#how do you explain nit telling him before??

[niinnyu]

Major implied Witch Hat Atelier spoilers! Don't spoil it for yourself!

A coward.

[begginmonty]

working with mike

(this doesn't follow the plot directly and mike works like more than just 3 shifts, also this is legit 2k words long i got so so so carried away im just so in love with mike, apologies!! its also not been proofread sorry <3)

before mike is hired alongside you, steve raglan had given you the job a week or so ago after you had lost your last job over a silly customer dispute (the customer is never right) and steve was your last hope at job, and bingo he had one. here you are 2 weeks later, waiting by your car outside the rundown pizzeria, waiting to train the new guy whose supposed to help you

a car pulls up and out comes a very pretty, but very tired/drained, looking guy, you introduce yourself with a small smile and he doesn’t return it, and is like “im mike”, you give him the benefit of the doubt that he hasn't smiled at you, new jobs are stressful.

the first shift goes fine, you tell him the basics and show him the training video tape, which alongside your commentary of making fun of some of it and nit-picking little things finally gets an amused smile from him. you can see him ease up a little. he doesn’t talk as much as you do but he seems to enjoy your ramblings. 

you show him the showtime performance after he looks confused about ‘animatronics’ . watching his reaction of the animatronics rendition of talking in your sleep by the romantics is a little amusing to you but you were the same way when vanessa had shown you originally.

“its something isn’t it?” he doesn't reply, he just stood looking in disbelief. 

when morning rolls around, you show him how to lock up and then give him his own key that steve had given you. 

“wasn’t so bad was it?” 

“it was..different” 

the second shift alongside mike is different but a good different. he’s running a little late and walks in on your blasting an 80s hot pop hits tape over the old speakers, vacuuming the main dining area. a smile, that melts his heart a little, lights up your face as you see him walk in.

“im sorry i’m late the babysi-”

“hey, dont stress it. you still made it!” 

he is not used to someone being so nice and friendly to him??  its foreign but he finally cracks you a small smile, watching you as you turn on the vacuum and continue listening to the music. (i need to hug him i stg)

he hasn't met anyone as nice as you in a long long time, it’s refreshing for him

and not in a creepy way !!!!!!!!!!! but he watches the cameras and watches as you just listen to the music as if the world isn’t there and continue to clean the area. 

“need a hand?” 

mike speaks up as you take a break leaning against a table, facing the main stage, the curtains open (as your next task is going to clean around the animatronics, it’s getting too dusty), music turned down quietly. he comes and leans against the table with you. you start small talk, saying something about the animatronics and you guys talk a little.

“so, you said something about a babysitter, do you have, like, a kid or something? sorry if im being too nosy, please tell me to shut up or something” mike cannot get over how nice you are

and then mike explains his living situation, and then the two of you get into a discussion about how families can suck and be shitty ect

and mike really likes how you don't pry or ask him lots of questions like others have done in the past, this man is really liking you and he’s only know you for two days

“this guy…must’ve been on something to make this place” and mike laughs a little !!! for the first time you got him to laugh !!

“yeah it’s something isn’t it..” both of you are sat against a table just staring at the animatronics in front of you

the two of you make small talk as you wipe down the dust covered tables but you can see how tired he is, he’s yawning a little bit.

“hey, you know, you can like sleep on the job by the way?” he looks up at you from the table, “sometimes i take a good couple hours nap in the office, no ones breaking into this place anytime soon”

he tries to protest and mentions towards the cleaning products and you brush him off, “go, you need it”

mike feels a strange warmth in his heart the hasn't felt, maybe ever? and he naps for a few hours whilst you continue to clean around. cleaning isn't in your job description but honestly you’re worried about the level of dust entering your lungs y'know

a loud thud and chair scraping noise comes from the office and you run to it and see mike on the floor, he looks confused and you help him to sit up. you ask if he’s okay but he seems out of it, “mike, whats wrong?”

sitting on the floor together, mike explains everything to you and opens up to you about a little brother he had, and tells you about his dream issues and sleep issues and you can see he’s upset and shaken by this dream. He shows you the sleeping pills and he explains the dream theory he’s been reading about.

“this is the part where somebody usually calls me crazy” 

“you aren’t crazy, mike” mike notices how kind you eyes are and how warm your voice is, “i’ve seen crazy. you are far from it” you joke a little and he has the faintest smile tug at his lips. 

finally home time woo !! as you lock up the gate, you watch as mike goes to his car, “mike wait!”

he turns around almost instantly at your voice as you run up to him, you pull something out from your hoodie a fazbear security badge and hand it to him, “you’re officially security now” he takes it from you and thanks you with that small smile. 

3rd shift passes (you could’ve sworn foxy was standing in a different spot and bonnie’s hand placement looked completely different) and vanessa comes for her weekly visit and meets mike. when you aren’t with them, vanessa brings up the fact that you’re one of the kindest and nicest people she’s ever met and mike agrees. 

next shift goes by and another and you guys have a long conversation about everything and you tell him more about yourself. hes never really been romantically involved with anyone but somebodysss got a crush (its him and well, you do too). and then you let him sleep and decide to tackle the old kitchen. (you could’ve sworn you heard someone walk down the hallway but you double check and no ones there)

mike dreams again and you swear you hear a groan and you walk to the office to see him, out of breath, breathing, clutching his arm and theres blood coming from it and he looks up at you trembling. “oh my god mike, what happened?”

you sit opposite him, patch him up and make him a hot drink, and he's explaining everything to you and you can tell he’s really getting bothered by these dreams. (you also think hes hurt himself from falling off the chair somehow..unbeknownst to you)

he’s tearing up a little and you just hold his hand in yours, and he's looking at your kind eyes and he doesn’t know how to react to being touched, he stops talking (mike is incredibly touch starved oh my god) and, carefully, you lean forward and hug him very gently.

he’s stiff at first but you can feel him relax into the hug and he wraps his non-injured arm around you and grips onto your back, “its okay mike. you’re okay” you can tell he really needs this hug and you can tell no one has really hugged him in a long time.

when the shift ends and you say goodbye for the day, your car just refuses to start. you cannot start it at all. you get out the car and look at it in a huff, but lucky for you mike hasnt driven a way yet

he gets out his car and you explain to him about your car, and he offers if you want a lift home or at least back to his house (his house is much closer than yours) and you can call someone about the car and you agree.

the drive is nice, you notice he has a great taste in music

meeting abby!! mike excuses himself for a shower whilst you're ringing the mechanics for your car, and he accidentally falls asleep on his bed after. when he wakes up (a good hour or so later, which you really don't mind) he walks into the living room to see you and abby sat on the floor colouring together with a cartoon on the tv, and you guys are really getting along and she’s wearing your security guard vest and badge. (her friends told her to trust you)

“uh abby, why dont you get ready for school?” mike speaks up, causing you both to look in his direction. 

you can't fight the fact that he looks hot with joggers and shirt on, looking sleepy as hell aHHH

“okay” abby smiles and gives you back your stuff and runs off to her room to get ready for school. 

he walks over to you and sits down on the couch, “im sorry for falling asleep-”

you sit next to him and place your hand on his arm and smile, “its fine, mike, really. your sister is lovely”

mike looks up from your hand and looks at your face. he looks sleepy and gorgeous and you look gorgeous to him and your eyes are so kind and theres a moment. some sort of magnetic force kinda pulls your faces closer together.

“im gonna be late!” says abby running into the room.

mike drops abby to school and you stay in his house, waiting for the mechanic to eventually call you back like he says he will. you feel a little awkward sitting on his couch watching tv but you have nothing better to do.

he comes back he offers you a shower and some of his clothes as he feels bad for you having to sit in work clothes. 

the way his heart feels when he see’s you walk out to the bathroom and back to the couch next to him wearing one of his sweatshirts and a pair of his joggers as well hMMMMMMMMMMmmmmmmmm (too early for love?)

he smells good

you must both drop off to sleep, as a few hours later mike opens his eyes for a minute to the TV showing some drama show, and then he notices a heavy feeling on his chest. there you are, passed out, in his clothes, head on his chest peacefully asleep. 

this is something he’s never felt before !1!!1 

he blushes (thank god you’re asleep) and brushes a hair out of your face, staring down at your sleeping face (uh oh someones in love) before grabbing the worn blanket from behind him and throwing it over your exposed legs.

you stirr a little, your arm wrapping around his lower half and he's so flustered and sleepy and aHHHH

he wraps his arm around your shoulders gently and passes out again (PART 2??)

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OPLA “Ruined” Sanji And There’s No Fixing It

Look, Ik the title says a lot BUT this needs to be said, because I’m tired of acting like this isn’t a problem that’s been on my mind since the first season dropped

Omfg another essay about Sanji? YES SHUT UP!!

Now before some of y’all come at me, I love Sanji, okay? I love my handsome goofy ah Jiji just as much as any other fan girl of this slutty waist idiot.

But in the One Piece Live Action there’s two things they happen that make me think that they don’t really care or know how to write Sanji as well as Oda and some fan fic girlies.

Now I know two isn’t a lot to say that he’s been “ruined” but like…hear me out.

Sanji & Nami

As much Sanji may flirt with various different women throughout the series, it’s obvious that he has his main girl, that being our lovely navigator Nami.

First tiny nit pick, in the anime Sanji first noticed her because of her laugh. In the live action it was a sarcastic joke. Something like that just doesn’t sit right with me, I don’t know why.

My MAIN problem is…they don’t talk. In the anime Nami and Sanji has a few one on one conversations along with responding to each other and talking to each other, spending a fair amount of time together to at least get a general idea of each other’s personalities, especially Sanji himself.

But in the live action…THEY TALK ONCE! ONCE!! WHEN THEY FIRST MEET AND WHEN NAMI IS RUNNING TO ZORO AND USOPP OUTSIDE ARLONG PARK AND SANJI HAS HIS ARMS OUT CALLING “NAMI! 😃” LIKE A CHUMP!

SHE DOESNT KNOW HIM!

Nami abandoned the only friends she was able to make to keep them safe (Luffy, Usopp & Zoro) and upon them coming to help her and Luffy take down the reason for her trauma, some guy she’s talked to literally once is the most excited to see her? No shit she ran straight past Sanji to hug Zoro and Usopp SHE DOESNT KNOW SANJ!

Yes they’ve been in the same room as each other, like Nami standing off to the side while Luffy and Sanji are talking, or Nami and Zoro talking with Sanji standing off to the side, but not directly. They couldn’t add in them talking at least once? Nami had more chemistry with Luffy, Usopp, and especially Zoro than she did with Sanji.

I really hope they have more one on one moments next season, cause so far it’s making Sanji REALLY creepy.

And now…

The worst offender

Sanji & Zeff

Done terribly.

You wanna know WHY I say this?

Compare anime Sanji leaving Zeff vs Live Action Sanji leaving Zeff.

