#i don't deserve a treat at all but by god i'm at my limit. i might just fuck it all and do it anyways

[artekai]

Debating whether or not I should get myself a little treat on the off chance that it might give me a will to live for .2 seconds

[ratinacoat]

Explaining my syscourse (endos specifically) stance in depth cause "anti endo" makes people assume I just want all endos to die. I am anti endo but not super aggressive. I've been told some parts are more aggressive/hateful about it but I (Rat) am less "I'm gunna throw a rock at you" than some. Anyway!

I do not believe in the concept of endogenic plurality and I don't really care if it's real or not. I don't think it's possible because I've never been met with convincing arguments. There isn't evidence of it that goes any farther than "I feel this way", and (claim of) experience is not proof. I don't believe in plurality in the same way I don't believe in a god. There's no evidence and (claim of) experience with said god isn't proof. If there were evidence, I would be convinced. I don't think the lack of research means everyone should believe, I think it's the opposite. Something not having tons of research done on it doesn't mean every claim or idea someone has about it is true. If I were met with evidence of the claims my stance would change. I'm open to accepting new information but that information has never been given so I have yet to be convicned.

That being said, I don't think endos deserve to be treated like shit just for holding that belief or labeling themselves as such. I think people are more than welcome to be critical of certain aspects of the belief or communities, especially those who had been previously in them, but they shouldn't personally attack someone unless that person was doing it first or being disrespectful. No belief is ever immune to criticism. Communities that don't welcome people who believe plurality aren't harmful either. It's okay for people to have certain spaces where they feel most seen/heard and in my experience, spaces made for pwCDDs (diagnosed especially) have been the most comfortable. Someone may feel the opposite and that's okay, there should be difference in communities and one not including you is not oppression or a personal attack.

I don't believe all endos are lying about what they experience, I simply don't believe it's actually plurality. A lot of things endos have sent me as proof honestly show that plurality is a label someone puts on something that is already explainable. Such as my friend who uses plurality to describe being genderfluid. I don't believe it's actually being different people but it helps them better describe how their identity changes at times. I am skeptical when someone makes an outlandish claim (say... system hopping) but I keep that to myself cause I see no point in arguing. However I will point out when someone is making a false claim about something that is proven and does have limitations. Such as claiming DID can be endogenic, cause it can't.

I find the communties horrible, as someone who's been in them. It depends which ones you're in but a lot are really really bad. This really applies to Discord most of all. A lot of them are full of some pretty bad people, to put it vaguely cause I don't think going on an even longer rant about my expeirence in them would be good lol.

I don't see anything inherently wrong with (non endo) pro-endos or endo-neutrals. A lot seem to have good intentions of just wanting to give people the benefit of the doubt. I think some are really aggressive about it and I believe encouraging people to believe things with no proof is harmful but not all of them do that, I have met some chill ones and I don't really have a big issue until they start spreading misinformation. Misinformation like saying CDDs and plurality are the same, pwCDDs can have endogenic dissociative states, or splitting from stress means you're mixed origin.

Pretty much I just don't believe in it but I don't think everyone who does is bad, there's just a lot of assholes who are the loudest. To me it's the same as being an antitheist/atheist who's still chill with religious people even though I have some strong opinions on religion personally. I don't think all endos deserve the worst in life, I just don't believe in it and I don't agree with anti endos who harass people for disagreeing.

[cakewritez]

Cries of an Angel.

Reader is mostly reffered to as them, use of she once. Reader is gender fluid, and feels dysphoria. Feminine presenting to male presenting.

I based this off of my own experience, I know it's not the same for everyone, but hopefully someone out there feels the same way I do. <3

TW: GENDER DYSPHORIA, use of disturbing poetry, Ronin being ronin, the same warnings to killer chat apply here as well! HE DOESN'T HATE WOMEN GUYS HE JUST HAS A ROUGH BACKSTORY (without spoiling)

Gluttony Gods (another roserot game) spoilers!!

Ronin had asked you out on a little date, something that wasn't exactly fancy, but the two of you could spend time together and learn something new. That's all you really wanted anyways.

You put on one of your favorite skirts, applying makeup, and finally placing a perfect pretty bow in your hair. You were ready!

<goreboy> : U Ready?

<d4rlinMC> : yeah!

<goreboy> : come Outside

How ominous. But, that was Ronin.

You walked outside, making sure to lock your door, turn off all the lights and make sure all the doors were closed. A little habit that you developed from hanging with serial killers.

Ronin saw you and gave a low whistle. “There's my baby, dressed up like a lil’ fuckin doll.” He wrapped his hands around your waist, pressing kisses on your forehead.

“Ronin, cut it out!!” You giggled as you playfully pushed him away.

“Nah, m’gonna treat my partner the way she deserves.” He gave you another kiss before letting go.

That felt, off. You don't know what it was, maybe you were finally becoming aware of what was before you? A killer, you're dating a serial killer. No. . you love him and he loves you, besides, your way too far gone. It was something else making you uncomfortable.

You brushed it off and went with Ronin to your date.

You were watching Ronin point out the details of how a car runs to you, all the nooks and crannies as well.

You were paying attention, you were sure of it. All of a sudden something felt, off. Your hands ran down your chest a few times, it felt the same? Physically, but mentally it felt flat. Like, you were a guy.

You felt wrong.

Ronin took notice of this after you stopped responding to him, he looked, and scanned for what could be wrong.

You hastily grabbed your bow out of your hair, and desperately tried to wipe the lipstick of your lips, but it was no use.

He looked at your ruined state, your panicking oh so desperate state. He loved it.

But the Devil has its limits. Only you could be ruined by him.

He slid from under the car, and sat on the Dolly. He inched closer to you, hands placed on your face as he leaned in. Almost close enough to pres his lips against yours. However, he had other plans.

“Tell me what troubles you, is it.. that decaying femininity? You feel it dying in you? Rancid, festering girlhood? You feel it? "

His grip stayed tight on your face. His words, like an addictive drug from his lips to yours. He was telling the truth.

You nodded, tears prickling in your eyes. Your mind hazy with the thoughts of your insides not reflecting your outside. You're a guy, a dude,

And yet here you are, dressed in your 'decaying feminity.'

Ronin indulged in your tears, your sorrowful symphonies were a gift to him. A wonderful gift, if only Ther had realized this.

His words spew poison into your system, sickly sweet.

"Yeah? That's what it feels like? C’mon baby, I need words.”

You nodded hazily.

“That's it, let me infect you.”

Your lips closed the distance, agreeing to an unspoken deal.

A deal with the devil.

AN: I'M BACK ON THAT KC GRIND BABBEEYYY!! (≡^∇^≡)

[sustiawan-author]

Richard Cameron SFW Alphabet . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁

The long awaited content for your favorite, morally grey redhead! This is dedicated for my Cameron girlies sitting in the corner, waiting for content. I've got u.

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

This is so cute because he's like... the opposite of Neil. He doesn't show affection too overtly, okay, I'm sorry. But you know what he does?

Richard has this thing where he makes sure your needs are taken care of. Often times, he slips on your shoes for you while you sit on the bed, and even kisses your ankle like a sweet oath before putting it on. But you have to pretend you didn't see or else he'll get bashful and deny it.

He calls Todd a stiff but my God is he one lol. But you find it cute. You don't mind. You like to tease him a lot about it.

He's such a 'but what will they say?' guy to a fault. Obviously. So you pull his arm and whisper real nice to his ear for him to settle down, and you have a talk to him about his problem. He listens, and you comb his hair tenderly.

It ends with him crying against your shoulder. He regrets it all, even after years being out of Welton Prep. It's like he's been doused with a bucket of ice water. He's so glad he's met you.

Richard would've worked himself to death ('m not kidding) had you not been with him. All he needs is for you to put your arms forward and softly call out his name and he'll surrender.

His touches (when in public) probably limit to a hand on your waist or a bit lower to your hips if he's tired, but he absolutely melts when you flirt with him all sweet. He just forgets resolve and does not care anymore — to home you'll go!

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

Honestly, I have to say you two probably met at university at the very least. He isn't the friends to lovers type y'all. If he wants you as his woman, then as his woman you'll be.

That's it. This is who you sign up for.

He'll spot you as "that cute girl across the room" (his words), and he'll begin 'courting' you. Like some wild animal.

But it's alright, he's the traditional type. Almost to a fault. He gives you roses one day, a nice dainty bouquet, and some courtesy chocolates. They're so tart and nice, and you can't help but question the rumors going around about how 'stuffy' and 'rigid' he is.

"Oh, thank you," you beamed, hugging the gifts tightly. He just looks down on you with a proud, half lidded gaze,

"It's no problem, what's not to give?"

He's entranced, girl. LOL.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

(Don't tell anyone) He LOVES it. So much. Probably relies on them a little bit.

Come on, he's a man deep down alright. He loves being hugged and loved by a beautiful woman and you are the only one he wants.

You probably end up cooing and doting on him a lot because he's so cute. And this might be the right time to tell you he makes BIG money, girl (more on the next letter!)

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down?How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Okay, hello, this man brings home mighty cash. And he's so stable too.

Fine, in the context of poetry and art, he's an admitted loser at it. But that's only because his values align elsewhere; he's so ready to settle down, be loved by someone he devotes his life to, and treat them as they deserve to be treated.

There's a reason why he comes home at night with exhaustion on his eyelids, and somehow you still get presented with a medium-sized, deep turquoise velvet box that's shaped like a heart. Inside is a lovely necklace with an ornate ruby as the charm.

You kiss him with devotion and say your 'thank you's against his lips. He accepts them, limp with exhaustion. His briefcase plops on the floor as you take his hands. You're so proud of your husband. ଘ(੭◌ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ♡‧₊˚

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

He's gentle to you, not so much with himself;

Richard isn't too comfortable with anything below excellent. It's how he's been raised. When you mess up, he takes a deep breath, kisses your head and cleans the mess together with you — in any shape or form.

But when he makes a mistake? He feels like a total screw-up. He doesn't know what to do, he beats hinself up, he scowls and tries harder but he never takes it out on anything — let alone you.

One time, you noticed him being quite hard on himself, and you prepared him a cup of hot tea, some biscuits you made, and massaged his shoulders. He melted against you and cried against your lap.

This man is an anxious mess of someone who always tries their hardest. Reassure him and you'll be great.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

He's the sweetest, most tender hugger. You feel so safe in his arms, it's like a shield around you.

Richard always has everything — and I mean every little thing — under control; he manages the bills, does the taxes (he prefers doing them for you, but you assure him you'd like to sit by him and accompany him. He's so thankful for this), and he always makes sure you get the best of the best. That's what he promised your father before he married you anyway, and he's big on keeping promises.

He hugs you when you're sad, brushes your stray hair away and kisses your forehead and temples. He lets you sit on his lap facing him, rubs your back, assures you you're his bestest girl and "we're gonna go through this together okay, hun?"

Yeah.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

Quite slow ^_^ he wants it to mean as much as he values it, and he's a bit more modest with his emotions, so even he has to figure it out first.

But when he pursues you seriously, it'll only take him less than 2 months to profess. He knows what he wants, and he is not looking to waste your time.

