reading #currently reading #hagrid #albus dumbledore #marauders

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tkdrawz · 1 year ago

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Some of the TMNT fandom (and, frankly, society) really ain't shit.🤦🏾‍♀️🤦🏾‍♀️🤦🏾‍♀️🤦🏾‍♀️

[From left to right: Princess Fiona (Ogress Form) (Shrek) Eep (The Croods) Gloria (Madagascar) Dijonay Jones (The Proud Family) Luisa Madrigal (Encanto) April O'Neil (TMNT Mutant Mayhem)]

These ladies are female protagonists in their respective franchises. All of them have different body types that contrast from the default thin, petite body type that we're used to seeing. And all of them are BEAUTIFUL! 💖

Three of these ladies became love interests that ended up in healthy relationships with partners who love them for who they are. Also, four of them are women of color. (idk if Fiona counts. While she is green, she started off white so... 50/50? 🤷🏾‍♀️) That part is especially relevant to this post because Twitter got me EFFED UP. I'M ON ONE, ON TWO, ON THREE TODAY!

So the concept art of Mutant Mayhem's April O'Neil was revealed by James A. Castillo, an artist who worked on the movie.

And people are DRAGGING HIM LEFT AND RIGHT! Being disrespectful to both him and April's design. I can tell you right now not even a third of those quotes aren't positive! There is a vast difference between criticism and insults:

💛"I do not like this design. Besides the color yellow and her red/ginger hair, she simply doesn't read as April O'Neil." That's criticism. This expresses disproval of the design without any vulgarities.

💔"Rethink your entire career. "Artist" my ass! This shit is garbage! She looks like she sleeps in a van and smokes so much weed she reeks of it. You failed." That's disrespect. And I don't think I need to tell you why.

Normally, I tend not to discuss such sensitive topics on my blog (religion, politics, discrimination of ANY kind, etc.) for my sanity and out of respect for others with opposing views. But today, I will make an exception.

I would love to include Luisa, who alongside April was mocked and disrespected heavily for her appearance, but I wanted to speak on this matter from the perspective of a plus-sized African American woman. Luisa comes from an completely different background whose culture and standards I am not entirely familiar with. I can't speak on what I don't know. Respectfully.💜

In the black community, women are faced with colorism, texturism, constant comparison, and body image negativity on a daily basis. And a good amount of it comes from our own community! Our shade, our 4C hair, our weight, our attractiveness, our lifestyle! It's brutal out here!😭😭😭

However, in terms of media a plus-sized black girl is seen as ghetto, loud, and undesirable with a side of attitude. The best example I can think of is Dijonay from The Proud Family.

This is the show I grew up on! The theme song, the characters, the Suga Mama, ICONIC! I love Dijonay to pieces, but as I grew up I realize that she was, in some aspects, a negative portrayal. She was always chasing instead of being "the chase". She was a horrible friend to Penny. And she sucumbed to a lot of negative stereotypes with barely any redeeming qualities. And this was very disheartening considering that she was the darkest one in the group. And the heaviest. And as a little chubby wubby in the 2000s with THIS as my representation? I have to give the writers a bit of the side eye. Was she any better in The Proud Family: Louder and Prouder? To that I would say.... meh. I love her in the reboot, but they could do so much more with her in my opinion. I still haven't seen them address the issue of colorism. 👀

While she is not a human, Gloria is voiced by a black woman (Jada Pinkett Smith) and imitates the sass of a black woman so... yeah. She's included. Gloria was persued by two men. One was the suave, flexing hippo Motto Motto. And the other was her friend/neighbor from her childhood Melman. She chose the latter for good reason of course. Now in Madagascar, Gloria wasn't mocked or criticized for her weight. In fact, hippos are known for their weight. However, she was seemingly fetishized for it. By Motto Motto to be exact. And being fetishized is NOT better than being ridiculed.

Unlike Dijonay, April was the chase, a love interest for Leonardo. I admit, I was SHOCKED that she was gonna be persued. Let alone that the writers wanted to try another Turtle/April pairing considering how April and Donnie went...😬. Now her backlash was on a completely different level. One that I wasn't even prepared for....

While Gloria and Dijonay are original characters, Mutant Mayhem's April O'Neil is a different interpretation of the character that has existed since the 80's. The same can be said for the Turtles, Splinter, literally everybody else! Every show and movie for that matter! And with every story, she changes. Design, motivation, relationships/dynamics, even race as of lately. All of it changes. And change isn't bad. In my opinion, it keeps things fresh and interesting instead of spoon feeding us the same story and concepts over and over again. Change challenges us. Change motivates us. However, some people don't like change nor want to accept it and adjust. And that's life. That's just the way it is. But change is necessary in order to progress.

She wasn't bad in the movie AT ALL. I absolutely adored her! And the dynamic between her and Leo wasn't akward or uncomfortable at all. It was handled really well. Ayo Ediberi did an incredible job bringing her to life! (GOD, I loved her in The Bear! Shameless plug lol)

That being said, I understand some of the sensitivity that fans have when a character changes so drastically you can barely recongnize them anymore beyond the bare minimun. (See also Sonic Boom's Knuckles) But the blatant discrimination, rude comments, and the boldness, THE AUDACITY, that some of these nasty Twitter fingers with their dirty fingernails have to type such disrespect to the artist that I can't repeat up here was wild af. Like, I can't believe we have to share a planet with some of them! Uggh!😷(But that's Twitter 24/7 so what's new?) Her and Rise April don't deserve the hate they get. You don't have to like them. Art is subjective. But to insult and harrass the artists and the people who look like the characters, then mask it under the umbrella of "tHaTs mY oPiNiOn" is 🐱. I said what I said. And I will say that shit again.

Also, just because she's black doesn't mean we can't have another white April O'Neil ever again. We know goodness well they could make another iteration of TMNT and make her white if they wanted to. Heck, I encourage them to explore other races and cultures too! New York is full of them! And it's not like all the other versions of April up and vanished. You can watch them anytime on Hulu, Netflix, Paramount Plus, etc.

One more point I'd like to make is that I am an African American woman who is currently on a weight loss journey. As a plus-sized girl, I had incredibly low self-esteem and picked up toxic, unhealthy eating habits from starving myself to overeating BECAUSE I starved myself. Also, I have experienced both sides from being disrespected and made fun of to being complimented and persued. I was at my biggest weight 2 years ago and I have made incredible progress to lose weight since then. People can lose weight. It is achievable! I went to school with some people who were way bigger than me that lost the weight by senior year! Just because she's big in this movie doesn't mean she can't lose weight by the sequel. Like I've said before, it's not wrong to encourage health and fitness!💪🏾 In life, they call this a glow up. A "remember how you treated them in high school" type of comeback. People can, and are allowed to, change. And it's not wrong to embrace your body and the skin you're in. It's all relative!💖

This post isn't to convince you to change your mind. And it won't make the bullies go away. I can't change the world overnight, nor am I trying to. At the end of the day, you're the consumer. It's your choice. Your prefrence. I can't tell you how to think.