Anime Sanji got on his hands and knees, face down ass up, bowed to Zeff and thanked him for taking care of him and putting up with him. And in Asian culture, how low you bow shows how much you truly respect that person. A very cute, heartfelt scene in my opinion.

Live Action Sanji? Got into an argument with Zeff and stormed off and joined Luffy…

Bro…

BRO!!

FOR REAL?!

They went out of their way to have a cute little moment where Sanji and Luffy bonded in the fact that “my father figure loose a limb to save my life” but couldn’t give Sanji and Zeff a proper goodbye.

Why does this matter?

Because you expect me to believe the same man who stormed off over an argument to be a pirate is the same guy who will “eventually” abandon the Straw Hats to go be with his abusive birth family and marry a women he’s never met?

Live Action Sanji could never.

He’d think that Zeff can handle himself or Germa/Big Mom Pirates won’t find them (I’m not definitely saying this I’m just saying something along those lines)

I just don’t see Live Action Sanji making that type of sacrifice.

Personally I don’t think the Live Action will even make it to WholeCake, I can explain on a different post why I think the Live Action will only make it to maybe Enies Lobby, but this post isn’t about that.

Look, I know that there are parts in the LA where Sanji does SAY he’s grateful for what Zeff has done for him, but I’m a big far of the “Show Don’t Tell” method.

Do I think there IS a way to fix this? At the moment, I’m not sure. It’s super easy for them to fix Nami and Sanjis relationship because they’re main characters and crew mates, but Sanji and Zeffs relationship is gone and dusted and won’t even BE relevant till technically Zou, where Sanji makes the choice to leave the Straw Hats to keep them AND Zeff and the others at the Baratie safe.

From behind the scenes footage for Season 2 they did show that they’ll be adding the Anime filler cooking contest that Sanji enters, MAYBE he could have flashbacks? The prize is an Elephant Tuna, a fish Sanji is seen cooking with in the first season, it’s the dish Zeff makes him throw out that Luffy ends up eating. Maybe Sanji could have a flashback to when Zeff is teaching him how to prepare it cause it’s one of those fish that needs special prep, and Sanji smiles to himself and mutters a “thank you Zeff” under his breath or something.

Just something small to show that he’s grateful, it’s all I ask.

Conclusion

I don’t know.

Personally, if I had to rank all the LA Straw Hats in a tier list based on how they are compared to their Anime selves, Sanji would be at the bottom of the tier.

But personally, none of them are really that high for me. (Maybe it’s because I just love the Anime so much and the Live Action no matter how hard they try will be perfect)

That’s all I have to say.

If you agree or disagree, tell the comments, I won’t argue back, I just wanna state how I feel. OR you can tell me that I’m an idiot and they can fix it or that I misread the scenes.

I know during Sanjis introduction period they had a lot going on with the Navy subplot, Mihawks introduction, Namis betrayal, Zoros fight against Mihawk, and a lot of other things.

All I ask for is one minute of screen time where Sanji gives a proper goodbye and thank you to Zeff, the absolute goat.

See ya, love y’all.

[buggyboba]

✦ October 24th | sex pollen

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↳ ○ | AN| Hi, hello, we are going to pretend that this isn't three days late. I was FIGHTING for my life with this one, I'm not going to lie. We got there though, I'm not 100% happy with this, but that might be me being real nit picky. The Master is a real ass in this one, it feels a little non-con, since a few things happen, I'll throw it in the TW too, but it's not really, just kinda vibes briefly. I'm only going to do one more, (well two because treat won for trick or treat, so I will be doing a Dhawan!Master x Reader one and a Kate Stewart x Reader one for Halloween, to finish it out. Once again I will keep the rest of the ones I didn't do for Kinktober and maybe release them slowly. This was a big big challenge for me, the whole kinktober thing, and that's on me for thinking a week or so before October that I could certainly do 31 fanfictions, even if they were supposed to be short little smutty drabbles. I have quickly learned, I can't just write short little things...I won't apologize for that though, because that's the roleplayer in me...I was absolutely one of those long-ass novel writing role players. I LIKE WORDS IDK WHAT TO TELL YOU LET ME HAVE MY PROSE AND STUFF! Anyway I once again tried to keep it rather gender-neutral, but it's implied female anatomy, but if you squint maybe not? I tried, I SWEAR I will do Master x male reader sometime. SMUT MDNI

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↳ ○  how was he supposed to know the flowers on this planet were in bloom this time of year. How was he supposed to know how they would effect your human body? (Spoilers he knew.) 

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↳ ○ Simm!Master x Reader

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↳ ○ mentions of hypnosis, sex pollen, so consensual, but at what cost? sort of vibes. unprotected p in v sex, semi-clothed sex, the master is a right asshole, cumshot. petnames.

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↳ ○ 3100

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↳ ○ x

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You were suspicious when he brought you to this planet; he called it Hevides, said it was a nice little flora planet, perfect this time of year. You shoved your hands in your jacket pockets, looking around as he exited the tardis, which aptly was pretending to be a tree. That wasn’t going to cause problems later, you were sure. He explained that there were a few rare plants on Hevides that he wanted to get his hands on; he wouldn’t tell you what for, but you assumed it was for a nefarious plan; it always was. You followed after him; it was a beautiful planet, you would give it that, but you also had a deep, nagging fear that a man-eating plant or something was going to get you, and that would be a terrible fate, just this giant piranha plant from Wish looking thing eating you. You were careful where you stepped; thick vines were littering the forest floor, which definitely didn’t help your imagined scenario of being eaten by a plant while there. 

“Are you sure it’s safe?” you finally asked, but his annoyed scoff told you it was the wrong question to ask. 

“Ye’ of such little faith,” he muttered as he walked past you.

“I mean, do I have to remind you of the fish people?” You started.

“Fish peop—you mean the sea devils? Come now, pet, that’s xenophobic.” He teased you. You stammered and tried to back petal, to which he chuckled and kept walking. “They weren’t fish; they were more like turtles if anything,” he shook his head.

“No, I didn’t mean it in a—I didn’t know they were called that." You stammered out, “And wait, wait, you don’t get to call me that; you are the most—” He cut you off and shook his head.

“Just because I think everyone is beneath me? Because they are, and you silly little apes are no exception, little backward things you are,” he tilted his head watching you. “Now don’t pout, pet; I picked you, didn’t I? As my companion,” he smirked his tone, teasing on the word companion. He disliked the word, but it was the best word to describe you and your relationship. 

"Yeah, moving on; we don’t have time for all that right now; you told me the sea devils were safe, and then they tried to kill us.” You pointed out.

“Miscommunication, and perhaps some old hard feelings.” He waved it off and clapped, making a victorious sound as he spotted what he was looking for. It was a large purple and orange flower; it looked similar to a sunflower if you had to compare it to something; the middle was covered in thick red pollen. He motioned you over, and you shifted, walking a bit closer. You hadn’t noticed how careful he had been stepping around it. When you got close enough, he flicked the back of the flower, making the pollen fly into the air around you. You coughed and sputtered, trying to cover your mouth so more of the bitter pollen didn’t get into your mouth. You looked at him with a look of disbelief as you doubled over coughing harder. 

“Don’t fight it; just breathe normally," he instructed as he observed you. “I just want to see how it affects you,” he said almost nonchalantly. 

“An experiment, right now, with a mystery plant!” You used the sleeve of your jacket trying to breathe. You felt funny, but not in a funny way; more like your body was slowly getting hotter, your blood was on fire, and your skin felt uncomfortable, like your clothing touching it was too much. The feeling was overwhelming quickly. Then the heat pooled, and you felt an ache between your legs. You blinked, trying to determine the feeling and will it away. Your head was hazy. You took a step back, your pupils dilating more; he moved forward, catching you before you almost fell in your attempted retreat. 

His fingers pressed against the side of your neck, on your pulse point, feeling your heart racing, pulsing against his fingers, he hummed. Your hand wrapped around his forearm; you tried to look angry, but your body was on fire, and his cold touch felt good; it would feel better lower. You blinked at your own thought; you felt your mouth water, and he pulled you up carefully. “Talk me through what you are feeling,” he smirked. “I mean, I can see some physical signs, some delightful tells, but I want to know how it feels for you.” He said like he was a scientist, and this was all a very ethical experiment. 

You almost didn’t want to tell him; you felt squirmy. Was that a word you could use? Was that a scientific description? “I’m on fire,” you breathed out. His hand grabbed your throat, letting his thumb brush your jawline before he moved your head side to side to look you over with that cocky grin. You let out a softer sound, “I don’t know, I mean, it’s overwhelming really; I am shaky, and there is this..." You paused, not knowing if you wanted him to know about the ache, but he looked at you with an expectant look. “I just...feel horny,” you muttered out the last word, looking away from him, but he tsked and pushed your jaw with his thumb so you would look back at him. “I just, I need..." You sighed.

“Need what? Go on, tell me... I am all ears.” He grinned at you again; you could tell he had a sort of satisfaction about this reaction. You wanted to stay mad, you really did, but your mind was so hazy now that you couldn’t think about anything but getting rid of this ache. It was nothing like you had ever felt before, and you were worried, scared almost. What was this pollen doing to you? 

“I just want the ache to go away. I just want—” you muttered out, locking eyes with him. His honey-colored eyes took you in. He studied your face, how flushed you looked, and how desperate you sounded. He looked down at you as your hips arched subconsciously against his, and a snider grin took his lips. 

“Such a needy, desperate thing.” He teased, “And why should I help you?” He asked like this wasn’t completely his fault. 

You blinked and looked at him almost in disbelief, “Because you brought me here! Because you made the pollen come off the flower?” You said shortly, his free hand left his pocket and moved to grab right above your hip. “You knew this would happen!” You accused, to which he gave you those puppy dog eyes.

“I didn’t know this exact thing would happen; I mean, I could have hypothesized about the effects on your silly human body, but I wasn’t completely sure, well, until now.” He nodded. “It won’t kill you, so stop worrying so much; just feel a bit.” He grinned, “You are adorable like this...all needy.” He mused a bit; he found this whole thing amusing, and you let out an annoyed strangled sound; you were getting so worked up, and he was just standing there being amused; you could strangle him. 

“Why isn’t it affecting you?” You sighed, trying to focus. You had a lot of willpower, so maybe you could work through this, maybe. 

“Respiratory bypass... held my breath when I flicked it.” He shrugged like it should have been common knowledge to you by now. "Plus, I’m sure it wouldn’t have affected me anyway.” He let your throat go and stepped back. “Come along. There really was something else I needed to get here.” He said and started to walk. You didn’t move; however, he paused when he didn’t hear you following him. He turned to you and raised an eyebrow. “Well?” You stayed still; you didn’t know if you could trust your legs to carry you properly. He rolled his eyes. “Are you playing disobedient now? Should I make you follow me, pet?” He asked, and you knew he was implying he was just hypnotizing you; maybe that would override what you were feeling. 