He planned the whole thing out; dinner, nice refreshments, then under the moonlight will he tell you about his feelings. He even took note from Keating's lessons, albeit his love-hate relationship with them, and got a bit sentimental with it.

But it was all thrown off the hook when he saw how gorgeous you looked in your dress, all dolled up and ready to see him, smiling sweetly as you took his arm and greeted the night.

He blurted it out before the pasta even got to the table.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Richard would never admit it, but he gets more than a little bit bothered if his old alumni paid a little bit more attention to you than necessary;

They came over to your house, and of course Richard insisted you two serve them your prided jars of homemade cookies and some warm tea.

Charlie probably brags about his stocks being higher than usual or whatever it is business people discuss, and when you came downstairs, all went hurrahs in excitement to see how you're doing.

Once they all had their fair share of greeting you, of course your man had to dish them his classic "alright, alright, guys that's enough! settle down"

Yeah. You like him that way.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

He does NOT want me to answer this one folks.

He kisses like a promise, like a little secret shared between the two of you. Only you know how truly sweet he can be.

He kisses to taste you, to tenderly encompass you in something that is truly his and yours, to grasp your chin between his thumb and forefinger and whisper something adoring against your lips.

He kisses like he's going to be there with you forever, like time stops and nothing else matters in this world. He knows you're his world, his globe, his life, all the essence that keeps him rejuvenated.

He needs you.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

Awkwardly sweet. He doesn't know what to do with his hands.

Say, you're supposed to babysit your best friend's son for the day, and for some reason he keeps babbling specifically for Richard.

You just stir his food on the stove and casually ask your husband to 'please watch over the baby, dear.'

He ends up reading a sports almanac for the tot.

Don't be mad at him, in his eyes it's genuine effort. And it keeps the baby occupied and entertained!

When the baby falls asleep after all is done, Richard smirks proudly at you.

'Ready to be a father,' he boasted, snaking an arm to your waist and leaning down to give you a kiss.

Lol.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

He's a groggy guy, but he'll wake up early before the first bird even gets to chirp.

Richard kisses your temple, tucks you further in the blanket, slip into his robe and slippers and spends his time downstairs, on the porch.

He watches the neighbors go by on their bikes or on their daily stroll and smokes his pipe, polishing it with his satin handkerchief before and after each use.

Then he'll probably make you some pancakes (which lacked in sugar, so it just tasted like wheat) and diligently added a heap of blueberries and maple syrup on top.

You ate it together.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

He is exhausted. The only leisure day for him is Saturday, so he'd prefer his nights then to be uninterrupted.

You'll run him (or both of you) a bath, and soak there before spending it in front of the fireplace. If it's Sunday, then he'll do his due work with the papers, pens, and manila files strewn across the carpet and coffee table. But if it's Saturday, then he'll just have an arm around your shoulder and discuss your next date out.

He has a scheduled life, okay. And you respect it (and find it attractive) 👀

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

AWWWWWWW If you've actually seen him, you'll know how sensitive he is.

From the beginning, he likes to talk about you, and he loves it when you talk about yourself. But when you asked about him, he nervously stammered.

He couldn't believe a girl as gorgeous as you could care so much about someone like him. It's impossible! he thought, but you beg to differ.

The more you spend time with one another, the more you knew about him. Richard told you about his mother, how he used to help her knit when his father's not home. He also spoke somewhat lovingly about his old man, how he used to take him to his work to learn all about the industry, even when he was small. But he also told you about how much pressure he faced when he was younger, how difficult it is to keep up with the others.

But he never, ever complains. Especially not when you smile so brightly each time he brings home something he bought on his own, or when he sees how beautifully you've decorated and maintained the home he's bought for the both of you.

He would never, ever think of trading his life with another. Not a chance.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

He's a grumpy little baby, according to you. Never with others, just with you. His girl.

He would never openly admit if he's struggling or frustrated with something, unless you're there; then it's all "Aw, honey, I nicked my finger :((" or

"Man! I was excited for that game. Now it's all bull," and plops on your lap.

You just giggle and brush his hair back, kissing his forehead. Then he melts into your touch and you realize it was all a ruse.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

Honestly, he's like a basic man, besides the fact that he stores every single thing he knows about you in his organizer.

Yes, he has a book dedicated for data inputting. That's Richard Cameron for ya.

He puts in your birth date, your favorite color, your favorite fabric, your favorite dress outlines and even ones he loves most on you, the spendings he's put out for you and planning for what's next (a.k.a. a section dedicated for you only).

Self explanatory.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

Awwww he loved it when he took you to his parents' house and after (the very intense) dinner, you two sat on his doorstep and just... talked.

He held your fingers since they were freezing from the autumn cold, and you heave cold breaths against his blazer.

None of you wanted to go inside. He was giggling happily, all kissing your hair and hugging you close.

He wishes he could relive it again.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Okay, he is way too protective. It's like?? Your wife won't run or get kidnapped if you leave her side for one second dude you can chill out.

No, I'm so serious he is such a type-A so when you have to be separate from him, you have to be back at the time you tell him, or at least give him a call or a heads-up inbetween or else he'll get all anxious and worried about your wellbeing.

Your presence takes over his life girl </3 please take care of bro

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

A lot. And I mean... a little worryingly so.

He takes things seriously, has a principle that anything in life should be done with utmost excellence or else it's not worth it at all. This bleeds into your relationship in... interesting ways!

He gets you a teddy bear for your first anniversary. No, not those drugstore ones, an actual luxury brand teddy bear with a bejewelled neckline. Yes, its eyes sparkle too. And yes, you loved it.

He also planned a nice dinner with a view and an orchestra singing in the cafe (he aligned your schedules with the timetable the restaurant provided just to be able to see them), and you adored him the rest of the night.

In return, you've gifted him a nice watch with your initials embedded within it. He cried at the restaurant (he just couldn't hold it in) and ended up cuddling your teddy bear until you two got to the car.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

This is so funny but he'd think you two are possibly the best couple out there in comparison to... like, anyone and everyone.

You've told him not to boast, but his life's hard work is invested in your relationship. It's hard for him not to!

Richard makes sure each time you two go out together that you are feeling your utmost best so he could relax the whole evening and! Well! Pridefully shove your existence to every conversation he can join.

You remind him later that everyone began rolling their eyes, but he shrugged and got some grapes for you two instead.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

A lot. PLEASEEE did y'all see the GIF where he was joking around with Todd? Richard loves looking his best.

If Neil takes his time on doing house chores, Richard makes sure to put meticulous effort in ironing his shirts, gelling his hair, and even putting his trousers on the neatest he could.

He just knows looks mean everything in a shallow world, okay.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

YES. Lol.

I know I talked about secure attachment and all that on Neil's post, but with this boy? If you ever leave him, his breath would be taken out of his throat.

He's the sobbing breathless and stutters, struggling to sy how he feels type.

Please take care of yourself. If you ever even fall sick with the slightest fever, he would never leave your bed. And this creates such a moral conflict because he knows he has to work but seeing his darling all red in cold sweat and whimpering in pain leaves his heart aching too much for him to think straight.

He ended up calling out of work. Don't worry, of course he scheduled it ahead. Classic.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

He loves your childhood home. If you still lived there before you got together, once you did, he'd ask to visit you there almost every week.

It gives him a nice sense of optimism about the life you two could build together, and seeing your old pictures on the wall from when you were small tugged a heartstring he didn't even know he had in him.

Also he finds your bed there really snug.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

He doesn't like any sense of laziness or sloth.

Richard is... a hard worker, to say the least. He's stable, he's reliable, and he's straightforward. He would be way down if his partner takes advantage of that or worse, refuses to meet him halfway.

He loves your spontaneity, but he also values the stability he could bring. If you two could find a good balance, then he'll find it so much more magical to cruise the waves of your love.

Yes, he calls it that.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

He puts in snore blockers, like those clamps on your nose to keep you from snoring.

Richard read an article once or twice about the statistics of people's lives being affected negatively by sleep apnea and he's been shaken ever since.

It's okay, you take it off for him if you wake earlier and kiss him good morning right after.

Howzzat for a redemption arc, baby?

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[papurgaatika]

The Best Of You, Honey, Belongs To Me

Kinktober Prompt 3: Threesome

MINORS DNI WITH MY WORK!!

A/N: howdy howdy my lovelies. I got carried away with this. I truly do NOT know how this happened tee bee aich. I'm just horny and a brat I guess. Thank you my beloved @carlynkurin as always, ur my number one smut reader and you slay every time Also huge thanks to my darling @phoeberidgers, i love you whole heartedly. I truly have nothing else to add today everyone. Peace and love on the planet Earth. Stay horny xoxo

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Tags: threesome, brat taming, spanking, spit kink, rope, cucking as punishment kinda, strict dom tess, soft dom joel, reader is a brat, oral (f and m receiving), degradation, daddy kink, implied age gap, d/s dynamics, established relationship, orgasm denial

Word count: 4.7k

Summary: You were a brat, it was in your nature, and you couldn't help but push their limits. Unfortunately for you, Tess doesn’t take anyone’s shit and Joel is loyal to her.

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You weren’t dating them. They weren’t even dating each other. But you were theirs, there was no damn doubt about it. They take care of you, keep you obedient, and hide you away from the rough parts of their lives. You were their sweet girl, and they liked making you stay good. 

But god help you, you were a brat to your core. Every single day was a challenge with them. You left your door unlocked after Tess told you to lock it while they were gone, flirted with some of the younger guys in the QZ when Joel was near you, and ignored their little rules. But you had gone too far this time, pushed their limits too much. 

They had finally let you come on a run, they don't ever let you come with them, only letting you do their deals inside the QZ if they're desperate. And you were in an absolute mood when they took you tonight. Grinding on Joel's dick anytime you had to “squeeze” past him, letting water drip down your neck between your tits while making eye contact with Tess, giggling at the guys they were trading with and biting your lip, and turning around to make full eye contact with the two of them. You were having fun riling them up. Watching the slow build of anger in Tess’s eyes and the ever-hardening outline of Joel’s cock had soft little giggles leaving your lips. 

You didn't really stop to consider the aftermath of your behavior. 

It turns out they didn't appreciate your humor.  “What the fuck was that?” Tess is hissing out as soon as you walk into the apartment. 

You bite your lip with a faux look of innocence “What was what?” 

Tess just scoffs eyes narrowed at you “Don't act like you don't know what the fuck you've been doing all night little girl.”  Joel just watches the scene unfolding between the two of you with dark eyes, moving from your hands wringing together and Tess’ narrowed eyes. Your eyes flick between the two of them, batting your eyelashes and letting your lips fall into a little pout.

You didn’t think you’d rile Tess up as much as you had. You’ve teased her before, and yes you were a brat- she loved that about you- but you had never seen her so downright pissed off. Not at you at least. “I don’t know what you mean..” your words come out as a gentle purr, big wide eyes looking at the both of them.