I just wanted to spread a bit of awareness that plus sized people exist. And they will always exist. Everyone is deserving of representation in media in all facets. No matter their shape, size, shade, or sexuality. There are so many people from different walks of life who deserve to be seen and on screen. And the amount of visibility for black girls this year alone is amazing! And I want the same for other women of color, too!

Don't let this trash ass society and the people in it who prefer AI/robots over human beings, fake over real, and bad over good tell you otherwise. YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL. YES I AM TALKING TO YOU. YOU ARE AMAZING! YOU DESERVE ALL THE GOOD THINGS IN LIFE AND MORE. YOUR STORY CAN CHANGE LIVES. BEING A GOOD, HARD WORKING PERSON DOES PAY OFF IN THE LONG RUN! YOU ABSOLUTELY MATTER IN THIS LIFE AND THE NEXT. WE SEE YOU. I SEE YOU. AND I ADORE YOU. RAISE YOUR SELF ESTEEM, ADJUST YOUR CROWN, WEAR IT PROUD, AND DO YOUR BEST!

Be good to one another. Take care.

💙 -TK

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On discrimination in the wizarding world

When coming up with the concept of blood purity JKR who, as a cis white woman from a 1st world country only has a second hand experience of oppression (if one doesn't count the constant yoke of the patriarchy, and she does), managed to create a hybrid term, collating different types of prejudices:

A mudblood is not visibly a mudblood like one is visibly a person of colour but a mudblood is inferior by deterministic reason just like one's race to a racist (you are born a mudblood for reasons beyond your control); one's blood status can be hidden, just like one can hide one's religion and, most importantly for our purposes, one is recognisable for their blood status by virtue of being an outsider, i.e. new to the wizarding world.

There's an obvious element of classism in the concept of blood purity: the established wizarding families are not only rich but generationally rich (save some notable examples) and they are part of the status quo by virtue of just how long they've been an integral part of the wizarding world.

To a pureblood, who is nobility-coded, a half-blood is a bourgeois trying to rise in status while a muggleborn is nothing but a dirty peasant. Historically, the nobility has always been greatly preoccupied with trying to retain its place at the very top of society and a key component of stopping the lower classes from rising in station is convincing them of their innate inferiority. You are part of your social class by virtue of your birth, the thought goes, and as such it is an immutable fact.

To purebloods like the Malfoys, the muggleborn represent a threat when they try to rise above their station, when they don't conform to the Order of Things. A muggleborn, coming from a modern society where social mobility is seen not only as normal but as desirable, does not hold the reverence for purebloods that they feel they're owed; they don't look at purebloods and feel inferior, like they ought to, they just see someone higher in the social hierarchy and a particularly ambitious muggleborn may even think, well, I can do that too.

I see someone like Bellatrix or Walburga as closer to a true racist: the very existence of muggleborns is an affront to them for they befoul the places they enter, they taint bloodlines, they are freaks of nature. To someone like Lucius Malfoy, who derives his self worth from his position at the top of the social hierarchy, muggleborns are just people; they are inferior people, yes, but as long as they know their place they are ultimately harmless.

One could argue that that is just different flavours of racism, and they would be absolutely correct if we were talking about the real world, where thoughts like these enforce well established systems of oppression. In the world jkr created, though, these systems do not exist, I'm not sure wether by design or ignorance (but I can hazard a guess). There is no wizard equivalent of the transatlantic slave trade, wizards don't follow a unified religion that can be easily perverted to justify systemic oppression, the magical world has always had prominent members who didn't follow this world-view and so on and so forth... (jkr herself doesn't seem to understand the concept of intersectionality, which plays a huge part in real-world oppression).

In the fandom we often refer to the ideology of blood purity as wizard racism and, while that is a very succint short-hand, I've always felt like it's not entirely accurate.

I've always felt iffy about treating blood purity as a type of racism because the truth is that real life racism is magnitudes worse. It's a many headed hydra endlessly changing and regenerating, it has a dark and sordid history, it's baked into our society, it's a stain on our collective consciousness. Better authors than jkr have produced more fitting analogies for it in their works whereas what she created, in my opinion, doesn't even come close to the real thing.

By borrowing from her own experience as a lower-middle class woman in a country with a monarchy and a very distinct class system, jkr has managed to create something that to me is closer to classism, except classism doesn't sound bad enough for the type of story she wanted to tell so, when she wanted to escalate the stakes in her story, she added on elements of anti-semitism (the events of book 7 are clearly based on Nazi Germany and WWII in general) and, less successfully, white supremacy.

I think this is partly why, as a fandom, we are able to so successfully rationalise the actions of the harry potter villains: when push comes to shove, their beliefs are but a pale imitation of what we see in the real world.

#hp #hp meta #anti jkr #the concept of 1st world and 3rd world countries is highly problematic itself but I didn't want to go on a tangent #also I'm not a sociologist #I'm just a nerd #harry potter meta #the Blorger Special

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simping-overload · 1 year ago

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Day 1 - ZhongChi

including: cock hungry childe, zhongli has 2 dicks, slight overstimulation, begging, using hydro as a lube, happy arranged marriage plot

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Childe was grateful for the Tartista for granting his sole wish. That was to be promised to the emperor of Liyue, Morax. Word had gotten out about the man looking for a mate to settle down with after all these years.

The Tartista was far too aware of the gingers feelings to the archon and vice versa. The longing looks between the two men were obvious. Due to the distance and Childes job as a harbinger, she began to send letters back and forth between Morax and herself.

They both agreed that he shall keep his harbinger position and will remain positioned in Liyue. They discussed how the wedding will be, when, where, and the clothing that shall be adorned by the two. It took a mere few months before everything was set and stone.

To say that Childe was ecstatic about the news was an understatment. He almost immediately ran off to his family, telling them all the good news.

His family, while confused by the fact he was going to marry one of the strongest and oldest archons, they still supported him nonetheless.

It was evident that Morax was quite happy himself, a smile adorned on his lips, in contrast to his usual stoned face. He rambled to Madam Ping about the wedding, it was assuming to see for the old woman, reminding her of Morax when he was in his youth.

By the time Chide and his family made it to Liyue, the preparations had been nearly complete. The habor and city have been laced with decorations. Long stripes of gold and white cloth line the street and buildings.

It amazed Childe and his family as they walked through the streets. Upon reaching the palace, which was a million times more decked out with decorations, he was ushered away by the palace staff. His family was taken to where they shall stay while he was pushed into the thrown room.