“No, you don’t have to do that,” you muttered. You took a deep breath and forced your legs to move; even though they shook a bit, your whole body did. You didn’t like this feeling, this sheer feeling of need; the heat was almost unbearable. You wrapped your arms around yourself as you slowly followed him, glaring at the back of his stupid head as he leisurely strolled through the forest looking for what he was really after. You walked for what felt like ever; the effects were getting worse, your body shook more, and you had to stop and lean against a tree to hold yourself up. "Master,” you breathed out. He paused, taking note of your breathy call. He turned around and looked at you, taking in your appearance; it seemed the pollen was in full bloom in you now. He tilted his head, noticing how you were leaning, how you subconsciously clenched your thighs together, and how one hand gripped onto the stomach area of your jacket. You looked weak now, shaky. He inwardly sighed like you were a nuisance before he turned on his heel and walked towards you. 

“You humans are so fragile,” he muttered and moved to pin you against the tree; his hands ran through your hair, forcing you to look at him again. The touch made you breathe out, “You aren’t going to be any good to me if you can’t keep up.” He mock pouted at you, “I suppose I, once again, have to take care of you.” He gave an exaggerated sigh, moving to let his hand trail down your stomach, stopping at the button of your pants. He looked at you for a moment, taking note of how your eyes were hazy, how you had the look of pure need, and how he could smell how aroused you were just by the air around you. That pollen made short work of you, and it amused him more than it should have. It melted your reservations, so much so that you were shifting a bit, trying to get him to undo your pants; it was like your mind couldn’t think of anything but getting off. “Oh and out here in the open, the great outdoors, how scandalous of you, bunny.” He mocked a bit. You felt your cheeks heat up more. He was right; you would have never done anything like this in public, not that this was public; this was in the middle of an alien forest; you hadn’t seen signs of civilization or anything of that sort, though that didn’t mean there wasn’t. 

You choked out a whine; you didn’t want to wait anymore, yet here he was being his normal mocking, snarky self, taking his time because he wanted to annoy you; that’s what it had to be. He finally pulled the button free, and with a delicate movement, he unzipped your pants, letting them fall past your knees and pool around your feet, but he didn’t touch you yet; he let his hand slip under your jacket, pushing it and your shirt up as he stepped closer, his mouth pressing against your neck, his hands groped at your chest, kneading the flesh there, listening to the lovely needy sounds that were spilling from your parted lips. He pressed against you more, keeping you snuggly pressed against the tree, the bark scraping your back, but the pain from it didn’t translate; it almost felt good. Your hand gripped and your nails scraped at the bark; your other hand grabbed his arm, gripping the fabric of his black jacket. Each kiss and nip caused you to whine and groan out; it felt so good; everything felt so enhanced; someone could be making a killing using this as one of those ‘enhancer’ pills, a funny thought that was quickly pushed from your head as his hips rolled against yours, grinding against you. He let a soft growl escape his throat as he sucked a dark mark into your skin before his hands slid down and grabbed your legs, easing them up to sit against his hips. You wrapped your legs around him, your body so hot, your blood felt like it was boiling, you whined out, you felt so damn needy, you didn’t like it, your senses were on overdrive. 

"Oh, what fun little sounds you make,” he muttered against your throat and pressed an open-mouth kiss against it before letting his teeth graze again. All these little touches and nips were driving you mad.

“Master! Please!” You choked out, pressing against him more, well, as much as you could in this position. As you pathetically rutted against him, he arched his hips up some, and you could feel his arousal, the bulge in his pants growing. He moved one hand down to undo his belt, and you gave a soft, needy sound. 

“Down pet,” he smirked, kissing your neck again as he pulled his belt some and then undid his pants. “So needy, I bet you are dying to get fucked.” He growled in your ear. The growl sent a rippling shiver down your spine; you had never needed something more than in this moment. “I’ll admit, this was a very insightful experiment.” He said pulling himself free from his boxers, slowly stroking his cock, teasing against you with the tip, “like a dam broke.” He teased you; you hated that, but you couldn’t help it; the pollen thrummed through you still. You were about to say something, anything to get him to just help you, but he pressed the tip into your dripping entrance. Which caused a breathy sound to escape. He slowly sank in, pulling you against him, One hand moved to cup against your ass, and the other was held against the tree by the side of your head as he started a deliciously slow rhythm. It was clear he was milking this to see you so desperate that you would do anything. It made perfect sense to you; with who he was, you knew he was going to make you beg, even though this was all his fault. Acting like it was an inconvenience, and he was so benevolent to help you, to fuck you. 

Your hips rolled against him, trying to get him to stop being so teasingly; his mouth found your neck again, sucking against your pulse point; he could feel how hard your heart was pounding, and you panted out. A deep thrust pulled a long groan from your throat, which made him smirk against your neck. You clenched against him, a diabolically delightful feeling for both of you, which made him grunt against you, biting your neck. He got the message and moved, pressing you harder against the tree, picking up his pace to something rougher, something faster; he wasn’t being playfully teasing anymore. 

“I don’t think you really mean it; maybe I should stop and let you think about it some.” He pulled his hips back, but you tightened your grip around his waist; there was no way in hell you were going to let him stop. 

Your nails scratched into the treebark behind you, the hand against his arm tightened more, your breath ragged as you groaned and moaned out, the feeling intense, the pleasure making you dizzy thanks to your already hazy mind from the pollen, you felt your muscles tighten and a pooling in your stomach, from your tensing and how your core pulsated around him, he knew you were close. He slowed suddenly, causing you to make a pathetic sound. “You can cum when I say you can,” he nipped below your ear. You couldn’t even think; your mind was swirling. How could he be so cruel and control this right now when your body needed this? “Oh, you want it so badly; listen to you, whining,” he smirked and made a mock whine in your ear. “You know what to ask for.” He breathed out and rolled his hips slowly, pulling almost all the way out, before slowly pushing back in.

You weren’t even sure you could form proper words right now, and he wanted you to feed into his control; he wanted you to beg for him to finish you. There was another low whined sound that he pulled from your throat. You thought about not playing his game, but he would stop, and you certainly didn’t want that. “Please, please let me cum, please, I need to,” you begged out, in the best tone you could manage, even arching and writhing against him, making sure to lock eyes with him. He studied you and shook his head with that cocky grin.

“Master please!” You slid your hand up from his arm to the back of his neck, keeping him close. “I’m sorry! Please! Please, I need you. I’m sorry, please! Please let me cum.” You breathed out in an almost panicked breath; this seemed to please him because he returned to the rhythm that he had been at before. “Please!” You doubled down. The stream of begging words and praises fell from your lips as you clung to him. You choked out a loud screamed Master, as you felt your body snap, the pleasure rushing your blood. The feeling of need was there but not as strong as it had been. He hissed out as your walls clenched against him and flexed milking against his cock. There was a moment he considered marking you as his in the most primal way, but he reluctantly pulled from your divine heat, rutting against you, holding the base of his cock as he groaned out, painting your stomach with strands of hot cum; it splattered against your bare stomach and the bottom of your jacket. There would be time for anger about that later. After a few long silent moments, he let you down to lean against the tree he had just fucked you against as he fixed his pants and redid his belt, making a face as he looked over your appearance. “Messy,” he said, like he once again didn’t cause the problem. 

You took deep breaths trying to come down, you slowly fixed yourself, and your gaze flinted up to him. You could feel the prickle of the pollen still, but it certainly wasn’t as bad as it had been. “Do you think you can focus and keep up now? Tell you what, darling, we finish this up, and maybe if you are good and keep up, we can have some more fun when we get back to the tardis; dunno how long the pollen is going to control your silly little human mind, but I would love to study the effects more closely.” He smirked, and you nodded weakly, looking down at the mess he had made of you. It was going to be a long adventure, that was for sure. 

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Being Kamomedai’s Manager

Korai Hoshiumi’s Crush

Korai Hoshiumi featuring Kamomedai x GN! reader

Warnings: teasing (YN stands up for themselves)

AN: Happy 28th Birthday to my timeskip husband 😍

Honestly this boy 🙄

He’s so cocky and so self conscious at the same time

Like I totally feel like he’d tease someone that he liked

For instance, you are a second year like Korai

You are friends with Hirugami and Hakuba but for some reason, Korai just kind of ignores you

And when he’s not ignoring you, he’s usually nit-picking or saying some backhanded comment

For instance, if you have a crumb of food on your face after a meal, he will LOUDLY announce it to the entire cafeteria

You, of course, naturally try to ignore him

But Korai Hoshiumi is not a man to be ignored!

“YN why won’t you talk to me? Is it because I’m short?” Korai will probe

You 👉🏻😐 no-

“Then I honestly have no idea why you aren’t talking to me!” He cries

You 👉🏻👁️👄👁️

“You really have no idea why YN wouldn’t talk to you?” Hirugami asks, honestly stunned by how dumb the winged spiker really is

Korai 👉🏻🤔 no clue 🤷🏼‍♂️

“Korai you literally make my life miserable,” you say

Korai 👉🏻😱

You just roll your eyes and walk away because Yn does not have time for annoying boys

Korai just doesn’t understand tho but thankfully Hirugami is there to explain

“You can’t just bully people you like Korai, that’s rude and immature,” He says

“Ok well then what do you suggest I do?”

“Oh idk tell Yn you like them?” Hakuba chimes in

Korai 👉🏻😳 I can’t do that!

Literally hopeless istg-

Korai does take the hint a little and tries to be nicer

But that’s just suspicious 🤨

So you continue to just ignore him because obviously nothing good will come of this

Hirugami and Hakuba watch your struggles from the sideline, not fully understanding how Korai could legit keep messing this up

As you continue to ignore our seagull bby, he becomes depressed

And a depressed seagull is not a good seagull

“Nationals is coming up you guys we need to get him out of this funk!” The captain says

Hirugami and Hakuba look at each other and then at a depressed, bokuto knock off Korai face planted on the floor

Hirugami and Hakuba 👉🏻 we got this

They find you and start to explain what’s been going on

“YN why do you think Korai was teasing you in the first place?” Hirugami asks

You 👉🏻🤨 because he’s a jerk?

Hirugami 👉🏻🙄

“No Yn! Remember when you were little, what did boys do when they liked someone?”

“Oh they teased them! Wait- WHAT?!!?” You freak out, “KORAI LIKES ME!”

