#i actually think male power fantasies suck ass

[mrsgojosatoru]

i think shoujo isekais are better because the fantasy of escaping the world we live in is just better suited to girls who live in a world rife with misogyny. then they escape to a world where they have power and devoted protectors. like full offense but guys escaping from a world where they're already extremely privileged into a fantasy where they have even more power? boring. girls escaping into a world where they have power for the first time? that’s interesting though.

[weebsinstash]

could we get some valentino x male reader pls?

Bruh I've been actually on Valentino x male/intersex male Reader so hard lately (and I don't mention intersex for like fetish reasons but. I don't know what having a dick feels like and sometimes I'm like "well what if boy but. Vagine" and, shut up its my gender expression power fantasy, maybe I wanna have muscles and broad shoulders, leave me alone 💀)

Right off the top of my head, I've had ideas recently for:

-boy band lead vocalist! male Reader! Just. Ok. Imagine Reader and Angel having kind of a beef with each other and at some point it becomes a sort of "oh yeah, well I can XYZ better than you" kind of competition amd Angel says some shit like "you wouldn't know what it takes to come out here and strut for a bunch of perverts who look at you like you're a piece of meat" and you just hit him with some shit like "bitch I LITERALLY sucked FIVE DICKS so I could headline for the Superbowl, you fucking LOSER, you dont know ACTUAL music, i was AN ARTIST" and you start belting out something sexy with a choreographed dance that is clearly professional level skill

-male Reader with a little sister and you protect her from Valentino by offering to take her place. You've never sucked a single dick in your life and hell you might not even be gay but Valentino has your baby sister's life in his hands and, you've got to protect HER if not yourself

- ughhhhhh I'm probably gonna make this it's own post too but I've been ON my "unwilling red string soulmate" personal indulgence lately and. Just. Valentino who sees his red string appear and OBVIOUSLY he's gotta RUN to find his boo and he finds you and immediately thinks you're the most precious adorable sexy little thing, BUT. You just. Look straight at him and how HUGE he is and reply "i-im not... actually into men 😳" which is a LIE of course and, here's Valentino thinking, AW, his poor little baby gay! You've never had a boyfriend or gone to any clubs? TRAGIC! But also perfect because he is just TICKLED watching you get flustered beyond belief! So cute!

-I feel like. He would try and give you boners on purpose and think it's the cutest most erotic thing. He's got you sitting next to him and you're filled with liquor and he starts REALLY laying on the flirting, maybe even... places his palm on your upper thigh and BOOM. Hard as a rock and you can't even hide it because he makes you wear tight pants all the time. He's just over there, "what's going on amorcito? :3c you feeling a little hot under the collar?" as if he didn't just spend like 15 minutes talking about how he'd love to get you on your back and touch EVERY INCH of you, how he'd love to TASTE you--

-this is gender neutral but, convinced he eventually forces you to do some of those sexy pin-ups with him and one day you're walking around Vee Tower and he just has that shit HANGING UP. Poster You is just braced against his chest looking at the camera all demure and vulnerable while he's like. Got his guns out looking all tough like "mess with my pookie and you're through" and of course he makes you do. Sexy ones. Matching lingerie?

-I think of forced feminization with a male Reader sometimes actually. Like you wear boxy unflattering shit on purpose and one day Vals just like "you've got a small waist for a guy" and is checking you over. It starts off small. He starts wanting to style you. Then he wants you to update your skincare routine. Which is all fine right? But then he starts pushing his personal tastes. You've got such nice muscular thighs... which is why you would look so nice in some fishnets. He'd love to see your cute little butt in a thong while you cover your dick with your hands in MAJOR EMBARRASSMENT. You've got such pretty eyes; can Daddy put some mascara on you?

Valentino straight up punishing you by dressing you in full lingerie, your ass is in garters, heels, full glam makeup, and forcing you to pose for some cell phone pics

-still over here just mentally 🤌🤌🤌 at the idea of Valentino taking male Reader out with him and Angel and you've got matching outfits. You and Angel are in little skimpy, color matching fits while he's in a suit and gold chain, something that makes him feel powerful while he shows off his favorite toys

-I rllllly like the idea of like, a male Reader who is a honeypot assassin. You can be extremely charismatic and charming and seductive but it's all a front; you're an S tier actor and you take your targets down when they least expect it. The Vees are all at the club and some upstart wannabe new Overlord decides to attack and you just JOHN WICK THAT SHIT. Picture the Vees just sitting there, everything is peaceful, suddenly, in a flash, you move your serving tray in front of Valentino just in time to block a bullet. All three Vees are like wtf? How did you even know? What's going on? You proceed to totally wreck shit improvising weapons as the attacker and his goons charge forth and you even wind up grabbing a whip from a nearby dancer and using it as a WEAPON WEAPON and that shit looks like it HURTS. You're out here "Michelle Pfeiffer taking out 5 mannequin heads in one take"ing that shit. You're cutting people IN HALF (because having hell powers is cool leave me alone)

-i like the idea of male Reader who was a professional male model and a bit of a tailor himself, like a real kind of posh art student kind of type. You're with Valentino and Velvette notices how impeccably you're dressed and asks you where you bought it, you just, not so humbly brush yourself off. "Oh no, I made this myself. Nothing down here really fit my tastes" and suddenly you're like, custom designing wardrobes for ALL the Vees

Honestly just "Reader in XYZ Profession is exploited by Val/the Vees for their skills" is an idea I've had a lot. You have a hobby in baking so they always want food from you. You used to cook drugs so they make you work for them. You're a polyglot so youre taken along on business meetings to make sure none of the Vees business partners are planning shit in front of them. Like. Imagine just being the bitch who sits in the corner of the meeting room and shoots project/product ideas at them and it's like ACTUALLY successful and they're totally receptive and like you. You're just "Hey Valentino, what if you and Velvette did a collab on a waterproof mascara where you shot a porno in one continuous take so you can show the actor putting on the mascara, setting it down on the vanity, and then they start choking on a dick and their mascara doesn't run" like. They love you. Vox is just like "so, any new ideas today" and you're just using your VoxTek Premium Exclusive Black Card to cut coke into lines, "*snooooooort* uhhhhh.... I got some ideas for some stupid little mobile games you can put tons of micro transactions in? Like just before i died there was this one game that was getting really popular but it had a lot missing, we could-" and they could all just kiss you

-on God, Fs in the chat for virgin male Readers who have Valentino finally pop that cherry. I feel like he'd find out you've never had so much as fingers in your ass and within that WEEK you're being dosed with love potion and taking him balls deep

-Val's the kinda yandere where he tells you you're safe being closeted with him, he'll keep your secret, he'll let you stay on the downlow, but one day he so much as ASSUMES disrespect from you and he's immediately letting everyone know exactly who you belong you. You're arguing with him and you go completely silent and cross your arms or some shit and he just takes a hit from his cigarette, "you know you looked a lot more handsome when you were screaming on my cock the other night" and outs you just like that, either as gay or as fucking him or both. Imagine Angel not knowing you slept with Val and he immediately gives you this hurt expression BECAUSE HE TOTALLY DOESNT HAVE A THING FOR YOU TOO

-Valentino would absolutely make male Reader and Angel fuck while he watches and or films it, and also tbh I feeeeeeeel like. Angel would be ok with trans or intersex men tbh? Idk. It's not clear exactly what his taste in men is? He doesn't mind when men are shorter than him, so, like, is he a switch? He gives huge switch energy and let's face it, that's one TALL twink. I mean look at him holding Charlie! He's strong for his size too! Pole dancing takes a lot of upper body strength!

Oh no... not me suddenly thinking about a scarier yandere angel dust who is a lot stronger than you thought... Yandere Angel Dust who corners you and takes you completely by surprise and you get a GUTTING display of just how strong his arms actually are. You're thinking "oh he's just some lanky bottom twink, he couldnt overpower me, in fact I'm scared i might hurt him, he's delicate" but like HONEY HE CAN SUPPORT HIS ENTIRE BODY WEIGHT BY JUST HIS ARMS OR THIGHS. He's a FIT twink.

-ive said it before but uh once Angel Has It Bad Enough, like Bad Bad Bad, he's over here, "oh Daddy, I'm just soOoOo scared uxu ya know my buddy Reader, that one ya think is cute? Well, he was drinkin' earlier and he mentioned wanting to move FAR away and he wouldn't tell me WHERE 🥺 I'm just so worried he won't be able to take care of himself, you know, what, with all that trauma about his FATHER and-- oh he didn't tell you? He's really vulnerable to BIG. SCARY MEN and im wooooorrrrrriiiied, what if he gets hurt, talk to him Daddy PleeeeEEeEease? 🥺" like. He might still hate Val's fucking guts but he's high on coke and watching Valentino put some real inches in you and he's having the most explosive guilt-filled nut of his entire afterlife

-im sorry I'm just picturing Reader being like "I'm not fucking gay, fuck off, leave me alone" and Velvette just not even looking up from her phone, "I saw you using that $200 hand cream. You're so deep in the closet you're finding Christmas presents"

"I'm not fucking gay" "amorcito I've seen the pants you like to wear. No straight men wears those"

"I told you guys I'm not into men!!" "That's what I thought too until I met Al- VAL! Until I met VAL! [OuO']"

Then one night you're off work and none of the Vees or even Angel know where you're at and they wind up in a club and, there you are, getting absolutely fucking wasted, on top of one of the counters, you know those clubs that have random pokes everywhere, and you're dancing, you're getting real zesty with it, you're dropping your ass, and here's Valentino jumping to his feet pointing a finger, "so you DO know how to pole dance!!!" and your fate is sealed from there on in 💀💀💀

[megnificent-reads]

A Court of Wings and Ruin - Christ alive/5 ☆

Warning - this review is 1.2k words, and 98% negative. If you love SJM and the ACOTAR series, love that for you /gen. However, for your own mental health, I genuinely would not recommend you read this. For everyone else, and those who hate-read, Let's begin!

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Okay, so I actually rated this 2 stars on Goodreads because I didn’t hate it the whole time but, I’m mad about it so it gets a special rating. ♡

I honestly lament when I was excited to read this book. Being what I refer to as a Lucien Lover (nuanced), I enjoyed a good bit of the beginning of this book. That’s not to say I wholeheartedly enjoyed every word of the first 100 pages of this book. 

So we start with Feyre in the throes of rage, becoming a master manipulator. Now, before I put just a minute or two of thought into it, I loved it. I love a girl tearing shit apart and using intellegence as a form of strength. However… 

Anybody think she was doing a little too much…?

Like, okay, Tamlin fucked up. Big time. I will admit justice is needed! Love when women take back power! But not only dismantling his entire country but turning everyone against him for things that he actually did not do? Crazy! He sucks! But people still live in that country. We still need order! His life is ruined now and I don’t necessarily think all that was necessary. 

Tamlin sidebar: “my father and my father’s father did the Tithe, so I’m going to do it.” Didn’t you acknowledge two books ago that your father sucks absolute ass? What fucking sense does that make? How in the first book was he the Perfect Moral Man that now can’t see the very evident immorality in the shit you’re doing. Anywhoozers. 

So, Feyre has her cool girl moments and returns to the Night Court. In book one, I was bored out of my mind until we arrived in Rhys-land. (Good one). This time, it was like the moment we arrived here the magic was lost. I was no longer excited to read. And honestly, I think the big issue was actually our beloved bat-boy, Rhysand.

I don’t know her personally, so this is not an attack on her character, but I’m starting to feel like SJM writes Rhysand based off of her fantasy version of what a man is like. Dominating, but soft and loving. Perfectly moral. Capable of evil, deplorable things, but too loving of people and their dreams to be that way. I’m going to be referring to it as PMS (Perfect Man Syndrome). 

Many of her men (sorry, males) are unfortunate PMS victims, but Rhysand is by far the worst. I wish I had underlined it when I was reading so I could cite it, but there’s just something about his actions. He is PMSing so hard that he doesn’t develop at all. He was old enough to be grown during the faerie-UK version of the Amercian Civil War where of course he was anti-slavery the entire time despite being raised by people who appeared to be violent racists. Good for our educated king. He also, of course, runs a sanctuary for abused women. 

Of course, I’m not saying that being anti-slavery and supporting abused women is bad. I love it. But like… be real with me here. I know that this is fictional. It’s not real. We can be happy here. But can I have some dimension, please? This man is the personality version of Flat Stanley. We had two conflicts between them since they got together and both were resolved by Rhys nearly getting on his knees and saying everything is his fault and he’s so sorry. The first conflict was just her thinking she stepped out of her Womenly Line and him not even knowing there was an issue. 

He’s just so. Fucking. Boring. 

Moving on. ♡.

Let’s talk about what makes me so goddamn angry about this book. I’ve seen complaints about SJM where other people are saying that other people call her books feminist literature. I personally have never heard anybody say that, but if I did, I don’t know if I would be able to control the rant that would ensue.  

I’m willing to have a civilized conversation, but I don’t remember Feyre actually doing anything. Yes, SJM puts her women in positions of power. Do they use said power? Maybe once or twice. 

Amren is an ex-god with powers above any character we’ve met so far. We see it used I think once. The rest of the time is spent talking about her power and her holding down the fort at Velaris while everyone else is off to war. 

Morrigan - also very powerful (described only). I remember her power being “truth” and never elaborating on that. She is a known soldier, that doesn’t fight. 

During the two huge battles, Feyre, Nesta, and Morrigan are on the ground while Rhys, Cassian, and Azriel are in the air fighting. After the first battle, Feyre is seen tending to her beloved mate’s wounds, Nesta is fetching water for Cassian, and Morrigan is getting mad at Nesta for wanting to fuck Cassian. So strong of all of them. 

Azriel is there doing… nothing. Which he has a habit of doing. Speaking of habits, SJM will create characters that I like because I’m excited to see how they will grow and develop. 