He embraced Zhongli as soon as he saw him, exchanging pleasantries and kisses. He sat with him for a while, long enough for him to fall asleep in his lovers' warm embrace.

Zhongli hid his face in Childes fluffy hair, engrossing himself in his lovers comfortablesmell and commiting it memory. He thinks about how the wedding will turn out and how his husband will look in the suit he picked out for him. He falls asleep to his thoughts and to Childes comforting presence.

A few days had passed, and Childe and his family settled in fast. It was now the day of the wedding, a day that everyone was very much looking forward to. The clothing they wore had their differences, as they represented both of their cultures' clothing. Zhongli wore a brown and golden robe, with silver accents lining the glaze lily imagery. Childe had on a simple silver suit, golden accents stitched into the seem.

The wedding went off perfectly and just as planned. After everything was nearly over, Childe was quick to drag his now husband off and back into their shared room.

He giggles as he brings Zhongli into the room with him, hands running through his long and silky hair. Zhongli entertains Childe with long and breathless kisses, allowing the ginger to strip him of his robe and clothing while he helps Childe with his.

It wasn't long before both of them were bare before one another. Hands roaming each others bodies, Childe traces colors and symbols that are etched into his arms, seemingly fascinated. While Zhongli traced and occasionally kissed the multitude of scars that are on his lovers skin.

Zhongli stops Childes, wondering hands before it reaches his slit. He looks up a concerned look on his face.

"Now Childe... this will be our first time together. There is one thing you must know before we continue. Do not feel shame if you think you're not ready or comfortable with this."

He slips his slender fingers into his slit, massaging it slightly to nudge his already rock hard dicks out. They were long and thick, most of the shaft was a brownish black color, fading into a light but subtle gold as it reaches the tip.

"I can handle them." The ginger grins, his gaze is locked onto his cocks. A mischievous look his eyes. Before the archon can ask Childe dives head first into Zhonglis crotch. He laps and licks the first one, using his other hand to jerk off the lower one.

Zhongli gasps, hips bucking into Childe in surprise, whimpers and moans slip from between his lips. This encourages the man to go further, taking Zhongli into his mouth as he slowly slides his head further down his dick.

The size of it makes his jaw strain, tears gather at the corner of his eyes as he takes in the rest of it. He thanks the stars that he doesn't have a gag reflex when the large tip hits the back of his throat.

He moves into a more comfortable position, before beginning to bob his head up and down on his cock. Zhongli moans and pants at the feeling, running a hand through the gingers hair as he works his magic.

Childe was still sloppily jerking off the other cock, hand almost fall as he gets lost in the taste of Zhongli. He lover wraps his larger and around his smaller one, helping him move it up and down his cock.

"You're such a good boy for me, Ajax." He praises, locking eyes with the man below him. His teary and lust filled eyes look up at him. He looked so beautiful... if he had the choice and time, he would let his lover suck him off for the rest of time.

Just that prideful look from his praise sends Zhongli over the edge, without any warning other the grip tightening in his hair. Long and warm bursts of cum shoot down his throat, he made sure to swallow every drop of him.

Zhongli guides Childes head off of his cock, moving the hand from his head to his plump lips. Childe grins up at him.

"I told you I can handle it."

Zhongli chuckles, guiding Childe to straddle his lap as he captures his lips. Zhonglis skillfull hands roam his upper chest, settling on Childes sensitive nipples. He began to twist one bud while rubbing the other.

Childe tries to steady himself at the feeling, hands resting on Zhonglis broad shoulders as he pants and moans into the kiss. He knew he was sensitive, but not this sensitive.

Zhongli broke away from the kiss, settling his lips onto Childes pecks, sucking and biting at the area. He moves onto his nipples. Taking the hard bud into his mouth, Zhongli swirls his forked tongue around it.

Childe digs his dull nails into his loves shoulders, moaning and whining at the feeling. His neglected cock twitches against his stomach, small bits of pre cum leaking out of the tip.

Zhongli releases the nipple, giving the swollen bud a quick kiss before looking up at Childe. His hand slid in between his ass, teasingly prodding at his hydro slicked hole.

"Now my dear... do you think you can handle me inside of you?"

Zhonglis other hand ghosts Childes hard cock, dragging his finger along the base of it. The harbinger gasps at the feeling, bucking into Zhonglis chest.

"Yes! I promise I can handle it. Please let me feel you inside of me, Zhongli." He begs, pressing himself into the fingers the prod his hole.

Zhongli smirks, slipping a finger into his hole. Despite how tight Childe was, the hydro slick made it easy enough to move. He'd quick to add another, scissoring him wide.

Childe moans loudly, leaning into Zhonglis' hand, trying to get Zhonglis fingers in deeper. Zhongli doesn't make an effort to stop this, relishing into the sounds he and his body make.

Even more so as he began to stroke Childes neglected cock, at a slow and tortures pace.

"Zhongli, please..." Childe whines.

"Please, what my dear? You'll have to use your words. I'm not a mind reader." Zhongli teases, his paces not faltering in either department.

"Can you... go a little faster? I wanna cum."

"As you wish, my dear." Zhongli says, the pace on Childes cock quickens. It shocked Childe at how fast the pace changed, but the feeling was certainly not unwelcome.

The feeling of Zhongli jerking him off and fingerings his hole is enough to send him over the edge in a mere matter of seconds.

"Fuck— I'm cumming!" Childe shouts, white strips of cum shooting out of his cock landing onto his stomach and covering Zhonglis hand.

Zhongli smiles, whispering praises against Childes cumed covered stomach. He adds a third finger as he begins to lick Childes stomach clean.

The smell and taste of his arsoul was just delicious, if his lovers body can handle it he'd make him cum a thousand times over to make sure that smell is hardwired to memory.

He inserts a fourth finger, spreading Childe wide, the hydro slick dripping down his hand and arm. After a few moments, he deemed Childe wide enough to take him. Moving Childe off of him and against his back, making sure he was comfortable against the pillows.

He spreads Childes legs wide, looking at the way his hole clenches around nothing. He alligens himself with Childes hole, slowly pushing himself in.

Childe grips at the pillows beneath him. Even with the prep, he still feels huge. Zhongli pauses, intertwining his hand with Childes before continuing.

He manages to bottom out, stopping again so Childe can adjust to the size. He traces the outline of dick in Childes' skin. Waiting for the go-ahead to continue. A quick squeeze from Childe is enough.

He pace starts off slow, watching as Childes hole engulfs his cock. Childe throws his head back against the pillows, arching his back as Zhongli hits his prostate perfectly.

"Fuck! Zhongli— right there.

Zhongli quickens the pace at this, pressing his forehead against Childes. He made sure to keep eye contact with him as he thrust into him. Looking at how fucked out he looks.

Childe wraps his legs around his waist and his arms around Zhongli neck, pulling him against him even more.