Of course you scream this in a totally full hallway of high schoolers

Hakuba and Hirugami 👉🏻🤦🏻‍♂️🤦🏻‍♂️

“Why wouldn’t he just tell me then? I thought he hated me!” You cry

“Korai’s got a literal volleyball for a brain Yn come on!” Hakuba responds

You 👉🏻 point taken 😐

“Actually I kind of have a crush on him too,” you confess

That’s when an awesome idea fills Hirugami and Hakuba’s mind

At nationals, Korai is still our depressed little seagull, moping around

“Hey korai!” You shout, running up to him

He turns to you and freezes

Because you are wearing his extra jersey

That Hakuba totally stole from his locker but that’s not the point

Korai 👉🏻👁️👄👁️ YN-

“I like you Korai and I just wanted to come cheer you on! And to tell you that if you ever tease me again I’ll make sure you shrink instead of grow,” you smile

Korai 👉🏻 *completely ignoring threat* you like me? 👁️👄👁️

You just smile and roll you eyes before kissing his cheek

“I’ll see you later!” You say, running through the crowd to get to your seat

Korai is too stunned to speak

Hirugami and Hakuba watched the entire thing

Suddenly Korai shouts, “ALL RIGHT!” while doing a fist air punch

“Yeah I don’t think we’ll have to worry about nationals,” Hirugami says

[feruslands]

My sketch fanfic "Vader/Ferus"

For @la-sopa and @reconstructwriter who inspired me to continue? and for everyone who loves "Vader/Ferus" (Anakin/Ferus)

"Daddy Feri", part 6

On the evening of the same day, Darth Vader came to Leia and told her that she would soon begin to learn how to use the Dark Side of the Force. The little girl looked up at him. He felt that she was afraid of him, but she suppressed her fear. Her childish face was distorted with contempt. Leia shouted to the Sith that she wouldn't do anything because she only obeys her daddy.

“Really, girl?” Vader asked with malice in his voice, "So, I'll call your precious one here.”

Vader broadcast his voice over the transmitter to the medical unit where Olin was located.

“Come here, bitch.”  Vader ordered. Using the control panel on his personal datapad, he stopped all the medical droids that served the Jedi, “Leia is waiting for you.”

Vader noticed that little Leia trembled at these words and it gave him satisfaction. Ferus was getting up from the surgical table at that moment, but he couldn't move fast. Vader soon got tired of waiting for him. He left Leia alone and went to the Jedi himself.

“Move, you nit!” Vader snapped. The Sith grabbed the Jedi by the collar of his shirt and quickly dragged him towards the room where he locked Leia.

“She needs to understand that she has to study, and you can explain it clearly to her,” Vader said. Ferus realized that Vader was going to torture him in front of Leia until she agreed. Blackmail is a common method for creatures like Vader.

“Do you want her to become like you?” Ferus asks in horror, thinking about Leia's future. He imagined how his kind child would constantly observe how evil was being done, and in the end she would become the being who does such things.

“She will never be as great as me. I am the most powerful Force-user in the Galaxy,” Vader objected to him. Olin did not dispute his words. He had his own ideas about what "Greatness" was. The Jedi once again thought that the Sith was a psychopath after all.

"She's only slightly better than the most ordinary Force-user,” Vader continued, "Her mother wasn't force-sensitive.”

Ferus concluded that the Sith had simply raped someone ten years ago when he was secretly running errands for Palpatine.

Before unlocking the door to the room, Vader stopped and pulled the Jedi close to him. It seemed to the Sith that his contempt and hatred for Ferus Olin had reached its peak. He was full of uncontrollable anger. And he was ready to force Leia to accept his terms at any cost.

“Listen to me, scum”, The Sith said, his face so close to the Jedi that they were almost touching, "If you dare to open your fucking mouth even once without my permission, you'll never see her again. Do you understand?"

"Yes," Ferus replied. He felt that in his extreme inadequacy, the adept of the Dark Side could do terrible, ruthless things. What is killing a child for a monster who has obvious problems with his head?

"Great," Vader said, slapping the Jedi on the cheek.

The Sith unlocked the door and pushed the Jedi inside. Ferus fell to his knees from that push.

Leia tried to rush to Dad, but ran into a barrier holding her back. An invisible noose grabbed her by the neck, preventing her from moving forward. Her kind daddy had a bruised face. He stared at her intently and for some reason was silent.

“So, girl, there is one problem,” said the monster in black armor, “This man is not your father, and never was. He's nobody to you.”

There was silence in the room, broken only by the work of Vader's respiratory system.

“Tell her about it,” Vader ordered.

It was a disgusting moment. It was something Ferus had never been prepared for. However, he was well aware that sooner or later it would have happened anyway. And now he had a chance to smooth out this disgusting truth so that such knowledge would not harm his child. The Jedi wondered how he could beat Vader by his own rules.

“It's true,” he replied calmly, sending the girl a wave of his support.

“Tell her who her father really is!” Vader ordered. The Sith clenched his fist to forcefully squeeze the hated Jedi's throat.

And then Ferus realized what he had to do. Although Leia was very emotional, she was smart. And he had no doubt that she would be able to understand everything correctly, even at the age of nine.

The Sith tightened the stranglehold on the Jedi's throat even more. Ferus looked closely into Leia's eyes, he captured her full attention.

"Leia, none of this matters. You are my daughter, and I love you," the Jedi conveyed this meaning only with his gaze, and also conveyed his confidence and calmness to her through the Force.

"This man is your father, Leia. Not me,” Ferus said aloud.

Vader triumphantly released the stranglehold on his throat, and the prisoner collapsed to the floor, wheezing and coughing.

The little girl looked at Vader with bewilderment and surprise.

“So, girl, now you know that this filthy bastard is nobody to you. He himself admitted that it was true. And he's only playing "good daddy" because I ordered him to do it. But he can't decide anything. I am your father. And all decisions will be made only by me. And if you ever dare to be rude to me again, do you know what I'll do to that son of a bitch?!” Vader said.

Leia trembled. She looked at Ferus lying on the floor at the Cybermonster's feet. At that moment, something exploded in her head and she became stunned. She was so scared for the man lying on the floor that for a moment she stopped perceiving objective reality. This reality was too disgusting and scary.

Vader was watching her. He saw that Leia had fallen into some kind of trance. He touched the Force to find out what was going on. Leia became invisible in the Force, as if she had ceased to exist.

She stopped seeing - everything was covered with a thick white fog. She stopped feeling alive. And then that mist quickly disappeared, and she found herself in someone's arms. It was Ferus, whom Vader had no control over at that moment, who crawled to the child on his elbows and hugged her.

And Leia realized that all the bad things were gone. She returned to reality, her dad was next to her, who silently gave her his hugs. Nothing else mattered.

Vader noticed that after that, the girl began to feel the Force again. But something has changed in her. She wrapped her slender arms tightly around the Jedi's shoulders and looked up at Vader. The Sith stood speechless. He was waiting for her decision, which he was already sure of.

“I agree. I will be studying,” keeping calm, the little girl said.

"I would do anything not to lose him," Vader read the subtext of her words.

“That's fine,” the Sith replied. He left without looking back.

Everything turned out very easily. He won. But again, it wasn't the way he wanted it to be. He felt not victory, but defeat.

He easily got Leia's consent to study. He didn't even have to torture Olin to get him to tell Leia the truth so that she would believe it. But for all his success, he felt a deep chagrin and bitterness that burned inside him.

Vader stared intently at Ferus and Leia's connection in the Force. He hated this connection, but at the same time he continued to look at it greedily. And now something made him think about unexpected things.

Was there anyone who was just as afraid of losing Anakin Skywalker?

Definitely not. Nobody cared about him! Everyone was just using it. And even now, he felt like only a tame predator on the Emperor's leash.

Could anyone have loved him so much just like that? Nobody. Never. Only his mother, but he lost her the day he left her for to study with the Jedi.

The Order was only nurturing his talents to use later. Why didn't anyone just want to love him, and not expect something super important and impossible from him? Just to love, as much as Olin loved his daughter. Just as Leia loved him back instead of her own father.

Even Kenobi had never loved him so much! Didn't Skywalker really deserve this?

For the first time, he looked at Leia not through Vader's eyes, but through Anakin's. And it became very unpleasant for him. Leia was doing well without her real father. She had another dad and she loved him very much. She didn't need a real father at all. As if everyone was really better off without Anakin Skywalker.

Skywalker was a weakling. He couldn't even really win the love of his loved ones. That's why, when he disappeared, he was so quickly forgotten by everyone.

But Darth Vader was much stronger and more calculating than Skywalker. And unlike the arrogant young fool that Skywalker was in his youth, he was able to draw conclusions.

It's that simple, which means he won't see Leia and Ferus anymore when it's just the two of them. He will only see them separately. And if necessary, he would easily deprive them of the opportunity to communicate with each other.

[the-greasers-angel]

How the gag would react if there partner had an ed: 

Darry:

When you first told darry about it he honestly was a little shocked at first but non the less he was very supportive in anyway he could be.

He knew that you hated eating in front of others so when the boys were over an he made food he would always save some for the two of you later 

Later once the boys were gone (or asleep) him and you would go outside with the food from before and you two would get on the bed of his truck and started to talk 

He always looked up at the sky or whatever was around while he started to lead a conversation while you would take small bites of the food 

Once the two of you were done he would put the bowls aside and gently pull you into his arms to hold you “ you did such a good job sweetie, i'm so proud of you for eating” he would say as well as giving you small kisses on your head

Sodapop: 

When you told sodapop about your ed he honestly didn't know how to react at first so with him not being able to use his words he gently pulled you into a hug “ alright sugar just tell me how i can help you” 

If you worked at the DX with him and steve he would always cover for u while secretly giving you a longer lunch break

Every now and then when he had some money on him he would get u small gifts such as a stuffed animal or a new piece of clothing you have wanted for a while 

When you two are apart from each other he gives you his flannel with his colon on it so it smells like him to comfort you

Ponyboy:

This poor boy would be confused honestly- he never really knew that was so you would have to explain the whole thing to him 

He would try to always have a snack or some sort of food on him for u just in case u havent had anything to eat yet

He would leave little notes of encouragement in your locker (ex: your doing great today baby or how you look as lovely as a sunrise/sunset)

Holds your hand and gently rubs it with his thumb when you have to eat in front of the gang to try and comfort you. 

Johnny: 

Johnny gently wraps his arms around u when u tell him, johnny slightly knows what it's like so he tries his best to help you when u can 

He will try and make food for you when he knows its a hard day ( side note i feel like when he did this ponyboy would bother him or try to nit pick at it and johnny would end up kicking ponyboy out-) 

He gives you his jacket if you feel uncomfortable at the dinner or wherever 

Dally: 

For once dally fully listened to you when you told/ explained to him about it and he even asked for ways to help. 