She then proceeds to do nothing with them.

I know more books are coming, as they will with SJM until the end of time, but it’s starting to drag. I love Elain. Well, I love what Elain could be. She’s a seemingly fragile, docile character. With her Seer powers, I was excited to see her notice the world around her sucks and develop into somone capable of holding their own. Instead, she uses her powers to relay some cryptic messages that no one heeds or even tries to, then she “snaps out of it” and can’t really do anything else. 

Azriel has a tragic backstory and seemingly a big story to tell. God, I wish I could ever fucking hear it. 

This is getting exceptionally long, but I remembered I had a list of things I wanted from ACOWAR and didn’t receive, so I’ll pick one more thing off. 

The Ouroboros. Out of all symbols, the Ouroboros is my favorite. Cycles and inevitability and all that. We spend a good chunk of this book leading up to Feyre retrieving this. It drives everyone mad. Only the strongest can look in it and survive. I was so excited to see what she saw! What the battle with herself would be like! How does she overcome it?

I guess we’ll never know.

She ended up seeing… herself? I guess she wasn’t previously aware of her flaws and then simply accepted them. Would love to have seen it!

And to finally end this review, I think the Ouroboros is a good symbol of every issue I have with this book. There’s so much build up and excitement that ultimately leads nearly no explanation. It’s like there’s ideas and concepts but then no idea how to execute them.

I won’t be reading ACOFAS or ACOSF or anything else. I already didn’t want to, then I found out about the pregnancy thing and. Yeah. I think I’m good off that.

[moondal514]

10 Fandoms, 10 Characters, 10 People

Thanks for the tag @jaywalkers <3. I love your list of characters, you’ve got great taste : )

Rules: name 10 of your favourite characters from 10 different fandoms, then tag 10 people to do the same

1) Andrew Minyard from All For the Game

My blorbo of all time probably. No character has given me brainrot and writing inspiration the way he does and likely no character ever will. This post sums up his appeal perfectly

2) Lan Wangji from Mo Dao Zu Shi

My newest blorbo from my most recently joined fandom. What can I say, I’m a sucker for incredibly queer competent stoic prob neurodivergent men that are absolutely insane about one person. When I watch the MDZS donghua, I literally have to pause every time he comes on the screen just so I can stare at him a bit, so you could say I’m a bit obsessed

3) Kim Theerapanyakul from KinnPorsche

He’s this weird little guy that is simultaneously the most competent character in the show and the biggest cringe-fail loser. He looks so suave and cool on the surface with his whole Taylor Swift by day mafia prince detective by night thing but then you realize he’s actually a complete nerd with a whole ass literal murder conspiracy board hidden behind a giant selfie portrait of himself and I love him so much (also he’s played by Jeff Satur, who makes my aesthetic attraction senses go haywire, but that’s neither here nor there)

4) Kyuzo from Samurai 7

My 1st fictional crush and prob my earliest blorbo. My type in favorite fictional male character (hypercompetent stoic character that doesn’t talk much with bonus points for iconic hair) can 100% be attributed to him. His story was the earliest villain redemption arc I can remember encountering in media (this was the 1st anime I ever watched so I was like 4 or 5 when I 1st saw this guy) and so for me I always think of him when I see people talking about iconic redemption arcs (sorry Zuko)

5) Midorima Shintarou from Kuroko no Basket

At the peak of my high school sports anime phase, this guy was my favorite. He’s tall, he’s green, he’s an anime glasses character™️, he’s tsundere, he’s prissy, he’s weird af, he’s got one of the most bonkers basketball skills ever, and he’s even an astrology girlie. What’s not to love

6) Merlin from BBC Merlin

BBC Merlin is the fandom that sucked me in at a time where I thought I was growing out of fandom and fanfic (spoiler alert: I very much was not) and it’s responsible for completely changing my relationship with fandom into something much more intense than it was previously. And it’s all thanks to this funky skinny wizard man who for whatever reason captivated me enough that I read hundreds of thousands of fan-created words about him for nearly a year and a half

7) Jasnah Kholin from The Stormlight Archive

She’s one of the rare canonically asexual female characters, and she’s even from a major fantasy book series too! I fixated on this character long before I knew I was ace (though perhaps that should’ve been a clue lol), mostly because I just thought she was so cool and I found her whole “why would I want a relationship when I’m busy with all this shit to study” attitude so relatable

8) Katara from Avatar: The Last Airbender

I wanted to be her so badly when I was a kid y’all have no idea. She just made such an impression on me because she’s so cool and so strong but also unapologetically and obviously feminine and that really struck a chord with young me and is prob the reason why I didn’t really have a “not like the other girls” phase cuz she was revolutionary for little me’s idea of how a “girl” can be. To this day she is the character that to me has the coolest powers ever

9) Cassandra of Troy from Greek Mythology

It’s prob weird to include her but I was a real greek mythology girlie (in that I was into it before Percy Jackson came out) and Cassandra has always my favorite. The tragedy of her story has always been very appealing to me and upsettingly relatable in a lot of ways

10) Kym Ladell from Purple Hyacinth

Ms. Kym one of those characters that’s ostensibly the comedic relief except nope she’s hiding oceans of pain under her smile. She’s got trauma and a tragic backstory that she hides from the rest of the main characters in one of the strongest “this is fine” performances you’ve ever seen

Tagging: @stabbyfoxandrew @alcego @paradoxolotl @halfpintpeach @justadreamfox @wulfrann @quensty @ittyybittybaker @seasy33 @nanatsuyu

[booasaur]

SPOILERS for Warrior Episode 4

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Where to fucking start with this episode? The beginning of the episode broke my heart all over again. So much death and destruction! Even worse is the rift it caused between Ah Toy and Nellie. Ah Toy blaming Nellie and herself for indulging in this fantasy that was too good to be true. It’s easier for Nellie to be optimistic with her privilege as a wealthy white lady. In season 2 she pushed Nellie away because it wasn’t safe in Chinatown. Now she’s pushing Nellie away because it’s not  safe for them outside of Chinatown. Ah Toy leaving after telling Nellie “Happy mean nothing if you are dead.” Fucking hell. 

Ah Toy going back to Chinatown and immediately throwing herself back into work. Staring in the mirror, the bruises on her face. Covering up her wounds and trauma with makeup, wearing her dress like armor. Back to square one again and it sucks. It was sweet when Ah Sahm came to see her though. We also see the darkness in Lai rising again, poor baby. I guessed that Ah Toy’s line was gonna be the title, “In Chinatown, no one think about forever.”

Finally, Nellie is crushed when that judge took her away their land as “imminent domain.” She starting to see the limits of her power as a wealthy white woman, because of sexism. The fucking audacity of Dickhead to be like “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Nellie was unhinged and dragged his ass in front of everyone. Flashbacks to Penny and Buckley last season…please don’t throw her in an asylum! It wasn’t surprising that he bribed the judge. If he did that, then what’s the point of attacking the vineyard and killing innocent women?? Male ego and pettiness, that’s what!

I hope we’ll see Ah Toy and Nellie  together again next episode. They need each other more than ever now! Ah Toy will get revenge eventually, so Dickhead better watch out!

Yeah, the opening was brutal, and the thing is, normally I'd think Ah Toy is reacting more to her internalized fear and indeed, punishing herself for daring to wish for more, for herself, but in the end she's right. Usually Nellie WOULD be able to use her lawyers and money would win, but you can't win against someone who's just as white and wealthy as you and also male and who wants power and uses that to influence others. It's such a good point, why attack when you were already going to get the land? Just plain evil.

Indeed, now, I'm not sure what the plot is for Nellie going forward. They probably won't repeat something from before, but her role on the show is tied so strongly to Ah Toy, what is there for her if they're separated? And as much as I wish they are back together in the next ep, I think this is the part of that review where Ah Toy is going to be depressed, because in effect she has lost Nellie. If she were to get that support again, I feel like that would help resolve her arc too quickly. I think there's more of downward spiral in store for her, for all of them, until enough is enough.

But, you know, that actually makes me more hopeful for Nellie's future, at least at the moment. It's absolutely very possible that she does die in the next eps, but there's no narrative weight to it now, she's already lost everything, and she and Ah Toy are already separated. Its biggest impact would have been when they were happy together, so in ep 3, actually. Now... I'm just not sure.

That scene of Ah Toy putting on the makeup was so good! Sad but very effective and honestly, kind of beautiful. Although, see, that's where I think it IS her punishment for herself and inability to accept she deserves more that stops Ah Sahm, because, well, why not assassinate him? They've done it before. But I guess that's literally her season's arc. It'll happen, hopefully, even if later on, that's the "getting even" part the review addresses.

[happytapirstudio]

March 2024 Book Log

(bold means new this month)

Bosnia: A Short History by Noel Malcolm

Chronicles of Ancient Darkness Book 6: Ghost Hunter by Michelle Paver (reread, finished)

Crowded Volume 2: Glitter Dystopia by Sebela et al. (finished)

Dactyl Hill Squad by Daniel José Older (unfinished)

Dinosaur Summer by Greg Bear

Graceling by Kristin Cashore

Orochi Volume 2 by Kazou Umezz

Ranger's Apprentice Book 1: The Ruins of Gorlan by John Flanagan (reread, finished)

Ranger's Apprentice Book 2: The Burning Bridge by John Flanagan

So CoAD 6 and the first Ranger's Apprentice both got read in a single weekend each. This is strange for CoAD because book 5 took me several months, for some reason, despite being an embarrassingly slim book. I think once I finished 5 I was like "the end is in sight LET'S GO" and just took off. Also I had a dream after finishing book 5 that the series had been adapted into a movie and it sucked ass. I'm telling you, this series had a grip on my entire psyche. Felt a shaking sense of loss and nostalgia when I finally finished it, but then I remembered Paver wrote three more books in 2020. My diseases shall continue...

Now Ranger's Apprentice is a weird one, because I genuinely do not like this series, but I think it was the exact genre and/or brand of mediocrity that I needed at the time I picked it up. Both that series and Graceling are books I remember my high school friends reading and loving, and they actually have a lot in common. They're essentially reverse sides of the same coin: the coin that represents the state of YA fantasy in the 2000s. That is... Boy Fantasy (TM) ...and... Girl Fantasy (TM) (C) (R).

As always I could say a lot but I'll restrain myself. Neither of these books/subgenres are ones I particularly enjoy reading or writing, but it's for that precise reason (in addition their overall prevalence in the YA scene) that I'm drawn to them. I need to know how they tick. I need to pick them apart page by page.

My briefest review of Ranger's Apprentice is that it's possessed by the spirit of passive misogyny. That is to say, male characters far outnumber female, and the few women we do see are constantly measured by their attractiveness to male characters. Thus far, we've yet to meet any ladies who are framed as obnoxious or villainous because of their female traits (i.e. shrill, cunning, bossy, sexy-evil), but I wouldn't hold my breath. Insanely enough, I think I'd find that much less misogynistic than this bouquet of sweet-smelling Women (c) (TM) who are So Very Pretty and can Do No Wrong and Never Ever Say Anything Mean Whatsoever.

Also I always find it interesting when a series chooses to have the antagonist's supporting forces be largely composed of "stupid" monsters simply taking orders from a single Big Bad. Definitely a major characteristic to me of the "Boy Fantasy" genre. To me it automatically makes the story much more shallow. It takes a certain power away from the battles, because at that point you're not killing soldiers, you're disabling robots and racking up points. And it (deliberately and understandably so) removes any difficulties from the concept of killing, which takes the interesting edges off all these rugged warrior-men and turns them into a pack of two-dimensional action figures. This is the blonde one. This is the one who gets mad at other people. This is the fat one.

Oh. Do not get me started on the fatphobia in this series lmao.

Compare that to Graceling, where (chapter 1-level spoilers here) the main character is a girl gifted with superhuman strength, speed, and reflexes, making her an exceptional fighter and killer. Her uncle, the king, uses her as an assassin to punish those who've wronged him. She has a body count that would put half the cast in Ranger's Apprentice to shame, but she's not exactly proud of it the way they would be.

In fact, her feelings about herself and her powers are very complicated...she sees herself as a monster, a dog who works for her uncle. She tends to isolate herself from others in a way that comes across as conceit. For the most part, she is proud of her skills, partly because she's spent so much time honing them, and partly because she truly is better at what she does than basically anyone else alive. But she knows she's ruining lives for her uncle. She recognizes her enemies are people just like her, not campy villains or flat stereotypes. She understands that she isn't just taking a life or breaking a finger, she's effecting change that impacts the lives of everyone around them. For this, she resents her uncle, and she especially hates her inability to resist his commands. She can't imagine herself as anything other than an outcast because of her gift and her history.

That's not to say Graceling is without its own set of flaws, but I definitely take its story and characters more seriously than those of Ranger's Apprentice.

[unfortunate-brat]

Obsession

Pairing: Deanmon x Reader

Word Count: 2k

Summary: Dean can’t stop thinking about Y/N, the way her lips look wrapped around his length, to how her tits bounce with every thrust and how sweet her pussy tastes on his tongue. Every waking and sleeping second is spent on Y/N, though Deanmon can’t see it as a problem, one might just call it outright obsession. A perverted one indeed

Warnings: unprotected sex, dirty talk, fingering, DARK FIC!, Rape, non dub con, non con, lewd videos, oral sex, blow job, perverted fantasies, drinking whiskey from breasts, male masturbation, unhealthy obsession, stalker!deanmon, violence, threatening, mentions of torture, Daddy!kink, slight breeding kink, twisted Dean, daydreams, blending of reality & fantasy, cussing, creepy moments

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“ That’s it, keep going sweetheart.” The demon’s dark eyes watch as the woman takes him whole, cheeks hallowed out and doe eyes on him. Wearing nothing but a red thong and heart pasties, feet still in her heels and make up starting to smear from his hand. “ Just born to suck on my fucking cock huh?”

The things this woman could do with her tongue, and those lips, oh it drove the demon insane! The way her mouth parted as he fucked into her womb, marking up the once beautiful skin to his own canvas covered in red paint. How her body immediately submitted to him when he requested, Chuck knew what he was doing when making this woman.

Yes, everything was tailored right down to this moment. This recurring moment of having her impaled on his thick cock, mewl after mewl escaping her as he sucked on her breasts. Smacking the flesh before going back, the liquid inside dripping down his chin. “ You know human me would have never, ever lived to see actual whiskey in tits and drink from it. Right from his favorite source. Too weak of a man to take what he wanted but baby,” His eyes flash to black. “ I’m better now, and this body is mine for the taking. Right sweetheart?”

And as he looks up, Y/N’s face greets him with a groan. “ Yes, my body is yours.”

“ Nuh Uh, how did I train you to talk sweetheart? You’re forgetting your special word.” His palm collided against her ass cheek and the sting raced down to her core.

“ Yes, my body is yours Daddy.”

The demon lets out a loud chuckle, “ Now that’s more like it! See how good it feels to listen to me? Betcha life was shit before I came and rescued my babygirl, gave her a purpose again and a fat cock to worship. Didn’t I?”

“ Y-Yes Daddy.”

“ And folks she hits a home run again, what a lucky gal. Now I’m not quite done with these toys so you hold on tight for me gorgeous, cause this ride is about to get bumpy.”

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“ Dean!”

“ What?!” His response is that of an angsty teen, yelling back after being disturbed by an annoying parent for some silly chore. It’s how the demon looked at Crowley, thinking nothing but negative thoughts about the King of Hell.

With pants put on, noting to do something later, he walks into the corridors of the land below, and no not the lovely home of an Aussie. Used to the screams of torment of millions upon millions of souls, crying out in agony for any help at all. Dean recalled for a brief second that his voice once joined them, feeling powerless under the extensive torture of Alastair, the same man who also gave him a new power. Darkness.

Inside the throne room, he stares down at the other demons, who cower before the male, aware of his growing strength and then scurry away. Much to the their King’s disliking though it gives them an open opportunity to speak.

“ How about we go on another field trip Dean? A new bar, new broads, a couple games of pool.” He doesn’t mind the time having quality bonds with one another, but knows it’s to keep the newly appointed knight of hell within control, on so called leash. The other demons, they whispered along the corridors of a time where Crowley would be overthrown by his own monster, the man he helped bring back to work under his reign. Just rumors really, but a King can never be too careful and this one made sure to cover all loose ends.

“ You called me all the way over here just to hang out?” The demon rolled his eyes, of course Crowley wanted to keep him around just in case. Dean wasn’t stupid, he can smell the fear of being overthrown by his own Frankenstein and did the demon care? No. Besides, if Crowley was overthrown, he was gonna do it right.

“ Why not? Did you have any better plans?” Crowley held his head high, acting as if Deanmon could be replaced with anyone if rejected. It’s a reverse psychology used on children but it’s not like Dean was acting any more mature than one. Perverted was already on the list, you couldn’t pay Crowley a thousand dollars to barge into his room or to witness what the creep could be dreaming. He knew, oh he knew what and who Deanmon was obsessing over. Practically turning into an animal just to chase the dream of having her by his side. The usual cut out of Playboy all had their faces replaced by Y/N herself. Pictures he snapped and cup out from the original photo, tapped on while Dean most likely jerked off to it.

Requesting the best television from the demons just to watch the so called “ movies ” he had when Crowley had discovered them to be recordings, and not just any. Some of Y/N getting dressed, others while she slept and the most disturbing of them all, Dean playing with her sleeping body. Curling his thick digits inside as soft whimpers fell from her mouth. Tongue lapping at the mess and ripping her panties off, only to be found under the demon’s pillow. A true monster in the making and Crowley wasn’t one to worry over humans but for Y/N, he felt as though something needed to be done to pretty her life.

“ That’s my business Crowley but last time I checked,” The demon stalks closer, leaning in to grab at his shirt collar, raising a brow. “ Being brought back as a demon, I didn’t consent to being your best friend. So do me a favor, if you call for me, making sure it’s important.” And with that, Dean let’s go with a chilling smirk, making Crowley’s skin prickle with goosebumps if his corpse wasn’t dead but could sense them form anyways as the knight leaves the room. Forcing the King to do a reality check, Dean Winchester was gone.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ────── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ──

He finds himself at the foot of her bed, looking at her sleeping form with a sigh. She chose to wear nothing to bed, just how the demon liked it best, though missed the fun of pulling the lace to the side and have his way.

For the first time, Dean leaned over, caressing her cheek softly with a soft promise on his lips. “ I’ll make you mine soon sweetheart, don’t you worry.” Those same fingers that were gentle a moment ago had made their familial path down to her core, right there for the taking. Making it all too easy for his two thick digits to push in, working her open and nose get hit with the scent of her sweet arousal.

He has to taste her, and spotting the bottle of gummies in the corner, knows the woman would be too asleep to notice. Going in for the kill, his digits drill into her core and tongue laps up the taste of her. Never satisfied, always needing more than what was given to him at a time. Slurping and feasting so much he knows Y/N will be sore tomorrow, yet not just from his tongue alone.

Pulling away, he strips, releasing his aching member and stroking the length of steel, thumb smearing the precum over the tip. “ Gonna fill your cunt up with my cum sweetheart, wouldn’t you like that?” The thumb of precum, he uses to gather up more precum and runs it over her lips, letting out a dark chuckle. “ Come on pretty girl, isn’t this what you’ve always wanted? For Daddy to treat you so good?” He lines the head at her entrance, taking a deep breath before pushing in. Immediately bottoming out and drooling as his face comes into contact with her breasts, nipples hardened into pebbles. “ Oh babygirl, you got these all hard because of me?”

He talks as if she’ll speak back to him, despite her sleeping though his fantasies mix in with reality and before realizing what was occurring, sees Y/N smirking back up at him. “ Always wet for you Daddy. You make my pussy feel so good, want you to stuff me up with so much cum please.” She brings her hands over her sensitive breasts, kneading the flesh right before his eyes. “ And while you fuck me, you can have a drink of whiskey from these, just like you always do.”

Growling, he makes the first thrust and latches onto one, though to outsiders she is not awake, Dean is too far into his head to notice the difference. Either way, what mattered was that Y/N was going to be branded as his. “ Damn sweetheart, you’re just spoiling me at this point. Don’t mind if I fucking do.”

His thrusts are powerful, making the bed frame hit the wall repeatedly and though the loud noise might wake up a sleeping form, Y/N is still out cold. Though despite unconscious, Dean can feel how tight her pussy grips him, greedy in how it swallowed his dick whole as more arousal leaked out of her cunt. Made to fit around him like a glove. “ Fuck babygirl, tighter than a virgin. Just how I like ya, and remember, who does this cunt belong to?”

He spreads her legs open as wide as they’ll go, balls slapping against the globes of her ass as Dean chases at his approaching orgasm. “ This is Daddy’s cunt, his cunt alone. No one else can touch.”

Seemingly so close yet still lacking a portion to travel. “ Good girl, so obedient for me today. How about I fuck you seven ways to Sunday huh? Against the window for all the neighbors to see that I’m the only one who makes you feel this good. No one else. You want that?”  He grips on tit in his hand, the flesh sitting nicely in his palm as she squeals a yes, so quick to respond and it drove him mad with lust.

“ Gonna overthrow that bastard of a King and become superior babygirl. You’ll be my beautiful Queen, tending to my every fucking need. Even when I need my cock sucked by those lips.” He kisses them, growling when her inner walls tighten again. “ That’s it, want you to coat my dick in your juices, I want it all.”

Yet what the demon failed to realize was that sometimes, the things we want are meant to be desired for a reason. To be left behind someday and not taken advantage of, not forcibly taking into one’s own hands outs of selfish and obsessive needs. Just as Deanmon was pounding away into Y/N’s cunt now.

This unsatisfied monster he had become has taken too much control, humanizing and restoring the former hunter that resided could mean death. Too much guilt to process, the chance of being so disgusted with one self, they can’t bear to be standing much longer. It’s not right, what Deanmon was doing was far beyond the path of righteousness. This wasn’t who he was meant to be, what the Michael sword was supposed to be doing. Yet as a God who left his children behind to fend for themselves, Dean continues to drown in sin. With no way out for himself.

As he lays claim to the woman in the bed, Dean watches the cum ooze out of her abused hole, though he scoops it with a finger to push back in. “ Nuh Uh, if I want to have an heir someday, you’re gonna have to keep all my seed in sweetheart.” With care, in a twisted element, he has her close both legs, kissing her pearl before pulling the blanket over the Y/N’s sleeping form with a sly grin. “ Sleep tight, you’ll need to be well rested for your King when he rescues you from this miserable life.” And like the howl of the wind outside, thunder rumbling in the distance, Dean disappears. Promise to return echoed into the air.

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Morning In Bed (Naga x Reader)

Pairing: Trans Male!Reader/Male!Naga

Genre: Fantasy, Domestic, Fluff,

Warnings: 18+ Content up ahead! Impregnation, Oviposition, slight Breeding Kink,

Word Count: 1549 words

Summary: You spend another relaxing morning bed with your husband, with a couple of (welcome) surprises along the way

Request: Hey! I'd love to see something nsfw between a naga and a trans male reader. Could you write about the reader getting impregnated, and/or the actual egg laying process if that's not too much.

When you first built your house with your husband, Venthr, he had two requests:

One, for your bedroom to have a wall facing the West, right next to the side of your California King Mattress. Two, that there be a large window on that same wall, to allow the morning rays to heat up your bed and act like a giant sun lamp when you both wake up. You had agreed readily, because even though you loved cuddling with your husband, his cold-blood always had you layering on pajama pants and cozy socks, prepared for a cold compress pressed to your side the whole night.

The sun feels especially nice this morning, with Venthr’s tail wrapped around your legs, shoving away the warmth of your duvet and focusing solely on feeling up your lower half. You crack one eye open as Venthr lays hot kisses on your neck, his claws slightly grazing your hip as he massages it from behind.

“Well, look who's become a morning person.” Your murmur, face still half shoved into a pillow. From the corner of your eye you can see Venthr smile, his long fangs peeking out from between his lips, which he then wets with a long swipe of his tongue.

“It’s pretty easy with you pressed up next to me.” Venthr whispers, pressing another steaming kiss to your neck, his tail slightly constricting as his chilled piercings send goosebumps across your neck. You giggle as Venthr nips at a particularly sensitive spot, reaching your hand back to tangle in his messy red hair. It hangs loose from his scrunchie, long strands framing his face and falling over his shoulders.

Venthr cuddles even closer to your body, soaking up your body heat and nudging your backside with his-

“Speaking of morning.” You wiggle your eyebrows, Venthr chuckling and rolling his eyes. He’s acting pretty smarmy for a man whose dick is pressed right up against your ass. “What, is my drool that irresistible?”

“Would it be weird or romantic if I said yes?”

“Depends on your tone of voice, I suppose.”

You contort your shoulders so you can kiss Venthr on the lips, a breathy sigh escaping you as he begins to slowly rut against your backside. His cock, unsheathed, lays hot on your low back, the tip of his tail rubbing your ankles as he leans deeper into the kiss.

In between fervent kisses, Venthr whispers, “Do you want to try this morning?”

You nod, Venthr’s affection stirring a tingling current up your body and down into your toes as he grinds even harder.

“Y-yeah, yeah I would.”

Venthr doesn’t bother responding with a snarky remark, not about how easily you become putty his hand or how maybe the both of you are now morning people; He just trails his long claws up your hips and your stomach, crawling under your pajama t-shirt and pulling it up as he goes.

The two of you had been considering having a child and had only recently started trying for one; Or, with his biology, a couple. While you two had no problems being ‘motivated’, so to speak, it had been more difficult for his eggs to take to your human biology. His cum would usually leak out of you without any of his eggs properly latching inside. The process was a little messy, but nothing some high grade bleach and plenty of sheets couldn’t handle.

You sigh as Venthr returns to his passionate sucking on your neck, his claws flicking over your nipples as he slowly spreads your legs with his tail. The smooth muscles massage your lower body as the contort and force you open, his cock finding it’s place in between your thighs.

“Gods, I love those noises you make baby.” Venthr all but groans into your ear, fingers finding purchase on your chest and twisting your nipples. You shove your face into your pillow, somehow still embarrassed by your own grunts and moans as your husband fondles you. Venthr’s chuckle vibrates against your neck as his left hand leaves your chest and moves towards your bedside cabinet. He hastily pulls open a drawer and takes out the lube, spreading it over his fingers for you to see. “I’ll get you prepped, but from what I can feel down here,” he punctuates with a hump against you, rubbing his slick cock against your juices, “I don’t think you’ll need much.”

You playfully hit his shoulder, but your muscles tingle from the pleasure and make the impact a love-tap at best. Venthr laughs again, relishing in your sounds of pleasure as he slowly walks his hand down your body. The cold lube smearing against your navel sending goosebumps all over your body.

“Y-you’re wasting t-the expensive kind, babe.”

“All for you, sweet cheeks.”

Venthr’s long fingers finally reach your crotch, spreading you open and playing with your sensitive spot before inserting two of his fingers. Your breath catches in your throat and Venthr takes the opportunity to smother you in a french kiss, fingers increasing their pace. You can taste the metal of his tongue piercing, gasping around his own moans as he finds that particular spot within you. The callouses of his palms put perfect pressure on your insides, the bottom of his palm spaying special attention to your crotch.

You feel the familiar climbing sensation of an orgasm ripple through your abdomen after a couple minutes, causing you to pat Venthr’s arm and breathily whine his name. Venthr pulls his fingers out of you with an audible slick.