"Zhongli... put the other one in. I want to have all of you. Please." Childe begs, rutting back against his thrusts.

Zhongli pauses for a moment, ignoring how Childe whines. "Are you sure? Can you really handle having to of me?" Zhongli asks, face serious as he looks at Childe.

The ginger nods eagerly, "I can! I have more endurance than I look." He grins.

"If you ever feel like you cannot take no more than please say something." Zhongli says, pulling out ever so slightly to turn Childe on his side, hooking his long leg over his shoulder.

He pushes the first back in before lining up the second, "I need more of your hydro, my love."

Childes hole is quickly flooded with the decant amount, pressing his second cock in he notices how Childes face strains at the stretch. The look wasn't of pain but of pure bliss.

Childe felt amazing, his walls clenching around him while he pours all his slick over his cocks. Zhongli began to fuck the daylight out of him.

Hard and fast thrusts, accompanied by bites and kisses to his calf and thigh that's lays on Zhonglis shoulder.

"You feel so good, Ajax. You're so perfect for me." Zhongli praises.

Childe was sqiruming and moaning loudly, his prostate was basically being abused by Zhonglis two cocks. Childes own cock was already harden once more, and with a few more thrusts from his love he cups all over himself again.

Zhongli pays this no mine and keeps going, not stopping until he gets a relase of his own. He bites into Childes leg, drinking up the blood that dares to fall. A small geo symbol appears onto the skin, an official mark of who he belongs to.

Zhongli cums not long after, bottoming out in Childe. His cum is overflowing, his lovers used hole unable to hold it all. It pours out of his hole and onto his sheets when he pulls out.

Moving Childes leg back onto the bed he leans up to the man, giving him a kiss lips.

"You did so well, my dear."

"That was amazing... but I don't think I can walk Zhongli."

#kinktober #zhongchi #zhongli x childe #zhongli x tartaglia #morax #zhongli #zhongli smut #childe smut #morax smut #god x mortal #mlm #gay #tartaglia smut

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13thdoctorposts · 6 months ago

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Of course RTD's fauxgressive dicksuckers are now using the latest episode to shit on Chibnall and Thasmin. First of all it is lesbophobic to not consider a relationship real/canon without an onscreen kiss, second the fetishization just reeks from the way people are talking about the Doctor as a slut and only acknowledging physical acts, third ew the antiBlackness in portraying this Doctor specifically as hypersexed that is literally a racist trope against Black men and a homophobic trope to boot. Oh and this episode being a weird response to criticism of the Loki series is obvious and embarrassing and should not be celebrated its literally tokenism and using representation as a pawn. Finally, the misogyny is evident in how fandom was just waiting for a MLM ship again to throw away and shit on the WLW ships.

I think these are all very valid reasons to be upset. We knew when 15 kissed another man people were going to come for Thasmin. They claim it doesn't exist, but they can't miss a chance to talk about it.

I've noticed that misogyny has always been in this fandom. But, I think having a female Doctor and her female love interest were 2 things that many people couldn't compute. And honestly, didn't really want to. Let's be real, most fans in this community are male. They rarely have to translate characters who differ from them, unlike women. Since childhood, women have done this when consuming media. Women were expected to see the male doctor's message and translate it through their own lens. That way we could empathize with it. You had to know how because there weren't as many female hero types.

Most men in this fandom had to figure out how to connect to a woman Doctor. Then, connect to a WLW relationship. Neither of these involves a man. And I think they just couldn't do it; they'll claim bad writing, but I think a lot of it was just not understanding. WLW relationships differ from straight and MLM relationships. They just do. The men couldn't see themselves in the Doctor or the love interest. So, they can't understand how deep the love can be there without it being physical. Just like there can be relationships that are purely physical and not very deep. WLW are often emotionally deep more so than the physical. I also think they didn't want to see themselves in the companions. Graham and Dan are great guys, yet they claimed Chibs hated white men. They didn't want to see themselves as the sidekick, they only want to be the hero.

Obviously some women didn't like it for some reason too. I wonder how many like the Doctor being a man because they are attracted to men. They like watching a good-looking guy save the day. I've watched a few Youtube videos where they have said as much. They had learned to connect with the Doctor as someone they would want to be with, not someone they wanted to be. I wonder how many of them are conservative and so just didn't like woke messaging. I wonder how many got sucked into hating it due to the bad faith online takes. They'd rather not like it and be in the online in-crowd than be piled on for every positive post.

It's frustrating and unfair. But, the world is unfair. This fanbase is a mess of hypocrisy. So, you'll never find any satisfaction in it. But 13 has a strong fan base as seen here on Tumblr and irl when ever Jodie and Mandip are at cons... Jodies lines are truely insane, and I know first hand from being in them. There are a lot of here who love it and we just need to remember that when we see takes that are ultimately designed to upset us.

#thirteenth doctor #13th doctor #thirteen #13

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thesunfyre4446 · 8 months ago

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I tend to be more of a fandom spectator, since I am team neutral and I like to look at everything from an external perspective and analyze the motives of each team, but in recent times I have been observing a lot of hypocrisy from team black, who deny that we ,the neutrals, exist, yes, they can be that arrogant. But without a doubt what catches my attention the most is that they believe they are feminist activists when at the first opportunity they disregard Helaena's pain because unlike Rhaenyra she "only" lost one child (apparently it is a small matter). They call her a useless depressed woman who abandoned the rest of her children, and honestly I find it a disgusting way to address a woman who is going through something like that, they ask for respect for Rhaenyra in her pain (with which I agree) but they don't extend the same courtesy to Helaena, each person faces things in a way that Rhaenyra didn't let herself sink should not serve to belittle the pain that leads a person to commit suicide.

The girl literally saw how her son's head was cut off, her being depressed is not strange at all. They also think that they are the defenders of house Targaryen, calling Alicent's children mudbloods when their candidates for the throne are illegitimate boys that have no real right given the social context of the time and who would still reign with the surname Velaryon (because in the book they would not change the surname to Targaryen upon ascending, this is an invention by Condal that makes no sense, at that time there were no such levels of feminism, and also the importance of political alliances lies in this type of things, Corlys was also lying about the boys paternity just to put his name on the throne an his blood through Baela). They criticize the bond between Sunfyre and Aegon when they have Rhaenyra in the opposite position, we do not see a real connection with her dragon, she was the youngest rider but it was of no use and Syrax's death was not a big problem for her.