If you were at bucks and anybody said anything about it in a negative way dally would definitely make them lose a few teeth or a broken rib for it

When its just the two of you he trys to get you food to eat and then he lets you fall asleep on him 

 Secretly after awhile he gets buck to watch over you and make sure to get u something to eat ( dally would do dishes to help every once in awhile to “pay” for it) 

Two-bit: 

(Ok this is going to sound stupid but i think its cute-)  two steal  buy you cups with funny designs on them to help you feel comfortable 

He holds you in his lap whenever you eat 

Trys to make u laugh while you eat and probably attacks you with kisses on your cheek and neck

 steal  buys you snacks

Steve: 

If you were having a bad day he would slightly threaten to tickle you until you ate-

He packs lunch for you when u got to the dx 

He rarely even lets u have more of his chocolate cake 

Holds u close to him kissing your cheek softly ( you try not to let him if he has cake on his face but you fail anyways-)

[I'm sorry this was so late it was a request and I forgot to post it like 8 hours ago-]

[iobsessoverfictionalmen]

AN: Yes, I chose this particular episode on purpose and yes, I used Spike's rant. You can catch up with the previous installments here, here, and here.

Warnings: cursing, arguments, insults, angst, mentions of betrayal, violence, and injury, and spoilers for Buffy season 7.

Tagging: @rmoonstoner and @queenofthehobos.

“What is her purpose here?” Kennedy snarled at Willow, pointing at you and talking as if you weren't in the room after you, Spike, and Andrew had returned.  All you had done was ask where Buffy was.

“Back the hell off Kennedy,” Faith warned.

“No, I want to know what she contributes.”

“Right because (Name)’s been sitting up in the bedroom watching Passions and eating snacks all this time while you risk your lives.”  Spike scoffed, rolling his eyes.

“She might as well have been.  She walks around like Buffy critiquing us and doing nothing!  She disappears when we need her only to reappear when the fight’s over!”

“For the past six years, I have been keeping Ares’ forces out of Sunnydale,” you explained icily.

“And you’ve done such a great job of it!  The god has been sighted all over the place!”

“If you’ve only sighted him, it means I’m doing my job!”

“That’s just your fancy way of saying you’re sleeping with the god.”

The kitchen went deathly quiet at her words.

“I am not one to sleep with another just because of the power and influence they wield, Kennedy. Especially when I am in a relationship with someone else.”

“Perhaps we should--”

“She’s exactly the same as Buffy.  She needs to go.”

“Is that what you did?”  Spike asked venomously, “You lot conspired to push her out of her own house?”

“Let me tell you a little something about your girlfriend.  She was always on our backs and whatever we did it wasn’t good enough!”  Kennedy shouted.

“Because Buffy has been through Apocalypses before, you nit!”

“So that justifies treating us as if we don’t have any say in our destiny and not letting us have any fun?”

“Don’t you get it?  Every win for the First is a loss for you!” You exploded.  Your eyes scanned the room and you noticed Xander wearing an eyepatch that he had definitely not worn before you left.  Realising what must have happened, you spoke again with a softer tone.

“Xander.  The way you were maimed is horrible.  No one is arguing that point.  If you want to blame someone, blame Caleb.  Blame the First.  Do not blame Buffy because I know she gave you an out before you faced the First’s forces and Caleb.”

“She needs to go.”  Kennedy repeated. 

“Right now she is the only thing standing between you and Ares, you dolt.  Rupert, are you going to sit and watch this happen again?”

“He didn’t intervene then.  Why would he intervene now?”  Kennedy rebutted.  Rupert wouldn’t meet your eyes.   While you could understand that the Hellmouth amplified evil and emotions, Buffy saw Rupert as a father figure.  To hear that he had sat by and done nothing while Buffy left the only safe place she knew made your heart ache.

“You sad, sad ungrateful traitors.  Who do you think you are?!”  Spike demanded.

“We're her friends.  We just want-” Willow stammered, looking to you for help.

Spike chuckled mercilessly, “Oh that's ballsy of you!  You're her friends and you betray her like this?!”

Finally, Rupert tried to speak, “You don't understand-”

“That’s going to go over well with Spike.  You haven’t even shown a shred of concern for Buffy’s welfare or asked us about her whereabouts, Rupert.”  You thought, “How did everything fall apart so quickly?”

Spike was quick to reply to Rupert’s weak attempt at justifying their actions, “Oh, I think I do...Rupert.  You used to be the big man, didn't you?  The teacher all full of wisdom.  Now she's surpassed you, and you can't handle it.  She has saved your lives again and again.  She's died for you.  And this is how you thank her?!  This is how you thank both of them?  You sit by while Kennedy insults the woman that you supposedly love knowing full well what she’s done to protect the lot of you?!”

“We should go Spike.  Staying here and arguing with people who don’t want to admit they’ve done the wrong thing isn’t going to help us find Buffy.”

Spike said nothing but followed you to the front door.  You could feel the eyes of the potentials on you as the two of you walked out with your heads held high.  Spike sniffed the air when the two of you stood at the end of the footpath, “Got her scent.”

“This is another one of those times that I’m grateful you’re a vampire.  It’s only one of a small handful of times.”

Spike jerked his head, “We go that way.”

“Oh, my darling.  Can you see now how easily humans betray one another?”

[daddysfangirls-dc]

UnTamed Ch.3

Damian Wayne x OC!Female

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His smell gave him away. While there was a slight difference as one wore cashmere and the other was kevlar. But their main scent was still the same at the end of the day. Damian Wayne and Robin were the same person.

At first, it was shocking Gotham's newest snobby-rich kid was Gotham's newest and deadliest boy wonder. After some time in her thoughts, it made sense. All those gadgets, suits, cars, and planes had to be expensive, and The Waynes were rich. They could afford it. They also had the means to hide it. And the number of children Mr. Wayne had lined up with the number of sidekicks or alias Batman had give or take a few. But even then, if one looked at those associated with the family the most, they'd find those missing.

After making her discovery, she took to following Damian  Wayne and Robin at a distance through different animal forms her discovery was quickly given evidence. Not only that, she learned a lot about Robin A.K.A Damian Wayne. Despite the constant scowl he wore on his face, he was gentle. His words often had double meanings or were used to cover up his own nerves and insecurities. He was a very complicated individual, but not on purpose he appeared to be in a complicated situation. It made sense.

Robin was confident, strutted his stuff, he knew everything, he could do anything, he was comfortable. Damian Wayne, however, was more like an arrogant version of Bambi and didn't even realize it. He didn't know how to socialize, and he didn't know about politeness, social cues, or bias. He wasn't normal, and neither was she. 

It was fun watching him be not normal. And she watched him be not normal for three weeks. Until one day, she decided to get closer. 

-

She sat as a snow owl hidden in the snow in the trees as she watched him sketch through the window. The sketches were gruesome, terrifying, and bloody still. He had talent, even if it was scary.

She still wanted to get closer.

Discovering that his window wasn't entirely closed, she shifted to the smallest insect, crawled into the room through the crack and settling on his desk, and shifted into a cat. 

-

On the night with the truck, the girl vanished, but eyes laid upon him and never left. Over three weeks and, the eyes never left him nit in the night or the day. He looked, but he couldn't find the eyes, and it frustrated him to no end. To the point where he was even tempted to tell his father about them. He let out his frustration slowly and detailed with his drawings. And then the eyes came to him. 

One minute he was sketching away his frustrations the next thing he knew, a cat was sitting on his desk. The same cat as before. As much as he wanted to wring her neck, he couldn't bring himself to. Instead, he ignored her and continued with his sketches. He was just finally relieved that he knew where the eyes were. Her eyes. 

"What do you want?" he asked, but he didn't look up, and she didn't respond. She continued to watch him sketch. They don't say anything. He had a lot of questions, and so did she, but at the moment, neither of them wanted to ask or answer. So they sat in silence. Strange relief is setting in both of them. 

-

They continued like this for several weeks she'd show up, and they'd sit in silence together. She never left the room; she always came as a cat and left as a bird. Words were never exchanged, maybe a few looks and gestures, but never words. And despite the unanswered questions, they liked it until several weeks later. 

-

"Why haven't you asked any questions?" she asked. Damian was sitting at his desk behind him she sat on his bed he paused for a moment before continuing. He was painting this time. 

"Why haven't you?" 

"I've been watching you for weeks I know a lot about you already." 

It should be unsettling hearing that you were being followed, especially considering his nightlife, but instead, he felt almost relief like he knew he didn't have to explain himself. But it also irritated him because how much did she know?

"What do you want to know... Robin?" no point in hiding it. 

"When did you find out?"

"The truck. Damian Wayne and Robin smell the same. Wasn't hard to connect the dots, especially after watching you at night."

Careless, reckless, irresponsible. The whole family would be angry and disappointed if they found out. He should definitely be punished or even removed. Hopefully, she didn't know about the others or at least left them alone. 

"What do you plan to do with this information?"

If she were a threat, he'd remove her. He knew how, and no one would know. It wasn't like she had any record.

" Nothing," she said he turned around to see her sitting on his bed in a neat Indian style naked. " I have no reason to. Plus, who would believe me? I'm no one."  She was being honest he could tell in her body language. She was telling the truth. He believed her, didn't know why, shouldn't have, but he did.

"Who are you?"

"I'm no one"

"What's your name?"

"I don't have-"

"Everyone has a name. I don't remember it"

"You don't know  your name." She was uncomfortable now. " How do people address you?" 

"... They don't." No longer feeling comfortable or safe or any good. Getting up from the bed, she goes to open the window, and Damian watches her escape. He watched her disappear into the sky.

Getting up, he shuts the window, goes to his desk, and pulls out a file. Her file. Despite the fact he had been looking into her since her first escape, her file was very small. Her mother was a teen mom, although there was no record of her birth DNA proving who her mother was, and her father was a child rapist in his 50 he died two years ago, killed by his last victim's older brother. Her grandparents were killed in a Joker attack. She had no family. And that's where her file ended because technically, she didn't exist no one knew she existed.

Her mother obviously didn't give birth in any medical facility there was no record of her even being pregnant. Damian theorized she had been born and raised on the street alone with her mother until she died. Then, she was truly gone. Damian wondered what her mother called her, what happened to her, and how her daughter ended up like this. 

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The Girl didn't know her own name. She had been called many things throughout her life, but nothing she'd claim as a name. Nothing she wished to stick. And it wasn't like she had people around to give or a name to use it. A name was just a reminder that she truly had no one and never really did or would. She was a no-name girl, and she'd stay a no-name girl. 

[ofc-vi-writes-too]

In honor of me being black and loving being black and thinking everyone should love black people, here are a list of characters I believe love black women with everny bone in their bodies:

• Starting off strong: Steve Rogers. I can’t explain it but trust me please. If you get it you get it if you dont you dont.

• Jason todd. Like c’mon. Look at him. Tell me he doesn’t want to wake up next to a brownskin queen every morning. Look me in my eyes.

• MCU Bucky Barnes. I love to say it, Wakanda changed him. Stepping foot in that country was like seeing the light for the first time. He was basically reborn. I said it before and I’ll say it again. Look at how he looked at Sarah. SAME LITERALLY EXPLICITLY TOLD HIM NIT TO FLIRT WITH HER BEFORE THEY EVEN GOT THERE.