Joel lets out a noise of warning ‘’baby… don’t act like this”

Tess scoffs at his words, turning her head to shoot daggers at him “She knows what she’s doing Joel.” The sound that leaves her mouth is almost a growl “Bratty fucking things never learned to behave. Flirting with those stupid guards? Do you think they could give you what you need? Treat you how you deserve?” You squeak as Tess moves to grip your jaw between her fingers, pressing on your cheeks and tilting your head up so you have to look at her. You let out a quiet No ma'am, as well as you could with her fingers squishing into your cheeks.

She lets out a soft tsk at your words “Now where did all that fight go baby? All that fucking attitude?” she mocks. She moves the thumb that’s gripping your jaw and runs it over your bottom lip, pulling it down softly. Your mouth parts, taking her thumb into it, tongue swirling over the pad of her fingertip and letting your spit collect over it as a needy whine leaves your throat as she pulls it out. “So fucking pathetic.” Her thumb strokes your cheek, your own spit covering your skin and cooling your heated blush. “You want to be touched, baby? Huh is that what you want?”

You nod as much as possible with her hand holding you mostly still. Your eyes flick over to Joels, eyes wide and pleading. Joel makes it about half a step towards you before Tess is holding her hand up, stopping him in his tracks. “I don’t think so. Brats do not get what they want that easily.” You feel an argument building in the back of your throat and are immediately silenced by the look she gives you.

“I think” she hums “the only thing to do with you is have you kneel” She grabs your hair, tugging you to a spot parallel to the bed. You sink down to your knees, eyes not leaving hers as she gives a few pats to your cheek. You open your mouth and stick your tongue out, waiting for anything at that point: her fingers, a drop of spit, her cunt, joels cock, anything. Tess lets out a laugh and a grin plays on her lips, teeth so sharp it looks like she could take a bite out of you.

“Oh poor needy baby” she grips your chin and closes your mouth “You are not getting anything tonight.” She slides her hand off of you and moves to take off her top “You are just gonna sit here, looking pretty and pathetic, and watch.” 

You feel butterflies in your stomach as her words leave her lips, a pout and protest bubbling up from inside of you. “Wait no-” you look up at her before a glare in your direction cuts your words off in your throat. 

“Do not argue with me. You knew you were being a fucking tease and now this is what you get” Her words are stern as her eyes bore into yours. Your eyes are glued to her movements as she throws a bundle of rope in Joel's direction, stripping off her jeans while he follows the silent command to tie you up. 

Joel moves to where you are kneeling on the floor, his hands making quick work of the rope around your skin. Your wrists were bound together in front of you, and you whine and try to grab at him when he finishes with you. He was always weak for you, always let you get away with stuff you know you damn well shouldn't have gotten away with. Your eyes are big and innocent when you look up at him, a perfect pout on your lips. “I'm sorry, Daddy,” you whimper, trying to sway this in your favor. 

Joel is immediately conflicted. He wants to scoop you up and tell you that he’s not mad, that you need to behave better but eat you out until you're teary-eyed anyway. But he knows that Tess is in charge, and damn it he was not going to piss her off. Sure Joel was dominant, but Tess… Tess was something else. She commanded the room in ways you didn't think were possible. Everything about her exudes power and seeing Joel hesitate because of her made your cunt throb. The way his eyes flickered between the two of you, how his tongue darted out to wet his lips, the curve of Tess’ spine that you could see as she undid her shirt.

“I know you are baby,” Joel's voice snaps your gaze away from Tess, whose smirk was practically wolfish now. “But you know the rules, what Tess says goes.” you pout at him, though you know your efforts are futile, his mind is made up. Tess throws a pillow down on the wooden floor, helping you settle your knees onto it so that they don't bruise. You smile at her momentarily, hoping that she might go easy on you now that she’s afforded you a semblance of comfort. 

“That's cute” she coos at you, a condescending pat on your cheek following her words “I'm not gonna be nice tonight, you’re just going to be there a while and I don't like damaging my toys.” You feel your face fall back into that same “innocent” pout you’ve been giving them all night to no avail when she gets onto the bed, kneeling so her cunt is directly in your sight. 

Perfect and dripping. She was getting off on your suffering, on putting you in your place. Despite this being a punishment, the sight of her aching and wet on the bed above you was a very good incentive to keep acting out. “Joel. Lay down” her voice rings out, and Joel wastes no time in listening to his orders. He props himself on the bed, his thick thighs spread so you can see the head of his cock from between them. 

Tess moves so she is situated right above his face. “This is what you wanted right?” she mocks you “to have his lips on your pathetic little cunt hm?” You let out a quiet yes ma'am and your eyes gaze at the pair hungrily. “that's too fucking bad.” she snaps “You’re a needy little brat so now you’re going to drip on the floor while you watch him put his mouth to better use.” 

You watch as she lowers herself above Joel's mouth, his hands instantly grabbing at her hips and pulling her down all the way so she doesn't have to hover. Joel’s mouth is working her immediately, tongue flattening and licking stripes up to her clit, before moving back down and dipping into her fluttering hole. “could’ve- shit-” she rolls her hips so Joel's nose rubs against her clit “could’ve had this if you behaved. Could’ve had his mouth while you ate me out. But now you get to sit there and learn some goddamn manners” 

You can feel yourself clenching around nothing, feeling extremely empty and on the verge of begging for forgiveness, not that she would give it to you so easily. The view of the two of them in front of you had you spellbound. The way his fingers dug into her skin just under the swell of her ass, how Tess’ head was thrown back, her face twisting in pleasure, how Joel’s thighs twitched and his cock leaked precum just from the taste of her. Joel was focused solely on her now, you were a side thought, and however much that makes you want to whine, you couldn't blame in the moment. 

Tess was a vision on top of him. You wanted to map out every single one of her freckles, keep them logged so that you’d never forget. Her hand moves to Joel's hair, taking control and riding his face how she needs it. Her hips roll back and forth, and your eyes follow like she’s a hypnotist. You can barely hear her moans over the sound of your blood rushing in your ears. She takes her time, staying there on top of him so long you’re sure he’s running out of air, but dying under her is a death both Joel and you would welcome. “atta fucking boy~” she gasps as her clit bumps against his nose, Joel’s eyes practically rolling back at the praise. 

You can see her hand tighten in his hair and her thighs clamp around the side of his head,  you can see the muscles in her arms flex as she finds her orgasm. Never one to waste a drop of his own personal ambrosia, Joel's hands are back on her waist as he works her through it. His tongue is slow and deliberate with the motions, lips sucking on her clit gently to not overstimulate her. Not yet at least. Tess's hips are still on top of him as she finally comes all the way back down from her high. Joel's chest was steadily rising and falling underneath her, his chin fully soaked with her release. 

You watch as she slides off of him and licks a stripe up her hand before moving to grip Joel's aching cock, gripping it and torturously moving it up and down. You watch as his hips buck with her movements, and your hands struggle against the rope binding them involuntarily. “Daddy-” you whine, your body itching to touch him.

Tess tuts at you, eyes narrowing when they find you. “Hush.” Her hands never stop their movement. “This isn’t for you. You never fucking learn your lesson.” 

You feel tears of frustration building in your eyes. Your body was on fire with need and no number of spankings could make you repent how this would. “I'm sorry” you whimper, voice quiet and penitent. “I'll be good from now on I swear I-” 

A sharp laugh from Tess cuts you off. Her eyes roll at you as she continues to jerk Joel off. “I'm sorry” she mocks “I'll be good. Spare me the repentance brat. You say that every single time, you aren't getting what you want.” Her words cut at you, but you know that they're true. Know that she isn't fucking around with you right now. “Prove it to me that you’ll be fucking good. What're you gonna do” 

You scramble for an answer, trying to think of a good reply, but you can't come up with anything. You’ve said it all before, promised her that you’d behave and that you’d stop talking back and that you’d listen time and time again. She wouldn't buy it this time, she was going to see right through your shit. “I don't know” you sniff “but please I can be a good girl for you I promise I'll be good on runs from now on” your eyes plead with hers. Joel wasn't going to get you out of this, he was too damn lost on how good her hand squeezed him, how hard he was in her palm. 

“Get over here” she commands “suck his cock, and you better be damn good at it today.” You can barely shuffle over with your ankles bound together, but you manage to kneel at the side of the bed, his cock just inches away from your mouth, beckoning you in. You brace your hands on the bottom of the bed as best you can, and wait for him to shift to allow you to reach him. Joel moved so he was sitting with his legs over the edge of the bed, his thighs spread perfectly to cage you between them. He eyes you hungrily, taking in the sight of your half-glassy eyes and your bitten red lips just waiting for him. 

“God baby, always so pretty” he coos, running a gentle hand over your hair “gotta learn to be good for us, can’t keep punishing you, you know that” Somehow his gentle admonishments make you feel worse about the situation than Tess's reprimands. He was always so soft with you, taking his time and never getting impatient, that you suddenly regret ever acting out in the first place. 

“I'm sorry, daddy” you whisper, your cheek resting on the muscle of his inner thigh, lips pressing faint kisses against the skin. “I'll be good, I promise…” you feel the soft hairs on his legs brushing against you, and you crave more, you crave both of them, wanting to be consumed whole. 

He sighs and runs a calloused hand over the smooth skin of your shoulder, trying to soothe you slightly “I know baby but-” 

“Enough.” Tess's voice rings out, cutting him off mid-sentence. “Quit babying her, Joel. She’s gonna do a good job or so help me.” You squeak quietly, eyes wide on her before you nod dutifully. You manage to whisper a quiet yes ma'am and get to work on his cock You loved being here, between his legs, your lips pressing gentle kisses against the base all the way up to the tip and then back down again. You take the time to kitten lick at his head, spreading pre-cum over your lips before licking a few more teasing stripes over the vein on his cock. 

You were so lost in the moment you hadn't even noticed Tess come up behind you, only realizing when the crack of her hand against the skin of your ass makes you jump “I didn't tell you to tease him, I told you to suck his cock” she chastises you, her hand gripping your hair, sending sparks of pain and pleasure down your scalp. “Open” is the only thing that leaves her mouth before she presses your mouth down his shaft. Your tongue is pressed out between your mouth, and you can feel the spit dripping down onto your tits when she releases your hair. 

“Messy. Fucking. Girl.” Each one of her words is emphasized with a slap against your now reddening ass, making your cunt clench each time. You moan around Joel as you feel Tess's hands rubbing your spit into your skin, her fingers taking a moment to pinch at your nipples. You arch your back at her touch, while taking Joel deeper, feeling the coarse hairs brushing against your nose as you breathe in his scent. You feel Tess hold you down on his cock, your eyes rolling back for a moment as you gag on him slightly before she lets you off of him and you cough to catch your breath. 

You were a mess, eyes watering and spit running down your chest. Joel runs a gentle finger over your cheek and leans down to kiss your forehead. “Pretty baby..” he coos “I think you’ve learned your lesson hmm?” You know he isn’t exactly talking to you, his eyes flicking to Tess. She lets out a resigned sigh, knowing she’s lost this battle.

 “Suppose she has…” she murmurs, hands working on the rope at your ankles, “you gonna act out like that again?” She asks, your jaw squeezed between her fingers. 