And I say that I am neutral because I am happy that Aegon III was king, but they say that they are so they can say oops the blacks won, but the truth is that they hate this boy and also his brother Viserys and they criticize them constantly, from what I have seen they use them only to serve their half-brothers and feel guilty for them. They try to impose the idea of the united family when that is far from true, the same Corlys they sell as grandfather of the year as soon as he was able to legitimize Addam and Alyn as Velaryons discarded Joffrey as heir and at that time Jacaerys was still alive, because they love to think that Corlys did this because since Joffrey would now inherit the throne he could not also rule driftmark, because of course if this child was actually his grandson and he saw him as such Corlys would renounce the power that this position brings to his house ( Apparently this man was stupid and I didn't know), I suppose it's normal to prefer the bastards you've had with a girl from Hull than the boy your son had with a princess. In the end what they wanted is for the Strong boys to reign over all the legitimate heirs that already existed, they have not achieved that.

And the thing about usurping and breaking the law too, because in my humble opinion, Rhaenyra was Visery's legitimate heir, but her first children should not be heirs, they immediately call you bastardphobic, obviously I don't care about anyone's origin, nor do I think that that makes you less worthy, but it is a fact that in the universe of Westeros it is illegal to pass bastards as legitimate children (which is not in itself an insult but an adjective to designate people born to people who are not married).

Then it can be stated that the claim of these boys was a usurpation of all the boys and girls of the family who were legitimate and bore the Targaryen surname, including all of Daemon's and Alicent's children. But this is not interesting to talk about. It is better to sell that it was essential that they exist because there were no more heirs available for either House Targaryen or House Velaryon when both things are not true, it is simply a question of power and the path to obtaining power is not always fair and that is seen on both teams.

thank you so much for this lovely ask! sorry for taking forever to answer.

i really don't know why team black hate people who say that are natural. i've said it before and i'll say it again - being natural is the best way to watch this show.

the double standards with helaena and rhaenyra is my villain origin story. i hate hate hate the way team black talks about helaena. and i'm sorry, the psychological torture helaena suffered in B&C, in additional to her son's death - is, thankfully, not something rhaenyra ever had to endure.

yeah i don't get TB using the fact that the targtowers are only half targs & at the same time saying that blood doesn't matter wrt the strongs.

and the aegon and sunfyre antis? please. sunfyre was able to sense aegon and return to him. they have one of the strongest dragonrider \ dragon bonds ever. and for those who say that aegon wanted to replace him??? he tried to hatch a dragon because rhaena had morning. he knew that if the blacks have a dragon and the greens don't then it's over and him & his entire family will be killed. so what was he supposed to do? let everything he and his family and loved ones (including sunfyre) suffered and died for be for nothing? of course not.

and rhaenyra and syrax? i mean we really don't know much about their bond. syrax didn't fight at all during the war, killed her riders son and died. syrax sucks lol (never beating the secret TG agent allegations).

the idea that the blacks are this big happy family is hilarious. corlys and rhaenys literally believe that daemon and rhaenyra killed their son. corlys supports rhaenyra to get his "blood" (name) on the throne. rhaenyra is loyal to herself and her children. corlys has his own interests. rhaenys is there for her granddaughters, and daemon's also doing his own thing. there's so much distrust and hate between the TB "family".

#hotd #house of the dragon #asks #anti team black stans #helaena targaryen #anti rhaenyra targaryen #aegon and sunfyre best bros

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danaty-consolation · 7 months ago

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Okay I am going to respond to this just once, so all the asks and comments about this topic will be ignored from now on.

Everyone is free to think, like and ship whatever they want, canon or fanon is there to make people happy, and everyone should respect each other opinions.

Now, I am going to be brutally honest here.

If we follow what you two say, that means Ryu is coded as bisexual, since she is attracted to women and men.

Ryu never had a positive male view in her life, Ataru, Mendou and her classmates? All perverts towards her. Her father? Had I even had to say how horrible he was in forcing his daughter to act and dress as a male just because his sick dream was having one?

Women are the only gender that see Ryu by who she is, a woman, not because of her body but also because of her as a person. They never tried to abuse her, they mostly showed her only kindness without any ulterior motives contrary to the men in her life.

So guess what? It makes sense for her to have her guard up with Nagisa after what he tried to do with her, even if he was pressured bc of a non-existent time limit it doesn't excuse his actions.

However later on, when they live together he is only respectful to her. No touching or hugging, the only time that that happens is because he is asleep, and he only has seen her changing or almost naked by accident.

But the thing here is that Nagisa is the one that tries to talk to her, and is only because Ryu is scared of him thanks to all the males in her life trying to use her in some way and Nagisa's past actions that make her wary of him. She thinks he is like other men and he deserves it because he acted like one of the men she knows.

Nevertheless, we see him actually being honest with her and respecting her wishes and feelings in the last scenes, ready to leave because he thought she hated him. Something that no men had done to her before.

The bar is in hell but at least Nagisa is trying and Ryu see's this.

He is already a better love interest that Konatsu and Tsubasa of Ukyo in Ranma 1/2.

Yes his introduction was late, but he at least received development with Ryu.

Canon or Fanon don't change a thing in fandoms, people love and support what they like.

And we should all respect each other opinions when they have valid arguments, being facts or preferences.

However, I did need to share my analysis because some people in the Urusei Yatsura fandom only saw the old anime and ova's without reading the manga so they may not know a lot of the context later on with Nagisa and Ryu. Heck, I didn't even expected for David pro to animate the one-night's battle chapters next week!

And if they still don't like it after reading my analysis, well good for them! It's totally understandable and I won't judge them or anything because we have different opinions!

The perfect character with flaws that follow the narrative most perfectly can have people who hate them! Some without reasons and some with valid reasons.

Maybe is because of the design? The personality? Something doesn't make people like them and that is okay!

People are free to block the users or tags, so they can still be happy and not ruin the fun of others.

I will keep loving Nagisa and shipping him with Ryu, because of the last analysis I made, some points I covered in this post, and because my opinion of them is really positive.

We are all grown-ups and if some are not, at least act as one for the fandom and to have a more healthy interaction and feed with everyone.

#Ryugisa #NagisaxRyu #uy all stars

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horizon-verizon · 7 months ago

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You’re a whole coon, of course Rhaenyra hates women, especially Black women, she tried to murder a 16 years-old Black girl, slut shamed her, called her racial slurs, and linked Nettles “ugliness/attractiveness” to her Blackness. Rhaenyra literally acted like a pathetic pick me in regard to Daemon and Nettles. If given the chance, Rhaenyra would have enslaved her. TB must truly despise Daenerys to compare her to Rhaenyra, they couldn’t be more different. (The way Rhaenyra is never mentioned in Dany’s chapters and GRRM has never discussed them in conjunction with the other, finally y’all can thanks HOTD for turning her into a progressive and flawless Mary Sue).

And really an insanely privileged white woman dying after putting a bounty on a lowborn Black’s girl head should be a good thing right ? We just gon have to celebrate Rhaenyra death with Nettles.

If you say so, anon, I guess I'm a straight up coon. 🤷🏿‍♀️

I suppose arguing how no one can be a feminist in a medieval world is coonish. I guess that pointing out how unconstructive it is to go "she wasn't a feminist so we shouldn't care about any possible effect her coming into power like the men before and after her have been able to will have an effect on other noble women's power to maybe implement some pro-women stuff in their own domains" to us analyzing why/how Rhaenyra is important to the history of Westeros and Daenerys is coonish.

I guess it's coonish of me to flout so many non-Nettles arguments of Rhaenyra's supposed bad leadership and amorality not once, but TWICE (that I remember), where it clearly just veers into straight up sexism: HERE and HERE....thus coming into why I even bother defending Rhaenyra (in some points).

It's not like I haven't already wrote several time in several posts how Rhaenyra's trying to get Nettles' head reveals much about the Targ-Andal paradigm she grows up in and tries to use to bolster herself through her going after Nettles to the end. It's not like I don't see how essentially different Daenerys and Rhaenyra are as people through the Nettles event as well as how they grow up and come into their positions of power and how/why they desire those roles:

It's not like I haven't already written about the Black Jezebel stereotype at least three times, including on Twitter and here. It's not like I have defended Nettles not just from "dettles" stans but also from people who call themselves Rhaenyra stans while bashing on Nettles and Mysaria, totally misunderstanding both characters and what even a supporting character is.

But sure, I'm a coon bc I don't want to ignore the journey of Rhaenyra's downfall and make distinct where she decided to destroy another woman vs her being the victim. Sure, I'm a whole coon.

And for the last fucking time, "compare" does not always or only mean "these two things are exactly alike and I will show you how"! "Comparison" analyses means that you will list out what traits or developments two things have, what inspirations, and see how they differ and how they don't. And through such a process, you will find out how many and how well/or not these two or more things are alike and how.

For Dany and Rhaenyra, I never said these girls/women were the same person. I said that both women, as women in male-designated positions of power, have to deal with people in world AND out of world must contend with misogynist feelings towards of their not deserving power or leadership on account of their gender, no matter what sort of characterization either had BECAUSE even with the main series not being like F&B, not being a history book, PEOPLE IN THE FANDOM STILL TEND TO MISREAD OR TWIST DANY'S ACTIONS AGAINST HER CHARACTER AND GRRM'S INTENT. Rhaenyra is meant to contextualize that very experience into a real event of catastrophe, she was set against ever since she was 10 bc she was female and another, older woman wanted power denied to her directly bc she was a woman. This is a fact, you nor I can change that. There is a difference between what we learn from the events to make the conclusions of who should rule ideally and what we should shoot for VERSUS thinking of the situation at hand for what it would have been like for the character.

F&B (having been written after the main series) continues even this "analysis" phenomenon; what do people choose to believe when it's a woman at the center of their stories?! No matter her real circumstances or their knowledge of things not present in their understanding of the world and of history?

I also mention, several times, how it is here, Rhaenyra's end, where the Targs lose their dragons because they have assimilated into the intenser patriarchal paradigm already mentioned to the point where they weakened their women's positions by denying them their autonomy and political powers...which plot sequence wise leads to the end of the dynasty as whole and Dany's exile. I'm must be a coon to not want Nettles, a 17 year old, to fuck a 50 year old, esp with her being his bio daughter. No, anon, I am too repulsed with direct vertical incest (parent-child, grandparent-grandchild, etc.).

Then there is how the Bloodstone Emperor and the Amethyst Empress and how the former usurped tha latter and plunged the entire world into mythological "darkness"--thus leading up to the importance of the Azor Ahai, aka Dany, directly seems to reflect how another brother--Aegon II--usurped his older sister--Rhaenrya--and thus the world loses a strong magical tool against darkness "dragons". An obvious link....

In fact, I tend to repeat how different they are as people! There's this whole thread talking abt the very thing I despise abt some critiques of Rhaenyra. I even say many times that Rhaenyra couldn't have the throne after the Nettles letter, that at that point, there needed a "refresh". Up until then, there was simply more reason for us to not think her a real terror except for maybe Addam and Alyn. But I have my misgivings there and it comes down to timing and grief.

No, Rosby and Stokeworth do not count and why? I already wrote why, but for someone who doesn't stan Rhaenyra or is not a fan of hers but actually stans just Daenerys--the previous ozymalek says:

I have myself said several times how I disliked how they rewrote show1Rhaenyra to make her a much less assertive version of herself, and I agree with others how they made her female-friendless. No matter how amoral or moral she was, similarly to Dany, people have written her sexistly in the show. I believe that this is CENTRAL to the point of F&B, how people refuse to see the point of it.

Finally, I really don't see how the hell show!Rhaenyra even is a Mary Sue or a NLOG, bc for the first, she displays no skill she excels over others at. A Mary Sue is:

Show!Rhaenyra, for some reason, seems "perfect" to some people. Esp with Luke saying so in epi 8. I never felt that way, I always thought she (older, not younger) was too meek and that is her great flaw---due to the sexist writing, but if kept at face value, that's the great flaw. Other definition: Who is inserting themselves into her character on the show? you got proof?

A NLOG (not like the other girls) is a Cersei like character who goes out of their way to destroy/diminish most women who are competitors for their power or destroy any semblance of socially-defined femininity and socially-coded feminine "weakness" so as to appeal to the male authority and get privileges. Problem is that EVERY SINGLE FEMALE MONARCH AND WOMAN IN SOME SORT OF AUTHORITY OVER MEN IN EVERY SINGLE PATRIARCHAL SOCIETY had to convince their male supporters that they were the one they should follow to some degree more than any male heir or candidate--during a time where they had to either fight for their "birthright" or they were planning coups (Catherine the Great), came into power through some accident, or whatnot--that their rule was in it for them. There is no pattern of woman-hating or self-hating to define Rhaenyra as a NLOG, where she consistently tries. NLOGs tend to hate women even in their own "race" or group for perceived acts of upheaval and destabilizing their positions of power. Alicent was and she uses misogyny to do so, so Alicent is not Rhaenyra's victim; other way around. Rhaenyra has all reason to despise Alicent, justified even. It's more than the positions, it's the whole targeting since 10 deal and trying to espouse Rhaenyra's inherent unworthiness for power.

So Rhaenyra deciding to do the Rosby/Stokeworth bit is her seeing how her greatest ally, a sexist man, has basically all her ships during wartime and insisting she does not give those girls their father's seats is Rhaenyra choosing wrongly, yes, but something I don't think that you or a small number of women would bow under considering the other shit she was going through. Yes, even black/PoC women. Again, this is not about Nettles but about women vs women (yes with them all being white or white-adjacent) bc I know that this will be the next thing some will say as a counterargument to what I'm saying here.