• Gojo, Itadori, nanami, and Toji from JJK. i dont think i need to eloborate here.

• Haley from Stardew Valley. She is not only a fellow girl kisser, but she would genuinely have a real tweak if the farmer was a black woman. Haley needs a 6 ft nonchalant butch dreadhead in her life it would literally solve all her provlems. She has written in her diary about this, and Alex hasnt heard the end of it.

• Fear from Inside out. Just believe me, please.

• This might be controversial but Squidward.

• Bruce Wayne. Literally thinks about eating drywall every time Selina Kyle is even mentioned. “Alfred why hasn’t God hand delivered me what i CRAVE and what i NEED *loud dramatic sigh*” hes also accidentally a perpatrator of hard wig soft life lmao. He donates ridiculous sums of money to black charities like 100 black men, and the black youth helpline. He’s an advocate for his girl’s community and we love to see it.

• Barry Allen. also thinks about eating drywall whenever he sees Iris. She’s just so sigh. And he loves her so much and he’s so glad that he married that beautiful amazing strong and powerful woman.

• Ellanore Shellstrop. After she died she had real clarity about the truths of the universe. If soulmates didnt really exist then wtf were her and Chidi im so deadass.

• Woody from Toy Story. Please do not at me. I will not be taking questions comments or concerns on that one. And for anyone saying “but what about bo peep ?!” Shes albino. Look at those 3B curls and tell me to my face that I’m lying. I dare you.

• lightning Mcqueen. Hear me out here! In universe there have to be like… black cars. He’s def the type to go for a UK baddie ykwim.

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a/n: guys please im just being silly they are fictional characters please dont argue about how much these FAKE characters like black people 😞. also if you try and argue i feel like that makes you a liiiiiiiittle bit racist but like thats a convo for another time. Anyway, sorry to all my sistas out there who’s fav character I forgot. Ur probably right and they probably do belong on this list, I just might have forgotten they exist! Dont be scared to comment them tho. I need to know what yall think too.

[ordonianhero]

Country fried comfort

Notes: i wrote this for my friend as a comfort post. So here you go @cannibalgremlin

Sky was sitting out by the cuccoo pen. Playing somber tune on his harp. Twilight who had been walking by carrying sacks of feed for the animals of Lon Lon ranch. Paused and listen. He looked at his fellow brother’s face. Somber it self. Staring out in a sad way. Rancher made his way to the barn and placed the three bags of feed down. He watched at several other members of the chain were working in the barn. Four was helping make new horse shoes. While War and Legend worked on shuffling down new hay. After the stalls had been mucked. The rancher walked over to a bucket and washed his hands and face off.

“Think i shall head inside for a bit. Thinking to tell wild to make something.” He explained as he left. Waving the others in the barn off.

Once inside the house, he went quickly to the wash room to clean up and then change into fresher clothing. Putting on his Ordon garb while place his dirty clothing into a wash pile. Extend the room and headed to the kitchen where wild was busy working some bread dough out, while Malon was husking some corn. He cleared his through, making them both look at him. He softly smiled and walked in and rolled up his sleeves. Malon was questioning what her blood was going to do. Wild smiled, glad to have an extra hand in the kitchen.

“Sky is looking tad gloomy. He been playing a somber tune to the cuccoos. Half worried they may die on us with how sad the tune is. I am thinking maybe making a bit of comfort food. Country specialty.” He explained with a smile.

“What you have in mind?” Asked Malon. Stopping what she was doing.

He walked over and took an unhusked corn and started helping with peeling the husk away. “Fried cuccoo mash bowl. If you got potato’s, we can make a mash. Chop the corn off its stem, fry cucoo, put them together with some gravy…creating a fried cuccoo bowl. Can’t go wrong with that?” He explained.

Malon beamed with happiness. As did the champion.

“That kind of you. So what should we do?’ Asked the youth. As he folded the bread dough one more time before resting it.

“Hm, how bout you do the mashed potato, Mrs. Lon-“

“Just call me mal. Or ma’ if you want.” She interrupted.

“Okay ma’ you take care of the corn, and i will handle the fried cuccoo and gravy.” He replied to her.

She smile and nodded. Wild stood for a bit. “You know how to cook?” He asked the rancher.

Twilight smirked and having some stuff to start making the fried cuccoo and smirks.

“You bet your goddesses I do. I live alone, lui taught me the basics, ilia helped as well. But i know how to cook food. Nit as good as you. But decent enough.” He explained.

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The three worked hard in the kitchen. Working on the meal. Rancher was making sure the meal was well seasoned. Nothing is more disappointing than an unseasoned meal. Wild would help with a few things and helping Taste things, along with Malon, giving suggestions when needed. The house smelt heavenly as the spices and such floated through the room. Malon after finishing with the corn, started making sweet tea for everyone. The three laughing and giggling in the kitchen. Homey.

Wild went about setting the table with glasses and utensils. As Twilight started making the bowls of food. Adding equal amounts of mashed potato’s, corn, and fried chicken for everyone plate. Then drizzling gravy over it. Malon helped put the bowls on the table. She then made here way to front door to ring the lads in for lunch. As they approached she order them all to wash up before thinking to eat all filthy as hey were. That including her husband who attempted to get a hug from her. However got shooed off.

Once everyone had cleaned up. They all sat at the table. Sky eyes the bowl in front of him. The smell of it danced under his nose. He looked up and Rancher smiled at him. “Enjoy.”

“Wait? You cooked this?” Asked the Veteran.

“You sure tootin he did. With a little help from Champ and I.” Malon replied with a smile.

“No way? He cooks and didn’t burn anything?” Chuckled the captain about to dig in.

“Actually, he can be a replacement if i get injured. He knows his stuff.” Piped up wild.

“At least that one other Link that can cook.” Chuckled Malon.

Sky dipped his fork into the dish. Scooping up every bit. Before sticking it into his mouth. It was an explosion of flavor and it caused his to tear up a bit. Wind noticed and stopped mid bite.

“You okay?’ Ask the young sailor.

The sky loft Ian nodded and smiled. “It like home.”

The rancher smiled and took his first bite, pleased he was able to bring some joy to the somber mood the youth had been in earlier.

“It’s comfort.” He replied to sky.

“Thank you.” Replied sky.

-fin

[the-heart-of-a-monster]

This most recent page is... It is insane! Uh... You already know what I'm bouta do, so I'll just skip ahead to the everything. Enjoy!

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The first thing I wanna mention is what Sonic said in the last page. I basically lost all the spare SA2 context that I had stored in my brain when reading this comic, so I just immediately assumed Sonic was right in saying that Shadow doesn't know how he feels. That wasn't entirely the truth. I mean, duh, Shadow doesn't know how Sonic feels. Sonic is internally suffering. He's confused, scared, worried something bad could happen to his loved ones if he just let loose a teeny bit. Hell, his concerns aren't even coming from nowhere! We saw what he's capable of when losing control! But thinking that Shadow doesn't know how that feels in the slightest??

Shadow was also afraid. When he lived on the ARK, and when he made friends with the STH cast. He had so much incredible power at his fingertips, and not only that, but he was also the eye of the storm to an alien invasion! He's been terrified for decades, worried he might hurt those close to him because of his blood ties and his origins and... SO MUCH. For so long, Shadow's been confused about who he is as a person, having a lack of autonomy, similar to Sonic. And yet, Sonic still thinks that they don't feel the same. He thinks they are not the same. That they don't know how the other feels. And, in a way, no matter how small this way is, Sonic is kind of right.

Because Shadow's not a hero. He's an anti-hero, someone who does what he thinks is right and doesn't care about the public eye anymore. Sonic is a hero, someone who cares too much for his tiny hedgehog heart. He swells with emotion, and this sudden change to his appearance and abilities... It's suffocating. It's crushing Sonic. It's a whole new sensation that he is completely unaware of and doesn't know what to do with himself. Shadow, meanwhile, has been dealing with this feeling his whole life. So yeah. In a way, Shadow doesn't know how Sonic feels.

Still, Shadow doesn't see it this way. He sees it as Sonic basically being a hypocrite. So, in a fit of rage and disappointment, he lets Dark Gaia take control.

I do wanna ask something abt this real quick: How does Sonic not sense Dark Gaia's influence on Shadow? As someone who has the energy of that being fused with his very bloodstream right now, you'd think he would figure out that Shadow's behavior has just. Suddenly changed. You'd think he would piece together why his friend is acting this way and he would figure out that it's Dark Gaia, and not Shadow.

It's just a small nit-pick of mine tbh. Don't worry.

I do think there is an answer to this, though. As someone stated before, these two are basically walking into the lion's den, or I guess in other terms, leaving the frying pan and falling into the fire. This icy cavern they've entered is overflowing with Gaia energy, which could be the reason why Sonic can't tell it's now all over Shadow. It's overwhelming Sonic to the point that he's basically grown numb to it, so even if he could feel the energy all over Shadow specifically, he doesn't recognize the danger. He doesn't see that Shadow's being "Controlled."

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So uh. Yeah. That's... That's it.

I really really love this comic btw and the little image of Maria at the top really caught me off-guard. I was like: "WHAT THE HECK IS THAT WHY IS MARIA HERE WHAT HELLO HUH-?"

very interesting points! literally no one looked at it this perspective before i appreciate this :33333

and don't worry about gaia energy. i think mostly when you figure something might be off or you dont get it, just wait for the next pages, because ofc this is a continous story so things will be explained, just not immediately.

(thoguh again, youre the only one who questioned this! super interesting stuff to think abt!!)

[synergysilhouette]

I miss Fictif, but it was far from flawless

I actually got into this series because of "The Arcana" (plus romance games don't often let you play as anything other than a female lead), but I found that even though I liked it's potential, it fell short a lot of the time, either romantically or story-wise. I'm obviously disappointed that I can't customize my character's appearence, but I think I'm in the minority with that one. Allow me to list my grievances and nit-picks with the app.

In general--Female routes are short and underdeveloped. I don't even romance women IRL, but this was just sad. Anika, Tess, Valentina, and Celia are the only female love interests to have solo routes while the rest are in one-route stories--and Valentina didn't even get a route before Dorian took over and effectively stopped updating the app!

"Two Against the World"--As much as I love Nicky, this story turned me off as a gay male player. The writing feels female-coded, and no acknowledgement of the stigma of two men being in a relationship in 1920s New York is ever mentioned. It'd make more sense if the setting was INSPIRED by 1920s New York, but in reality was a completely different location--but that wasn't the case. It felt like a big mifire in storytelling.