“You think you’re ready? Ready to take me, all of me?”

You nod against Venthr’s neck, mind in a pleasured haze, tugging on his tail to bring his cock even closer. Venthr kisses your pulse point. “Alright, just let me know if you need to stop, okay?”

Venthr’s tail slowly shifts apart your legs even farther, the tick of his cock brushing against your entrance as he adjusts his upper half. His hand, now covered in your cum and some lube, lovingly brushes against your abdomen. With a final kiss, Venthr begins to slowly insert himself into you.

You hold your breath as Venthr’s swollen cock fills you out, the cold base of scales bumping against your backside as he bottoms out. A rumbling moan comes from his chest when he feels the way you clench around him. Venthr continues to massage your hips and begins to increase his pace once he feels your muscles relaxing. The two of you let out a series of low grunts and sighs as the tip of his dick pressures against that sensitive spot inside you. Venthr shoves his face in the crook of your shoulder, whispering a ‘fuck’ as a trail of drool begins to pool out of his mouth.

“You’re going to be-” Grunt ‘-such a good fucking dad.” Ungh “I can’t wait to see you, filled to the brim, petting your stomach.” Aah “Chaperoning those dorky school trips, going to overpriced amusement parks.” Fuck.

With your husband’s cock pounding you into oblivion, you barely have the mental capacity to comment on his dirty talk, your responses limited to slurred  ‘uh-huh’s and yelps. Venthr’s tail struggles to keep their grip on your sweaty legs, desperately wrapping tighter and tighter as your bed begins to shake with the power of his thrusts. The bedsprings squeal as he grabs the top of the headboard, holding up his upper body so he can fuck you even harder. Your fingers clench around the bed sheets, knuckles white while Venthr’s movements become sloppier and sloppier, the returning feeling of climax bubbling up in your core.

“You’re gonna look so handsome with my eggs inside you, baby. I know it, fuck!” You throw your right calf around Venthr’s tail, pushing him even deeper inside of you as your pleasure climbs to higher and higher heights, moving your own hips in tandem with your husbands. Both your moan’s raise in pitch, your bed frame slamming against the wall with cacophonous bangs. Venthr’s sharp nails comb through your hair as presses a sloppy kiss to your forehead, more of his saliva dripping from his mouth and onto your face.“Fuck, fuck! I’m cumming, I’m cumming baby, I’m gonna-”

Your orgasm rocks your body, aftershocks shaking your very bones as Venthr’s thick, gelatinous sperm fills you up. The globes of unfertilized eggs push past your cervix and send another wave of trembling shivers down your spine, forcing your eyes to roll into the back of your head.

The two of you stay in that final position for a couple of seconds, Venthr’s dick pushing and holding his eggs inside you as your eyes slowly come back into focus. Venthr’s heart beats quickly, the vibrations pulsing against your back as his tail muscles stay constricted around your legs, holding them in your breeding position. But once the endorphins run out and your muscles begin to ache, the two of you collapse into a sweaty, cuddly pile.

The silence lingers even as your reason returns from post-sex euphoria, Venthr absentmindedly petting your rib cage and caressing your thighs.

“You know, I think my dirty talk made all the difference.”

You smack Venthr’s hand, playful and weak. Venthr laughs.

Just another morning in bed with your husband.

[little-diable]

Sweetheart - Alpha!Negan (smut)

Request by anon: I’d love a Negan with a/b/o dynamics? There enough of them set during apocalypse so maybe one in an AU where he’s a professor at university and omega is a student. Negan being the sassy daddy we love, of course.

My first ever try at writing Alpha!Negan, enjoy my loves. xxx

Summary: The professor finally manages to lure the Omega he can’t stop thinking about in

Warnings: Alpha!Negan x Omega!Reader, professor x student, smut, 18+, unprotected sex, knotting, Negan being Negan, Reader is of age ofc 

“Focus you dickheads” he chuckled, ripping most of his students out of their trances. His voice boomed through the room, dark green eyes focused on the body of students, they were hanging onto his every word, following the professors every move with their gazes. 

The girls were admiring him, trying to picture what it would feel like to be marked by the alpha, high on the intoxicating scent of his. But no, Professor Negan didn’t care about them, of course he loved to feel their gazes on him, loved to meet those lovesick eyes of the female and some male students, but he only had eyes for one very specific omega.  

She was quiet, would turn in her homework right on time, wouldn’t mingle with the rest of the students, keeping to herself most of the time. (Y/f/n) (y/l/n), the name alone made his length twitch, made him wonder how soft her voice would be as she’d beg for his knot, kneeling in front of him, lips swollen from sucking him dry, drops of cum would drip down her chin, getting mixed up with her saliva. God, he’d do anything to have his way with her. 

(Y/n) was dreaming about the tall, mysterious history professor just as much, touching herself late at night, crying out a high pitched “alpha” as her orgasm would rumble through her, knocking all air out of the omega. Though she’d never find the bravery to actually do something about her fantasies, she wasn’t one to overstep boundaries, wasn’t a rule breaker, at least not till the day where she actually needed his help. 

“Professor?” he had to stop his deep growl from rolling off his tongue, inhaling as he turned towards her with a smirk on his lips, “what can I do for you (y/n)?”. 

Heat pooled between her thighs from the way he rasped out her name, made her clutch her bag a bit tighter. “I don’t understand Louis' true intentions when it comes to the war of devolution” she cleared her throat, struggling to concentrate on her question, mind wandering back to all those nights she’d imagine his slender fingers around her neck. 

“You need to understand-” Negan shifted his weight backwards, pressed against his table as he crossed his arms in front of his chest, “he was greedy for power, jealous of Spain's hegemonic power”. 

He let his eyes wander for a moment, roaming up and down her frame, hooked onto her short skirt, wondering how soft the skin of her inner thighs would feel underneath his fingertips. Her scent engulfed him, Negan could feel his length swell, growing with every passing second, begging to knot her, to claim her as his. 

“Come here sweetheart” he reached a hand out for her to take, pulling her closer, tongue darting out to wet his lips as he grasped his book, pointing towards the page he had spoken about earlier on. Negan tried to find anything he could distract her with, his fingers were itching, the need to touch her grew, he deeply inhaled, eyes rolling back for a moment as he collected himself. 

Though she kept her (y/e/c) eyes focused on the page she felt his gaze on her, dropping lower to her behind, god, how much she wanted to feel his large hands on her skin, to let him have his way with her. The moment he pressed himself closer a small whimper bubbled out of her, eyes fluttering close, hands grasping the table, keeping herself from pressing her behind against his front. 

He could smell the arousal dripping out of her, with one swift move Negan had placed his big hands on her sides, crotch perfectly rubbing against her ass, he didn’t care about any consequences, didn’t care about anything, besides the whimpering Omega he had just touched. “Professor” (y/n) breathed out, circling her hips, crying out at the feeling of his length nudged against her plaid skirt, how easy it would be for the alpha to rip the fabric apart, to bury himself into her tightness. 

“Such a perfect little omega, tell me sweetheart, have you been thinking about this?” he leaned forward, hot breath crashing against her ear, shooting tingles right down to her heat. “Yes” he didn’t need to hear anything else, Negan’s hands wandered up to her cleavage, unbuttoning the first buttons of her blouse as he kept on pressing his front against her back. 

“Did you touch yourself to the thought of this? Dreaming about pleasing your alpha?” his voice dropped lower and lower with every button he popped open, till her blouse fell off her shoulders, lacy bra keeping her boobs in place. “So many times prof-” he snarled, turning her around, eyes finding hers, “you’ll call me alpha”. (Y/n)s head rolled back, eyes fluttering close as Negan pushed his front against hers, length placed on top of her core. 

“I need you alpha” her panties were soaked through by now, dripping for her alpha and his knot, praying that he’d take her right there and then, urged on by the fear of somebody interrupting them, the fear of getting punished for their reckless behavior. “Soon, but first I need you to be a good lil’ omega for me, onto your knees sweetheart” he unbuckled his belt, pulled his rock hard length out of his trousers, tip deep red, waiting for her lips to wrap themselves around him. 

She’d follow his every command, wouldn’t dare protest as the alpha spoke to her. Her knees were aching as she dropped onto the cold floor, hands wandering up his legs, till they found his shaft, exploring their newfound territory. “Don’t be shy sweetheart” Negan combed a hand through her hair, forcing her closer, to open her mouth for his throbbing length. 

Her tongue lapped at his tip, moaning at the taste of his saltiness, (y/n) curled her fingers around his member, took care of the parts her mouth couldn’t reach, gagging and sobbing for him as he disappeared down her throat. An animalistic sound rumbled through him, the alpha tugged on her roots, pulled her off his length, as much as he wanted to release himself into her hot mouth he needed to be inside of her, needed to give into the fantasy that would haunt him for nights on end. 

“You smell delicious sweetheart” Negan picked her up and placed her on his table, legs spread for him, him only. He pushed his hands underneath her skirt, pulled down the fabric of her ruined panties, letting it disappear into his back pocket, she wouldn’t see that one again. 

Her cry made a smirk tug on his lips, Negan brushed his tongue through her folds, circling her clit as his fingers began to spread her walls, “you’re perfect omega, perfect for my knot”. “Tell me what you want sweetheart” Negan connected his palm with her clit, spanking the pulsing bundle of nerves as he waited for any words to make it past her swollen lips. 

“Need you Alpha” (y/n) panted “need your knot” she couldn’t take much more teasing, she needed him, all of him. “Good girl” Negan clawed his nails into the skin of her thighs, length slipping through her folds a few times, coating himself with her arousal, her scent, ready to ruin her for every other male she’d ever stumble across. Her whimpers echoed through the room, forehead falling against his shoulder as he sunk into her, ripping her open. 

Negan was sure that he had never felt something like this before, she was perfect in any and every way, tight and warm, exactly what he needed. “Tell me omega how does it feel?” his hips kept on snapping against hers, the sound was more pornographic than anything she had ever heard before, coaxing one moan after another out of her lips “so good Alpha, so good”.  

He moved one hand up her spine, tangled it in her hair, pulling her head off his shoulder, “you’re mine omega, you belong to me now”. The words made her moan, the thought of belonging to Professor Negan pushed another wave of lust through her, bringing her closer to the edge with every ferocious thrust of his. 

Negan felt his knot swell, pushing himself deeper and deeper, hard pounds that made her lose all strength, only focused on the pleasure he provided her with. “Be a good girl for your alpha and take my knot” Negan connected his lips with hers, hand finding her throbbing clit, pinching the bundle of nerves till she stumbled into the arms of the most powerful orgasm she ever had. 

(Y/n) screamed and sobbed, nails leaving red, angry lines down his neck, lips still pressed against his as her orgasm rocked through her, leaving her breathless and panting. The most beautiful sound rumbled through Negan as his knot grew to its full size, locked inside of her, release filling her up, not giving her any chance to move away from the tall Alpha. “I always knew that you’re exactly what I need”, he kissed her forehead, patiently waiting for his knot to let go of her, mind already focused on the next time he’d have his way with his perfect, little omega. 

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Lonely Together

Jihoon: Chapter 1 (Perfect)

Characters: Jihoon x female reader

Genre/Warnings: multi-member au (different scenarios), werewolf au, fantasy, smut, angst, fluff, potential blood mentions, genocide, runaways, domestic violence, child abuse, abandonment, homelessness, hunger, violence. Any others will be put as warnings when future chapters are thought up/written.

Author’s Note: I recommend listening to Perfect by Ed Sheeran before reading this. That’s the song I thought of while writing this because it makes me feel some type of way you know?

Please remember that all of these chapters and the content within them are a work of fiction! They’re just for fun/entertainment!

Bold= Dialogue Italics= Thoughts

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Lonely Together Master List

Chapter 1: Perfect

It had been so long since you’d been around so many people. It made you antsy. You didn’t understand a lot of what was going on in the house. The constant noise scared you. It had you on such an edge that you nearly screamed everytime one of them coughed.

To be fair, before you had met them, you’d honestly jump at footsteps. Because footsteps meant humans, and humans meant danger. Not to mention that you were still not used to being in your human form. You preferred to stay a wolf, you were stronger when you walked on all four legs, and you weren’t as noticeable.

Your human appearance was… striking to most people to say the least. Your bright eyes and darker skin with salt and pepper curly hair made everyone around you always stare at you. You understood it somewhat, you didn’t match everyone else’s looks in Korea. But that didn’t mean you liked people watching you all the time, you hated being the center of attention. So to say you were still adjusting to being around people after having lived alone for centuries was a bit of an understatement. It was all so new to you. You had a new feeling now too. You just weren’t sure what it was…

At first, you thought maybe it was hope. You hadn’t hoped in such a long time, it would bring tears to even the most hardened criminal’s eyes. But you weren’t that good at trusting that human part of you. So you decided to go off of what you knew. And, even though you hadn’t been there long, two weeks at the most you thought, you learned a lot of things about them. You knew all but one of the wolves had a mate. You knew that two of the alphas butted heads on how to lead the pack a lot and that one just watched from the side and did everything behind the scenes without causing too much distress to the others. You knew they all loved each other, no matter what they said or how much they fought. You also knew that, being around them made you feel more alone than you’ve felt in decades.

When you were younger, you didn’t mind being alone. It meant that you didn’t have to rely on anyone, it meant you only had to look out for yourself. And as you got older, it just felt… right. But being around this house full to the brim with people, you started to realize just how much you missed being part of a big family. They treated you like you were one of them. Which was weird to you… because they didn’t really know you. I mean sure they saved you from imminent death, but they didn’t know you from Adam.

The more you thought about your current situation, the weirder the feeling got. The closer you got to each one of them, the stronger the feeling got. And when you got close to one of the quiet ones in particular, you swore it felt like your heart was singing to you. It was something you weren’t sure you’d ever get used to, but it wasn’t something you necessarily hated either. Whatever the feeling was, you’d figure it out eventually or it would go away on its own… right?

Still, You got to eat first with the other mates, well the mates minus Soonyoung. He may have been Seungcheol’s mate but 1.) he was a wolf unlike the other mates and 2.) he was a male wolf so he ate just as much as the other boys did. So they didn’t think it fair that he get to eat with all of you. Or them…. Or-whatever. You didn’t know, you just knew they offered you and the other girls food first and, considering you used to have to hunt for your food or you didn’t get to eat, you were definitely NOT complaining. Soonyoung though, you learned, had a tendency to whine about any and everything that he didn’t like.

“Aww come on again! No fair! (Y/N)’s just as much of a wolf as I am! Why does SHE get to eat first when I don’t??” Soonyoung decided to voice aloud, grabbing his plate with both hands and semi-patiently waiting for his turn to grab food.

You didn’t mind of course. You did think he had a point. It didn’t seem fair to him. Either he should be eating with the other mates, or you should be eating with the other wolves. So you agreed.

“He’s got a point. I should be eating with the other wolves. I eat more than the other girls after all” you shrugged matter of factly to the lead alpha, who was also his mate, who was hunched over the stove making said breakfast.

The thing is, Seungcheol did understand the argument. And he personally saw merit to the concerns, whether it was because it was a genuine point or whether it was just from months of his mate complaining about it, he didn’t know. Still, he saw it’s reasonings and thought they could be sound.

BUUUT, he also knew that SOMEBODY would definitely NOT be happy if you had to wait and fight the boys for food. It seemed everyone, wolves and mates alike, but you understood that Jihoon had imprinted on you already. Maybe you just didn’t know much about it, or maybe you knew and just decided you didn’t want to know, either way, it wasn’t for him to decide or judge.

So, as he looked over to the table of boys who were ACTUALLY patiently waiting their turn to dig in, his eyes landed on Jihoon, who shook his head and narrowed his eyes at the older wolf in return. Of course you didn’t notice this action, you were always more in your own head than you were in conversations.

“Sucks to suck kids. I make the rules and I say you eat with the mates. End of story. Sorry love!” he declared, once again moving his eyes ever so slightly to Jihoon, who nodded his head slightly as he smiled triumphantly.

He was NOT about to let his newfound mate eat the other mates leftovers with the other wolves. No. That was absolutely NOT happening. He may not have “officially” expressed that you were his mate, but he’d be damned if he wasn’t gonna do everything in his power to make sure you were happy, healthy, and well fed.

“But-” you argued, trying to bring your point’s validity up to him again.

“But nothing (Y/N). Sure you eat more than the other girls. But you DEFINITELY don’t eat as much as the boys do. Even if you are a wolf. Besides you’re one of-” he trailed off just as someone around the room hit the table slightly and coughed. Everyone but you realized where he was going with that sentence, and Jihoon wasn’t ready to face that just yet.

“-One of our guests.” Seungcheol thought after a moment, clearly lying his ass off but hoping he did a good enough job that you didn’t notice. Luckily for him, you weren’t all that great at social cues. “Therefore you shall not be eating whatever’s left, you’ll get first dibs with the other girls.” He said as he sat one of the plates of remaining food left from what the mates couldn’t eat down on the table, kissing his pouting mates forehead in the process.

“Don’t worry about Soonyoung. He’s just a baby. He’ll get over it. You deserve to be eating with the mates.” Spoke the smallest boy of the pack with a smile that seemed to light up as bright as a bonfire whenever you looked him in the eyes. He was the one that had your heart singing whenever you were in the same room. His little declaration made your cheeks heat up.

“O-Okay, I guess. I still don’t think I’ve done anything to deserve the special treatment… but thank you” you resolved with a polite smile back, doing your best to hide the pink covering your face. His heart rate sped up to jackrabbit speed as his inner wolf seemed to beamed at your answer.

“No (Y/N). Thank YOU.” Hansol retorted with a shit eating grin on his face. What he wanted to say was “thanks for helping one of the assholes in the group become juuuuust a little less of an asshole by being his mate,” but obviously he couldn’t do that without getting his ass beat.

“Thank me? Thank me for what?” You questioned, genuinely curious as to what he was thanking you for. You hadn’t done anything to warrant a thank you… had you?

“Oh nothing. Don’t worry about it. You’ll find out… eventually” He let out, looking at Jihoon, earning a smack from the older wolf and a small growl. Though he whined for a second, Hansol still began to laugh at his actions.

“…Okaaaay…” you said, trying your best to forget the conversation as a whole so you could eat the remains of your pancakes. Man these guys are weird.

-

Jihoon wasn’t sure exactly what he should do. He knew he couldn’t deny his instincts forever. But he wasn’t so sure about this whole “mate” thing. I mean, who was he kidding, he got along better on his own. He survived on his own for his entire life, at the orphanage, at school, even in his pack. For the most part, he kept to himself. He was SEVERELY independent, and he liked it that way. People just always managed to bring attachments and strings. Even still, He couldn’t cut off his pack. I mean don’t get him wrong, he loved those idiots and would do anything for them, but fuck, if they didn’t have the dumbest ideas and get themselves into the stupidest shit sometimes.

He knew his survival instinct told him to just ignore the feelings he had for you and act like nothing happened to protect himself. It’s not like you had noticed anyways. But the wolf part of him loved the idea of having a mate. For the longest time, he had to sit around and watch his brothers find their mates and fall in deep love. He watched Seungcheol find Soonyoung first a few months after he had met him. Then Joshua found his mate, Mina, after a few weeks of knowing him. Even little Channie imprinted on his mate, Somi, after just two days of Jihoon being acquainted with him.

Before he knew it, it was just him left without one. They always seemed so… happy and he just… wasn’t. He didn’t mind of course. He was glad his brothers found happiness. But he soon came to realize how lonely being alone truly was. He’d see his pack and their mates do cute things and, his heart was struck with a dull pain that never seemed to lessen, and at the time he didn’t understand why that was. But when he saw you, he knew the whole time he was yearning for you. When he saw you, for once he didn’t completely loathe the idea of taking care of or protecting another person. Even if it meant becoming one of the “lovey people.” He saw you and, one bat of your beautiful eyelashes and he knew, he would gladly lay his life down for you. How could he not?

You were caring and kind, even if you didn’t like to show it. You held yourself high, even if you were small. You were little, but you were mighty. You were smart, yet funny. You hardly spoke, but when you did, it was always something memorable. You never seemed to hold your true self back. He already knew that you were Perfect for him, even if he’d hardly spoken to you. He just couldn’t help the sane part of him that was very weary of the whole situation.

As Jihoon debated his true feelings for you over his breakfast, the other wolves went and conversed with each other. They tried to speak to you too, but you never really had a lot to say. You preferred to listen, which they weren’t all that surprised at. Jihoon was the quiet, calm, smart wolf, so it’s no surprise that his mate was the same way. You’d both always seem to get lost in thought almost simultaneously. You’d both come back to Earth at the same time too, always with very similar excuses.

Though everytime your eyes met, you’d both look away, trying your best to hide the blushes that spread across both your cheeks. It was kind of cute and the pack loved that their brother wouldn’t have to be all alone any longer. He’d no longer have to just sit on the side lines while they all had the time of their lives. He now had you, even if you didn’t realize it yet. You could both be Lonely Together.

Another Author’s Note: I know this chapter is relatively short compared to the others I’ve written so far, but honestly, your girls tired as fuck. I work a full time job, go to school full time, and take care of a lot of my family’s household. Let’s just be lucky I can write at all. Plus, I wrote Wonwoo’s story earlier today too. So let’s just call it a success and I’ll write a better chapter for him next time!

(Updated 9/6)

[horrorslashergirl]

Chromeskull with a singer!reader who he meets at a bar while observing his next victim and her voice enchants him.

Chromeskull x Singer!Reader- Show me how you burlesque

Authors Note: I watched this morning the movie Burlesque 2010 and this idea struck through my head, so why not write it down since I have a request that has this type of plot. For a better vibe listen to the song by Christina Aguilera Show me how you burlesque.

Rating: Just some blackmail and Jesse being an egoistical asshole.

Words: 2.3k

Stalking and observing was probably one of the best things Jesse was good at, especially when it came to hunting piggies and fishies. He never rushed into abducting his next victim for his next game, in time Jesse learned that patience was the key to success and he was feeding on said success, be it of any kind.

The Cromeans manor was empty and silent, save for the shower that turned off, Jesse stepping out after he dried himself, taking a glance into the foggy mirror, observing himself. From the neck down it was the dream of every woman to have in bed, but from the neck up it showed his inner monster, despite the multiple plastic surgeries and face reconstructions, he was never the same and probably never be, but in time he learned to accept it. After all money, a nice car, and an impeccable suit could make any piggy fall to her knees and suck on his cock.

Jesse exited the bathroom and walked to the master bedroom to the walk-in closet, picking out a black suit; black just like death, because he was death. He dressed up, checking himself in the huge mirror, proud of the look.

He walked downstairs, the enormous house so devoid of anyone; it was just him. After losing his wife he accepted the fact that he was going to die alone at some point, just like everyone used to tell him back when he was a shy kid.

The saying was true; Money cannot buy really anything.

Entering the garage he unlocked his Chrysler and got in, exiting his house and driving into town, the more liveable part of Jacksonville where all the night clubs and brothels were. It wasn't random, Chromeskull never did things out of the blue, everything was planned out neatly with precision, like playing chess.

Recently, he stalked a young woman, who spends her time adventuring herself into clubs, looking for some fresh meat or better said a fat wallet to suck on. The typical piggy undercover.

'No! I don't sleep with rich men for their money.'

Jesse snorted at the words; every woman was disposable, he learned that when he was a broke teen and after he lost his face. Spending some genuine time with someone over some drinks and just enjoying each other's company was just an illusion, the world itself was prostitution, in different forms but it was.

You are either a pimp or a whore.

After arriving at the nightclub, he parked his car and got out, walking up the steps to the front entrance, the guys at the front with their lists, checking the people that wanted to enter.

Talk about exclusivity.

Oxford shoes walked up the steps to the entrance, the guys there a little intimidated by Jesse's height, a very big perk when you're 6'7, none dares to mess with you, plus the eyepatch that covered one of his eye was another plus.

"Umm...Name?" a guy asked, clearing his throat, trying to steady his voice and not let fear show, but he failed miserably.

Jesse pulled out his phone, typing in.

'Cromeans.'

The security guy's eyes widened at the name, gulping down and stepping aside to let him enter, not saying anything else.

Jesse smirked, stepping inside, knowing that only his name was a weapon good enough to make these sheep scrambles away to their dens. It was weird to go hunting without his mask, but wearing a chromed skull mask to a public place such as this night club where all the rich and blessed were, gossiping like it was a need to live like breathing.

Brown eye looked around the dim-lit place, looking for his target and his gaze stopped when he found her, sitting down on an old geezers lap, giggling and rubbing his chest. He could be his grandfather for fucks sake.

No surprise from a filthy piggy.

The place was full of people, but he managed to find an empty table, just his presence made the job done, plus the owner of the night club was trying to kiss his ass to get on Jesse's good side. Not that Jesse minded, he loved when people worshipped him like he was God.

He internally chuckled at the comparison....God, more like Devil.

As he sat down at a table in the back, his form enveloped by the darkness, a waitress quickly came to take his order.

'Whiskey. Best Brand. Make it quick.'

The girl gulped down and nodded, quickly walking away to bring Jesse his drink. That's what power feels like, everyone quickly coming to you, to please you in all forms. It wasn't respect. Respect doesn't exist, only fear can make one be what the other wants.

The drink came in less than five minutes, probably just two, but Jesse wasn't counting, taking the glass of liquor and waving the waitress off like she was scum.

Scarred lips pressed against the edge of the crystal glass, taking a sip of the strong alcohol, letting it burn his throat, then he pulled out a silver pack-box that held his Cuban cigars, pulling one out and lightening it, taking in the rich taste of smoke.

His gaze observed the piggy-target, his mind wandering to how he should start when the moment was opportune. Will he take it slow, fooling her into a sense of safety then break her whole world down? Or maybe he just takes it rough, with brute force and knocking some sense into her plastic brain.

Either way, he was going to enjoy it, very much. He could picture her face filled with horror, wet from tears and sweat, mouth full of blood, choking on it as he will take her life away like it was nothing of importance.

Before his fantasy could go into more detail, the music started to play, but it wasn't the usual music, this one was live. The club used to hire singers or bands to play from time to time, so this was a surprise they went to their old ways.

The lights on the stage turned on, the musicians in the background with their instruments playing, then a feminine, but so strong voice started to sing, catching every men's attention, even the old geezer who had the piggy on his lap, long forgotten, because of the beauty on the stage.

The outfit you were wearing could be considered very inappropriate, but that's how you pull the attention of the male audience, the females too, only to burn into envy; the black lace hugging everything just right, the dark make-up around your eyes sparkling and showing how passionate your eyes were as you singed, your red lips moving with every note, your body moving like it was ready to pull the males on a spell.

The tightening in the black slacks was very much getting uncomfortable, the piggy long forgotten and brown eye struck on your form as you moved, the imagination getting the best of Jesse, who only could wonder how your pretty red lips would look wrapped around something else than your mic.

His hand tightened in envy at the men who were too close to the stage, basking in your pretty little self, so confident, the type of confidence that makes you want to drown in it.

These legs, clad in black fishnets, he wondered how they would look wrapped around his hips, your hair into his fist as he takes you from behind. The gruesome scenarios about the piggy vanished only to be replaced with the erotic fantasies with you.

He felt like a kid in a toy store, finding a doll that he really liked and he would get it. Jesse licked his lips, adjusting himself into his seat as you turned around, wiggling your ass, that pretty little ass that he wanted to spank with black nitrile covered hands.

Finally, the show was over, your eyes sparkling with pride, luscious lips pulled into a grin as you waved your audiences, then finally disappearing backstage.

Finishing his drink, Jesse got up, stalking towards the backstage, wanting to take another glimpse of you and he did, only, it wasn't an image he was liking. Actually, if he had his knives with him, he would probably throw them at the guy who was hugging and kissing you.

"You did amazing, baby! You were stunning." the guy said, making you giggle and smile brightly.

"You always know how to pull me up." you said, kissing his cheek.

"That's what a husband should always do to his wife." the guy said, spinning you around.

Alright, the last sentence made Jesse's world crumble down, a bitter feeling setting in his gut, then he quickly walked away, stalking fastly out of the nightclub and into the parking lot of it, taking his phone out, fingers hovering over the digital keyboard, fury evident in his gaze.

He wanted to badly to kill someone, no matter the gender, he wanted to rip flesh and make the blood flow.

'You shouldn't feel jealous. She is not yours.'

The inner voice only spurred his anger more; not jealous, but territorial. If he wanted something he would get it, even if he had to make some unorthodox decisions, not like it would be the first or last time.

'Destroying a happy marriage isn't right. What would your dead wife think?'

Fuck his dead wife! She was no more. Fuck morals! His fingers quickly typed a text then send it to Spann.

'I've got some work for you.'

After 2 months...

It's like the world playing in every favor for Jesse, blackmailing your husband was the easiest job he has ever done and Jesse felt more than prideful when that punk divorced you. Of course, the hard part was seeing you cry and be a confusing mess, but that would go away, eventually.

When he got to the same night club he expected to see you on stage, singing, but it was another girl.

She was definitely doing playback and she wasn't as beautiful as you. His eyes landed on you, sitting down at a table alone, tight red dress hugging your body as you sipped on a glass of scotch, watching the girl, a bored look on your face.The singing ended and everyone went to their own discussion. 

Time to step in.

Jesse walked towards you, making you look up with a cute face of puzzlement.

'Seat free?'

Your eyebrows raised up.

"Be my guest." you offered and he took a seat.

'I could only notice that you look a little lonely. Weren't you supposed to sing tonight?' Jesse typed on the electronic reader, making you sigh.

"Yes, but I wasn't feeling up to it. I'm here mostly for my friend. It's her first time." you explained, looking at your drink.

'Am I bothering you?'

"Oh no! It's just....personal problems." you muttered, taking a sip of your drink.

'Talking helps. I don't have anything else to do. I am all ears.'

You gulped down, the alcohol helping you express your problems to this stranger who introduced himself as you did too, getting aquatinted with one another, talking over all kinds of subjects.

Jesse had to admit you were a deep breath of fresh air, opening up so much too him, but he guessed that's what divorce does to a woman. You both talked so much that you didn't realize that people started to go away, one by one leaving the club to do their own business.

"I'm sorry if I burdened you with my problems." you spoke over a deep breath of Malboro smoke, blushing a little, an aspect Jesse was looking forward to doing more to you.

'Not at all. I enjoyed our time together, and let me tell you, if a man doesn't know what a beauty he has before his eyes and doesn't appreciate it, he should just drop dead.'

You laughed at his words, you were glad that after weeks of mourning yourself into blankets and watching drama movies, someone could actually make you laugh and smile.

"Thank you. For your time and everything. I'm sure you could have been doing something better than listening to a little girl's problems." you said, finishing your cigarette and taking a sip of your drink.

Jesse smirked, brown eye sparkling with mischief.

'I doubt it, sweetcheeks.'

You blushed and looked down, the pet name he called you making your stomach do all kinds of twists.

He got up and offered you his hand which you took, walking with him towards the exit. You were the only people left in the club, the owner probably sighing with relief that Cromeans finally left without causing problems.

As you exited through the double doors, you both were met by heavy rain. His car was just a few feet away, but the rain would probably make you both soaked reaching the black luxury vehicle.

Jesse pulled his black dress jacket off and put it around your naked shoulders, the piece of clothing enveloping you in warmness, obviously too big for your so much smaller frame.

"T-Thank you." you said, looking up at Jesse, whose gaze was centered on your lips, looking so inviting and delicious too taste.

He couldn't hold himself anymore, his face moving towards your, his rougher lips pressing against yours, the kiss starting so simple that it turned into a make-out session, tongues running against one another; the taste of alcohol so appetizing and the expensive male cologne he was sporting didn't help you either.

It felt like an eternity, but the kiss finally ended, your eyes looking into the deep pool of brown that promised so many sinful images and it consumed your rational part of your brain.

Fingertips typed on the phone.

'My place?'

"Yeah."

[rockanroller]

gonna try and summarize my thoughts about this as best i can (they are not perfect thoughts by any means, more like thinking about my perceptions out loud, they may not be 100% correct.)

it's never quite surprised me that hazbin has attracted what seems to be a conservative (occasionally pro-cop) white crowd. idk how "big" that crowd really is within the fandom, but i've seen a fair handful of them online and irl.

the reason it never quite surprised me was that hazbin, despite being so self-insistently queer, still checks off a lot of conservative boxes. (everything i'm about to say is considering a conservative perspective, i'm not saying these things are true or viv's intent.)

there's the fact that, despite any attempt at coding, many of the characters are, or come off as, white, especially the ones that feel like we're supposed to sympathize with (Lucifer, Charlie, Angel Dust, even in Helluva Boss with characters like Stolas) or others that are simply fan-favorites like Alastor. or others still like Emily who we only know was supposed to be black from her audition sheet.

Alastor himself checks off several incel/insecure white man power-fantasy boxes that tend to overlap with conservatives. his 1920s/1940s aesthetic alone is something that insecure white men tend to adore (idk why but it should be studied lol), the fact he is a confident and powerful being that can seemingly do whatever he wants (such as slapping Vaggie on the ass in the pilot) just intensifies that adoration. (yes i'm aware he was "defeated" by Adam in the pilot, that was recent, i'm referring to the fandom that's grown since Hazbin's pilot release) which is largely why the image of the Alastor pin being on a Blue Lives Matter flag patch didn't shock me. he also hasn't been "held down" by any women (that we know of so far) and has no qualms pushing them around when he needs/wants to such as mocking both Vaggie and Charlie's misery in different episodes despite canonically being kinder to/preferring company of women. he's the "nice guy" but he still has and exercises power over others including women.

correct me if i forgot someone, but the fact just about every queer character we've seen so far is in hell. (Vaggie is from heaven yes, but wound up in hell, and her love for Charlie is called "vile and blasphemous" by Lute as well as sexualized by Adam's remark that their relationship is "hot as fuck.")

the fact that sexism is common in both Helluva Boss and Hazbin Hotel, such as a hefty handful of "women are bitches" tropes, especially if the women are sexual, while male characters more often get their sexuality rewarded. women character plots tend to depend on male characters. Charlie gets saved by her dad not once, but twice, in her big battle with Heaven and barely does any fighting, only landing two actual hits on Adam, one being while she's literally being held by her father. Millie has very little faults or personality outside of her relationship with Moxxie. there's even instances of belittling and ignoring the feelings of men or treating the men as lesser for being weak or emotional, or that their issues are something they need to "suck up" or "get over themselves."

frequent recognition of gender roles (mlm couples with clear heteronormative roles; one is Top one is Bottom, one is The Masc and one is The Fem, etc.) and here's the thing--all of us that are queer can easily read past the gender roles and accept the queer characters as they are, but unless a series expresses its queerness openly and clearly, it leaves the audience with the freedom to interpret it however they want. and tbf that's what's allowed series to express queerness w/o homophobes fully noticing in the past (where writers had to rely on queer-coding.) but they can still feel like they have some "power" over queer people with that coding especially if it's an interpretation they feel they can sexualize or laugh at. (which they will generally try to do even if a series doesn't give them an "in" to do it.)

like, yes, we know Angel Dust is (assumedly) GNC (despite Viv saying she thought it meant something else when she labeled Angel as such in the past)--but to a conservative viewer, with how Angel is portrayed in the series itself, he's just an effeminate gay man, a cross-dresser, the exact type of stereotype they both understand and punish. they may even feel Angel's abuse is justified, and enjoy seeing him get told by Husk he's just a "whiny bitch" which is reminiscent of conservative "suck it up" and "bootstrap" mentality.

and perhaps the least likely but still notable to me, is the demonization of addicts (as lowlifes who "choose" their poison) while being seemingly fine with alcoholism. conservatives love their alcohol (look how they reacted to a trans person doing an ad campaign with their beloved Bud Light.) in the series Husk can drink regularly without a second glance, and "drinks with friends after a hard day" is something the series seems to say is good. but Husk, and others, fiercely judge Angel for using drugs and being "some crack whore" who "isn't special."

phew. that's the best theorizing i've got, again i'm not saying any of this is like...a perfect or exact analysis, nor viv's intent, nor necessarily "true" to the series, these have just been my thoughts of how a conservative might interpret it.

none of this is to say anyone has to try and conservative-proof their queer writing. conservative queers do exist. i'm only trying to explain why it doesn't surprise me that there are conservatives in the fandom of what is supposed to be an unapologetically "queer" series.

hell, i can tell you i once knew a conservative who was homophobic, but he was fine with the obvious wlw relationships in Steven Universe simply bc, by his definition, the gems were "all women", so it "made sense" to him since they had "no other choices" in their species.

About the pin of Alastor being right next to a pro cop flag.

I am confused????? The shows might be many things but I don't think it's pro-cop????? Wouldn't call it anti-cop either but I didn't even thing it would attract that kind of people.

Also, Alastor wouldn't like cops.

Search me. Nothing about it makes sense.

[scottymcgeesterwrites]

Final Fantasy X Review

Year: 2001

Original Platform: PlayStation 2

Also available on: PS3 and PS4 (HD Remaster)

Version I Played: PlayStation 2

Synopsis:

Tidus is a renown blitzball player in the city of Zanarkand. One day, his mysterious buddy Auron whisks him away to the land of Spira after a massive entity known as Sin attacks Zanarkand. Tidus ventures into Spira, a strange world lacking in advanced technology. There, he finds many uncomfortable truths after joining a pilgrimage with the summoner Yuna.

Gameplay:

I will preface this by saying that this was my very first Final Fantasy game way back when I was like 13. I wasn’t keen on handling RPGs yet so it took me ages to finish. The result was me falling in love with everything about it. Final Fantasy X is the last main Final Fantasy game to feature turn-based combat. One of the coolest features of the battle system in this game is being able to switch characters in the middle of a battle. I missed that afterwards. When I played more Final Fantasy games after this, I kept thinking instinctively that you could switch characters in the middle of battle.

Leveling up is conventional but also introduces a Sphere Grid. You gain Ability Points to progress through a grid where each sphere unlocks a special ability or a higher stat. You can pick different paths along the grids and, typically, by the end of the game you are crossing over other character's grids.

The only truly annoying aspect of playing the game was the sphere puzzles in the temples. Every so often you have to enter a temple and solve a puzzle by placing spheres in the right places. It was so mind-numbing and the irritating music really didn't help either.

Because of how the story is told, the game is much more linear than its predecessors. The bulk of the game is spent journeying on foot across Spira. But don’t worry – there are plenty of secrets and extras to unfold – PLENTY. You eventually get an airship, but instead of flying around a world map you simply pick a destination on a map and you’re there. It sounds lame but the world is already so massive and detailed that Square probably couldn’t fit the graphics of flying around a world map.

Graphics:

The cinematics blew everyone away – because for the first time we have VOICE ACTING! JUST LIKE WATCHING A MOVIE! The voice acting worked really well in this game. It was only ever awkward when Tidus was being, uh, really annoying.

Exhibit A:

The in-game cutscenes can also be a bit stiff.

Story:

Final Fantasy X was my very first Final Fantasy game – as such, I could be biased in how I feel about it. Or maybe not. I’ve grown to be enough of a dick to crush my own dreams.

The story is completely different than the rest of the series. Completely different. While the rest of the series likes to make references to Western mythology and atmosphere (medieval and industrial settings), Final Fantasy X actually has an East Asian setting. There are no knights in armor or empires fighting rebels or even technological powers like Shinra. There are no witches or wizards. The story and references are quite esoteric, more mysterious and conceptual.

The narrative is radically different from the entire series. For the first and only time (so far), the main character narrates the unfolding events to the audience. After getting sucked out of his homeworld of Zanarkand, Tidus gets caught up in a pilgrimage to defeat Sin. Sin is a massive creature that returns every so often to punish the world for its dependence on technology. (So Sin is basically a kaiju.) A summoner with his or her friends go on a quest to defeat Sin, and the Calm returns for some time until Sin returns.

Spira is probably my favorite Final Fantasy world. It’s beautiful and haunting at the same, sad and bright. You can tell that there was once a great cataclysm but the long years have overridden the past. The rules of the world are so unique. Monsters are explained as the ghosts of people who have not passed on. A summoner this time not only summons great beings (called aeons) but also “sends” the dead away so they can find the Farplane, essentially Heaven. Like I said before, the concepts of Spira are very esoteric and East Asian. While Final Fantasy X does derive influences from Christian concepts (i.e. pilgrimage, priests, doctrines), it just as much references many Japanese and Buddhist concepts (rebirth, wandering souls, sacred temples). Overall, Final Fantasy X’s story is the most religious and spiritual in the entire series.

It’s relatively rare for a JRPG to take on an entire fictional world with a visual design referencing Asian settings. Usually, Final Fantasy and other JRPGs are more obsessed with Western settings (i.e. medieval towns). Spira is ripe with influences from island nations and places like Thailand and Bali.

The major plot twist require you to wrap your head around a bit, but surprisingly nothing is truly complicated. For the most part, you follow the story through the pilgrimage, learn some backstory stuff, and then face the end.

There are several “main” villains. For argument’s sake, and for the sake of not ruining any spoilers, let’s go with Seymour. Seymour is a recurring villain who again ups the ante on the bishonen trend. He’s also the biggest pain in the ass out of any Final Fantasy game. Ask anyone who has played this game and they will get Vietnam flashbacks of fighting Seymour. The bastard keeps popping up every so often to hinder the party’s progress. Seymour may look strange, but don’t let that fool you. He is also seriously one of the most fucked up villains in the entire series.

Tidus is unique in that he is an outsider viewing the story. He tags along and has his own story arc to deal with. Tidus’s story is one of the most personal and relatable. It’s so unique to play as a character who is not a conventional fantasy hero like a thief or a mage or a knight, but a sports celebrity with daddy issues.It’s also unique in that Tidus isn’t even the central character – Yuna is. Yuna is the summoner on a pilgrimage to defeat Sin. Even so, Tidus still plays an important role by falling in love with Yuna, influencing her goals on the pilgrimage.

In retrospect, Final Fantasy IX appears to be a prototype to Final Fantasy X. Tidus is a version of Zidane, except, unfortunately, a bit more annoying when he tries to woo Yuna. Zidane and Garnet’s relationship mirrors Tidus and Yuna’s; both involve an upbeat male trying to woo a reserved, quiet female. Tidus is the temptation to Yuna’s repressed Catholic schoolgirl personality, advising her to loosen up. The existential crisis that Tidus faces is also similar to Zidane’s.

All that being said, Final Fantasy X is my personal favorite in the entire series. It has its flaws, and yes, it’s a sappy romance. But I love it. I fucking love it. I LOVE IT ALL. I love the world. I love the plot. I love the music. I love all the characters. Auron is so fucking cool. Just look at how cool this guy is.

And that ending. Oh man. I really don’t want to spoil anything but at the same time. UNGH. This game. It is poetry. Everybody is a real gangsta until they watch what happens at the end.

Final Fantasy X is probably the most unique out of all the Final Fantasy games. Different didn’t pan out well for Final Fantasy VIII. But for Final Fantasy X – different was good, really good.

Music:

Final Fantasy X does a few things radically different from its predecessors. For one, the series’ main theme isn’t featured. That may sound like blasphemy to some. In retrospect, it might have been a good move because frankly I can’t see the main theme being played anywhere in a story like this. The “Prelude” theme is only briefly featured in an opening menu, but this time it’s given a sick beat that makes you want to dance a little jig.

Alas, Nobuo Uematsu begins to detach himself from full reign of the soundtrack. Two other composers, Masashi Hamauzu and Junya Nakano, also co-wrote a bulk of the soundtrack. While Uematsu composed the main themes of the game, Hamauzu and Nakano composed many of the other tracks. While not everything they did was so different from Uematsu, there are a couple tracks, namely “Assault”, which is distinctly unlike something Uematsu would ever compose. I don’t say this in a bad way at all. The score is still golden. But after Final Fantasy X we see Uematsu depart, and Final Fantasy music starts diving fresh into the unknown.

The pop song for this score is “Suteki da ne”. It’s pretty good although I prefer “Eyes on Me” and “Melodies of Life”.

The HD Remaster soundtrack seems to skewer the original sound of the music. I’ve listened to it and was very displeased by what they did to “Assault”, which was one of my favorite pieces. The original soundtrack has more umph, more pomp and circumstance.

Meanwhile, “Otheworld” is a metal song – a first for the series. It plays in the opening when Tidus plays blitzball, and in one of the final battles. “Otherworld” is frequently misattributed to Rammstein, especially back in the days of Limewire. They had nothing to do with it. Uematsu composed “Otherworld”, and Bill Muir, a lead singer from the metal band xtillidiex, sang it.

Uematsu’s fully orchestrated work on the ending scene is masterful. The emotion behind it brings tears to my eye. It wrecks you, man. It pulls those heartstrings and doesn’t let go. It hurts so good to listen to it and remember how the story ends. It is the most emotional track for the most emotional Final Fantasy ending. It is here where you realize that Nobuo Uematsu could really be a movie soundtrack composer. His craft came full circle here.

Notable Theme:

“To Zanarkand” – the main theme of Final Fantasy X. Beautiful, gentle, and solemn.

Verdict:

Final Fantasy X is my personal favorite. Final Fantasy VI can objectively be called the best, but I have a soft spot for Final Fantasy X. I admire its unique story and its world. It can be campy and corny at times but I love it overall. Objectively, it’s still of a higher caliber in the series.

Direct Sequel?

Yes. Final Fantasy X-2, or also known as Final Fantasy X-2: For Fangirls Who Couldn’t Handle the Ending to X.

 I kid. That was harsh.

 But I mean. . .

 They gave this Charlie’s Angels vibe with Yuna, Rikku and this new girl Payne.

And like I guess it’s cool but like the tone is soooo campy.

And then they sing and it’s like J-Pop and . . .

 Yeah.

This was the sequel.

This was the first Final Fantasy sequel ever made.

And it was. Uh. It was something.

At the time, I could only play about a quarter of the way through before feeling wrong about it. Many critics would agree that it robs the dignity of the original game. I do want to actually try playing it again. I might come into it with a new mind. But. Still. I prefer they leave the original ending untouched.

[duhragonball]

For the ask game: Broly, whichever version you'd rather talk about

I was having trouble choosing, but luckily I got the same request twice, so we’ll just do both of them (air horn) in chronological order, the best order.  

Give me a character and I will answer:

Why I like them: All right, Broly ‘93.   Basically, he’s a big meaty representation of what some might expect a Super Saiyan should really be.   It’s a running theme in DBZ, where Goku is a Saiyan, yet constantly at odds with these preconceived notions of what a Saiyan is.    I’ll probably never get confirmation of it, but I’m pretty sure someone in charge of Movie 8 looked at this:

...and invented a character that resembled it in ways Goku did not.   The idea being that Goku’s a poser, here’s the “““real”““ Super Saiyan, and then Goku beats that guy.   That’s why Vegeta despairs when he sees Broly, because he sees something that he wants to be, but isn’t.   And Goku just sees him as another movie villain to throw down with.

And I like Broly for scratching that itch.   He’s a wild man who just wants to fight and kill without restraint.   It’s good that we have a character like that who can explore that idea, and to prove why it doesn’t work.   

I also like the original Broly as this mythical figure in the early 2000′s fandom.   Movie 8 didn’t get an official release in the U.S. until 2003, so leading up to that, fans were vaguely aware of Broly, but not entirely clear on what his deal is.   It probably didn’t help that the movies aren’t canon, and that a lot of fans don’t understand that, and fansubs probably muddied the waters even further.   So it’s led to this cult-of-personality where Broly’s dearest fans cling to the notion that he’s invincible and can beat anybody.   I’ve seen fanart of him punching the Living Tribunal, which is like eight steps above Galactus on the Marvel cosmic power heirarchy.    Meanwhile, the actual character is a three-time loser.   He can’t even win in his own movies, so why should anyone believe he’s a big deal?    I guess Toei kind of fueled the fires by making him a bonus superboss in so many video games.    It’s implied that Broly is, or at least could be, the strongest guy of all, and it’s a fun notion, even if it’s a load of crap.  

Why I don’t: Broly’s overrated, no question.    Movie 8 was awesome, but take away Goku and Vegeta and Paragus and you end up with Movie 10, where he sucks rotten eggs.   The general vibe I get from Broly discourse is that his critics hate him because he’s so one-dimensional in Movie 10, and then they watch Movie 8 and go “Oh, so this is why people like him.”   And the fanboys love him for Movie 8 and then they see 10 and go “Oh, this is why everyone hates his guts.”    They argue in circles about the character, when they’re really talking about the two movies, one good and one bad.   

I suppose Broly represents some of the worst aspects of the fandom, the folks who only care about stats and power levels and battleboard nonsense, the dudebros who cling to the male power fantasy even as DBZ constantly pokes holes in it at every turn.    But I don’t blame the character for that.    Movie 8 was a fun movie, and he was a big part of the reason why.  

Favorite episode (scene if movie): Probably the part where he kills his own father.  What makes Movie 8 work is that it’s this tragedy disguised as a revenge story.  King Vegeta tried to kill Paragus and Broly, and Paragus wants revenge for that, but Broly goes haywire and wrecks the whole thing, which only proves that King Vegeta was right about Broly all along.   I think, early on, Paragus and Broly genuinely cared about one another, but their evil scheme ruined their relationship, until they each saw the other as disposable.  

Favorite season/movie: Movie 8, no question.

Favorite line: “I do what needs to be done.   What do you expect from a true freak?!”

Favorite outfit: He’s really only got the one, but I do enjoy the alt-attire they give him in the video games, where he looks more like his Movie 10 self, and for whatever reason there’s less green in his hair and aura.    I think the Raging Blast Games let you customize auras, and I would give Broly the classic SSJ one, as opposed to his green nonsense.  

OTP: You know, I can’t believe I never thought about this before, but has anyone tried doing like a Movie 8 version of Cheelai?   Like, I don’t know if “Evil Cheelai” is exactly what I’m suggesting, but some kind of darker version of her, a lady who’s basically inherited the same tenuous control over Broly that Paragus had.   Like, maybe he thinks she’s his slave, but she’s manipulating him, or she has a beefier version of the mind control tiara from the movie.   

But yeah, otherwise, I got nothing.

Brotp: Forget that, Broly’s a jerk.

Head Canon: The Xenoverse games sort of pull the same trick as all of the older games, using Broly ‘93 as a bonus challenge after you beat the game.   Except the Xenoverse games have to try to explain it somehow, like he’s a time anomaly, or he crawled out of a timehole or whatever.    I kind of like that idea, that Broly is this glitch in reality that manifests as a freaky-deaky Super Saiyan.

Mostly, though, I just cannot abide the idea of that green bulky form being the legitimate Legendary Super Saiyan form.   I’m not saying it’s phony or wrong or uncool, but I hate the idea that Goku beat Frieza using some knockoff transformation that wasn’t green enough.   That’s dumb.

Unpopular opinion: I cannot stress enough that Cell would wipe the floor with Broly ‘93.   It wouldn’t even be close.  

A wish: I always wanted to see Goku or Vegeta defeat Broly in a one-on-one encounter.    Basically he shows up and they’re like “Well now we have Super Saiyan 2, so your ass is grass,” and he loses clean.

An oh-god-please-dont-ever-happen: I hope they never do a Broly revival where he’s even stronger and they have to use Gogeta Blue to beat him, that would be stupid--

Oh, wait.   

Well, they made a good movie out of it, but I still detest the idea of Broly being that much stronger than Goku and Vegeta.    It’s not right.

5 words to best describe them: Mean and green and bad.

My nickname for them: Broly ‘93, I suppose.

[justdyingslowly]

1. Name justdyingslowly obviously come on

2. Nationality Australian

3. Age 22

4. Birthday nnnah dont feel like it

5. Zodiac sign (or your primal zodiac sign) Libra/Scorpio cusp

6. Gender wamon

7. Sexuality very very hetero

8. Your looks (add a picture or describe yourself) androgenous

9. What do you/did you study? Psychology (focus on sexology) and art.

10. What’s your current job like?/What job would you like to have? I am disabled you think I can work ha sexologist would be awesome. When I was a kid I wanted to be a fireman but Australias always burning

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11. Your birth order head first

12. How many siblings do you have? 1

13. Do you have good relations with your family? yeah dads finally out of his abusive relationship, nearing age 70 and his emotions and his sexuality are finally opening up for the first time and that makes me SO happy.

14. How many friends do you have? what kind of fucked up question is this.

15. Your relationship status relationshipped. Fiance? got the marriage papers in a drawer somewhere with the car rego but can’t be fucked filling them?

16. What do you look for in a SO? empathetic, mature, calm. Always open to discussion. Prefers to be blunt rather than secretive. Emotional age over 14 (incredibly fucking rare apparently). Puts an importance on context and understanding other views above all else.

17. Do you have a crush? Hellll yeah Crush on my partner and got a crush on a mutual friend of ours who don’t even know hes cute af hehe one day partners gonna accidentally spill the beans and embarrass me coz hes shit with secrets RIP me.

18. When did you have your first kiss? You think I can remember this bullshit? Its not that big a deal

19. Do you prefer serious and meaningful relationships or casual dating/one night stands? One night stand sex almost exclusively sucks. Just. SUCKS. Because neither of you know what the other likes and it ends up being an awkward mix of trying to please yourself while trying to also be considerate.

20. What are your deal breakers? Plugging your ears to anything that feels gross, uncomfortable or disagrees with you. How can you grow as a person without introspection? How can you mold what you think and believe without taking in other arguments and comparing them to your beliefs to see how they stack up? Its pathetic.

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21. How was your day? cute mutual friend had a fall this morning and were both worried about him. His back is bad and he’s getting a little older, he can’t be getting dizzy and having falls like that. other than that im anxious about seeing my gastro. He’s lovely but... specialists are specialists. Good at knowing what they know but not always great at listening.

22. Favourite food & drink you think im allowed to eat or drink? water and... foods a touchy subject.

23. What position do you sleep in? Usually on my side with a body pillow to grip so I don’t end up choking my partner in his sleep.

24. What was your last dream about? uuhhh...going to italy and being unable to get into this tiny basket boat properly.

25. Your fears does PTSD to medical shit count haha

26. Your dreams ... going to italy and being unable to get into a tiny basket boat thingy?

27. Your goals - get some sort of diagnosis eventually. Its been 3 years of trying and im tired. - get back to studying art part time for my bachelors. - pass JLPT N3. - go back to university for psychology. - do the dishes when I get home.

28. Any pets? two budgies. we also take care of any orphaned or injured birds.

29. What are your hobbies? feeling nauseous drawing writing a little bit im making a little gameboy game in C atm too

30. Any cool places in your area? i live next to a national park with waterfalls and koalas and emus and stuff

31. What was your last awkward situation? mutual friend made a comment on his chest i playfully smacked it (related to the comment) it was surprisingly hard “O-oh wow, thats... I didnt expect that” my partner laughed at me. it was awful.

32. What is your last regret? getting embarrassed at friends pecs stop making me think about it 33. Language/s you can speak english. N4 Japanese.

34. Do you believe in astrological stuff? (Zodiac, tarot, etc.) of course not what the fuck

35. Have any quirks? Quirkless. I do wiggle when im happy though apparently.

36. Your pet peeves open doors.

37. Ideal vacation spend a months chilling in an old japanese house in autumn hokkaido oooooof that sounds nice

38. Any scars? internal? yes

39. What does your last text message say? peepee poopoo ustinky

40. Last 5 things from your search history how do i find this

41. What’s your [device] background? Sam Porter Bridges walkin around Sam Porter Bridges cuddling BB-28 Louise while he sleeps my chicken

42. What do you daydream about? all might

43. Describe your dream home an old japanese house in autumn hokkaido oooooof that sounds nice

44. What’s your religion/Your thought about religion its a comforting thought having a parent-figure who cares about you and looks after all the big things you can’t manage yourself, but institutionalizing it runs a severe risk of becoming harmful cults. And it often does.

45. Your personality type me

46. The most dangerous thing you’ve done i saw the lost bunny that was on all the posters in the neighbourhood looked thin and patchy so i grabbed him to take him home. im allergic. sent me to hospital and I almost died.

47. Are you happy with your current life? feeling sick sucks and partners having a depressive episode but things are pretty good

48. Some things you’ve tried in your life living

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49. What does your wardrobe consist of? blacks, reds, whites and pinks

50. Favourite colour to wear? at the moment pink. Red is always comforting though.

51. How would you describe your style? mix between lazy alternative punk, teenager with band shirts and harajuku peach kawaii uwu

52. Are you happy with your current looks? kinda wish i was a bit shorter but what can you do

53. If you could change/add something to your appearance - impossible or not - what would it be? bit shorter

54. Any tattoos or piercings? lol no PTSD

55. Do you get complimented often? by who? partner constantly, family haha are you kidding im australian so a friend’s version of showing affection is calling you a cunt and slapping your ass in public

56. Favourite aesthetic? all might

57. A popular trend that you dislike blocking because you disagree or find them distasteful. Ignoring all context to opposing thoughts and arguments. taking a personal feeling of disgust to mean something is evil. Blocking your ears to anything that isn’t a circlejerk of what you already think - and trying to isolate anyone who even just listens to something other then the noise of your sloppy dicks to have a thought of their own.

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58. Songs you’re currently obsessed with? The Machine by Low Roar

59. Song you normally wouldn’t admit you like. why wouldnt i admit i like a song

60. Favourite genre? probably enka haha

61. Favourite artist/band/genre? probably enka haha oh and tatsuro yamashita

62. Hated popular songs/artists? why the hell would I hate something like a song? I hate aspects of the music industry as a whole I guess?

63. Put your music on shuffle and list first 5 which playlist they aren’t all together in one place

64. Can you sing or play any instruments? piano, saxophone... uh... partners good at making music and playing shakuhachi

65. Do you like karaoke? no.

66. Own any albums? yes? many?

67. Do you listen to radio? What stations? no. but triple J, ABC Jazz and Classical. sometimes they even play final fantasy and JRPG music on classical which is pretty neat. -

68. Favourite movie/series? can i make this about games because then the answer is Metal Gear Solid

69. Favourite genre of movies/books/etc ...shounen?

70. Your fictional crush/es if they’re over 40yrs old, male and happy and bubbily or grumpy and sad then there’s a big ol fat chance I wanna bone. Solid Snake from MGS4, All Might and pretty much anyone drawn by Tarou Madoromi.

71. Which fictional character is you? uh

72. Are you a shipper? List your otps, if so what does this even mean what language is this

73. Favourite greek god? idk hades seems chill

74. A legend from where you live that you like the story of Tjilbruke is funny and good. all Kaurna stories are good.

75. Do you like art? What’s your favourite work or artist? im in a big egon schiele mood atm.

76. Can you share your other social media? no i am incapable

77. Favourite youtubers? many

78. Favourite platform? not too high up. actually i like being a little lower than ground level in corners.

79. How much time do you spend on the internet? too much

80. What video games have you played? Which one’s your favourite? look i just want to say that MGS4 is the best one in the series and Death Stranding is phenomenally engaging.

81. Your favourite books (manga also counts) these are all so goddamn definitive how can I pick? Oh wait the answer is One Piece

82. Do you play board/card games? I play DnD atm and know 15 yr old rules to Yugioh

83. Have you ever been to a night marathon in cinema? that shit dosn’t happen here

84. Favourite holiday golden week coz its a week also easter because thats when all the glucose based sweets come back

85. Are you into dramas? what kind

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86. Would you use death note, if you had one? no. thats called being a murderer.

87. What changes would you make in the world, no matter how impossible, if you had the power to? chill people out a bit. when people feel unsafe they get really depenfive and territorial and block their ears to everything, making in-and-out groups for themsevles that end up putting them in more harm.

88. Could you survive a zombie apocalypse? im disabled with a disabled partner. we arent funny sure we can survive normal everyday life when society is angled so sharply against us.

89. If you had to be turned into a paranormal being, what would it be? id like to be a mimi spirit

90. What would you want to happen to you after your death? spooky time

91. If you had to change your name, what would be your pick? toshinori yagi

92. Who would you switch your life with for a week? anyone healthy

93. Pick an emoji to be your tattoo that cursed one with the intense eyes and the hand

94. Write 3 things about yourself - only one of them must be true im me im not me im pee

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95. Cold or hot? cold.

96. Be a hero or be a villain? both are distasteful ideas in reality

97. Sing everything you want to say or rhyme? i can’t do either partner speak sin bad puns and its hell, these both sound about equal

98. Shapeshifting or controlling time? shapeshifting. controlling time is eithe rmanipulative or lonely. shapeshifing is every other superpower at once.

99. Be immortal or be immune to everything aside from natural death? both are deeply upsetting ideas

100. ….. or …..? jiji or ossan? generally Jiji, but ossans can be lovely too.

[trickstarbrave]

one thing you guys need to know about me is. i consume and write a good amount of isekai/reincarnation stories i just never end up posting. either story gets abandoned bc i realized i didnt plan it out or i get a New hyperfixation i have to indulge in

this is one of those but. it involves a transmasc main character which i feel is severely lacking in the genre.

anyways im gonna dump the plot out here bc its my blog and you all have to suffer. but i will use a read more so. also i havent named any characters yet so hopefully it wont be too annoying to explain.

to start off with, it would make the most sense if i explain the original plot of the novel the mc is being shoved into. it was a toxic romance novel the mc read bc it was just a disaster of a plot with two fucked up ppl and it was genuinely entertaining to him. he's trans in our world but likes shitty weird romance stories as a guilty pleasure despite them being mostly marketed towards women (though he also likes toxic BL too. he's that kinda guy)

anyways. female lead (FL) and male lead (ML) are just a super toxic couple. ML is emperor of this fantasy empire (as one tends to be if you arent the cold duke of the north or crown prince lmao) who is looking for his childhood friend. said childhood friend was the illegitimate child of a noble household. maybe a county or smth. ML was originally the son of a concubine never intended to take the throne but he did so by force. mostly because he had a sort of childhood romance with this friend--they both had a crush on each other and spent a lot of time together whenever possible. and just to spite him the ruling empress at the time destroyed her family and it was said she was killed but no body was recovered.

so the ML goes looking for her. he's a bit obsessive and a bit toxic but he's the kind of person that spoils and acts sweet to the person he loves. the FL hears about this and wants the position of empress and also revenge (i havent figured out what she wants revenge for tbh. i might give her some kind of connection to the previous empress tho) who casts extremely powerful, dark magic on the ML to make him think she's his childhood friend and essentially overrides his memories of her. makes up a lie that she was adopted by another family because she had the ability to be a good mage and was raised by them after being abducted by the previous empress. after which she moves into the palace. she even starts to fall for the emperor because he's very sweet when all lovey dovey even though he could also be cruel. the MC thinks this is stupid reading it bc he's like "you know how he actually is. you know his real personality and that he'll want to kill you for doing this. are you insane"

the og plot ends with the spell breaking the emperor realizing she isnt his childhood friend but he's already married her and slept with her so he just kills them both. its mostly told from the FL's perspective though so she believes its bc he both hates and loves her and can't reconcile those feelings of both wanting her more than anything and wanting to kill her. (in reality though its because she told him his childhood friend was actually dead and he's so disgusted with himself as well that he wants to kill the both of them)

mc gets into an accident as so many isekaied protagonists do and ends up in that world in the body of a little girl at an orphanage. she's an extremely pretty girl but he's like. "what the fuck. i live here now? in the world of that toxic ass novel??? AND i have to transition again?????? this is the worst." but he's a survivor if nothing else and decides to tough it out. orphanage sucks but he's not there forever and instead enlists to use a sword and uses magic to transition. only problem is complex magic like that costs a lot of money that a simple mercenary can make. so he ends up working for a noble family convincing himself its fine. he'll just completely avoid the plot

only well. despite basically being a knight he has problem after problem. namely that he is such a pretty boy the daughter of the noble he works for is head over heels for him and also he is STILL not making enough money to pay off his debt. but he can't just bail because then he'll have no way to make that money but if he doesn't soon that noble is going to kick him out or want him dead anyways.

the imperial palace is hiring guards though and he knows that might get him caught up in the plot but he knows it'll be a couple of years till the plot starts. and the imperial palace pays WAY MORE than the knights salary he gets here. so he asks for a letter of recommendation and in a hurry to get his ass out of there the noble agrees and he's on his way to the palace, deciding to save up all of his money basically and once the plot starts bailing, paying off his debt, and working as a mercenary until the plot is over and probably fleeing the country in the subsequent succession war with the death of the emperor.

he mostly avoids the emperor. the man is cold and harsh but he doesn't have to interact directly, mostly he just patrols the grounds for intruders. to be the emperor's personal knight (bodyguard basically) takes a lot more than just a letter of recommendation and being good with the sword. they've passed by each other on occasion but usually his face was down bowing or the emperor was far enough way he can't really see him.

and then the mc gets caught up with palace stuff, people flirting with him, a new mentor training him with the blade, perfecting infusing his sword with magic, the works. he's actually having a great time in the palace. to the point he doesn't notice the main plot is happening until it basically starts.

the emperor is on the balcony of his room and starts getting a terrible migraine. the mc realizes "oh shit wait is it time for the plot to start? if that starts happening that means the FL cast the spell and she'll be at the palace in a few weeks." but before he can just leave he notices the emperor is VERY close to the railing when he basically faints and the MC moves automatically to catch him. the emperor's person knights rush downstairs to see where he is and if he's okay and luckily he only has minor injuries (though the mc dislocated his shoulder and ankle catching him). mc is relieved he's alright because this will probably mean he gets a huge reward, can pay off his debt, and resign with the excuse that he just isnt as good with the sword post injury even if it would be a lie.

the emperor comes to fairly quickly though, sees him, and instantly calls out his childhood friend's name and is hugging him and crying about how relieved he is to find him. the mc is just staring confused and baffled wondering if the magic got fucked up from the FL casting it, but even though he's protesting the ML is hearing none of it and saying to take him to the bedroom he had prepared for his friend and treat his injuries. everyone is very confused by this but they also check the emperor over and see he got a minor head injury and hope the misunderstanding will be cleared up soon. but the MC is just like. is this guy going to kill me realizing who i actually am. even if i deny it that magic is strong. i keep saying im not and he is Not Listening even when others say he's acting strange.

come morning the mc barely slept he is still so anxious and confused wondering how the fuck this even happened. how the hell he's gonna get out of this. the FL will want him dead for interrupting her magic. the ML will want him dead for impersonating his friend/first love even though he Did Not Mean To Do This. not to mention the room is decked out with stuff for women and is the bedroom the emperor has perfectly curated for his friend complete with sleep wear and robes and day clothes and fancy dresses and jewelry and he's just like. "im just a fucking orphan brat why the fuck am i here???? not to mention i do NOT wanna be put in any of those dresses i think my muscles would rip those immediately."

emperor comes in to see him freshly bathed (MC sent the maids who were ordered to help him bathe out of the bathroom. he can clean himself up and hopefully he can talk some sense into the emperor) in a robe sitting on the bed awkwardly. emperor looks at him and pauses going "... now that it's not dark i can see you properly... you weren't just pretending to be a man were you?" and the mc is like panicking not wanting to be killed and just ad libs "yeah i am a man now. i understand if you longer feel the same way about me though, i knew you might not so i never approached you" and the ML just smiles and says "you're you no matter what. what gender you are won't change how i feel. besides it only makes sense, you were always a tomboy who hated dresses. i prepared dresses just in case you changed your mind but i can get you proper suits as well." and the mc is like. "SHIT I WAS REALLY HOPING THAT WOULD GET ME OUT OF THIS WHY DOES HE HAVE TO BE BI SPECIFICALLY FOR HIS FIRST LOVE".

the mc thus spends a while trying to ad lib based on stuff he remembers from the novel and also trying to figure out a way out of this. the FL will find out her spell bounced and wanna get rid of him and also if the magic wears off bc the FL wants to cast the spell again he will realize one way or the other that the MC isn't his childhood friend.

mc reading the novel: fl is dumb as shit actually falling for him. She knows he’s crazy and doesn’t actually love her but this is too entertaining to put down

mc realizing he is now falling for the emperor bc of how sweet he is to him:

i have. a new idea for a novel.