You are correct, however, in how similar Rhaenyra's behavior abt Nettles is pick-me-ish and NLOG concerning her intent to turn Daemon back to her and how this was her seeing Nettles as competition for "control" over Daemon, who was one of her principal military commands as well as her romantic partner...and like i said once before, this is a reflection on how this Andal-Targ patriarchal paradigm makes its own female "terrors" through misogyny. To ignore the process is to endanger its justified repetition. Yeah, Rhaenyra ends up becoming like Alicent in that way after the consistent losses, and I mean defaulting back to destroying another woman for a simulation of power. This doesn't mean that she was a feminist or that she didn't intend on using the Black Jezebel reasoning to get rid of "competition" to feel more in control. It does mean that her behavior reveals her enmeshment in the xenophobic, aristocratic, patriarchal Targ-Andal feudalist paradigm that she chooses to use to, again, construct more feelings of power at a time where she seemed to feel she was losing more and more--after the betrayals and the deaths of her sons in that moment. And yet if there is anything to be extracted from her narrative it is how that built-in classism (the companion and parent of racism) can become the thing these women default onto to retrieve/gain the agency & power denied to them. I believe this is also where you can draw a core similarity to Cersei, who is rather the starkest extreme example of that classism making up for her internalized misogyny through her Lannister Exceptionalism.

The discourse has to include how we, the readers, over-blame Rhaenyra for things she has either very little control over or what she had no control over and for trying to, again, assert herself (before Nettles). She's a reflection of her times and situation; doesn't mean she isn't still a victim. You don't need to like her. I never asked for people to do so. I don't care if you do or not, I've never needed that. Just don't lie or twist information or ignore clear patterns GRRM establishes that are also important, or try to erase the lines of harm done to her and undo the work GRRM is doing to point out this pattern of misogyny that contextualizes one very key aspect of Dany's journey: sexism doesn't care how good or classist you are, you are a woman so you will be subject to disenfranchisement, distortion of facts, and destruction...if you are not like Dany, who intuitively and "rationally" discovers lanes of power while reintegrating her being to the natural process and relationships between herself and her dragons for the ecological benefit of the entire world (the Others, again). Unlike Rhaenyra, Dany doesn't fall into the ideological "trap" or the noblewoman's save-grace of exploiting of lowborn people AND dragons but intelligently seeks other non-exploitative ways to use her dragons and those inspired by he bravery. This again, does not erase or override the sexism and specific elements of gender politics that tie these two together.

It's a paradox, not a contradiction.

#asoiaf asks to me #rhaenyra's characterization #rhaenyra targaryen #fandom nonsense #rosby and stokeworth #rhaenyra and feminism #hate asks #azor ahai

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roboticonography · 11 months ago

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it's getting really upsetting to see certain corners of the fandom demonize peggy. do you have any thoughts on the matter?

Oh, if only this were a new thing, anon!

I’ve been in the MCU fandom since before there was an MCU to speak of. Shitting on women characters and the actors who play them has been going on forever. People posted about how they hated Pepper Potts, saying she wasn’t a good partner to Tony because she didn’t constantly enable his erratic behaviour, or sacrifice her safety to accommodate his trauma. They posted about how Pepper should have died in Iron Man 2, for the good of Tony’s story, and when Iron Man 3 came out, they said the same thing. It was fucking exhausting.

People also posted about how they hated Natasha Romanoff, how they hated Jane Foster, how they hated Wanda Maximoff, how they hated Sharon Carter.

And yes, there were Peggy-haters then too. They called her a “karate-kicking fucktoy” and a “vengeful feminazi” and those are the most polite terms I can recall. They complained that she was too powerful, they complained that she was too feminine, they complained that she was pointless without Steve, they complained that she talked about Steve too much. And so on, and so forth, ad infinitum.

Now, to be clear, I am not talking about some of the very valid criticisms people had about the Agent Carter series - its writing, its casting, etc. I am also not talking about the very valid criticisms people have about the larger MCU related to representation, or lack thereof, across multiple fronts. I believe it’s possible to enjoy a piece of media and still have issues with some (or even many) aspects of it, and I enjoy reading posts that grapple with those issues. I’m not even talking about venting about a popular character you can’t stand: that has its place, though I’d argue that the place is probably not in the tag for that character. (I guarantee you, your “unpopular opinion” is never as unpopular as you think.)

I’m talking about misogyny. The same tired, rehashed, played out bullshit woman-hating that has existed in fandoms, so many fandoms, for at least the 25+ years that I’ve been active in them.

And that’s still what’s happening.

Many of the posts I’ve seen that fall under this category are expressing anger that one character or relationship or storyline or interpretation of canon is getting airtime, while another one, one they like better, is not. I’m not going to argue with anyone about that. You like what you like, and you're entitled to be annoyed if you don't get it. But if your argument is sound, you should be able to make your point effectively without calling the character the grossest euphemism for vagina you can find, or speculating on the exact sex acts an actor had to do to keep her character popular.

Other posts I’ve seen are just absolute buckwild conspiracy theory nonsense. The only thing I have to say about that is, yikes. Get well soon.

Tumblr, like other social media platforms, recognizes that they get more engagement if people are forced to play in the same sandbox, which is why it probably feels like you're seeing a disproportionate number of hate posts. And anyone who writes for money on the internet knows that hate clicks are often the juiciest clicks, and so they will write articles and listicles and polls with titles and subjects designed to get your blood up. It’s become increasingly difficult to avoid seeing other people’s ridiculous opinions. But that’s still the strategy that I find best helps me enjoy fandom.

So if “certain corners” of the fandom are not to your taste, anon, then my advice is this: block, blacklist, and just don’t engage. Don’t feed the trolls. Instead, put that energy into positive interactions. Make art. Comment on things you liked. Find your friends, and have conversations that inspire you and amuse you, instead of ones that make you angry and tired.

Thanks for the ask! Take care.

#robot feels ways about things

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utilitycaster · 1 year ago

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oh PLEASE elaborate on your thoughts about why people say Brenann's hogging the spotlight after you're back from work 👀

This is actually a very long answer, because morning me is someone with the bright sun shining behind her and a full cup or four of coffee who does not think of the consequences of her actions, so it's below a cut.

I think the first reason is something best described as cultural but in a very specific way. Like...the bulk of actual players we talk about are people who have, just by default, spent a lot of time in a handful of cities in the US where there's a significant entertainment industry presence, and for D20 they've specifically been comedians. I say this to set a particular scene: I almost never get it when people think the cast of an actual play show is angry at each other, or that people are being too pushy or that the humor is off. I suspect this might be cultural; I am from the urban Northeastern US and my mom grew up in Los Angeles and I have three siblings, and so a lot of what people clock as aggression or unkindness reads to me as simply banter or straightforwardness or decisiveness, all of which I see as very positive things. I mean obviously there is a such thing as inappropriate humor, bigotry and jokes at the expense of other groups and so forth, but most of what I see in actual play I watch/listen to is just, as NADDPod puts it, taking your friends to the raspberry patch. It's good-humored teasing. Anyway I think Brennan is very willing to engage with that banter and that decisiveness (and like, he spent a lot of formative time in New York City which I'm sure is an influence) and I think that reads to people who are uncomfortable with it as aggression.

Someone who took more linguistic anthropology or sociology than I could probably explain this better but it's just like...as a person I find the rapid-fire and heated but good natured heckling on D20, or Sam's satirical ad reads, or bold moves in any D&D game, or the arguments on NADDPod D&D court to be very normal and enjoyable, and I find hesitation and hedging and uncertainty and "are you sure?" and endless check-ins to be very negative and anxiety-inducing and draining.

With that said I don't think Brennan is particularly egregious (Evan Kelmp is the one case where I think this is a valid criticism, but even then I didn't find him an ungenerous player, merely one who by design was going to occupy a certain position) so I think that brings me to the really delicate part of this conversation.

I've mentioned this in the past but I think a lot of the actual play fandom on Tumblr suffers pretty severely from what's been labeled "the soft bigotry of low expectations." I've been vocal quite specifically when it comes to misogyny and how the agency of the women of the cast is treated as true only when convenient, because I feel that as a woman I'm able to actually speak on those terms, but I think it's true across the board. Essentially, this means that the bar is (often unconsciously) set lower, or people overly applaud, to a perhaps even condescending degree, people from minority or underrepresented groups. It is not, to be clear, having DEI programs or helping people be in something (in this case...popular actual play) in the first place and acknowledging structural inequalities that might make the path more difficult; it's instead assuming that once they get there they'll never be quite as good, or being surprised when they are. I think the most classic example is the overuse of the word "eloquent" to describe Black speakers, as it often comes with this connotation that being well-spoken is something the person providing the compliment didn't expect. You know, if you're an adult with no significant cognitive or physical disabilities and someone compliments you for tying your shoes, it's pretty fucking insulting. That's what we're talking about here.

The way this manifests in the fandom is that there's really no room to provide criticisms that are not motivated by bigotry. I'm a critic by nature, and there's a general veneer of obnoxious insistence on positivity across the board in this and many fandoms, but, as I've said many times before (and to be fair it's getting better) the pushback people receive for completely valid criticisms of Marisha is intense. I've mentioned that I've had issues with story pacing for Brennan, Matt, and Aabria as DMs at different points, and the backlash for Aabria was the strongest even though the criticism was by no means the harshest. There is a certain degree of nonstop fawning that at times occurs that doesn't actually permit engaging with characters or discussing the actual strengths of the actors, and which often wraps around into something insulting; see the "Emily, breaker of DMs" nonsense that's finally getting called out. Because it's not a compliment! Part of why Emily is such a good player is that she is immensely collaborative and makes characters who will help with party composition, and she self-identifies as a big fan of DMs, and treating her (or like, anyone) as a perfect force of nature rather than a thinking person who makes decisions, some of which are good and some of which are bad, is not praise! It's not praise to exclude someone from valid criticism; it's treating them as lesser, to do so.

For a number of reasons I am a person who is not generally stopped by this, but a lot of people understandably aren't, or are deterred even by that more general need for nothing but praise...except constant praise starts to become meaningless, and more importantly, people sometimes have negative feelings about a show! Maybe a character they liked died, or their predictions didn't come true, or their ship didn't happen, or they're just not very interested in a specific plot. But it's impossible to actually pick apart what isn't working for them, because there's this environment where, if you start asking questions, the answer might be "I don't like the choice a player who is a woman, or nonwhite, or queer, made, and how it weighs upon the story." And so, and this is where I am treading so lightly, I don't think the issue in the fandom or TTRPG is "oh the poor straight white men in D&D", because that's obviously fucking ridiculous, but I do think that if you block off any criticism of anyone else, it lands somewhere, and it's often not actually justified.

The example I actually have in mind more often is Sam Riegel. I've made some pretty harsh criticism of Sam and some of his characters in the past, but it has always been very much about his choices. But every single time I've gotten some weird (and uh...very uncomfortable, frankly) venting about Sam's sense of humor. I have never really focused on his sense of humor as the problem. I like it. I find it extremely relatable. At the risk of using the bigotry script again, Sam is, in fact, of the same ethnicity and region of the US as I am (ie, northeast US Ashkenazi Jewish) and when people act like his humor is discomfiting it's like a neon sign that to me reads "I HAVE NEVER MET SOMEONE FROM YOUR CULTURE," which on the one hand, not necessarily their fault, but on the other, does not feel great to have someone on anon venting to you while this sign is staring you in the face.

But that is a different point - my point is that I feel like there's this...seething magma of discontent sometimes, that has built up because there is an attitude that criticism is to be avoided at nearly all costs. And when it must be vented, there are only a small handful of acceptable targets (ie, the cis straight white men, although among the CR and D20 casts, Taliesin and Zac both get a decent amount of this despite Taliesin not being straight and Zac not being white), so the criticisms that come out are often excessive for the infraction (Brennan, a famously wordy guy playing a literal college of eloquence bard, turns into "Brennan is a spotlight hog" despite him being a player who is enthusiastically yes-anding everyone at the table), flat-out misdirected (my criticisms of Sam's mechanics are treated as an invitation to talk about a dislike of Sam's jokes) or just straight up bile (I am quite frankly never forgetting the somehow popular post that said Travis was too stupid to play a druid; it really was a breaking point where I said oh this positivity is all fake as hell, huh.) And eventually these criticisms become the "safe" and "accepted" ones in the fandom. Which is also bad because like, at this point, those three examples are to me just signals of someone saying "I'm not happy but it might not necessarily be at all related to this." And it is possible that someone might genuinely not enjoy Sam's sense of humor, or think Brennan is hogging the spotlight (though I disagree), but I struggle to believe them because these are just the well-worn codes, devoid of their actual meaning. I also think it's notable these all squarely blame people and not just like, "I don't vibe with this choice and no one is specifically at fault" but that's also a whole other post.

This is of course not to say that there isn't also actual bigotry within the fandom; looking at that person who freaked out about Utkarsh wearing a sweatshirt and not having an encyclopedic knowledge of the divine soul sorcerer class, or the person who called Deni$e unpleasant and abusive in the main tag, rather than simply saying their characters were not for them. Nor does it mean that you can't have criticisms of Brennan, or any of the many white guys in Actual Play, because my point is that thoughtful criticism based on what's onscreen is what I live for, and no one is exempt. But I think most if not all people saying this about Brennan are mad about something else in the Ravening War.

#answered #Anonymous #long post #cr tag

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