"Heir to Love & Lies"--I cannot overstate how much of a disappointment this story was. In both Sergio and Chava's route, Chava starts off very friendly and sweet before becoming aggressive and secretive. This doesn't really make any sense since he's your childhood best friend and (spoiler) he doesn't kill La Dama Rosa in either route. Plus in Chava's route, Aurora becomes very cruel and blames us for getting her family (re)involved with the cartel, even though in actuality she involved us--a point Chava tells us to let go, and then we apologize. For what?! And the end of Sergio's route is confusing, as you go through a dream sequence where he either kills you and takes your money or you get him arrested for killing La Dama Rosa. I think it's supposed to represent your fears and mistrust of him and symbolize how you need to let your concerns go if you wanna marry him, but it feels uncomfortable since it's not explained well at all. It felt like we just saw the future and we said "I don't care." Plus he asks us stuff about kids, our wedding, and where we'd live, and he took NONE of my decisions into account for the final chapter.

"Roadkill"--I was SO confused on what was the result of the wish and what wasn't. Did Douglas' wish create werewolves, vampires, and witches along with zombies? Or did they already exist before the zombie wish? If it's the latter, there's no need to involve zombies. Plus Howie's amnesia arc in the last chapter was rushed and unnecessary, while Poe came off as judgmental and snarky and Tess' route was short and rushed.

"Catch Me in Miami"--I couldn't get into Miguel because he was so obviously a bad boy and I don't do bad boys. Maybe if he was more coy about it like Nicky than being obvious about it, I'd be into him.

"For the Love of Gods"--Great potential, but rushed and I DESPISE how we're forced to romance everyone. Why can't I just choose how many people I'm interested in?

"Ghosted"--Probably my least favorite story. Jesse's ghost story does sound interesting, but his personality and how rushed it was ruined it for me.

"Hollywoodland"--Rushed, but it had great potential.

"Snow Falling in Love"--It felt like a waste not to tie this with "Roadkill" due to Sawyer's involvement, and Elise was CRAZY obsessed with us.

"Courting the Crown"--Beautiful Potential, but again, rushed, rushed, rushed.

"The Last Legacy"--Probably the best plot of them all, but Felix and Sage weren't my type physically or personality-wise; I'd rather go for Felix's dads.

I didn't include other stories because they either weren't finished or I didn't complete them.

[limpfisted]

TWO. THE BLADE AND THE FIST. Or, WHY LOVE IS NOT ENOUGH, THE UNWANTED CHILD & THE DEVIL.

I don’t believe Ulder is a bad person. I don’t even think he was a particularly bad Father, not the whole time, at least.. He loved Wyll, desperately so. He never hit him, and only really yelled after Wyll’s Mother died when he was ten. He loved his son’s imagination, the softness in him. Hell, my Wyll is trans and Ulder didn’t give a damn, he just wanted him to be strong and brave and smart and everything he is but—oh. Not like THAT.

Ulder had a curious distaste for magic. While he loved that Wyll was imaginative and so very loving and curious-he hated when Wyll expressed any desire for himself that did nit include governmental work or The Flaming Fist—or something equally as important, and Good.

It is difficult to explain how much of a Cop Ulder is. He grew up poor, but now he serves nobility faithfully and is the most powerful person in Baldur’s Gate—but only because he protects the interests of nobles, who still look down on him for being an upstart.

Ulder worked his way up through military ranks. And while he encouraged imagination in his child—to a point. He also encouraged the DnD morality system. Goblins evil. Authority Good. Law Good. Adventure good—but first and always, Protect Baldur’s Gate, do everything for the ideals of Baldur’s gate, be a hero in the image of a generic fantasy hero who, as we all know, was a deeply twisted and uncaring person who was simply mythologized because Balduran makes a good story to tell children to get them to behave and respect Baldur’s gate, “right” from”wrong”—while you actually do shady backroom dealings with people like Stelmane and Florrick.

Don’t get me wrong. Ulder is the kind of person who IS idealistic. He sees what Baldur’s Gate can be. What it represents. People like him getting to lead it and represent the best in it. Truth, justice, etc. But didn’t Enver just want what was “best for Baldur’s Gate?” The Duke’s idea of what good was was a fairy tale he told his child, that he actually believed in even though he had to be a complex adult who acted in ways counter to that.

But Wyll never saw that side of him, even when presented with it. He describes Stelmane as beautiful, and actually had a crush on her. (She was evil as hell.) He never doubts anything his Father has ever said and recites it as gospel, not just in his personal quest, but all the time, like, randomly, lol. His Father was an icon and a hero as much as Balduran, a fairy tale, perfection in Wyll’s eyes, who could do no wrong.

The problem was…. the Duke did Some Things wrong, even before he kicked Wyll out. In essence, he tried to scare Wyll away from magic, not in a mean way, to protect him, certainly, but Wyll always had a… flirtation with the infernal, especially as he got older. (Coincidentally, after his Mother died, his Father got gruffer, meaner and more distant.) The kind of thing where a parent says in a way that scares the child- “DON’T TOUCH THAT! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?” in a way that scares them, makes them cry, and berates them for it afterwards. A normal human thing fora parent to do. What is Ulder supposed to do? LET Wll hang around fae and go hunting monsters at fourteen? No!!

But Wyll was always a sensitive kid, and a bit neurotic at that. He put his Father in such high esteem—made his Father his whole world, because he was in essence a lonely kid with very few friends because none of the nobles really wanted to hang out with him, nor did the Flaming Fist, and when they DID he never had the time because his Father had him studying and training near CONSTANTLY.

He never wanted to disappoint him. Not for a second.

This, paired with how The Duke could go from “nothing” and too busy to spend time with his son in their precious few shared free moments—to heaping poetic praise upon praise upon his son just for breathing, to being angry at him for being his naturally curious and magically inclineid self—

It was just a lot of emotional instability and stress at home.

Wyll saw the “opportunity” to become “The Blade.” But most of the Blade’s morals are based on that of his Father and Balduran, the black and white thinking, the way his Father taught him to hunt animals. (Wyll, not tgat he’d say this out loud, has morals that are a little more flexible.)

Still, he loved his Father, need him, his Father was his hero, his Father knew everything . Even when he turned Wyll away—Wyll didn’t blame him. Wyll made his choice.

Wyll is said to have bitter dreams of his Father in his origin, When Florrick asks him to save his Father—he inly says yes as “of course i will. he is my flesh and blood.” but not that he loves him. he needs him, hes his flesh and blood. but at a certain point, his father’s expectations became an obligation. and his father kicking him out to,d him in no uncertain terms that he could never reach them, even if he sold his own soul for balduran and his father’s ideals.

Oftentimes being kicked out of the house can lead us into an abuser’s hands. Mizora knew this, of course. The devil will always take an u wanted child.

Of course, being rejected by his Father only increased his loneliness, which increased his need for external approval. He found this approval in being the Blade—which as said previously, let him give into all kinds of magic as a hero, a sense of purpose, and external satisfaction. He couldn’t study law anymore-but while you were going to therapy to deal with your trauma? Wyll just kept studying THE BLADE!!

[storytimewithnova]

Co-Dependency

What is Being Co-dependent it is what you call someone who wants to stay in a toxic relationship someone who can't see their partner for who they truly are For our Bokuto luckily he saw his Ex gf for what she was Abusive Manipulative Bitch did she try and blame him yes did he take the blame yes It was only when she turned on akaashi when people Mainly authorities listened listened and took notice and took notice that it's nit always men that can be abusive she ended up in jail

Time skip to where our story starts and we join Akaashi in his room

Akaashi's pov We were all moving in together one more night separated okay i could see bokuto from my window as me and him currently are at our childhood homes but it was one more night and all four of us will be living under one roof As i thought about i looked over to my beloved emo Owl is he in emo mode now i grabbed a not book then to grab his attention i knocked on my window and held up my book that said are you okay? I watched as he scribbled his answer and showed me No:(

Insert pic

I wrote do you want me to come over to you? And showed him

To get a nod in response so i got up went down stairs and cross to Bokuto's using the spare key I let myself in

I went to his room it was a mess he was a mess I couldn’t help but run to him

Akaashi: Kōtarō what happened want to talk about it

Two words escaped his lips that made even me freeze in place

Bokuto: Ex Girlfriend

No No she can't be back we had her done how did she get out i tried to stay calm for Kōtarō's sake I could also fell myself failing miserably A huge part of me wanted to call Tetsuro he would be way better at handling this than me all i can do is stay,Stay by his side and cuddle him

reassure him he is safe we are safe and that he, he now has the three of us but I don't think even I believe my words i to have been on the receiving end of Kōtarō's Ex and i have to admit deep down even I'm afraid deep down I want to do exactly the same as Kōtarō juat shrink into myself and hope the problem goes away but I can’t I have to be the calm logical one but right now all logic is telling me to call Kuroo and kenma and at least fill them in

I sould No I will I'm going to sorry love they need to know i got out my phone and hovered my finger hesitating a little before calling Tetsurō’s number

Panic started to take a hold of me why why am ai being afraid we did nothing wrong we didn’t do anything to deserve this as the Kuroo number rang i could feel my Anxiety starting Heighten and i could hear Kuroo but he started to sound distract i spoke but only just three words but it seemed enough to let him know something was wrong the words were Tetsu come quick before blacking out panic really taking hold Bokuto sitting there stunned not sure what to do our how to react X X X X Not a moment later kuroo and kenma burst through the door and looked at Keiji who hadn't woken up yet

Kenma: Kota what happened to Kei

He explained how his bitch ex is back and suddenly Akaashi started to breathe heavier and then nothing he was out cold

Tetsuro: the ex that you told me about the one that abused you

Bokuto: yeah but i Don't know why keiji is affected

Kenma: ....

Bokuto: Kitty what do you know

Truthfully kenma new everything Keiji spared No details on how brutal that woman was and how it left him with scars physical and emotional his thoughts were interrupted

Tetsuro: Kitten?!

Unsure of what to say kenma looked at akaashi as if asking for permission from his fellow former setter only to see he is still not awake yet this was worrying him

Kenma: i think we should get Kei an amblance and then we can both tell you everything but right now Keiji is our top priority

Kenma's mind Yeah Keiji is our top priority please understand that kuro Ko we will figure something out later together like we always do please be patient with him with us at least we don't have to see her

How wrong kenma was they will be seeing her again maybe a little sooner thsn he would like X X X X X X X X x Time skip Akaashi is out of the hospital and as promised they were explaining how Bokuto's ex affects him they sat in the living room and Akaashi said

Akaashi: do you Understand now Kōtarō if she couldn't get you and beat you up me and kenma if he was around was the next targets

Bokuto: I-I i didn't I didn’t know

Kenma: that's because we didn't want you to we didn't want you to worry And this was before we got into this relationship with each other and we were just talking about

Tetsuro: be honest kitten you were the one hesitating because you didn't know if Kōtarō would respect your boundaries you knew Keiji would it was Kōta to were unsure of

Kenma: that is true but did you have to call me out plus he was still co dependent also Kō has the same energy as Sho and remember how long it to him to figure out my boundaries

Bokuto interrupted Kenma

Bokuto: actually Kitty I knew of your boundaries

Kenma: huh?