You meet her eyes, shaking your head as much as you can manage “No ma'am, I'll be good” you whisper “I'm sorry” 

You can see her soften at your response. Despite how much of a hard ass she was with you, she never truly stayed mad at you. She sighs and lets your jaw go, patting your cheek softly “Good girl. On the bed, come on.” You tumble slightly as she helps you up, Joel grinning at the sight. Your hands were still bound, neither of them made a move to untie you, and in your newfound era of respect and obedience, you don't even say anything about it, just let out an oomph when Tess bends you over the bed, your toes curling slightly into the wood under your feet. 

You barely register that Joel isn't standing in front of you until you can feel the rough pads of his fingers dragging over your dripping lips. His touch is featherlight, but you were buzzing at it anyway. Your fingers hold the sheets a little tighter, and your achingly empty cunt flutters, trying to entice him inside. “Look at you baby…” he whispers as his lips press a line down the curve of your spine “Puffy and droolin’ for us, hm?” 

You nod into the sheets, your neck craning back to look at the two of them while they toy with you. Tess doesn't say anything until you feel one of her hands on the small of your back and the other pushes two fingers inside you, a broken little whimper leaving your lips at the feeling. “Was it even a punishment if your needy little hole is pulling me in so tight? Maybe I should just let you sit empty for a little longer huh?” You can hear the wicked grin in her voice, can feel your cunt clench around her slowly moving fingers in desperation 

“No no, please don't-” you babble at her from the sheets, your hips pushing back to keep her inside you “I won't- I'm sorry- I- fuck” 

You can hear her laugh when her fingers curl up and silence your begging. “Alright alright calm down, brat” she hums, her fingers pressing into you steadily getting faster. 

“Wanna- fuck, wanna taste you please” you whine, your hips rocking against her fingers slightly, the friction of the sheets on your clit making you almost dizzy. Her fingers make no move to stop, she doesn't even acknowledge you as she curves her fingers to hit that spot. You feel dazed when her fingers speed up, Joel's hand running up and down your spine watching as Goosebumps continue to pop up behind his fingers. 

“I think our little toy’s gonna cum” he coos at Tess, as he watches your thighs starting to quiver with every thrust of her fingers. You feel like you’re watching yourself, floating out of your own body when Joel's hands hold your thighs steady, his joints cracking as he kneels to press kisses against the bend of your own knees. 

You practically blackout for a few seconds when you cum, the combination of the softness of his kisses and the steady roughness of her fingers making your brain foggy. Your daze snaps when you feel Joel's big hand cup your pussy before slapping it a few times to make you squirm. “Ah! Fuck- daddy-” you cry out, body instinctively pushing forward on the bed to get away from the contact. 

“Shh” he pushes you, his finger pressing over your sensitive lips before gathering some of your arousal on his fingers “We always take care of you… Okay just stay there and be our pretty little girl” he hums. Tess takes the chance to flip you onto your back, legs still dangling off the edge of the bed when she presses a stripe up your cunt. 

You watch her with a strangled moan and she smirks before moving away from you, licking her lips “So fucking sweet, always so damn sweet” You watch with labored breaths when her lips lock onto Joel's, sharing your taste with him. He moans into the kiss, always letting her take the lead, always savoring every little thing that she gives him. One of her hands finds its way into his hair as she pulls it back, his mouth instinctively opening as she spits into it. “I think our toy wants a little taste, baby” she hums, patting Joel's cheek before he moves to you and grips your jaw open. 

Your eyes flutter as the spit hits your tongue. You can taste yourself, but more importantly, you can taste them. You can taste the absolute power they have over you, the pure submission and obedience they demand. You swallow with a moan, your lips falling into a little pout as you wait for them to do something, to do anything else. Joel chuckles at the desperation he can likely see in your expression and kisses the top of your head, pushing back a sweaty strand of your hair from your face. 

“Maybe you should use those newfound manners, baby” he murmurs “Show Tess you really learned that lesson o’yours” his voice is low in your ear, a shiver running down your spine as you look up at Tess with big wide eyes. You know that she’d give you what you wanted eventually, even if you didn't ask. But it feels good to ask, to know that despite her controlling the situation, despite her controlling you, she would give in to the soft words that leave your lips. 

“Please,” you whisper, voice soft, almost devout in your pleading. “Please use me, make me good for you.” you worship them. You would kiss the ground they walk on if she asked it of you. Your mouth is starving to taste her, cunt aching to be filled with him, to have their cum drip from either side of you. 

She coos at you softly, softer than she had been with you all evening, and moves to kneel on the bed in front of you. She was just out of your reach, your back arching as you tried to inch further back on the bed to get closer to her, but she tsks at you and your movement stopped immediately. “Patience, little girl.” her voice teeters on a warning, one you heed with immense caution. 

You nod at her, chewing on your bottom lip as you crane your neck slightly to look at her, before feeling the head of Joel’s cock nudging against your swollen and sensitive clit. Your legs flail and you can hear him chuckle as he holds you down for him. “Just stay nice and still, baby” he half groans as he rubs himself over your wetness. “Don’t gotta do anything, just stay pretty and let us give you what you need, okay?” 

Your mouth practically waters at his words, and before you can even think of a response, Tess is moving to straddle your face, her legs on either side of your head. She grinds her hips into your mouth, your lips opening so your tongue is flat against her. “Good girl” she moans as her hips steadily rocked against your mouth. Your hands twitch against the rope, aching to grab onto her, to the sheets, to anchor yourself at this moment to no avail. 

You feel Joel’s cock breach your glistening hole, the oh-so-familiar stretch a welcome feeling. He moves slowly, letting you get used to him as always before he bottoms out with a grunt, the feeling of his palms burning into your hips. “Tightest fuckin’ pussy I ever had” he groans as he begins to thrust into you. “Gonna fucking cream on me, ain't ya?” 

You let out a muffled noise at his words, clenching around him when Tess stretches across your body to circle your clit with her fingers. You can feel the hardening peaks of her nipples pressing into your skin as she rests her head on one of your thighs. “Pretty little thing, such a pretty baby for us.” You were already sensitive from your first orgasm, but the feeling of Joel’s cock steadily pressing into you, filling you in ways only he can, combined with the taste of Tess’ pussy against your mouth and her fingers on your swollen clit made you insatiable. 

Your thighs move to clamp together when Tess blows a gentle stream of cold air against your heated core. “Gonna- please-” you squeak as your head presses back into the mattress in pleasure. You feel Tess press herself back on your mouth and your tongue darts out lazily so she can use you how she needs to. You were so fucked out that you didn’t think you would comprehend an order if she gave you one at the moment. 

“Already?” she coos, her voice condescending, sending a shiver down your spine. “It’s a little depraved, cumming so quickly because we’re a little mean with you” Your eyes shut at her words, your hips bucking into her fingers and Joel’s thrusts. You feel him move faster, harder, like he was trying to break you, how you liked it.

Your cunt aches, it’s almost too much, but it was so good. You can barely hear yourself when you cum, Tess biting down on the skin of your hip, as joel fucks you through your orgasm. His voice is rough and hoarse as he spills his seed into you. “Right where I fuckin’ belong,” he groans as his dick keeps you plugged up. “In the prettiest pussy, ain't that right?”

Tess smirks and dips her head down to press a kiss to your overstimulated hole, moaning at the combined taste of you and Joel, of the two people that belonged to her. “That's right, baby.” she coos when she comes back up from your cunt.

Frankly, you could barely make out what they were saying, so blissed out in your pleasure that the world around you had faded into a faint ringing noise in your ears. You can feel Tess untying your wrists and massaging the indents in your skin, a few peppered kisses finding their way to your reddened joints. Joel lifts you in his arms, your head nuzzling into the crook of his neck, as he carries you to the bathroom to clean you up. “Proud of you, sweet girl.” he hums while he sets you down to wipe you off. 

Tess walks into the bathroom with a glass of water, lifting it to your lips. “So proud of you…” she coos, her lips in your hair “did so good for us… always so damn good for us.” you let out a sleepy giggle and grin at the two people in front of you. You were exhausted, absolutely worn out, but that didn't matter now, they had you. They'd take care of you. 

A/N: From the river to the sea, Palestine will be free

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[forusomimiya]

3, 6 and 17 with Sakusa<3

I read the sixth prompt and my head projected sakusa behind you, all his weight on your body, lifting your chin, asking you to beg him and…. WELL, HERE'S THE REST WOOHOO 🕺🏻🕺🏻 Hope you like it ಇ.☁࿔*:･⛓🖤

"You'll never come to understand how it makes me feel to see you like this, my little mess" With the weight of his body on top of yours, his soft hand ran across your throat, exerting light pressure before he moved it up to your chin and lifted it to make you gaze up at him. The gentle touch on your skin contradicted the filthy words that came out of his lips. You loved him and hated him at the same time, but not him, just his blissful taste in the habit of always edging you.

"Hands behind your back, I want you to show me how much you´ve missed me" You knew your place and what you had to do. Skilled hand holding both your wrists while the other opened your ass and watched the accomplishment of his work: your pussy contracting at the slightest touch of his fingers on you. "You know what you have to do if you want me to stop"

"No... I- won't admit it" Did you really want not to? You acted like a whore in heat every time Sakusa pulled you close to the edge and then forgot all about you, hurting your moral integrity. But fuck, he always let you so close that you ended up sobbing and begging, your dignity spread out on the floor, hopeless in the eyes of the curly haired dark haired man. "You're punishing me on purpose. You know that well, fuck"

"You think so?" A quick spank that unconsciously pushed your ass back, as if it hardly didn't turn you on. Of course you adored him treating you like this, but you had a limit, and if he was going to keep behaving like this, you'd soon put a end to it. "Nothing's going to make you admit it?" another spank, this time followed by a groan. Soon it began to turn red. "I must admit that your stupid attitude is turning me on more than I thought it would"

And it wasn't until when he didn't get any reproach for his words, he thought that maybe a little more teasing would make you finally succumb.

"Let's go for another one" a trickle of spit falling down to your entrance, lubricating you to welcome his nimble fingers again.

"Wait— oh shit, fuckfuck!" again you couldn't help but let yourself go. Eyes rolling, releasing your frustration gripping the sheets as in your head you replaced his fingers with his cock. God, you couldn't wait any longer to take it. For once you had to surrender, enjoy yourself and come back later with more strength. "You win, I've... been a bad girl but, let me cum please, I fu-ucking need it"

"Oh, how soon you gave up. I thought I'd use you a little more…"

"I need ya, I can't take it anymore"

"Beg for it. I wanna see you, I wanna hear you" embarrassed by your appearance, you still turned your head to the side and looked at him, letting him see what he had turned you into.

"Please let me do it. I want it so bad, please. Only you can make me cum hard, Kiyo" He was proud of it, of course, but his face was still intact, cold. Only you knew that was what would make you succumb. Watching his serious face, taking an attempt at control and leaving it mission failed when without stopping touching you, you watched him unbutton his pants to finally give you that well-deserved reward you'd been craving for so long.

"Damn, you look so fucking hot right now…. So perfect for me, don't you?" you couldn't help but nod. "I'm so fucking lucky"

He was. Not many men would have someone like you in their bed, claiming their place and loosening up for them as well as you did for Sakusa when you were both already cumming on the sheets with his high-pitched, weak groans in your ear, perfect tuning. Neither of them would have the same experience as Sakusa in bed, and neither would know as well as he did what you needed at any given moment.

And let's not talk about the aftercare after that hard shagging. This is where any woman would envy having a hot bath at her disposal, food, and a man's body wrapped around you.

Yes, Sakusa was one of a kind.

[itsohh]

Mortal Kombat 1 Intros

A/N: I always wanted to do some of these, this is sort of the 1.5 chapter from my fic, Electra Heart. You can still read without it but the idea is that your a 'secret' popstar to your now partner Johnny. This is you out of costume and set post game epilogue.

Fighters: Johnny Cage, Kenshi Takahashi, Liu Kang, Mileena, Scorpion, Sub-Zero, Shang Tsung, Nitara, Ashrah

Warnings: Hint of something suggestive (if you squint)

Electra Heart

Johnny Cage

Johnny: You know after this we should run a bath, help relax your muscles.

You: I'd bet you'd like that. Johnny: Trust me I have this massive bathtub in the ensuite that you're going to love. Promise to show it to you after we’re done here.

-

You: Johnny it's really fine if your busy you didn't need to cancel your plans-

Johnny: Hey if my girl’s feeling down there's nothing in all the realms that can stop me from trying to cheer her up. Let's get you destressed babe.

-

Johnny: God damn your hot when you fight. Have I told you that before?

You: Only every time we spare.

-

You: Where do you get all your glasses?

Johnny: Come on, babe, a magician never reveals his secrets.

-

Johnny: Still thinking about that thing you did with your-

You: -Johnny. We have an audience.

-

Kenshi Takahashi

Kenshi: Johnny makes you happy, even I can see that.

You: I feel weird when you make blind jokes and they say I spend too much time around him.

-

You: Johnny really appreciates you, you know that? You’re like a brother to him now.

Kenshin: If he appreciates anyone it's you.

You: That's not the same.

-

You: So how's it feel to be a secret agent in your black fancy suit?

Kenshi: Different, but good.

-

Kenshi: Why Johnny?

You: I like a man that can make me laugh.

-

You: So what was your plan if you went to the tournament and then never got Sento?

Kenshi: Originally I figured I could steal while he slept.

You: How did that work out for you?

Kenshi: He's surprisingly very aware even when asleep.

-

Liu Kang

You: Man, I hate fighting you.

Liu Kang: Why's that?

You: Feel like I'm fighting my mum. It's weird that you're the creator of all things.

-

Liu Kang: Is there any way I could convince you to bring your all against Johnny? You holding back is only limiting both your skills.

You: Sorry Liu Kang that's not happening any time soon.

-

You: I kinda miss the academy. It was so peaceful.

Liu Kang: You’re welcome back anytime.

You: Think my manager would kill me.

-

You: If we’re just split in a timeline does that mean we're less than people? Am I just a carbon copy of the original?

Liu Kang: No. Multiple versions of you there may be but all have equal value and all are worthy of life.

-

You: How come you didn't contact Titan me? Surely I would help no?

Liu Kang: I summoned you as a request for help but you did not respond.

-

Mileena

You: So how come you’re so…you… now but when we were in the lab you weren't?

Mileena: The bloodlust overcame me. I am in control now.

-

You: What you have done for those with tarkat is incredibly honourable- no- kind. Not everyone would offer such support. I know you don't do it for praise but I can't help but respect you so much for it. 

Mileena: People with tarkat are people too and deserve to be treated with respect.

-

You: Not to sound like Johnny but you really are stunning Mileena. Nothing like a beautiful, smart and empathic leader.

Mileena: Not many would genuinly say that while I look like this. Thank you.

-

Mileena: I'm surprised you’re not Earth's champion, you fight well.

You: I'm already famous in Earthrealm, I don't want to be famous in Outworld as well.

-

You: I'm sorry for your mother's loss, I didn't know her for long but I could tell she was an outstanding woman and a great mother. Evidence is you and Kitana.

Mileena: She had her flaws and I intend to improve on what she started.

-

Scorpion

You: Do you mind not using the uh rope thingy against me? I'd prefer not to have rope burns.

Scorpion: I never leave permanent marks from sparring but so be it, I can beat you without it.

You: ...Yay.

-

You: Was Bi-Han always like this?

Scorpion: He was competitive and ambitious but I could never fathom him betraying us.

-

Scorpion: You are surprisingly like Johnny, originally you hid your playful manner well.

You: Uh yeah we were in a professional setting, we aren't now.

-

You: Soooo how's the Shirai Ryu?

Scorpion: Growing stronger every day. Tomas was right to initiate Hanzo.

-

You: Got to say, not a lot of people rock yellow well so kudos to you.

Scorpion: Focus.

-

Sub-Zero

You: You know if you really wanted to show your power and defend Earthrealm you could start by refreezing the ice caps.

Sub-zero: Your mockery ends when I tear your tongue from your throat.

You: So violent.

-

You: I have to admit if you weren’t so…you…then you would be a good-looking dude.

Sub-zero: My appearance matters not, you will be dead before you lay eyes on me.

-

You: You’re one ice cold hearted bastard you know that? I do not envy your lonely life.

Sub-zero: You won’t have a life to envy.

-

You: Does it hurt? Knowing that Tomas is a more honourable man, more of a brother than you could ever dream to be?

Sub-zero: That matters not when you have this power.

-

You: Hey, it's the spineless prick.

Sub-zero: It will be you without a spine.

-

Shang Tsung

You: Ugh, it must be exhausting scheming up so many plans. I barely know what I want myself to do let alone other people.

Shang Tsung: Well, some people were made to lead others to follow. It seems you are a latter sheep.

-

You: I'm not going to bother and try to get you to see empathy it's a waste of time for a man without emotions.

Shang Tsung: I assure you I have emotions, one with be glee when I win this fight.

-

You: Yellow so isn't your colour.

Shang Tsung: You can lie to yourself but don't lie to me.

-

Shang Tsung: Nightingale, I would say it's a pleasure but I think we’re past that.

You: Ah fuck, Outworld knowing my stage name is the last thing I need right now.

Shang Tsung: Not Outworld, just me. I do my research and you're an interesting woman to learn about.

-

You: Again with the smug-looking smirk? Maybe you should contract tarkat, perhaps your smile then would be pretty.

Shang Tsung: You think I would be so reckless to contract tarkat? Perhaps you’re less intelligent than I gave you credit for.

-

Nitara

You: This victim complex you lot wear is kinda pathetic honestly.

Nitara: Perhaps you would understand did your race was starving.

You: It's called sustainability, perhaps you should look it up.

-

You: Maybe you should evolve to feed on each other. Feel like this would be a win-win for everyone.

Nitara: We won't need to when I take you.

-

You: Honestly killing when you feed? Rookie mistake should have caught and released.

Nitara: Easier said in retrospect.

-

You: I read up on Vaeternus's history. You did this to yourselves, if a race can't survive without damning another then they shouldn't exist.

Nitara: I will feed Vaeternus no matter the cost.

-

You: Bleh bleh I vant to suck your dick- hahaha. Sorry, I can't take you lot seriously. Like seriously vampires?

Nitara: You mock us but you underestimate our power.

-

Ashrah

You: How are you finding Earthrelm?

Ashrah: It's more incredible than I ever could have dreamed of.

You: If you ever find yourself in LA. Come visit, my home’s always open to you and your sister.

-

You: I'm not one for serious talk but you chose to follow a better path when you saw a possibility. You turned your back on everything I know which is more than I can say about many humans. You the furthest thing from a demon that I've met.

Ashrah: I would say you're flattering me but I can see it in your eyes you mean it.

-

Ashrah: Earthrelm is so bright. So full of life, I'm proud to call it my home.

You: And we're proud to call you one of our defenders.

-

You: When you have time free I'd love to show you all that Earthrelm has to offer.

Ashrah: I'd love my sister to experience that as well.

You: Only if you’re cool if Johnny tags along. He'll definitely want to when he catches wind of our plans.

Ashrah: I can agree to that.

-

Ashrah: It's strange. Ever since Johnny released his ‘film’ people have been approaching me on the odd occasion about a ‘cosplay'.

You: Yeah, you might have to change up your look if it gets annoying.

Ashrah: I don't mind it, it's nice to have such happiness and excitement from strangers.

[puffyducks]

DCRC Week #16

Wiggity what's up my fellow book clubbers, today we're taking a look at the ethics of treating artificially made intelligent lifeforms as second class citizens and what the qualifying factors are to determine a being as truly "sentient" and deserving of basic social rights. And by that I mean we're reading PKNA #12: Second Draft which is a comic where nothing bad happens!

This post is LOOONG btw.

okay we're just gonna start off our comic as normal and-

WOAH who's this handsome young devil in his little fancy suit??? What's that? Head of Ducklair Industries?..... yeah sure that makes sense I think.

Everett Ducklair 🤢🤢🤢 get a job stay away from him. Also this is a really nice way of saying you had to stop him from being overtaken by insane homicidal tendencies and putting guns in all his inventions btw

Haha woah what was that. Did the fabric of reality just tear for a second there or did my ADHD meds just kick in. Probably just me.

MASTER Donald???..... I don't even think I can write out the jokes I wanna make here they're too inappropriate for this blog sorry. But also what the fuck.

Uno stop mothering maybe I WANT to get frostbite and lose all my fingers

Not to take a sudden side tangent here but is this supposed to be like, a good thing? Don't the other seasons exist for a reason? I always thought fall and winter were meant to be like a cleansing period, they bring balance to the two other hotter seasons. If it's eternally spring, do some plants just never die? Are animals ALWAYS in the breeding season? Today we're going to overanalyze this one concept in an essay where-

OH MY GOD IT'S ODIN wait nevermind hiii Odin hiiiii. what's lookin good cookin. I mean- shit. fuck. shit.

I'm kind of obsessed with the way Odin is drawn in this comic. His whole body is all wiggly like a bendy straw. His stances go crazy.

gayass

Guys ever since I made that post about Odin's outfits and noticed that he's barefoot here it's been haunting me. Like it might just be a coloring error in this panel but also... why'd he take his shoes off. Also sorry for immediately revealing that it's Odin but um uhh I totally don't know who the OTHER cloaked figure is.

girlll you're giving away the game SHUT YOUR MOUTH

TWO Lylas?!?!?!

I'm loving Donald's shock lmao bro is fucking flabberghasted

This picture is so fucking silly bro. Nooo you can't put Odin in jail, he has such a nice suit on :(

Donald getting offended on Uno's behalf, not knowing that Uno is literally sitting right behind him. SURELY he'll figure it out eventually right.

Omg guys it's Geena!!! Remember Geena? From Portrait of the Young Hero? Anyways she has a gun now

Way to go Donald, you showed her basic empathy for like 2 panels and it gave her an actual sense of self value and NOW she thinks she deserves rights 🙄 she's gonna Detroit Become Human up in this bitch

beaming you with my evil lasers. what if he just fucking fried her brains here I think it would've been funny

Oh that's. probably bad.

ohhhh noooo.....

OOOOHHHH NOOOOOOOOOOOO

Ok so bad news, Geena fucking exploded and her droid rebellion is presumably over. The GOOD news though is that droids are destined to get their rights anyways, just in a less violent manor than in the timeline Geena had started. So... I guess that's a win?

Disappears in a cloud of beautiful sunset smoke... Goodbye Odin 👋

Donald. Please. DONALD.

Okay so there's a LOT to say about this comic (so much that I kept hitting the image limit and having to make edits to my post to make it more concise) but if I could summarize it into one word: damn. Like I'm just kinda sad now.

The whole concept of "do robots deserve to be treated like human beings" is a common argument to explore, we've seen it in all kinds of media before. The ethics that get touched on in this comic are nothing new, but I can't help but find this comic incredibly interesting to read in the year 2024. Maybe in 1997 the idea of robots integrating into our society seemed like a far-off concept, but in present day the ever-growing integration of AI technology really makes this chapter feel a little more close to home.

I mean, it's easy to be like "yeah, well of course the droids deserve to be treated like people." I mean, Lyla and Odin are droids, and we like Lyla and Odin! Odin is literally so lifelike that people don't even KNOW he's a droid. But I can't help but think about how this all ties back to the current ongoing debates surrounding the usage of AI, and specifically AI-made content. Obviously the AI we currently have is nowhere near the level of the characters in this series (chatGPT fucking WISHES it was Uno) but there's really interesting debates to be made here.

What qualifying factors determine whether or not a living being is deserving of the same rights we humans give to ourselves? Is it being biological? I mean, there are literally millions of types of animals on our planet, but we don't even treat them with the same level of respect we give to ourselves. So, is it intelligence? If we were to create a computer with the intelligence level of a living, breathing human person, would they be entitled to basic "human" rights? HELL IF I KNOW.

I love the way this comic handles exploring this topic. Geena isn't WRONG for wanting more, she's wrong in the way she went about it. Going as far as to literally alter the course of spacetime only further complicated things, for her AND for the other droids. Had Geena instead devoted her energy into droid advocacy in the modern day, things may have gone differently. This story isn't the end of droids getting rights, but it is unfortunately the end of Geena.

We ended on a happy note, but overall this story is a pretty melancholic one. Especially that whole "only machines can be rebuilt" like DAMN.

Anyways that's enough media analysis for today, time to take off my smart thinking hat and go back to being generally kinda stupid. I'm not gonna add anything about Angus Tales here at the end because I already hit the image limit lol. Umm shoutout to Angus Fangus for having like 110 parking tickets. Idiot.

[imbecominggayer]

Part 3 Writing Advice: Stop The Self-Hating Narrative Around Disability

I'm BACK! I was working on some other Tumblr posts but i've decided to fulfill my promise to talk about the common associations people seem to have between disability and self-hatred.

You remember my own slogan "Disabled Adults Are Adults", right?

Well, here is the slogan for the majority of writers who are bad at writing good disability representation "Disabled Adults Are Tragic :`(

This association comes into everything so we'll go from the small chunks of ableist LOOORE~ and then move onto the really big ticket items? Right!

Assistive Aids Are Traps Designed By The Illuminati!

What do these common literary phrases have in common?

Confined to a Wheelchair

Forced to Use a Cane

Cursed To Always Use [Assistive Aid]

The answer: they are exceedingly negatively charged which incorrectly imply that mobility aids such as wheelchairs are horrible fates to be falled upon! This implication that living with disability is such a curse tends to be most forced upon "understandable" villains and sympathetic "tragic" figures who are "unbearably cursed" with a horrid fate

Those phrases are horrible not just because they incorrect imply that devices such as wheelchairs and other mobility aids are curses when, in reality, the individuals who use these assistant aids desperately need them in order to exercise their full potential but also due to the fact that it's an able-bodied centric perspective!

People who actually use these devices don't see them as unbearable weights bringing them down but tools of freedom and autonomy. Obviously, independence is not necessary to lead a fulfilling life but it's a nice cherry on top!

This "able-bodied centric perspective" will come up again!

Curing Disability

At the end of the story i'll cute and sweet protagonist/main character will be forcibly mutilated into an able-bodied person either by machinery in a sci-fi setting or through the gods.

p.s that's just eugenics. eugenics is what the nazis did

Curing disability doesn't just mean a literal cure but also the overall narrative of "overcoming" disability tends to be here.

"Overcoming disability" is when an author implies that through a character's dedication they have "overcame" the limitations of their disability and are functionally no longer disabled.

Basically, if you have a disabled character whose jokes tend to center on "wow, I always forget you are disabled" or "I am the author and I keep forgetting this character has a disability", you have this trope.

The reason why this is shitty is because you, able-bodied author, have disabled readers. Disabled readers of various different types of disabilties who are reading your story.

Can you imagine if every single story of an able-bodied character involved them being forcibly turned disabled as a "reward" for their good behavior?

Can you imagine if every story involving a queer character involved that singular queer character being turned into a cishet individual?

"Disabled people still exist even when your character stops being disabled"

All you have done is tell disabled and non-disabled audience members that disabled people don't deserve to exist. That's bad.

Final: The Self-Hating Narrative

"Disabled Adults are Adults"

When I was inventing that phrase, I knew it needed to be universally applicable. The only reason I specificed "adults" and not "people" was due to the fact I was talking about infantilization in the first part and I didn't want someone to be like "well, obvi special needs kids are going to be treated delicately".

Anyway, the phrase needed to be universal because disabled adults are just people at the end of the day. They struggle with some not universal things like chronical illness or disability. They also struggle with the universal things like: can I support my family, am I ready, will the bank be closed by the time I wake up, can I be a good person?

They also succeed. Sometimes this success is in the form of gaining more mobility then before. Sometimes this success will seem minor to not disabled people or even to disabled people who have never struggled with that particular thing before.

They also succeed at things we succeed at. They create what has never been created before. They prove to themselves that they can be relied on. They laugh when they struggle.

Yes, they sometimes hate themselves. But even then, they continue on. They struggle with their symptoms day-to-day on top of succeeding in the daily struggles we all deal with. They deal with ableist remarks while also having fun.

Disability Is Normality

Many disabled adults and children are fighting for the right to see narratives in which their lives aren't plagued by melodramatic angst about being disabled.

Many disabled adults and children go about their daily lives with an overwhelming confidence about their disability and don't give a shit about what ableist remark you have to say.

And one of the most important things an author needs to be if they ever want to write true, inspiring, and universal works is to listen to voices of those they wish to represent.

If an author wants to represent disabled people living disabled lives in fantasy and reality, they need to listen to the perspectives of those who are actually living those lives. Sure, they may be lacking in terms of how to fly a dragon but humanity is humanity with or without the added uniqueness.

If an author just takes a ableist-covered crap-filled myths of what disability is like, expect backlash! Or maybe expect nothing, disabled adults have way too many concerns to be dealing with your sorry ass.

[cripplecharacters]

Hello, I'm working on a project where the main character uses on and off a cane because of fluctuating level of chronic pain. They start using it more because using magic makes it worse, and another character that is important to the main character has a similar disability and help them, but the other one has unconcious biases. The mentor need to work on himself since when he figured out that MC has chronic pain he start training them differently without asking them, I was wondering how I could broach the subject of that mentor and his biases so that he can grow from them since I want to kind of represent the current society biases on visible disability.

So basically, what are some of the key points I should be careful of?

Anon Astro

Hello,

First, just please be careful about exactly why his magic makes his pain worse. It sounds like his magic didn't cause his chronic pain, which is good. How does the use of magic make his chronic pain worse? Is it more like overdoing it and having a bad pain day? Because that sounds fine. If his magic is slowly destroying his body the more he uses it (actively destroying his body, such as wasting his muscles) and making his disability worse by completely changing, worsening, or adding to it, that's getting into dodgy "might accidentally be disability as punishment if you word it the wrong way" territory and it might be best to rework that.

As for the unconscious bias that the mentor works on, it sounds like you're handling that respectively. Maybe the character realizes that his mentor is treating him differently, more delicately, and it eventually (or quickly) irritates him into snapping. He should be the one to decide his limits and if the training routine needs to change, he deserves to at least be consulted on it so that he can make a choice rather than having someone else take away his autonomy by deciding they know his body better than him, the one who lives in it. Maybe he would rather someone ask to help him rather than force something that might not be helpful on him without him knowing, and maybe he was doing perfectly fine and so could his mentor not do this?

The main character should make the rules when it comes to his own body. That's what usually gets people to stop arguing my point when I have this kind of conversation with them. My body, my choice and all of that. Making them think of my informed choice in the context of consent is usually a great way to get them to come around. And then, once the mentor realizes that the main does deserve to make his own choices about what's best for him, it would be absolutely fantastic if the mentor were to apologize for overstepping. Because gods know that rarely happens in both fiction and in real life.

Moving forward, they'll probably have a talk about communicating. Maybe they come to an agreement that the mentor will talk to the main before "helping" him and the main will make sure to tell the mentor if he needs something changed, needs to stop or take a break, or can't do something today. If the training needs modified, it would be nice to see them work on that together, communicating and listening.

As for what to not do, please don't make him seem demanding or mean for wanting to have a say in his own life. So many people act like diabled people are being entitled or ungrateful when we turn down help we don't need and it's infuriating. He's well within his rights to make his own decisions. Even if he does get a bit pissed during the argument, he's within his right to do that. Please don't portray him as some entitled, ungrateful brat for it. Consent, no matter the form, is extremely important and he has a right to ask for people to not make decisions for him without consulting him.

It sounds like you're on the right track with this.

Mod Aaron

[atlafan]

when you and the girlies are getting wild in the gc 🤭 thanks @boundtobreakk for the inspo as always

When you looked up and saw the dark look in his eyes, you knew you fucked up. Because it's not the dark look he gives you when he's turned on and ready to get his mouth on you. No, it's the dark look he gets when he's zoned out, contemplating your punishments. You've seen it when you've gone out to group dinners, and you've seen it when he's driving, and you've seen it when he's standing in the doorway of your bedroom.

Your first mistake was thinking he was going to give you all the power tonight. He usually makes you work for it when he lets you suck him off, but he was in a good mood and let you take his pants off. He let you spread him out on the bed. He even let you tease him! But you forgot that you're never supposed to tease him like the way he teases you. You're not supposed to edge him. It's okay when he does it to you, you love being edged. But Harry hates it. He hates getting worked up, ready to come in your mouth and down your throat, all for it to be taken away. No release. All he sees is the grin on your face. All he hears is the taunting giggle coming from your lips.

So, after the third time you denied him an orgasm and you looked up to see him looking off like this, so dark and sinister and angry, you knew you fucked up. You took advantage of his kindness. You scrambled, you started taking him deep down your throat to choke on him, but he reached forward and yanked you slowly off of him.

"You're done now." He said lowly.

"Harry, I'm so sorry, I-"

"Harry?" His eyebrows raised, his eyes even angrier now.

Shit. Shit.

"Daddy, I meant to say daddy."

"But you didn't. Are you so cock-dumb that you've forgotten all of our rules? They're not there just for fun, you know."

"I know, I'm sorry. I got carried away. You said I could have my fun with you, so-"

"So you thought that gave you the green light to give me blue balls?"

"I didn't realize I was-"

"Yes, you did." He let go of your hair, and you sat back on your feet, watching as he spit into his hand and gripped his throbbing cock. He spread his legs a little wider apart, and really got going on himself. Twisting and pulling and spreading his precome all around. Normally, when he does this, this is when you would lean forward and open your mouth for him to feed it into you. "Don't. You're not getting this, you're not getting a single drop."

"I just want to make you feel good."

"You've had forty-five fucking minutes and you decided to dick around. So, you're not getting a goddamn thing more from me. You're going to sit there and watch me get myself off, and I swear to god if you so much as pout, I will spank your ass until it's red and stinging and leave you face down on the bed without having taken care of you."

"You'd...you'd spank me and not even clean me up after?"

"Do you think you deserve to be treated so nicely?"

It's all clicking for you now. You were cruel to him. You hurt him. You were punishing him for literally no reason and you hadn't even realized it.

"Oh...of, I fucked up. I'm so sorry, I-"

"Begging won't help you now. This is why I'm the one in charge. You have no idea what to do with all of that power because you're a greedy little thing that doesn't know when she's had enough, right?" You're silent. "I asked you a question."

"Yes, sorry. You're right."

"I know I am."

"Please don't make me sit here and watch, I want to-"

"If you don't be quiet and sit there like a good girl, I will tie you down and gag you. And I don't think you want that tonight judging by how red your wrists and ankles are from the other day."

Your pupils grow small at the memory. He was rough with you the other night. You wanted him to be. You two both know your limits. Even now, if you didn't like the scene that was unfolding, you knew you could use your safe word and it would all stop. He'd rush to you, make sure you were okay, and then you two would go sit in the bath and relax. And even though you're terrified of what else he might do this evening, you're also turned on by how angry he is. He looks evil, wicked, fisting at his cock, grunting and groaning. The way his stomach muscles contract, the way his biceps are flexing...as much as it pains you to not be allowed to touch him right now, the sight before you isn't 100% torture.

"I'll be good daddy." You sit up straight and take a deep breath.

"Don't sit like that. Let me see you. Sit back on your hands and open your legs wide for me." You scramble to do so quickly. The more agreeable you are right now, the better. "You're pathetic, look at how wet you are."

"You know, for someone who was so pissed off about not being able to come, you sure are taking a long time to finish." You snapped.

Harry's hand dropped from his cock. He scooted off the bed and slowly walked into the bathroom, closing the door behind him. He turned the fan on so you wouldn't be able to hear anything. Two minutes later, he's walking out with flushed cheeks and a new pair of boxers covering himself. He walks over to his dresser and opens the top drawer, fishing out your collar and the ropes he uses to tie you to the bed. You're shaking by the time he comes back over to you.

"Do you need to say your safe word?"

"No daddy."

"What is up with you tonight?" He asks as he has you lay back so he can start tying you down on your stomach. "Hm? Why are you being such a brat? You haven't gotten like this since we first got together and you were new to everything."

"I don't know." You sigh, giving your wrists a yank to show him you'll be able to stay in place. "Think I'm just stressed from work. My supervisor is such a douchebag, maybe I was bringing some of the attitude I wish I could give him in here."

"You know you could have just talked to me." He straddles you from behind to get your collar in place. "Now I have to put this over your mouth so you have something to bite down on. Are you sure you don't need to use your safe word? It's okay if you do."

"No, I'm okay. I was bad...I took advantage of getting to play with you. I...I should be punished." You let him clip the collar so it's over your mouth, and you do your best to relax into the bed.

"Well, you get a few points for telling me the truth, but I'm still pissed off, so I'm not going to take it easy on you." You hear him turn one of your vibrators on and he slips it inside of you. "I'm going to wreck you."

[wayfayrr]

Gonna ask this RIGHT this time lets GOOO

I’m a bit of a nut when it comes to pyromaniac and explosion obsessed characters, just going absolutely manic with numerous explosions going off around them type of stuff

Can I maybe ask for a reader like that with Time? Just an absolutely tired man who loves seeing them happy, but by god please put the gunpowder down for five minutes

Thank you, and once again bc you deserve it, congratulations :>

thank you again for all the congratulations 🥹💖💖 I swear everyone on here is so sweet. 💖 for this one I hope you don't mind I went with a calmer moment for that type of reader where they're sitting by the fire making explosives relaxing, I hope you like it!!!🔥✨✨

“[name], what are you making over there? Please don’t tell me it’s more explosives…”

“Look you don’t have to mutter under your breath like that.”

“You didn’t answer my question [name].”

“I thought you didn’t want me to tell you.”

The old man seems to be looking his age for once, granted I'm one of the main reasons he's been pushed to his limits like this. Really though, it's in my nature I can't just hold myself back. He should know this with how clear it is that I'm not the most civil when things like this are involved.

"Please stop making explosives from your own world, at least use normal bombs."

"'Normal bombs' don't have the same effect though Time... Look it's not like I'm making the dangerous ones."

Maybe I should stop doing stuff like this, it seems Time really is more stressed than he ever was before I arrived. The chain are taking care of me here, I shouldn't be adding to their stress, well time’s stress more than anything. It’s hard not to feel at least a little guilty about acting like this when he sounds so exhausted. Planting himself down next to me with a sigh, it really feels like I’m about to be given a lecture about my personal safety. It takes a moment to remove my current project away from the heat and to make sure that it’s stable, meaning I can leave it unattended for a while. Better to be over-cautious than the reason Hyrule needs to tire himself out or drain their already low supplies. Nothing would make me feel worse than that after a lecture.

“Just be careful dear, I love you more than anything so I don’t want to lose you.”

“You’re not going to lecture me?”

“No, I love seeing how happy you are. Even if I wish I was the one making you happy rather than the explosives.”

That was unexpected? I swear if Wild was the one in my place he’d have been trapped here for hours while Time went on about his safety, but for me just a simple admission and a blush? Time’s blushing!? Because of me?? How long will it take him to realise how I’m looking at him like he’s both amazing and acting utterly unlike the Time I know? Barely a second it seems.

“Don’t let me sitting here distract you [name].”

“RIGHT. Yes alright. Um… would you like me to show you some really cool things you can do with fire? There are some safer things in my world that are beautiful.”

“Do you have it recorded on your ‘phone’?”

Rolling my eyes at him with a genuine laugh while reaching for a couple of containers within my bag, he seems a bit scared of what I’m about to pull out of my bag. Like he’s expecting another outburst like the first fight I got into, It's a good thing Hyrule can treat burns. 

“They’re different metal oxides, they change the colours of the fire. And no I’m not going to set the forest alight again not at the moment anyway.”

“[name] I love you but please.”

“...Fine. I promise I won't set the forest alight at all. Now can I show you what these do?”

I didn’t even let him answer this time, preferring to just toss some of the copper chloride powder into the fire waiting for his response to the apple-green flames. He looks stunning with how they reflect off of his armour, and how they highlight his face. Which colours would light him up the most beautifully I wonder, red, green, pink, cutting the colours completely and having him silhouetted by an explosion perhaps? 

“Do you keep things related to all of this on you at all times?”

“Why would you ever assume otherwise?”

“Please hold back from burning entire woods from now on.”

“...I’ll try.”

[judesmoonbeauty]

The Past Records: Ellis & Jude Chapter 3

Fan translation only. Not 100% accurate. Please expect grammatical errors. Cybird owns everything. Feel free to re-blog, but please do NOT post my translations elsewhere. Also, feel free to ignore my random commentary.

Translation notes are marked with ***

Roger: A story I know, huh.

Harrison: I mean, why didn't you tell me you knew each other first?

Roger: You didn't ask.

Harrison: You......

Roger: Besides, we're not really close friends either.

Roger: As for whether those guys can be trusted, I can't say.

Harrison: So, how do you know each other?

Roger: Just as a doctor and a patient. Jude has weak bronchial tubes.

Roger: My dad's so good at what he does that sometimes he used to go over to my parent's house where he worked as a town doctor.

Roger: When he was a patient of my father's, well, I just knew him by his face.....

Roger: One night, he rolled in and said he'd been stabbed with a knife. Not to my dad, but to me.

Harrison: What were the details of the stabbing?

Roger: All he said was that, “I got stabbed because of a grudge.”

Flashback Begins -

Jude: I got what I deserved. I won't say anything more. Don't ask me again.

Roger: I see. I can't believe you're talking to me, and not my dad because you don't want this out in the open.

Jude: I thought you wanted a table to practice your techniques on.

Jude: You can practice without a medical license.

Jude: In return, I won't tell me how you treated me, so as not to ruin the reputation of your father's clinic.

Roger: Convenient for me and you, huh? Well, I suppose it is.

Ellis: Roger? Can you fix him?

Roger: Oh, don't worry. I'm quite skilled. I won't kill you.

Ellis: Thank God. I can't have him dying now.

Roger: What's with that talk? When can he die?

Ellis: Probably the happiest moment of his life......

Roger: Huh. With all this damage, it seems like that's going to be a long way off.

Jude: Hey, I'm pretty sure that's not where you should stick the needle, you Quack!

Flashback ends -

Harrison: You treated him before you got your medical license, huh?

Roger: Haha. It's too late for the statute of limitations now, right?

Harrison: What else do you know?

Roger: Oh? Yeah..... like how Jude gets up early in the morning, or how Ellis eats more than anything?

Harrison: Not about that.

Roger: Jude can drink at the same pace as me and not get crushed, but Ellis gets drunk rather easily.

Harrison: It's not like that either....I've got two more images in my head that I don't need to know.

Roger: As I said earlier, I'm not sure if they're trustworthy or not.

Roger: There's something those two are keeping from me too. It's like conducting research that costs a huge amount of money or something.

Roger: Well, regardless if you can trust them or not, I don't think they'll do anything halfheartedly.

Roger: Was that helpful? Harrison: Well, sort of. At least the information I got from you wasn't false.

Roger: Thank you.

Liam: I found you.

Harrison: Hmm...oh, Liam. How did you know I was here?

Liam: Will told me. Are you at the cafe to work on a review?

Harrison: If I'm in the castle, I'll be distracted by the report, so I had to change things up.

Liam: Haha, so if I report now, It'll just remind you.

Harrison: It's fine. I just lost my focus. Anyway, you called out to me didn't you?

Liam: So, what?

Liam: Well, then, be my guest. Let's see, first of all, the story I heard from Jude...

Liam: Is Jude a doctor? A scholar? He was enrolled in public school through the mediation of a doctor or a scholar!

Liam: Surprising, isn't it? It must have been absolutely hard to fit in with all those aristocratic kids. I'd like to see a little bit of that.

Liam: Next, what I heard from Ellis. Ellis said that he didn't go to school.

Liam: I heard his father was a church school teacher, but they split up a long time ago.

Liam: Oh, Ellis and I promised to go skating by the lake sometime.

Harrison: Heh, good for you.....I mean, how did you talk to those two? You haven't been at the castle for the last few days.

Liam: I followed them invisibly and followed them, investigating their actions and routes the last few days.

Liam: Or maybe we just happened to on the way home together? Harrison: I didn't realize you went that far....

Liam: I thought Harry would like it. The rest was simply my feline curiosity getting the better of me.

Liam: I followed them and talked to them directly, but I still can't trust them.

Liam: I feel like I'm missing something decisive here.

Harrison: That look on your face...you're up to something.

Liam: That's my bad friend! You're quick.

Liam: So, why don't we give the two of them a shot.

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[chimaeraonwards]

freedom, choice, and dreams - a perspective of a newbie one piece fan from opla

I am scared of saying what my dreams are. It feels stupid hanging on to something I don't know if I'll ever see come true. These dreams are the ones I hold to my chest, afraid that someone would find it.

Would they treat me with pity? Would they laugh? Would they tell me to give up?

It gets harder to believe in dreams as you grow older. My escape that was books and fandom became reminders that I simply wasn't the chosen one who gets to do something and be someone. I'm the side character that gets killed off in episode 2 in a flashback in someone else's story.

I wasn't destined to be the one who can make change on the world since before I was born like Harry Potter. I'm not the one who gets chosen by a master in the field I love to be his successor like Midoriya Izuku. My parents are not secretly some kind of god like Percy Jackson. There is no wardrobe, no lion, no witch to take me away where I can finally be somebody.

I'm just me, a nobody, stuck in a house haunted by my ghosts, with my dreams out of reach. The stories that used to be my escapism start to feel like painful reminders.

And then I watched the One Piece Live Action. For the first time in a long time, I saw adults who were not the chosen ones, on the wrong side of power, stuck in everyday monotony.

They were surviving, but they weren't alive.

If you look in the mirror, would it sound more familiar?

The One Piece Live Action showed me characters who have beautiful dreams and yet, don't believe that they could ever reach them? By all means, how would they? Nami was stuck in a situation she had limited control over her freedom, Usopp was literally all alone and no one believed him, Sanji was held back by obligation and realism, and Zoro was lost wasn't strong enough. Heck even Koby was stuck on a ship being mistreated with literally no way to escape.

And then Luffy came around.

Luffy, the goofy embodiment of freedom, joy, silliness, and has the emotional intelligence the size of the entire ocean.

He showed them that there was a choice. You had the choice to believe that you can reach your dreams. He showed them that no dream was too crazy, too big, too small, too unimportant. You deserve to make it a reality.

Immediately I was hooked. Diving into the manga, I think that what Luffy does is gives the space to people to let their heart want their dream.

And then he fights for them.

Think about what's stopping you from reaching your dream. Is it money? Support? Access to power? Strength? Knowledge?

Fighting for your dream isn't as pretty as faith, trust, and pixie dust. It's brutal. It's heartache. It's sacrifice. But most of all, it's never giving up, even when you're broken.

The Straw Hats show that having the freedom to chase your dreams isn't a lonely journey. You need to lend a hand to people on the way there, and they will do the same for you.

On the other side of this idealist dream chasing optimism, One Piece beautifully shows the harsh reality, that some dreams won't be reached in your lifetime. But like Gol D. Roger, Red Leg Zeff, Otohime, maybe, just maybe, you can help someone else reach that same goal you had. We will all die someday, but our dreams can live forever. And isn't that a beautiful thing?

The Straw Hat Pirates unapologetically declare their dreams out loud, not afraid of what anyone else has to say about them.

Maybe I should take some advice from them.

👟 I'm going to find a way and be able to continue my education.

[beevean]

Isaac + Mathias | 7. …to shut them up.

The two Devil Forgemasters could not be any more opposite.

It was not merely their appearances, one being blessed with angelic looks and carrying himself with grace and pride, and the other hiding his face behind his devilish hair and an ugly sneer. No, Mathias had come to not just enjoy, but look forward to Hector taking a break from his duties to keep him company in the vast, treacherous castle that he refused to call his home. The man may be steeped in sin and blasphemy, but no one would be able to tell from his knightly demeanor, the delicate courtesy with which he'd bring Mathias' hand to his lips. Holding Hector's arm made Mathias feel safer than holding a sword - and a sword could not make his insides flutter so pleasantly.

And then there was Isaac.

"How does Hector deal with you?" Mathias sighed, massaging his temples. Isaac despised having to spend more than one second with him, and rest assured, the sentiment was heartily reciprocated: the sooner he left, the sooner he could deal with his headache.

"I don't know. Perhaps, my Lord," the man spat the title like an insult at Mathias' feet, "you are the problem."

"I haven't done anything to you, yet you treat me like I'm not worth of polishing your boots." He had reached his limit. He never expected to befriend the General - he was much more enthusiastic about being a bloodthirsty heathen than Hector, he thrived in being repugnant - but Mathias did nothing to deserve Isaac's relentless scorn and mockery, and it wasn't unfeasable to demand some respect.

Isaac refused to show him any. He jabbed his chest with one of his long fingernails, filed to nearly resemble a claw, leering too close into Mathias' face for his comfort. "I have no sympathies for sniveling, cowardly Christians who sniffle all over their Bibles and paw at their crosses when they see me. And I am supposed to call you my Lord?" Mathias was no happier about the indignity forced upon him by the monster who carried his face, but he had no intention of wasting his breath. "You better find a way to your precious home soon, and get out of our sight."

The response Mathias was about to push died out at that last slip of the tongue.

"Our?"

"Don't you believe that just because Hector is nice to you, you are welcome here," Isaac rolled his eyes in theatrical fashion. "We were ordered to serve you, and Hector is always attempting to impress our Lord..."

But Mathias was no longer listening to his ramblings. Isaac had unwittingly handed him a weapon; and perhaps it was not the wisest strategy, but Mathias ached with the need to put the man in his place.

"Yes, you are quite right. Hector enjoys my company, and I his. He is a wonderful bodyguard and companion."

"He's a whore, that's what--"

"And," Mathias interrupted with a finger held up: he would not fall into Isaac's trap, he could see through him with ease. "Count Dracula is quite careful around me. He is housing me in the most furbished wing of the castle and assigned me his best Generals to protect me. Naturally, it is to prevent anything from happening to me, as it would have repercussions on himself, but the point stands."

Isaac had no answer to that. God was truly merciful. Mathias smiled amiably at the Forgemaster's deepening scowl that all but confirmed his theory.

"Could it be, Isaac, that you feel sidelined by the two men you love?"

"I am not!" Isaac exploded without missing a beat; Mathias was quick to hide his mouth behind his palm. "I am still a Devil Forgemaster and a General and I am far more important to Lord Dracula than you could ever be!"

"Would the Count protect your life at all costs? Are you that valuable to him? He hardly glances at you." No, it did not take long for Mathias to witness where the Count's favor fell, and it was in form of a clawed hand on Hector's shoulder, no matter how visibly he and Isaac both tensed. "And from what I have seen of you two, I doubt Hector would shed a tear if you had to depart. That poor man was mesmerized that I talked to him with basic decency. I'd struggle to see you two as friends."

"Presumptuous excuse of a Lord, you don't know the first thing about us!"

"I don't need to. You wear your heart on your sleeve. And what a sorry sight it is." He was no taller and more imposing than Isaac was, but he took a step forward to meet Isaac, emboldened, eager: "You hiss and puff your hair to appear bigger, when you know, you know deep in your heart, that you are a small man, insecure, lonely, clinging, scared to lose what little he has, and no wonder they have grown tired of--"

Mathias couldn't finish his tirade before Isaac pulled him to his mouth.

Calling what he was doing a kiss would be an insult to the very concept of love. Isaac kissed the same way he talked: by biting hard enough to split skin and draw blood, pressing his nails into Mathias' scalp, taking, hurting, trapping him in an iron-tight grip; decency thrown out the window, he banged his fists on every part of the Forgemaster he could reach, but he did not flinch.

A sharp bite on the tongue drew a yell out of him, and only then Isaac retreated, showing his teeth stained with blood.

"Aww, what's that, no more smart words?" he cooed. Mathias pinched the tip of his tongue in a futile attempt to soothe the pain. "I am not a sweet liar like Hector. I will treat you like you are begging for."

There was a lurid threat in Isaac's voice, that froze Mathias over.

The man kept talking, making a show of looking him up and down like an attractive woman - and Mathias swallowed his own blood in fear, because he could no longer tell what was a menace and what was genuine. "If you want me to take care of you so badly, then I suppose I have no choice but to oblige, my Lord. But you'd do well to remember." Quick like a snake, Isaac grabbed a fistful of Mathias' hair and yanked, pulling his head back along with a grunt of pain. "Before being a Lord, before being a human, before being a Christian... you are a piece of meat. And you have barged into the den of beasts."

And with no need for other words, Isaac turned on his heels and walked out of Mathias' room, leaving him with a sore mouth, the hairs on his arms standing up, and a keener understanding of a man animated more by passion than by common sense.

[lunaeclipse1057-ao3]

My experience using 504s and the horrific relationship between the American School System and Disabled Children.

For context, my 504 plan states that I get 50% more time on tests (ie if the class period was an hour, I'd have an hour and a half), visit the guidance counselor and nurse's office whenever I need to, have fidget toys in class (they are otherwise banned in my school district), be seated towards the front of the class, and get friendly reminders to stay on task. These are to help me with my ADHD, anxiety, and depression.

I am a rising senior in high school and have had a 504 since 4th grade. Eight years with ever-changing accommodations and my experiences go as follows:

Not being believed about my own needs when it isn't abundantly clear I'm taking advantage of them. I used to not have a time limit on my extra time for tests. I wasn't using as much as they thought I should, and tried to have it taken away from me. I got it to stay on the condition that it's 50% additional.

Attempting to gaslight me into believing that I don't need certain accommodations. Thankfully, I am very self-aware and conscious of what I need, which has been very helpful in the medication department as well as the accommodation department. I have been several times by teachers and district personnel alike that I don't need my fidgets as long as I try and pay attention.

Relentless fighting about whether or not I deserve certain accommodations. I fought for a significant amount of time on needing to be able to visit the guidance counselor without being questioned on why. I wanted it to be unquestioned because explaining to my teachers what was wrong would make everything worse because it's in front of the class, and they make such a big deal out of it.

Teachers refusing to follow or even look at my accommodation plan. Every school year, on the first day of school, I ask my teachers if they have or could look over my 504 plan and get acquainted with it so they know what I need. I know that if I don't ask, they'll never see it. I have been told a few times by teachers that they don't "believe in those silly little things" and that with enough effort on my part, I can do "just fine". Others will look at it and just not follow it. I've gotten in trouble several times for not paying attention before they even give me warnings.

The students. Dear god, the students. The number of times I have been called SPED and different slurs after finding out that I get "treated differently" than the rest of my peers. Apparently, because I look "normal", I don't need special treatment. I've been called an idiot, I've been called the r-slur, and I've been told to run off to my friends in the special needs classrooms. In front of teachers. Who don't. Do. Anything.

The worst part of all of this happening to me is that I am someone who can and frequently advocates for myself. I can and do speak my mind. I know and tell others exactly what I need, and I'm still not taken seriously. I can't imagine what it's like for someone who is nonverbal, someone who is wheelchair-bound, someone who can't speak for themselves.

We seriously need a change. I'm tired of being treated like a little kid.