Bokuto: well it's like me being aware of my emo mode i figured you weren’t good witj socializing and you use your games as an escapism

Kenma: Wow I- wait you're aware of your own Emo mode

Akaashi: surprisingly yes he is he knew not approach you until you were ready so when you told kuroo you wanted to meet me and Bo he got happy knowing you were giving him a chance

Kenma's heart swelled with love knowing all Of this information kuroo looked at Bokuto and said

Tetsuro: I Don't know about you but I think our kitten and baby owl need cheering up

Bokuto: a trip to the mall then

Kenma: can I-

Tetsuro: go to the game store of course kitten

Akaashi: oh can I -

It was Bokuto's turn to cut Akaashi off

Bokuto: get Onigiri and Boba of course baby owl

Bokukuro: what kind of boyfriend's would we be plus we can get all your favourites and have a movie night

Akaken: how did we get so lucky

What they didn’t expect is Bokuto's ex to be at the mall with her latest Victim who was jumping to her every demand while trembling it reminded Akaashi of bokuto the way he use to be around her he didn't want to see another person fall foul to her mot again as they were talking the basic bitch was walking in their Direction almost on purpose or maybe because it was B/B stands for basic bitch

Basic bitch: well well who do we have here hey useless this use to be you

She points at bokuto which caused bokuto to mouth a quick I am sorry I will deal with this

Tetsuro: what right do you have to bad mouth our bf

Basic bitch: oh so you did turn into a man whore after all huh? What's the matter Kōtarō got nothing to say still can't anwser back and stick up for yourself pathetic

Bokuto clearly had enough akaashi was about to speak up but bokuto grabbed him and pushed him to Kuroo

Bokuto: oh no i can stick up for myself in fact i can do more you see

🎶All smiles, I know what it takes to fool this town I'll do it 'til the sun goes down And all through the nighttime Oh, yeah🎶

Basic Bitch: Huh?

Genuine confusion was on her face

R/B: you fake you emotions too

Bokuto nodded

Basic bitch: what?

Bokuto: 🎶Oh, yeah, I'll tell you what you wanna hear Leave my sunglasses on while I shed a tear It's never the right time Yeah, yeah🎶

R/B: same same

Bokuto: but now i am free from you free from being co dependent on you you know what this is what i do

🎶I put my armor on, show you how strong I am I put my armor on, I'll show you that I am🎶

The three bfs: that's out bf we are proud of you Kō

Basic Bitch: No No i told you you will always need me

Akaashi: he doesn't anymore and all attachment to you is gone

Bokuto: 🎶I'm unstoppable I'm a Porsche with no brakes I'm invincible Yeah, I win every single game I'm so powerful I don't need batteries to play I'm so confident Yeah, I'm unstoppable today🎶 R/B you can be free too join us

Basic Bitch: No i won't let that happen you need me both of you

R/B: 🎶Unstoppable today Unstoppable today Unstoppable today I'm unstoppable today🎶

Bokuto: 🎶Break down, only alone I will cry out loud You'll never see what's hiding out Hiding out deep down Yeah, yeah🎶

R/B: 🎶I know, I've heard that to let your feelings show Is the only way to make friendships grow But I'm too afraid now Yeah, yeah🎶

Basic bitch was losing her control she had

Bokuto and R/B: 🎶 I put my armor on, show you how strong I am I put my armor on, I'll show you that I am🎶

R/B: 🎶I'm unstoppable I'm a Porsche with no brakes I'm invincible Yeah, I win every single game I'm so powerful I don't need batteries to play I'm so confident Yeah, I'm unstoppable today🎶

Bokuto: 🎶Unstoppable today Unstoppable today Unstoppable today I'm unstoppable today🎶

R/B: 🎶Unstoppable today Unstoppable today Unstoppable today I'm unstoppable today🎶

Bokuto: 🎶I put my armor on, show you how strong I am I put my armor on, I'll show you that I am🎶

Tetsuro leaned in to the basic bitches ear and said

Tetsuro: look at that they are not co dependent anymore

Bokuto and R/B; 🎶I'm unstoppable I'm a Porsche with no brakes I'm invincible Yeah, I win every single game I'm so powerful I don't need batteries to play I'm so confident Yeah, I'm unstoppable today🎶

Bokuto: 🎶Unstoppable today Unstoppable today Unstoppable today I'm unstoppable today🎶

R/B: 🎶Unstoppable today Unstoppable today Unstoppable today I'm unstoppable today🎶

Kenma tapped R/B and said

Kenma: get out of here now and goodluck

Bokuto: B/B you haven't changed honestly i should hand you back over to the police you are breaking your bail conditions like it or not i am not dependent on you anymore i have three loving boyfriend's to keep me grounded and level headed and not actually make me want to throw myself of a cliff edge

Kuroo was calling the police while bokuto was talking he told them everything they witnessed and they had enough to prove she had broken bail conditions as the police took Bokuto shouted

Bokuto: I HAVE GOTTEN OUT OF CO DEPENDENCY I WISH I COULD HAVE GONE BACK AND TOLD YOUNGER ME WHAT A TOXIC MANIPULATIVE BITCH YOU REALLY ARE THANK GOD WE WERE ABLE TO MAKE R/B SEE THE LIGHT HAVE FUN BACK WHERE YOU BELONG

For the rest of the day it went focusing on with the plain of cheering up kenma and akaashi the main reason they were at the mall kenma got some games akaashi got his boba and Onigiri and the bokuto and Kuroo brought their kitten and baby owl their favourites while also ordering Door step delivery food of their favourite food for dinner despite their little run in they had a fun day over all and were pretty tired kenma even complained

Kenma: I am never stepping out side again to much effort and to crowded for my liking

This made everyone laugh

Akaashi: that's our kenma

They all laughed and carry on their day as planned that basic bitch is back where she belongs and R/B and bokuto is free from Co dependcy

[roguegrove]

okay, i need to talk about this straight up right now. it's gonna be long, it's gonna be honest, and probably pointless, but i wanna talk about it.

this? it sucks. it sucks so bad and many of us were fooled. including me.

the thing is, it should have been obvious. but social media moves fast, fandom culture is thirsty for more always, and people have their own art styles and journeys. hell, i'm on an art journey spurred by this community, myself.

and yknow what? art is HARD. bottom line, don't let anyone tell you otherwise. it comes naturally to some, but i promise you that the only reason someone might be "better" than someone else is practice. well-meaning people often talk about "talent" in art, but i don't believe in it. ANYONE could have my skill level or better if they had devoted the same kind of time i did to learning, and i think most artists would agree.

you see inconsistencies in art a lot, especially when someone is learning something new. heads and body parts weird sizes, a particular area that doesn't get as much attention as others, sometimes even whole bits are missing. and all of that is replicated in AI generations and easily overlooked as well as easily masked.

but the thing you will not find with a fan artist who LOVES a character enough to post so many pieces of them? big character details being wrong or changing every time they post something. and i'm not talking style things. i'm not talking about deliberate choices.

my alarm bells went off for fridaypls's work pretty early on, but i ignored it. i really loved a lot of the choices they made in posing, in ideas, and even though there were a bunch of details that just felt wrong, i ignored it. i thought maybe there was a reason, that maybe i was being critical or mean by being a little off-put about some of it.

but if you love sam winchester enough to pump out a shit-ton of drawings of him, you're gonna know what side of his nose that little mole goes. if you love halsin as much as it seemed like friday loved halsin, you're gonna know where his scars and tattoos are. and you might not draw them the same way every time, you may drop one or more for a particular piece if it's not meant to be canon. but you don't put out multiple pieces where the details move so much that they're on the wrong side and swap back and forth between pieces. you just can't care enough to spend that much time on something and not notice that consistently.

if you scroll back through friday's blog (if it stays up and you still can), you can SEE that they cared about these characters. before the art is a lot of meta, a lot of commentary. it's clear there was a love there.

so explain to me how this happens:

the bottom is an official rendering of halsin, just for reference.

art is about observing and then translating, right? so what do we see? the tattoo missing details we can let slide because the thing is damn complicated and getting the general idea is enough. but the placement? get the fuck out of here. it flip flops back and forth between each image. the scars? some are missing entirely, some are, again, on the wrong damn side.

i thought this must surely be a choice, and it is. but not the choice i was thinking. this isn't about style, this isn't about playing with a character: this is about pumping out art quickly that will catch people's eye.

if you really want me to nit-pick, i can. if you want me to talk about the broader inconsistencies or the way things are hidden, i can do that too. but the op and the people who have been looking into this did a great job on that already. i could talk about it all, but i'm trying to make a much simpler point.

my point is that people who love characters will not be so flippant about their defining characteristics. we're the ones who OBSESS over them, scour the internet for every detail. we eat that shit up.

you know what doesn't give a shit? AI generation. AI isn't even generative, it's basically just editing. it's editing a bunch of information together to try and make something "new". and when you edit, what happens? pruning details. you take out what you don't think is important. but you know what else AI can't do? fucking THINK. it doesn't KNOW anything. it doesn't KNOW about halsin's she-bear scars and why that's important to him, so it doesn't CARE where they go.

god, now i'm actually pissed. i'm pissed someone who seemed to love these characters as much as we do would let that happen just for clout and money. it sickens me. like damn, bro. you could have at least taken the time to fix that stuff while you were slapping on filters. if you traced over AI, at least fix the GLARINGLY OBVIOUS bits. couldn't even be bothered, huh?

man, i just want AI to do my laundry, not try and replicate passion. why are we even here with this crap in general?

eta: do not even get me started on astarion renders. do not.

Normally I wouldn't bother making a post like this but it came to my attention yesterday via a twitter thread that tumblr user fridaypls is using AI elements in their fanart. Now, if they were doing this because they didn't feel entirely confident in their artistic ability, and they were just doing this for fanart they posted online, then I'd shrug my shoulders and go "eh, whatever"

However, I then found out that fridaypls is selling this fanart and even making posts like "buy my Gale print and get Tim Downie to sign it" and I just can't sit idly by whilst someone makes profit off AI 'art' and there are so many other artists (myself included) trying to make a living off our own art.

The tweet thread about the use of AI by fridaypls can be viewed here and here but I'll also copy and paste some of the examples under a cut line in this post.

So far on twitter, fridaypls got wind of the thread going around about them and they deactivated their account rather than take accountability. I'm probably going to be blocked by them for making this post, but I encourage you to reblog this and spread the word and please, PLEASE don't buy artwork from someone using AI generated images. There are so many other hardworking artists out there making amazing fanart and merch that you can give your money to instead.

Examples from twitter: