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It is! Oftentimes.
-Yeah... Perhps that is true but I am not sur eanymore. I know he deleated the songs on Ismarus slaughter but yeah
-Yes perhaps it is unfair of me to take it out on you. It is just that I have answered this question more times than what I can count. I take that back. I am annoyed in general by this but yes it is unfair to take that out on you. Hahahaha fair enough true true. Like I said I take that back.
-To be fair I understand why and the example is quite blunt I understand but this is literally the level of Iconic scenes like Sirens or Circe are. Remove the sirens experience and you have a story where the shoe of Cinderella is no longer a thing and Cinderellla is recognized by something else instead.
-Clearly, I suppose. To me "retelling" is exactly what the word says "re tell a story". The story is there. The adittions to the story would be either fill in the gaps or add some piece of information that is part of the research. At least this is how I usually work on my retellings as well. I actually posted a small analysis as an example on how I usually do the stories
I am not saying if my work is a bad or good retelling (that is in the eye of the beholder). I am just saying that in my mind a retelling is not something that aims to change everything; is something that retells the story in the present potentially making some changes to make it easier to the target audience but all in all the basic plot is respected and followed, otherwise like I said is not retelling to me, just a "loosely based on" idea. I definitely agree to that I am not sure either what better word one can use at that case! Hahaha
-I did hear that from fans as well. Like I said there is nothing wrong with liking it especially since you are clearly also aware of the differences. It just doesn't vibe with me
-I agree to the first one. Yes if a story is said to be a retelling or an adaptation I myself expect it to be accurate. But at the same time I also get annoyed becase these stories had more than enough of unfaithful adaptations as well which again makes me a bit sad as well Generally I dslike this "fanom logic". On one hand it is great that people get dedicated and like something, on the other it becomes so hard to control these things and find truth from lie and imagination from fact sometimes. Indeed they are. I found most of them very nice. One or two again didn't vibe with me like "Suffering" but they were personal preferences (plus again linked to that iconic moment that got twisted hahaha)
-Oh yes I do find very good converstions on the matter for sure. Well call me crazy but again I think the OG Odyssey has as much video game logic as it can't be more. Like Odysseus slaughters Ismarus but saves Maron, Maron gives him the godly wine, Odysseus uses that godly wine to get Polyphemus drunk. The bag of winds needs not to be opened it is opened so the people move from one place to another. To defeat the witch you have to pay the price and sell yourself to her. You go to the underworld with stuff that she gives you and slay a sheep and not let others go to drink till Tiresias arrives. Tiresias gives a prophecy. To go through Skylla you try to fight but ultimatey you pay the price. To save yourself from Charybdis you need to grab on the tree the witch told you about etc. Not all video games have boss fights every five meters and I could absolutely see Odyssey as an open world video game already from the OG material. But maybe that is just me.
-Absolutely that is a positive outcome from it if more people get to read the original.
New Epic saga and it's horrible... to give you an idea, Odysseus fought Poseidon, stole his trident and made him beg for mercy
hmmm a god begging a mortal for mercy is not exactly on par with Greek religion and stories. How did that scene made it into the final version?
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about the anti post, tbf it wasn't in the ship tag so technically not crossing lanes but it was in the character tags and as a babs fan it can still be annoying going in her tag to see that kinda stuff esp cuz a lot of db antis are bigger dick stans and are more critical and negative towards her than him in subtle and not so subtle ways, you know?
anyway thank you for your response! it reminded me why i love their relationship so much! theres so much negativity surrounding this ship that sometimes i begin questioning myself, wondering if they're really that bad and am i missing something?? so its always reassuring seeing others who feel the way i do and view them positively :)
I hear you, it can be really hard to avoid this kind of thing, even when you're trying to stay in your lane and others are trying to stay in their lane, too. And, it really doesn't help when a lot of anti-Dick/Babs people come into our space to be jerks about it. (I don't know if it happens in reverse, I'm not in those spaces enough to tell, I can only say that I haven't seen it any time I wander outside of my corner. But if it does, that's not cool, either.)(Nor do I know the context of the post you saw, for all I know, it could have struck me totally different than it did for you.) And, yeah, honestly, there does have to be room for everyone to like and dislike their own stuff, even if that means we come across posts we find annoying and it means that we find the complaining too much to be around. We have to have a little grace for disagreements, just as people who disagree with us have to have a little grace with us. That said, you know what I find a thousand times more fulfilling? Yelling happily about what I like, because I don't want the entire experience of Thing I Like to be negative and when I see other people having fun, I want to join in on that fun, too--so, I would suggest that any time you feel frustrated by someone being a jerk, find your favorite comic moment or animated series moment or fic you enjoyed reading, and yell very loudly about how great it was and put that in the tag (both characters and ship) because then I'll see something happy when I go through the tag and it'll remind me why I love the ship, too! Or find your favorite Barbara moments and talk about her, because fandom does sometimes overshadow her and I would love to see more about her view of her life and relationships and family! And, honestly, while plenty of people have perfectly valid reasons to dislike a ship--literally ANY ship, this isn't just about Dick/Babs, but it could just as easily apply to Dick/Kory or Dick/Wally or Dick/Roy or Dinah/Babs--there's always going to be a fair amount of ship war nonsense, where criticism isn't even about what the ship is really like, just that it's not the person's OTP. And then who cares! Use that energy to make positive content for the ship because that's a better use of your time! And you deserve to have a nice experience in fandom, too. Dick/Babs is a great pairing, they're adorable and they're flirty and they love each other and they support each other and they're not afraid to have it out with each other when they need to and they just like being around each other. Whether someone OTPs it or just thinks it's fine enough/is a multishipper instead, it's totally great to enjoy a moment of theirs because they can be utterly delightful and nobody's wrong for loving them. đ
#lumi.txt#dc#batfam#dickbabs#as a note: I have NO IDEA of the context of the original post#so like i'm not arguing against it or for it#i have no idea if it was fair or unfair or what#this is a very generalized take on my personal experiences in fandom
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Wei Wuxian and Narrative Agency â Part Three
For Xiantober Day Five: Past and Present, in which the author gets very unhinged about what parts of the past are shown and how thatâs affected by the present!
(Part One | Part Two | Full version on AO3)
The Power of Agency: Shaping the Narrative
When I've discussed Wei Wuxian's agency previously, Iâve talked about how whatâs shown and omitted tells us about a character, and weâve talked about the character himself. Though this is a niche topic, itâs not necessarily something out of the ordinary to analyse, and we can assume everything up to here has been in some way intentional.
This? Linking structure to a characterâs in-universe preferences?
This is where we get unhinged.
Before I start, letâs quickly establish something which will be important later: although Wei Wuxian is the central character, MDZS isnât strictly from his POV. While omitting events a character doesnât like to dwell on and concealing things the character wishes to hide is common in books with only one narrator, MDZS has multiple narrators which it switches between relatively quickly. This includes Wei Wuxian, but it also includes nearly every major character that appears in the story, and omniscient narrator as well. As a default, this format doesnât lead to this deliberate shaping and omission because of one characterâs preferences, since we have many other sources of information and events â which is what makes Wei Wuxianâs influence over the narrative and structure so interesting. We could have access to a lot more information, and access to it at different times, than we do (and thatâs not an insult, quite the opposite!).
To begin: weâve established that times such as Wei Wuxianâs time on the streets, his three months in the Burial Mounds and his loss in the Siege arenât shown because Wei Wuxian has little agency there. But thatâs not the only special thing about them. Theyâre also the three most traumatic times in his life, and so moments Wei Wuxian himself either canât remember, or doesnât like to dwell on.
This is why discussing Wei Wuxianâs treatment of tragedy in his life was important. Firstly, it shows he doesnât focus on the tragedy in his life, so the idea that the narrative not focusing on this tragedy relates to his character has merit; secondly, it affirms that this is not a passive trait, but a choice. Therefore, when the narrative omits events due to this aspect of Wei Wuxian, itâs respecting not only a character detail â which would be cool by itself â but also an active decision. One that shapes the story itâs made in.
In other words, its very structure is respecting Wei Wuxianâs agency!
Now, of course there are flashbacks to other moments of his past he probably wouldnât like to dwell on, too. But within the structure, theyâre only shown when Wei Wuxian is thinking about them (or when he has reason to)!
Wei WuXian hadnât woken up yet. His eyes were still tightly shut, yet his hand didnât let go either. He seemed to be dreaming, muttering, â⌠Donât⌠Donât be angryâŚâ Lan WangJi seemed somewhat surprised. His voice was gentle, âI am not angry.â Wei WuXian, â⌠Oh.â Hearing this, as though he finally felt assured, his fingers loosened. Lan WangJi sat beside Wei WuXian for a while. Seeing that he was motionless again, he was about to stand up when Wei WuXian grabbed him with his other hand, hugging his arm and refusing to let go. He shouted, âIâll go with you, quick, take me back to your sect!â Chapter 63, EXR translation
Which, of course, is him dwelling onâŚ
Lan WangJi spoke one word at a time, âGo back to Gusu with me.â Hearing this, both Wei WuXian and Jiang Cheng were surprised. Quickly afterward, Wei WuXian laughed, âGo back to Gusu with you? To the Cloud Recesses? Why go there?â He immediately seemed to realize, âOh. I forgot. Your uncle Lan QiRen hates crooked people like me. Youâre his proudest disciple, so of course youâre the same as him, haha. I refuse.â Chapter 62, EXR translation
âŚthe painful flashback immediately preceding this. The third set of flashbacks (which are also painful) are a similar case. Look at the contex:
He lifted the bottom of his robe, revealing a prosthetic leg made of wood, âThis leg of mine was destroyed by you, that night in the Nightless City (âŚ)â (âŚ) âWei WuXian, I wonât ask you if you remember or not. Both of my parents died by your hands. You owe too many people. You definitely wonât remember them either. But, I, Fang MengChen, will never forget! And never forgive you!â (âŚ) âIn the fight at Qiongqi Path, my son was strangled to death by your dog Wen Ning!â âMy shixiong died by poison, his entire body festering due to your cruel curse!â Chapter 68 (immediately preceding the flashbacks), EXR translation
And Wei Wuxianâs own thoughts and words:
Wei WuXian looked at the cultivators before the Demon-Slaughtering Cave. Their expressions were the absolute same as those of the cultivators from the night of the pledge conference, pouring their wine on the ground as they took the pledge to scatter the ashes of the Wen Sectâs remnants and him. (âŚ) Wei WuXian, âNow itâs time to ask just whom it is that treasures it so much. Itâs like Wen Ning. Back then, some certain sects or so were scared to death of the Ghost General. They said theyâd kill him on the surface, but behind their backs they hid him for over ten years. How strange. Who was the one that said his ashes had been scattered back then?â Chapter 79 (immediately succeeding the flashbacks), EXR translationÂ
Once again, Wei Wuxianâs own thoughts relate to the flashbacks weâve just been shown. And, as I previously mentioned, though all the events which are shown are tragic, theyâre also events which Wei Wuxianâs own choices and actions shaped â which he has this to say about:
âThe things I did, not only do you remember them, I remember them too. You wonât forget them, and theyâll stay even longer in my mind!â Chapter 82, EXR
Admittedly, this applies more to the third set of flashbacks than the second (which is still fitting as the third set was the most recent), as in the second, although he still had agency within and influence over his circumstances, the majority of the pain was caused by othersâ actions (excluding, of course, the Golden Core transfer⌠which is something we know stays for a long time in his mind, albeit with a caveat weâll soon discuss). But itâs still important to note â especially considering that otherwise, focusing on this very painful time in his life wouldnât seem like something very in-character for Wei Wuxian to do.
Of course, this can all just be explained by good writing. It is best to insert flashbacks when theyâre relevant to the characters and events in the present day! But it is interesting to compare these to the start of the (not painful) Gusu flashbacks, which open this way:
At a later time, Wei WuXian pondered upon the reason why his relationship with Lan WangJi wasnât good. Getting to the root of the matter, everything started when he was fifteen, coming to the GusuLan Sect with Jiang Cheng to study for three months. Chapter 13, EXR
Again, considering the circumstances around which these flashbacks take place â returning to the Cloud Recesses for the first time since the lectures, and meeting Lan Wangji once more â it makes complete sense for Wei Wuxian to be thinking about these events*. So it does fit the pattern of Wei Wuxian dwelling on something, thus leading to the narrative dwelling on it, too (and being shaped by his thoughts)⌠but thereâs another layer to this. Importantly, it is the only flashback where Wei Wuxianâs present thoughts donât lead to this happening, with his thoughts at an unspecified future time leading to it, instead. I like to interpret this as the text saying that, since these events arenât something Wei Wuxian wouldnât focus on in normal circumstances, he can dwell on them at any time. Therefore, theyâre free to come up in the narrative at any time as well, even if heâs not dwelling on them in the present moment!
So, to summarise: Wei Wuxianâs decision not to focus on the painful times in his life directly influences the narrative to not focus on these times. When painful times are brought up and shown to us, itâs in the context of him thinking about them in the present day, and even then, his most painful moments still arenât shown to us. His agency in this regard is still respected by the narrative structure.
This is the main way his agency influences the structure of the narrative, but Iâd like to talk about the revealing and concealing of information, too. For example, I said Iâd talk about the Golden Core transfer â though Wei Wuxian does think about this many times, as evidenced by his internal narration in Chapter 103. But unlike everything weâre shown through the flashbacks, this is something Wei Wuxian is actively trying to hide from others. And the narrative respects this choice (Wei Wuxianâs agency, again), never reveals it even when it would be relevant in the flashbacks, and we find out not through narration, but through a characterâs dialogue!
And to clarify â I know these aspects may not be in the book for this exact reason. Showing flashbacks in relevant moments is good writing, concealing an important plot point you want to do a reveal for is necessary writing, and MXTX has said she didnât want to write about Wei Wuxianâs time in the Burial Mounds, due to not liking to write transformation sequences (and also because it would not be pleasant at all, which likely also applies to Wei Wuxianâs death). That doesnât prevent it from also being intentional â MXTXâs intelligence is shown in many aspects of this book, and thereâs nothing disproving it â but thereâs no proof for either option, so I wonât pretend there is. I bring this up because I know this feels like Iâm overanalysing, as I feel that way as well.
But, whether itâs intentional or not, it exists in the text, and I adore it â so, regardless, itâs something Iâll explore. Because taking this into account⌠We aren't just told about Wei Wuxian having agency, we arenât just shown it in the text, we arenât even just shown it through which parts of his past are shown and hidden in the structure of the text (as I talked about in Part One). The parts of the past that are shown and hidden also have an in-universe reason for being shown and hidden, this reason being the choices he makes! Agency is the ability of a character to influence the story theyâre in, but Wei Wuxianâs agency, as a property of a character who only exists in-universe, shapes the out-of-universe structure as well! Thatâs how weâre shown its importance! How cool is that?
At The End Of The Road: Summary and Final Thoughts
In this essay, weâve covered how important Wei Wuxianâs agency is not only to the events of the plot, but to the structure of the narrative as well. The narrative omits periods in which Wei Wuxian has little or no agency, in favour of showing us periods in which he does, even when important events happened in the former. This indicates that who Wei Wuxian is without agency isnât important enough to be shown to the audience, and therefore that his agency is an integral aspect of his character in MDZS. Weâve discussed how both in-universe and out-of-universe, tragedy does not define him â out-of-universe, the tragic events in Wei Wuxianâs life are used not to build sympathy but rather to show his strength of character and who he still is despite going through them; and in-universe, he chooses not to focus on the negativity and resentment caused by his circumstances or othersâ actions, instead staying true to his moral compass and enjoying his life in the present day. Finally, weâve also explored how this choice is another reason for the omission of certain events from the narrative, resulting in his agency shaping the story in a very literal way â it affects the out-of-universe structure, as well.
Itâs quite fitting, for a story whose essence is about defying a conventional narrative â that of righteous clans rising up and defeating a great evil â and about a character who defies many conventional narratives on his own â that of status defining how skilled you could be, that for a golden core being necessary for cultivation and other paths being unavailable, that of a tragic but complete story of someone killed for staying true to their moral code (instead, that character returns to life and has a happy ending) â to have its own narrative play a role in such an important and interesting way.
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Thank you for reading!
(Part One | Part Two | Full version on AO3)
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*This strong relation to the present day circumstances is another reason I love the flashback placement so much (and why I think itâs such a loss both screen adaptions altered it so strongly)!Â
#get ready for tag thoughts because there are a LOT of them#itâs for THIS reason that fanon wwx bothers me so much (didnât want to get negative on the acual post)#bc so often all the changes are changes that woobify him!#self-sacrificial idiot wwx?? only doing things because⌠poor him he has so many internal issues and values himself so little-#-so of course heâd sacrifice everything before thinking of another option? woobifying#(whenever he sacrifices something itâs a deliberate choice to act on his morals because he values his morals so much â and heâs also very-#-capable and DOES often find ways for no people to get hurt!)#wasnât aware that what happened to him at lotus pier was wrong and needs lwj to tell him that for him to have any idea if it?#woobifying (as we see in the lotus seed pod extra he KNOWS itâs unfair)#(he downplays it retroactively in his memory (links into not focusing on the bad things in his life))#(but thatâs the actions themselves that are being downplayed not their fairness!)#he chooses to act! he is defined by acting! not tragedy â all the more impressive in the face of the amount of tragedy thatâs happened#he could SO EASILY have been a woobie but instead heâs the opposite of one: defined BY his agency instead of the absence of it#that doesnât mean heâs not impacted by tragedy or trauma â he is! but itâs not the most important aspect of his character (bc he doesnât le#itâs also something that bothers me about the changes cql made#by making qq path and nightless city the fault of someone else it means he IS someone whoâs more a victim of circumstance than anything els#he had no control over the tragedies of his first life at all#apart from ig his death being controlled by him? because he just leaps off the cliff during the nightless city siege?? but in THAT case itâ#i watched that part recently (iâm getting through it very slowly) and yeah it reaffirmed my love for this aspect of the book even more#despite. having these exact thoughts for two years already#he also dwells on the past events a lot more than book wwx which adds to that version of him BEING defined more by tragedy rather than who#anyway over 7.3k words total (and 400 more in the tags apparently)... it'll be posted to ao3 in its completion this evening!#mdzs meta#my meta#wei wuxian#mdzs#mo dao zu shi#ééçĽĺ¸#grandmaster of demonic cultivation#gdc
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i think what Jason wants (from Bruce at least) is to be loved transcendentally. he wants to be loved with earth shattering intensity, the kind that'll raze the world to the ground when lost and inspire greatness when present. Jason wants to mean something and to matter more than anything except for (maybe) another (worthy) human. Jason wants to be shown love in the way that he experiences love. but that kind of exclusive focus is impossible when your dad is Batman.
#Jason is the pathos of the batfam#Dick is also more pathos than logos but like he also didn't die so#and yes i'm mangling i'm doing it on purpose#Jay would die in a heartbeat for his family#and probably do any number of awful things#and what he wants is reciprocity#I see his as very much the kind to not ask anything of anyone that he isn't willing to do himself#but also expects others to live up to his morals#or standards or however#so he's not exactly fair but not entirely unfair either#idk there's a ton of posts right now on Jason's ideas about love and I also have a ton of thoughts myself#the dude is fucking intense#and speakign from experience#it's fuckign hard when that kind of intensity is one sided#even when you know it's unfair to expect it of the other party#jason todd#batfam
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adaine's family relationships are something i can actually be so incredibly normal about too btw
#like. a little bit later adaine's father gives her a useless orb for spell casting#and she points out it's not practical and he says 'i try my best with you! i really do!'#like. it's about parents who fundamentally don't understand you#it's about parents who have such a narrow and rigid idea of what's acceptable that when you start to find yourself outside of it#they can't even recognize you.#it's about watching your sister (aelwyn) seamlessly meet the conditions that are required to achieve your parents' love#and then not even being able to comprehend how to do that for yourself#it's about asking questions and being met with hostility for challenging the status quo#it's about experiencing unfairness and asking why and your parents' unflinching answer being:#because i'm your parent and i decide when things are fair#and i dont HAVE to figure out why i act this way much less make the adjustment to make it fair#anyway :))))))#fh#fantasy high#adaine abernant
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hey how much is sapnap and matpat in the new tommyinnit video, i want to watch but i don't really want to see them
Matpat isn't in it. Sapnap is but it's just Tommy seeing him coming out of a store, asking if he's fucked up mentally, sapnap says no and Tommy is like "nice seeing you" very dryly and sarcasticly, and leaves. A lot of people say Tommy was being a bitch to him on purpose but he has autism and I ALSO have autism so....idfk
#asks#also the matpat thing is prob just personal preference BUT in case it isn't#he's....fine. I've heard people call him transphobic and i have no idea what the fuck they're talking about?? he's outspokenly an ally and#his cohost on gt live is nonbinary??? he includes nonbinary options in all of his gener surveys????#i think it's literally just because of his videos when he was in college and didn't âgetâ trans people but he LEARNED. and he learned fast#every accusation I've seen against him was either old#bullshit/made up#or purposely bad faith (like the pope thing??? he literally gave the pope a video game because he wanted to give him something that#represented the video game community while also having a kind message because it's traditional to bring gifts representing your community#and people act like it was a pusposeful intent to be cruel and evil and overshadow real genocide or something??? i read a rant on it and wa#like#...THIS ONLY MAKES SENSE IF YOU ALREADY HATE HIM AND ASSUME HE HAD BAD INTENT.#They hated him FIRST and then tried to justify it.#it's so dumb???!! it's so dumb. what the fuck#people also call him ableist and that's just as stupid and i- i need to stop my point is. free him he's literally just a normal guy#a normal guy who learns stuff over time?? like humans do????? and grows as a person?????#fuck twitter and fuck cancel culture. matpat rocks and i think he's fucking cool as shit. FUCK#matpat...strokes the screen....matpat I'm so sorry for what they did to you oh my godddddd#matty patty.....matty patty I'm so sorryyyyy#pookie I'm so sorry for what they said abt u I'll avenge u i prommy <3 ur so slayyy literally so slay don't let the h8ers get you DOWNNN om#he's a legend and he's genuinely not an asshole he's just kind of a himbo dumbass who has to have ash explain to him what a tumblr sexyman#is. he's just out of touch if you explalin to him he'll go âoh okay!!! i support you!!â#HE'S TRYING HIS BEST!!!!!!!! RAAASGUGUUHHHHH#matpat supporter i am a matpat supporter i am a matpat fan and bestie#he's my little blorbo he's my silly little guy my dumb theory man#you're allowed to hate him idc i just don't think saying he's an irredeemable monster who needs to be beaten up is fair.#you could say#.... he's âannoying at firstâ#get it? but yeah i think âi find him annoying and hate him personallyâ is fine but âhe's evil and actually morally duplicitousâ is unfair.
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Make Puerto Rico a state already, don't like having second class Americans, and that's how I'd describe it when they're out there paying taxes, contributing to the good of the country, but they don't even get representation via things like a senator
Like I'm sat here thinking about it and... do Puerto Ricans living in Puerto Rico even get to vote for president? Cause... that's never listed in the electoral college vote count, so I'm gonna guess no
Seem to remember hearing somewhere something about "no taxation without representation", sounded pretty good I thought
Make Puerto Rico a state, make them a state. Every year I get more and more pissed off as I think about how fellow Americans are treated like this. I'm extremely pro Puerto Rico, they're clearly a part of the union... you either make them a state or make them their own country, you don't keep people trapped in this limbo state where they've got less rights than I do
#people bring up how the electoral college is there to avoid tyranny of the masses; and fair enough#(though I think it's a real broken system; and I'm not real keen on tyranny of the swing states either)#(like maybe if the electoral college was at least less winner takes all so people who don't vote like their state stood a chance)#(...I'm not gonna invent a substitution when no one's gonna implement it; but this system ain't great either)#but to the point; we don't want tyranny of the masses; right?#well here we are with Puerto Ricans not getting any say what so ever; unless I'm much mistaken... which everything I find says no#and listen... I'll be blunt; population isn't a number that ever means that much to me or sticks with me#I can't actually tell you the population of anywhere in the world cause... I tend to more just get a feel of how many people are there#like a lot; a little... like I know Nigeria has one of the highest populations; but I couldn't tell you the number#my point being; I don't know how many Puerto Ricans their are living in Puerto Rico; but it seems like a meaningful amount#it feels like they... gotta have more than like Wyoming; so it feels a little unfair if Wyoming gets a say and they don't; you know?#like no one would saying Wyoming doesn't deserve to have senators and representation in the house; and a vote for president#so why don't... I want to say millions of Americans; again; not great with the numbers side; but I feel like Puerto Rico probably has 2+ mi#I want Puerto Rican statehood; you search (and tumblr cooperates) you'll see I've been saying it for some time#also say I think DC should be a state too; and that Hawaii should be given a choice if they want to stay or not#like I like having em in the US; but they should have the right to choose#but those two I know are more radical ideas and less likely to be implemented#but Puerto Rican statehood... hands down it's a disgrace they aren't already and it goes against fundamental principles of the US#it's not like I personally know any Puerto Ricans (unless one of you is... I just don't know many people in general)#(like I don't think I know anyone from Maine either for example... lots of Arizonans though; but mostly people from my state)#anyway; I've got zero personal stake in this; it's just about what's right#Puerto Ricans are Americans; and they deserve a seat at the table... in this case a literal one; two senate seats and however many house#(I couldn't tell you what the breakdown is of population to house seats; and I'm not sure if we'd make new ones or shift from like Cali)#I don't see this happening in the next 4 years whoever wins (though... maybe have a feeling who would be more for it)#but I'll still keep saying it... I'll say it till they're given statehood
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WHEN- you store things inside your boobies
...very obviously fem reader lmao, you store things in the middle of your chest...
...lyney...xiao...itto...wanderer...
Lyney
You're showing lyney a card trick that learned.
But no matter how much he tries to figure out where you hid the card he just can't get it.
He never usually does this but he's just too curious!!
So he's been asking- no, begging for you to tell him how you did it and where you hid the card!
After much pleading and you repeating "a magician never reveals her secrets" you finally spill.
You tell him to watch carefully and he nods.
His eyes widen and his mouth drops open as he burns red.
You reach down your shirt and pull out a card from in between your boobes
"I- you uh..ah.." he's stuttering, not sure what would be an appropriate response to this.
You just laugh "see, this is why I said you can't do this trick, your tits are too small darlin"
"h-hey- making you blush is my job! Not the other way around!"
he's used to making snarky remarks or dirty jokes he can't believe he fell for this!
Xiao
Xiao recently gifted you some adeptus beads
They were meant to ward away evil spirits and demons and keep you safe when he's not around
However, he's noticed that he can't seem to find you wearing them around your neck, so he decided to ask you about it
"y/n where are you keeping the beads I gave you? I didn't give them to you just for you to leave them somewhere to collect dust."
He huffed offended you wouldn't keep the charm on you.
You already insisted on not calling his name when in trouble so you should at least keep the beads on you!
You just looked at him amused telling him you had them on you but he insisted you showed them to him, so you did.
Pulling down the neckline of your shirt you reached your hand in to grab said beaded necklace.
His mouth dropped once you showed it to him and his face bloomed "i- y-you..you have no respect for the adepti!" he vanished after yelling that likely to hide his blushing face, and his boner
Itto
Recently you've hid one of ittos little purple bugs right before his little match with some kid
He's frantically searching for said bug, insisting that he has to take that one or he won't win! Not that he will either way
"y/nnnnn! Are you sure you haven't seen my little bugger! I really need it!" he's whining like a little baby!
Feeling bad for him you finally relent telling him you might have an idea of where his beetle could be
"REALLYYYY!!! You're the best babe-" you tell him to watch carefully as you pull your shirt down and from in-between your valleys crawled out the purple beetle you had hidden
His mouth dropped his eyes looked like they would pop out of their sockets (imagine gojo when he looked at megumi)
"not fair y/n! Why does the beetle get to stay there and not me!" he's thinking about it being unfair,
Then the next second he wants to see if the beetle would fit in between his tits,
Of course, they do. I mean have you seen his tits? He's very proud of that fact
Wanderer
Nahida recently sent the both of you on an expedition together
He acts like he's not happy but deep down he's happy to be traveling alone with his beloved
Recently you both stopped at a shop to buy something but he had forgotten his mora back at camp.
He looked towards you waiting for you to pay, he narrowed his eyes suspiciously at you when you looked at him amused and asked "you sure"
"just pay." well, he insisted, so why would you deny?
As soon as you reached down your shirt his mind short-circuited
You pulled out a mora pouch and handed some mora to the shop keeper like it was nothing and then again stuffed the pouch down your tits.
Grabbing the things you started walking away as wanderer stood there just blushing violently
Looking back you yelled "are you coming or not darling?" he snapped out of it following after you
"did you really have to do that in fucking public?" he huffed in embarrassment, walking back home with a boner is annoying
#genshin x reader#genshin impact#genshin imagines#genshin hcs#genshin xiao#xiao x reader#xiao fluff#xiao hcs#Xiao#lyney x reader#genshin lyney#lyney x y/n#Lyney#suggestive#genshin fluff#itto imagines#genshin impact itto#genshin itto#itto x reader#arataki itto#Itto#wanderer headcanons#wanderer x reader#wanderer imagines#wanderer#fem reader#scara x reader#Lowkey the itto part was unhinged even for međ
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ââš "đ°-đ°đĄđ¨ đđđŽđ đĄđ đ˛đ¨đŽ đđĄđđ!? " | childe, kaeya, heizou, lyney x gn!reader
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¤â¤ˇ art cr
â it's time for revenge : teasing the teasing boys back.
ó ó ă
¤â¤ˇ DARLINNGGG, GUESS WHOS BACK FROM JAILLLLL ... gn reader, but use of adj "pretty", est. relationship childe + heizou , alcohol ó ó and suggestive mentions in kaeya's, fluff
â ...aka , flirting back makes them malfunction. âĽ
"Darling, you're so pretty today~!"
There he is â that sly little shit you call so fondly by name. Childe snakes his arms firmly around your torso, snuggling into you from behind.
It doesn't take a genius to guess he's grinning like an idiot.
(Your idiot.)
"Hm? I don't think I heard you right, say it one more time?" Glancing back at him with a cheeky smile, you hear the rumble of his laughter.
The harbinger presses a sneaky, little sideways kiss against the base of your neck, tufts of his hair tickling your jaw. "You're seriously too kissable today. Totally unfair."
He's so stupidly in love that you can't help but tease him, just a little. Changing positions, you turn around to cup the man's face. "Well, if I'm that kissable today, I guess I'll just have to keep that look going, won't I? Shall we test how fair it really is?"
There's a beat of silence. You count six seconds before he even begins to utter a choked little: "...H-huh...?"
He's so red-faced you almost feel bad. His skin is growing warmer to the touch, and he shifts his eyes, suddenly becoming a whole lot less bold than usual. Trembling slightly, he brings up a hand to hide behind, his now-meek voice reaching you.
"H-hey, who taught you that...?"
"Ah? Speak up, I can't hear you~"
"...You- You know exactly what you're doing to my heart, don't you?" He looks at you accusingly, guiding one of your hands to his chest, burying it in the fabric of his clothes. "Archons, it's beating so fast-"
"This can't be healthy, so hurry up and cure me."
"Cure?"
"..1000 kisses should fix me right up."
"To meet you once more, isn't this fate?"
Eyes that contain galaxies â and you, raise to meet yours. Kaeya smiles in a smile that's all mirth, raising a glass to let it briefly shine in the light. He stands as you enter Angel's Share, pulling back a stool at the counter.
...He wasn't a stalker, was he? This hadn't been the first time you'd met, nor the second, nor third â you'd seen this archon-forsaken man a total of seven times. Each time, the two of you had shared a drink, which always started with "ah, just one today" to you, face flushed, leaning onto the counter and spilling whatever was on your mind that day in its entirety to the man who sat beside you, listening with the occasional chuckle.
Well, it wasn't as if you found the idea of "fate" and "Kaeya" unappealing.
"I suppose that wouldn't be unbelievable." You shrug as you take your seat. "Since I've been fortunate enough to encounter you again, drinks are on me."
"My, how generous." Kaeya gestures toward his empty glass shamelessly, resting his chin on his hand leisurely. "I think I'll take you up on that offer."
You beckon Charles closer, briefly whispering something in the man's ear. The bartender nods, walking off.
"How interesting, Charles seems to be mixing two drinks. A classic choice of wine, and your favorite..." A foxy grin stretches across the man's lips. "To think you've memorized my order. Should I write you off as someone staring at me nonstop or merely attentive?"
That smooth talker, with that insufferably charming smile â surely it was time for a little revenge?
"I'd prefer the former, but think what you want."
"Oh? I'm that handsome?" (Is it the dim lighting that makes Kaeya's face seem a little more red than usual? )
"You are."
You state it blatantly, as it is. As if Kaeya weren't expecting such a blunt answer, he suddenly clams up, coughing into his fist in a terribly not nonchalant manner. "You... don't tell me, have you already been drinking? What's with you today?"
"What, is speaking the truth suddenly such a surprise?"
"...You said all drinks were on you, yeah?"
Changing the topic? "Mhm, whatever you want."
It's hard to miss the way Kaeya's gaze burns.
"Then, round two at my place?"
"You're way too distracting, how am I supposed to get any work done when all I want to do is kiss you?"
And there it is, Heizou's twenty-second kiss of the day, this time pressed lightly on the bridge of your nose. Here you were, expecting the cool-headed man to be able to hold himself back during detective work.
You'd expected far too much.
"Heizou, you're the one who agreed to me accompanying you. No use in complaining now."
"Ah, that's where you're mistaken, love! Complaints are perfect excuses for kisses, you know." The twenty-third, on your left cheek, and the twenty-fourth, on the other.
"Heizou."
He tilts his head upwards, staring at you cheekily. "Hm?"
"Revenge." You cup his face. His pink cheeks are squishy, and you resist the urge to pinch them.
"...Pardo-"
You kiss him on the lips.
Heizou makes a noise of surprise, slightly jumping under your touch. He quivers for a moment, then goes stock still.
Seems like you've stumped the detective.
One kiss is all it took.
As you pull away, you're able to witness the absolute mess you've created. The Shikanoin Heizou's at an utter loss for words, his lips parted but words long gone. His cheeks, the tips of his ears, the back of his neck; he's so red-faced you can't help but laugh.
"My, that's all it took to render you speechless?"
There's a twinkle in his spring-green eyes as he gazes at you, shaking his head slyly. "Nope-! Not rendered speechless just yet- although..."
"...One hundred more kisses might do the trick?"
"A pretty flower for the prettiest of them all, mon chĂŠri~"
A rainbow rose drawn from a sleeve, a pair of sly amethyst eyes, a cattish smile, and a smooth voice: Lyney greets you â or more so catches and stops you on the road. Something of a highway robbery, except this "thief" is more skilled in capturing hearts than valuables.
His hand snags onto your forearm, making no move to let go. "You player, don't tell me you say this to any pretty face that passes by?"
At the raise of your brow, Lyney feigns hurt. "You wound me, to assume such a thing... just how little trust you have for me?"
"Admittedly not a lot, Sir..." You scan him up and down with a scrutinizing gaze; You were sure you had seen the guy somewhere before. "...Magician?"
"Lyney."
"...Lyney, considering you've stopped me on the side of the road, it'd be daring to even call us acquaintances, no?"
"Acquaintances..." Lyney ponders the thought like it's enjoyable. "I can work with that~ Since we've been acquainted, won't you take the rose already?"
Partly due to his insistence, and partly due to pity, you accept the flower from his hold, not failing to notice the way his eyes twinkle. "Say," he begins, moving his hands back to his sides. "Do you happen to know what roses mean in the language of the flowers?"
You blink at him, rather unamused. "Sorry to disappoint, but I can't speak to plants."
Lyney, unexpectedly, grows silent. You see his cheeks puff outward, attempting to suppress a laugh. "I see," he speaks, breathily, like he is midway between a laugh and a word. "Love, beauty, perfection, wouldn't you say it fits you wonderfully?"
"...You have my thanks?"
Lyney's eyes are the shape of almonds, and when he smiles, the edges of them crinkle. "Not much of a charmer, are you?"
Is that a challenge?
"Then," you drop your voice a pitch lower, straightening your shoulders. "You have my thanks, mon beau." Combo attack: winking and blowing a kiss, you depart the scene as soon as possible for added mystery.
(You had a feeling this wouldn't be the last time you saw him.)
Now standing alone on the side of the street, eyes wide, finger playing with his side-swept bangs, utterly speechless and red-faced, Lyney's heart raced like it was to leap out of his chest.
"...Haha, what sort of magic is this?"
(a/n) this has been in drafts since like,, janurary. SOBBING.
look out for an announcement in a lil bit ^^
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Yo, no hate, I totally get the confusion!
From the perspective of someone who isn't in the arts, this would seem pretty dumb, yeah? Offering someone money for work they already did, on a picture I already have access to, thay I could just ask someone to do on me for free, right?
Well, there are a few reasons:
As an artist myself, I know how hard it is to make a career out of art. Nobody wants to hire you, those who DO don't want to pay you, and it's so, so easy to have your ideas ripped off or stolen. I believe that by giving money to artists I appreciate, I can help them continue to exist and continue creating more.
I'm benefiting from their work. I love their art, and I want it on my body, and they put work into creating it, so shouldn't I compensate them? It'd be kind of unfair for them to put blood sweat and tears into a piece on for me to walk in and go, "mine now", right? If I hired the tattoo artist to design something for me, it would cost money. So why is it fair to rob the tattoo artist AND the original artist so I can save a buck? I've just cheated two different professionals.
By asking the original artist if it's okay to get their work, and if they'd like to charge for it, I'm giving them control over their own creations. Maybe it's a personal piece. Maybe it was a commission for someone else who doesn't want matching tattoos with an internet stranger. I'm letting them choose to say what happens to the art that they've made, and in an era of the internet and pinterest and AI theft, that's not something we all get to have anymore.
TL/DR: Asking permission and offering payment is a gesture of appreciation and respect that grants an artist the dignity and bargaining power they need to survive in an increasingly hostile environment.
Or,
Failing to adequately compensate individual artists and craftsmen for their labour has directly to the death of art and craft at large.
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#why am I liking her posts#I shouldnât even look at her blog every text post she makes hurts I see what I did#today was a huge day for her too#like a day to celebrate she made such a big step toward improving her life I wish I had just somehow been right there with her#I have to stop liking her stuff if she sees Iâm sure itâs just annoying or confusing or stressful#sheâs not reading my stuff anymore I donât think which is good#I mean I wish she would the thought of her feelings for me fading is like torture it feels like nails being driven into me#but she needs to unless I change a lot Iâd only hold her down#I need to not think about her because the more I do the more Iâm gonna want to talk to her#itâs unfair to her Iâm so selfish I just hope she makes it I hope she gets her life to where she wants it to be#and anybody who puts her down may they meet a gruesome end people should end themselves just for inconveniencing her#by that logic I should be like punished eternally which yeah fair#I earned damnation long before I met her#I hope she knows though that I meant every word#I love her with all my heart I do and she thinks I donât#I do itâs just that I donât think Iâm capable of that much#my positive emotions have always felt muted or stunted idk what I was doing with her I have no idea how to be GOOD for somebody
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Iâm not sure when exactly this happened, but I think itâs clear that the aro community really is a community, now.
For the longest time Iâve felt like we were still in stasis, not quite there; a proto-community, yes, but not quite a community. But we have more history now to lean back on, more of each other to talk to and laugh with and cry with and learn from. More people thatâll go forward and make a part of modern aro history. More people that believe us, believe in us, will stand with us if we ask them.
I wouldnât consider myself an aro elder yet, though each year Iâm surprised at how long aromanticism has been a part of my life, how long Iâve been free of doubt or insecurity about my aromanticism, how far weâve come since I was questioning. Then again, when I was questioning, some of the people I looked up to for guidance were probably close to the age I am now, so I might be there sooner than I think.
And, Iâm so so hopeful for all aros, young or old, new or not, because weâve come so far. Day by day, progress is slow (and yes, itâs unfair, it should be so much faster), but looking back it feels fast. We are our own role models, the people we look up to for guidance. We carve our own path through life, making things up as we go. I used to find that terrifying, because I had no idea what the future would bring. But itâs actually amazing, because I can ignore all these silly ârulesâ and guidelines about what my life should be, and instead ask, âwhat do I want my life to be?â
Younger me, you have no idea how awesome your future is gonna be. Iâm sorry about the pain and hardship youâll go through first; it wonât be fair and you shouldnât have to deal with it. But youâll make it through, and one day youâll be me. I canât wait for you to get here.
#aromantic#aro#aspec#queer#lgbtq#original#text#can't believe i was busy on a day when aromantic got super trending#also on the topic of history: history is super important and we should make sure we're good custodians of it!#make backups of your tumblr blogs/wordpress sites/fanfiction/analytical essays/whatever!#save links into the internet archive/wayback machine!#future aros will thank us for every thing we save from link rot#current aros will thank us for keeping our resources alive and accessible
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From me: Just a silly little thing I was thinking about. Not a lot of background. Probably has some plot holes. Currently thinking it will not continue.
Warnings: Enemies to lovers (you came, you called)
Summary: She doesn't like Harry. Which is fine because Harry doesn't like her either. Except both of them are lying.
Harry didnât like her. But to be fair, she didnât like him either. For albeit stupid reasons on both their parts that had prolonged throughout their lives. She was best friends with Eleanor. By proxy Eleanorâs boyfriend Louis and his circle of friends were therefore inextricably linked to her. Which meant she and Harry were around each other.
A lot.
To everyoneâs dismay.
It was an offhanded comment, one that Harry never should have made but it soured her to pieces. âOnly an idiot would do something like that,â he said, quietly. Only Louis overheard.
And her.
That was Harryâs mistake.
But she wouldnât take it lying down. Harry could call her stupid all he wanted; she wouldnât let anyone get away with saying it to her. So she told him off.
It was probably the first time in his life anyone had ever stood up to him. She found that when people were attractive, they were more likely to get away with bullshit that others would put up with even though they didnât need to. Someone like Harry was more likely to say whatever he wanted and just assumed no one would tell him off because he was pretty.
Harry shouldnât have called her an idiot. It wasnât kind. Maybe he was jealous because honestly, watching her follow her passion was admirable and if the light hit her just right maybe he would have agreed that she was cool for doing what she wanted despite all the naysayers like him.
Even if it was embarrassing to be told off in front of their friends.
âDamn,â Louis whispered making everyone snicker. Harry was fuming. His eyes practically turned red with anger while he glared at her.
So, they werenât friendly.
But given they were stuck in one anotherâs lives they learned to be... cordial. As cordial as two people could be when she absolutely wanted to claw his eyes out.
*
An hour.
That was how long she waited inside before she realized it was no use. No new messages, no phone calls. Nothing.
For whatever reason, she imagined Harryâs smug smile saying something to the effect of âI told yâwere an idiot.â
It fueled her anger, and she silently blamed him for her dateâs inability to appear. Which made no sense at all. Harry had no idea she was even on a date. But she had waited too long and honestly couldnât disagree with the British voice mocking her inside her head. She was an idiot for waiting so long.
Her phone gave her more disappointing news but she was grateful she had service.
âHey, uh... Uber is going to be... a wait,â she mumbled quietly standing just inside the entryway of the restaurant she had stayed at far longer than any sane person would have. âI know youâre on a date, Iâm so sorry. I just... any chance youâre around to come get me?â She asked through her phone. The anxiety filled her lungs and a single tear rolled down her cheek. It was so typical that she didnât have anyone to come get her.
âOh, babe, Iâm so sorry. Louis and I have been drinking andââ
She nodded, closing her eyes. She knew it was a long shot. If it were any other time, she had no doubt Eleanor and Louis would be there for her. âOh, you know what,â she laughed quietly. âThe app just updated their time. Theyâll only be five minutes,â she assured her. âSorry to bother you,â she sighed looking at the time on the app that increased by another half hour.
âNot at all, you know Iâd be there as soon as I could,â Eleanor assured her.
She texted her mom, her sister, even her sisterâs boyfriend and was met with no response from any party. Her toes were numb from the chill in the air and uncomfortable shoes. It was unfair. No one was there for her when she needed them. Ever. It sounded so dramatic but it was true. She wanted one nice thing. She wanted a nice date. A night out. It wasn't supposed to be hard.
Anxiety rolled through her with each passing second on the cold street. Her throat felt tight as she scrolled through her contacts one last time and realized there was one and only option left. But she sure as hell wasn't going to call him.
Are you busy?
Is this a joke?
Well, that was a short-lived idea. God, he was the worst.
Forget it.
What? Your date stood you up?
I said FORGET IT.
Why did you text me, then?
Lapse in judgment. Wonât happen again.
Her phone illuminated with Harryâs contact, no picture. Just his name. Not even an emoji to recognize she had known him for ten years. She may as well have had his number for no longer than a week. âWhat?â She snapped.
He snorted. âLetâs get it straight, love. You contacted me.â
âAnd I told you to, âforget it.ââ
âAre yâseriously that stubborn yâwonât tell me?â
âNo, Iâm not stubborn,â she was very much so stubborn. âI will not let you berate me and call me stupid or make fun of me for going on a fucking date. I needed help and I will admit. I was stupid to call you thinking you would do anything but sit on your throne of self-adoration and help someone else. As I said, it was a lapse in judgment. Good. Bye.â
*
With an invigorated sense of frustration and anger, she had determined walking was her best bet. It had only been five minutes since she spoke to him. Her feet were aching, the chill gripping every inch of her body, when a car slowed beside her. It parked and she heard the door open. She didnât turn around. Anxiety crept through her veins. Her heart pounded heavily in her chest, and she tried to remember the self-defense moves she had learned in a seminar put on by her dorm her freshman year of college.
âHow much for an hour?â Harryâs voice cut through the cold air. She wanted to be mad. Wanted to snap something at him. But the relief crushed her; she couldnât help but feel grateful for his familiar voice.
âYou couldnât afford me,â she grumbled turning back toward him. He was leaning against the side of his carâjust by the front wheel. Ankles crossed; hands stuffed in the pockets of his jacket. He looked like a model for either the car or his coat. Hell, he could have been a model for the laces of his shoes. He was utterly beautiful.
He scanned her up and down. âSâthat how you dress for all your first dates?â
âShut the fuck up, Harry,â she muttered. A blush painted her cheeks as he scanned her. It felt so judgmental she wanted to punch him. She stood in front of him several feet away, eyeing him suspiciously. She didnât know how he knew where she was. Didnât know why he even decided to show up. Honestly, she thought maybe he was just driving around and was going to just get back in his car and leave her.
He snorted, scuffed the bottom of his shoe on the sidewalk. âYou look nice.â
âNice?â She repeated. âIs this a joke?â
âA lapse in judgment,â he rolled his eyes. âAre you getting in or what?â He asked pushing himself off his car and opening the passenger door.
âWhy did you even come here?â She asked. The warmth from his car hit her like a blanket and she wanted nothing more than to dive in and snuggle into the front seat, blast the hot air at her toes, and fall asleep against the heated seat he knew she had from all the times Eleanor talked about it.
But she was stubborn.
âObviously it was a mistake,â he closed the door again and made his way toward the driverâs side. âCould leave you here instead,â he shrugged eyeing her over the top of his car. Like a game of chess. It was her move. She glared at him and put her hand on the car handle. He locked the door as she pulled and smirked at her. âSo easy,â he mumbled.
She thought taking her chances walking would be betterâher toes were going to fall off and the numbness was creeping up her ankles and making way for her legs. âOh, forget it,â she grumbled and stalked back down the sidewalk.
Harry groaned as if truly pained by her existence. âOh, for Godâs sake, love! It was a joke,â he was by her side before she had taken ten full steps.
âWhat are you doing here, Harry? Huh? Just here to rub salt in the wound? I got stood up, okay? You were right. Happy? I just wanted toââ
âIdiot.â
Fury pulsed through her at his interruption. At the insult. She slapped his cheek before she could say anything else. Before she could think of anything else. His head was still turned to the side when she marched further down the street without waiting to see his reaction. The numbness of her legs didnât deter her. The heat of her embarrassment flooded her and warmed her plenty to make it somewhere nearby that would have more accessible Ubers.
âWhat the fuck was that?â He snarled, grabbing her wrist and spinning her around. It shouldn't have been a surprise he caught up to her so rapidly.
âYou called me an idiot,â she snapped back.
He chuckled darkly. His grip tightened on her wrist, and he shook his head. The laugh hadnât a trace of humor in it. âHe. Your date. Heâs an idiot.â She glared at him waiting for him to make another joke at her expense, but it never came. They stood still on the sidewalk. Harryâs hand holding her wrist like she might bolt at any second. Lord knew she was thinking about it. His gaze didnât stray from hers. Intense.
And really fucking beautiful.
âGet in the car,â he ordered.
Which she didnât take kindly to. âIâll take my chances,â she sniffed and tugged, trying to release his grip. He didnât budge, not even a millimeter.
âMânot asking,â his voice was low. âGet in the car, or Iâll drag yâin,â he promised.
âYou wouldnât.â
âTry me, love.â
The thought of Harry dragging her in the car didnât seem like a good idea. It would only embarrass her further. âWhy did you even come here? I told you to forget it,â she muttered.
He opened the passenger door and the warmth once more enveloped her like a hug. He gently touched her shoulder. She turned in the space between the opening of his car and Harry. He stared at her again. âYou called me,â his voice was gentle. Unlike anything he had ever heard from himâespecially directed toward her. There was no shrug, no indifference, no irritation. He was breathing evenly. As if they had done this a thousand times. As if he looked at her like she was... precious all the time.
There was a thud in her chest, her heart stuttered unevenly against her ribs. Her lips parted and she didnât know what to say or do. Her toes werenât numb anymore. She wasnât cold. There was a silence that filled the space between them as he stared at her and part of her believed if they just never spoke again maybe they could be friends.
âIf some idiot guy canât see how special you are then sâhis loss. Only his loss. Standing up anyone is horrible. Standing you up...someone so pretty, so intelligent, so kind, should be a crime.â The words escaped her. The air in her lungs was gone. âMâalways gonna be there for you,â it felt like a trap to let him say something like that to her. His hand reached up from his side, he brushed the back of his fingers along her cheek. âI donât know what happened, love,â he murmured. âI... I was so worried. And I truly would pity the person that tries t��take you on,â a smile danced at the corner of his lips. It wasnât smug. It was beautiful and melted her further and it wasnât even a full smile. âAnd I was still so worried... I jusâ,â he shook his head. âI think I ran two stoplights,â he admitted. âSâlike a switch flipped, love. Never been so worried âbout anyone like that,â he continued holding her gaze.
She bit her lip and looked at his chest. âAre you fucking with me?â She asked quietly. Her voice defensive but low. Afraid to believe him.
But more afraid to not believe him.
âNo, love. Not even a little... well, jusâ the part âbout taking you on. Sâquite the slap yâgave me,â his smile grew, and he rubbed his cheek as if it really hurt him. Maybe it stung, but she didnât think it really was all that hard.
âBeen like ten years of build up to that.â
He chuckled quietly. âSâall you could muster?â He challenged.
She rolled her eyes. âThank you,â she whispered. Genuinely. It felt weird to say it to Harry. Felt weird to be in such a position. But she couldn't help but feel that she liked it.
âAlways, love. And I meant it. Yâlook beautiful.â
Her heart was doing things that she didn't know Harry could do to her. She blushed, looked at her shoes; her toes numbing in the chilly air. âWell, his loss right?â
âMy gain,â he winked at her and gave her arm a gentle squeeze as he left her side of his car for the driverâs side.
âHave you just been jealous all this time?â She asked as he settled behind the wheel.
âNo,â he rolled his eyes. The silence was companionable. The first time in knowing Harry that it felt anything other than hostile. âMaybe,â he mumbled.
âMaybe?â Her eyes were delighted, and she smiled at him. âYou like me.â
âOh, bite me,â he grumbled. âI do not.â
âYou so like me,â she teased. Her cheeks were warm making her forget about the cold. He didnât say anything. Just the gentle hum of the road filled the car. âFor what itâs worth, I like you too,â she murmured tucking herself to turn sideways in the seat. Her face squished against the back of the warm seat. âProbably more than a lot,â she admitted. âI guess," she took a deep breath, scared to say it, but Harry had called her pretty, intelligent, and kind. She couldn't let that go unnoticed. Her declaration wasn't as pretty as his but she needed to say something. "I think my brain mixed up my emotions. I was... very unhappy that you didnât like me all these years.â
âGod, love, you're ridiculous,â he grabbed her hand without moving his eyes from the road. He squeezed her fingers but it felt tied directly to her heart. âHow could I not like you?"
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you should see the things we do, baby
Description: Remus and Reader decide to take advantage of teasing Sirius, and it leads to a lot more than a dirty dream. (Part 2 to this drabble)
Pairing: Remus Lupin x fem!Reader x Sirius Black (not wolfstar unless you count a few comments from sirius lol)
Warnings: oh boy (18+ only!): p in v, oral (fem receiving), threesome and a trip to paris, big dick!remus, teasing, kind of dom!remus, sirius is shy for once
Word Count: 5.2k words
A/N: this was supposed to be a DRABBLE. also i donât write smut like ever so pls be nice to me
A week had passed, and Siriusâ embarrassment had yet to subside. In fact, it was only made worse as he had two more dreams with a very similar subject matter.
It was terrible. It was exhilarating.
Sirius had never had problems finding someone to satisfy his needs whenever they arose, but dreaming of you caused a whole new slew of problems. It seemed like no matter what he did or who he tried to flirt with, you were still on his mind.
It was made far worse by the fact that Remus knew about his dirty little secret and had been relentlessly teasing him about it. Every chance he got, heâd show you off or pack on the PDA in front of poor Sirius, chuckling into your skin when the usually-suave Sirius would turn pink and need to look away.
Your suspicions in all of this only grew.
You sat with Remus in the bedroom he had at the place he shared with Sirius. So far, youâd only been reading side-by-side, everything being fairly innocent. That is, until an idea popped into your head.
âLove?â
Remus hummed in question.
âWhatâs going on with Siri lately? I know something is up.â
Remus shrugged, not putting his book down. âNot sure, darling.â
You narrowed your eyes, setting your book down on the nightstand. You turned to look at him more fully.
âI donât like when you lie to me.â
He huffed. âDarling, itâs really nothing. You donât need to worry about it.â
âBut I am worried,â you whined. âHeâs been acting so strangely around me lately. I know that you know whatâs happened, too.â
âHow do you know that?â he asked with a soft smile, finally setting his book off to the side.
âBecause I know you, my dear,â you said, nuzzling into his neck. âPlease tell me?â
âI canât, love,â he responded, a hand coming to rest on your back.
You groaned, lifting your face. You set a hand on his thigh, rubbing against his leg softly. You pressed a soft kiss to his jaw.
âBaby, please? Iâll make it worth your while.â
He smirked. âYeah?â
You nodded with an innocent smile, moving your hand up his leg slowly.
âPromise.â
âYou say that like Iâm not the one whoâd have you begging for it in a minute,â he said, voice suddenly low and gravely.
You swallowed, knowing he was right, but unwilling to admit defeat just yet. You merely turned, pouting to yourself as you pulled your hands away. Then, you hid a smirk as a new idea came into your head.
âIâm gonna take a shower,â you said, standing suddenly and moving towards the bathroom door.
You turned on the faucet to let the water heat up, walking back into Remusâ bedroom and straight to his closet. You started undressing, only taking one of his shirts off the hanger for after your shower once you were fully bare in front of him. You hadnât yet turned around, reaching for a towel, but you could feel his eyes on you.
You sent him an innocent smile as you walked past the bed, right back into the bathroom with the door wide open. If he could hide things from you, you figured you could tease him as much as youâd like.
âYou can join me if you want to spill the truth, love,â you called out, turning on the shower head and stepping under the stream.
It was a while before you finally heard him get off the bed, and a smile spread to your face. You heard the curtain open, not bothering to look in his direction.
âDonât even think about coming in here unless youâre going to tell me whatâs happened.â
âDarling. Youâre being unfair.â
âIâm being perfectly fair,â you said, turning to him at last.
You had to admit, it was hard to turn him down when he was stripped down in front of you, asking to get in the shower alongside you. Few things sounded better than getting your hands all over his pretty body under the shower stream. But one of those few things just happened to be knowing that secret the boys were keeping from you. You shook your head at him when he pouted at you.
âAll you have to do is tell me whatâs wrong,â you shrugged nonchalantly.
He swallowed, looking you up and down.
âIf I tell, you have to promise you wonât say anything to Pads.â
You smirked. âWhatever you say, love.â
He hopped in, shutting the curtain behind him with a cheesy grin, pulling you in for a heated kiss immediately. You let him have that, kissing him back, feeling him grow harder against your stomach from the contact. You sucked his lip into your mouth, letting it go with a pop.
âTell me, then we keep going, yeah?â
âSiri had a sex dream about you. Feels real awkward about it, now.â
You raised a brow. âThatâs it?â
He nodded. âBut heâs terribly embarrassed about it. Itâs why heâs been acting like that with you. Doesnât know how to act now.â
âWhy not?â
âWell, speaking from experience, darling,â he started, pressing another kiss to your lips, âonce you get the picture of you all bare and begging in your head, itâs hard to get it out.â
You laughed, shaking your head. âI find it hard to believe Iâd have that strong an effect on anyone. Especially from a dream.â
âYouâd be surprised,â he mumbled, capturing your lips again.
He let his hand trail down your body, rubbing at that little bundle of nerves in the way that made your knees weak instantly. He knew your body better than anyone, and he loved proving it to you over and over again. You tried to get into it, holding onto him tightly, but you found yourself preoccupied with questions.
âWhat is it, baby?â Remus asked against your neck, leaving soft kisses to your skin. âYouâre distracted.â
âJust confused, is all, Rem,â you said, a little breathless from the contact he was making.
He hummed. âWhy? You thinking about what itâd be like getting fucked by Sirius, now?â
You scoffed. âNo. Just wanna know why itâs such a big deal for him.â
âYouâre gorgeous, doll,â he said, letting out a small noise at your hand around his cock. âSurprised it took him this long to realize heâd like a go at you.â
You sighed, a whimper leaving you as his hand moved faster. He was clearly enjoying every bit of this.
âSounds like you like the idea of it,â you quipped.
He chuckled lowly, bucking his hips into your hand. Your head fell against the tile in the shower, though he didnât let you rest for long. He pulled away from your hand, lining himself up with your entrance instead.
âMaybe I do.â
He pushed inside of you, picking you up and pushing you against the shower wall as he rammed his hips into yours.
âMaybe I like the idea of watching you squirm on my cock with Sirius down your throat. Using that pretty mouth of yours,â he groaned into your ear. âLet him get a little preview of what itâs like to be with you in real lifeâ not just in his dreams, yeah?â
You whined, the effect of his words making you plummet towards your climax at a rapid speed. He slapped your clit quickly, making your body jerk.
âYou can pretend you donât like that idea, but I can feel you clenching around me when I talk about it,â he said, looking you in the eye again with a mischievous grin. âNo use lying to me, darling.â
âRemusâŚâ
âWhat, darling? Tell me.â
âFuck,â you whined, head dropping to his shoulder. âMâgonna⌠I-Iâmââ
âI know, baby,â he said, getting a bit out of breath himself as he pounded you into the wall. âYou can let go for me.â
You held onto his shoulders for dear life, coming hard around him, your eyes squeezed shut at the feeling. He didnât let up his pace until he was spilling inside of you, barely holding you up as he did.
âDid so good, love,â he mumbled, kissing your forehead gently. âGood girl.â
You smiled softly, blushing every time he praised you, even after years together. He let you down onto shaky legs.
âThank you, Rem.â
He furrowed his brows with a small smile. âFor what?â
âMaking me come like that,â you said, a little sheepish. âBest one in a while.â
âNaughty girl,â he growled playfully into your ear, nipping at the lobe. âGetting off on the idea of fucking our best friend.â
âRemus,â you groaned, pushing him away a little. âStop it.â
âItâs okay, darling,â he said, brushing a thumb across your cheek. âYou know Iâm just teasing. But if you ever wanted toââ
You raised a brow, unsure how much of this was really a joke. He cracked a smile, rolling his eyes mockingly.
âIâm not going to push you to do anything, but I donât think that Sirius would mind it. I know I wouldnât.â
âSince when have you ever wanted to share me?â
He shrugged, turning to shut off the water that started growing colder. He stepped out, wrapping a towel around his waist, and then tucking you into one as well, helping you out of the shower. He hugged you to his chest, slowly drying you off in his arms.
âI never wanted to before. Then,â he tilted his head, looking at you with stars in his eyes, âhe told me about that dream. Thought it might be fun to share you, just a little. I also thought you might like the idea.â
âWhyâs that?â
âKnow you love to be all filled up,â he smirked. âWhat better way to get you full from both ends than with a friend?â
You laugh, dropping your head on his chest. âYouâre gross.â
âYou love it.â
âI love you. Not so much when youâre being all icky.â
He narrowed his eyes. âYou liked it enough when I was fucking you against the wall, yeah?â
Your cheeks heated up, a shy smile on your face.
âSweet girl,â he cooed. âAlright, Iâm all done, now, my darling. We donât have to talk about it if you donât want to.â
You sighed. âItâs not that I donât want to, I justââ
He paused. âWhat is it, love?â
âI donât even know how weâd, likeâŚâ you groaned. âThis is so weird to even talk about.â
He smiled softly, leaning down to press a delicate kiss against your lips.
âIf you want me to, I can do all the talking,â he whispered. âYou just sit with me and be your usual pretty self. Just so he knows Iâm not screwing with him.â
You looked up at him. âYeah?â
âYeah,â he nodded, voice soft. âWhatever you want, darling. Anything for you.â
You smiled. âAlright.â
âAlright? You want to?â
You nodded, and his smile grew. He kissed you again, then kissed your forehead. Then your cheek. Then your other cheek. Then your jaw, and eventually all over your face until you were a giggling mess.
âOkay,â you surrendered. âOkay, Rem, all done. Come on.â
You took his hand, pulling him back into the bedroom.
âNap first, cause you fucked all my energy out,â you said, an accusatory finger pointed in his direction. He paid no mind, giving you a cocky smirk. âThen dinner, then⌠Weâll talk.â
He nodded. âAlright, princess.â
Sirius sat around most of the day, his nerves inexplicably on edge no matter what he did. He couldnât place why he felt so anxious, but it just kept building. Up until after dinner time, it didnât make any senseâ but then, it started making a lot of sense.
You were all in the living room together once again, in what would normally be a comfortable silence as music played softly. However, Sirius was anything but comfortable.
Once again, you were perched on Remusâ lap, letting him run his hands all over you like nobody else was around. It had become more of a habit over the past week. Though, your teasing smile every time Siri caught your gaze was new.
He flushed each time your eyes met his, giving him a smile or a wink that he was certain he wasnât imagining. It made him horribly nervous that you knew something. It also excited him more than heâd like to admit.
He had committed to not touching himself when he thought of you, and so far he had been true to his promise to himself. But that didnât mean it wasnât absolute torture with how often youâd been occupying his mind. It seemed that every time he tried to⌠be alone with himself, youâd pop into his brain. To put it shortly: he was on edge in every sense of the word.
He tried not to watch you and Remus, knowing Remus was merely teasing him for his dream, but every man has a breaking point.
His came when Remus bit down softly on your neck, and you let out a little whimper. It was horribly close to what heâd imagined in his dreams, and he found his pants growing a bit tight and uncomfortable. It only worsened when he looked up to see your eyes trained on him as Remus attacked your neck with lips and teeth, not bothering to be polite in front of his housemate. You smiled softly, a glimmer in your eye as you locked your gaze on Sirius. It took a great deal of control to look away from you, and he mentally patted himself on the back when he finally did.
âNot enjoying the show, Pads?â Remus asked teasingly.
âShut up,â he grumbled.
âAww,â you cooed. âWhat happened to my sassy Siri? Youâre usually so forward and flirtatious. Why change now?â
His eyes widened, and he looked between you and Remus. You both wore eerily similar smirks, and suddenly he felt his mouth dry up. He leveled his gaze at Remus.
âYou didnât.â
Remus raised his brows. âDidnât what?â
âYou told her, didnât you?â
âShe can be very convincing,â he offered.
Sirius groaned. âYouâre unbelievable. I ask you to keep one secretâŚâ
âCome on, Siri, thereâs no reason to be embarrassed,â you said, adjusting your position in Remusâ lap. âI wonât blame you for having a dream.â
He sighed, not meeting your eye. He shook his head.
âI donât get embarrassed.â
âWhat do you call those red cheeks of yours, then?â you teased.
He turned his glare to you. âNot funny, angel.â
âStill calling me by pet names, though,â you smiled, turning to Remus. âYou wanna ask, now?â
âYou two need to stop this. Itâs not fair,â Sirius shook his head, staring at the both of you, unamused.
âDone teasing, Pads,â Remus said, moving you on his lap to get a better view of his friend. âI have a real question for you, now.â
Sirius looked on, curious but cautious. He raised a brow in question.
âWe were talking earlier, and, well, after that dream of yours,â Remus began.
Sirius cut him off. âRight, Iâm done then.â
He started moving to get out of his seat.
âSit down,â Remus said, furrowing his brow. âJust listen.â
Sirius huffed, plopping back down. He crossed his arms, and you held back a chuckle at his little show of annoyance. You leaned into Remusâ chest as he started talking again.
âWe want to invite you to be with us for the night,â he said plainly.
Sirius gaped for a moment, then quickly shut his mouth, setting his face hard.
âSânot funny, Mooney,â he said, then looked at you with an equally severe look. âAnd I expect better from you.â
Your eyes went a little wider. âWeâre not joking, Siri.â
He looked between the two of you, unsure. His cheeks were tinted red as he tried to formulate a response. You merely quirked a brow, hoping it would settle in for him that you werenât lying. It was taking far too long for your liking, evidently.
âWhat happened to you being all snarky and smooth? Blushing and stumbling over us asking you to come to bed,â you said, shaking your head.
Remus snorted behind you, pressing his face into your neck.
âYouâre one to talk, love,â Sirius retorted quickly. âI couldnât send a wink your way years ago without you going red.â
âSo defensive, Padfoot,â Remus tutted. âIf you donât want toââ
âNo,â Sirius responded, too quickly. âNo, I just⌠If you two are playing some prank on meââ
âWeâre not,â Remus said with finality.
Sirius let out a breath, his gaze lingering on you before he finally nodded.
âYeah. Yeah, okay,â he cleared his throat, throwing on a smirk. âMaybe itâll get those dreams out my head, yeah?â
âMaybe,â you said with a smile. âMaybe itâll make them worse.â
He groaned, rolling his eyes. âDonât know if I can handle that.â
You smiled to yourself, standing and taking Remusâ hand in yours. âCome on, love.â
He stood with you, glued to you as you started walking towards his bedroom, but not before you turned to Sirius and sent him a wink. He raised his brows, unsure if he should get up and follow.
âYouâre supposed to come too, Siri,â you called out behind you.
He nodded to himself, taking in a quick breath as he followed after you both. His heart pounded in his chest as you all stepped into the bedroom. He knew he was still blushing, but couldnât quite stop himself. He never got nervous about sex, but this felt entirely different that anything heâd done before. He rubbed his palms against his pants, trying to appear confident, though he knew he was probably failing miserably.
He watched as you walked up to him, taking his hand and pulling him towards the bed as Remus lingered near the mattress with a self-satisfied smirk on his face.
âDonât be nervous,â you said quietly, instructing him to sit down on the bed.
He watched with wide eyes and a bitten lip as Remus spun you around, kissing you more intensely than Sirius had ever witnessed before. He felt that discomfort in his pants growing again, watching your body fully pressed against Remusâ as you let him explore your mouth until you were entirely breathless. Remus pulled away from you, pressing one last soft peck to your lips.
âJust want to remind you who you belong to before we start this,â he smirked. âGo on, show him what those pretty lips feel like.â
You leaned up, unable to stop yourself from kissing him once more before turning to Siri. You sat on the bed next to him, facing him.
âThis okay?â you asked quietly.
âDefinitely,â he nodded.
You rested one hand on his leg, leaning in slowly until he met you halfway. You nipped at his lip, not quite kissing him, yet. Luckily for you, he took that as a sign to make the first move. You smiled into the kiss: he was clearly desperate as he pressed his lips to yours intensely, scooting closer to you on the mattress. You licked softly at the crease between his lips, slipping your tongue into his mouth when he opened up for you. You felt Remusâ hand stroke through your hair as you let his best friend kiss you deeply. One of your hands moved up to Siriâs jaw, stroking his skin softly.
âThatâs my girl,â Remus said softly, his voice giving away his arousal. âSo good, darling.â
You peeked your eyes open, looking up at him for a moment as you moved your lips to Siriusâ neck. He gave you a soft smile, letting you take full control of the situation, even when he clearly wanted to. You reached up with the hand you had against Siriusâ face to trail up Remusâ leg and towards the noticeable bulge in his pants. He licked his lips, moving his hips a bit closer to you. Sirius sighed softly in your ear when you dragged your teeth against a particularly sensitive spot on his neck.
âCome on, darling,â Remus said, pulling you away from Sirius and up to your feet.
You looked at him expectantly, understanding his impatience more when he started tugging at your top. You let him take it off of you, hearing a hard breath come out of Sirius when he saw that you didnât have anything under the shirt. Remus turned you towards Sirius, pressing open-mouthed kisses all down your neck.
âIsnât she pretty, Pads?â he asked against your skin.
Sirius swallowed, nodding. âVery.â
He leaned back on the mattress, palming the bulge in his pants as he watched your chest rise and fall from Remusâ lips on you. You smirked when Remus trailed his hands up your torso, Siriusâ eyes following every movement carefully, before landing on your breasts. You pushing your hips back into Remus, making him groan softly at the friction against his still-clothed member. You thought it was only fair with how he squeezed at the flesh of your tits, playing with your nipples until you couldnât hold back your noises anymore.
You were breathing heavily, your eyes fluttering open when Remusâ hands started retreating. You looked at Sirius who hadnât pulled his eyes from you the entire time. You reached for him.
âSiri,â you said, pulling his hands to you.
He let his fingertips explore your exposed skin, leaning up to capture one of your nipples between his lips. You whimpered softly at the contact of his wet mouth against your irritated skin, your hand threading through his hair. You only stopped when you felt Siriusâ movements stop, his mouth barely against you as he glanced over your shoulder.
âDamn, Mooney,â he said, eyes wide. âDidnât know you were⌠How was I the womanizer in school?â
You looked behind you, smiling at your now-bare boyfriend in all his glory. You couldnât blame Sirius for being impressedâ He had, by far, the biggest dick youâd ever seen personally. You were practically convinced he wouldnât fit inside of you the first time you saw him.
âI was too busy chasing after this one,â he said, nodding towards you, leaving you blushing. âNot that big, anyways.â
âNot thatâŚâ Sirius started, trailing off. âMate, I canât stop staring. How have you gotten through life like that?â
You snorted a laugh. âAlright, stop staring at my boyfriendâs cock.â
âItâs impressive,â Sirius said simply, raising a brow as he looked on before turning his gaze away and towards your face. âNo wonder youâre always trying to shag.â
You felt Remus behind you, pressing himself fully against your backside. âHelps that sheâs just as impressive.â
Sirius swallowed, suddenly feeling overly dressed as he watched Remus tug your pants down your legs, leaving you in a pair of black panties.
âWait till you feel her mouth, Pads,â Remus said, nipping at your shoulder. He then spoke into your ear. âWhy donât you help him out of those clothes, darling?â
You obliged with a shake of your head and smile. Sirius shot you a cocky smirk as you pulled his sweater over his head.
âStand,â you instructed, to which he quickly obeyed.
You pulled his pants down, smiling to yourself at the tent in his underwear. You tugged those down next, and while he was no Remus size-wise, he was just as pretty. You stared for a moment, tongue wetting your lips subconsciously. As you stood back up, Remus shoved his hand into your panties, making a satisfied noise at how wet youâd become already.
He pulled his hand back up, popping the fingers heâd brushed against you in his mouth. You watched, never not enamored with how bold he got in bed. He smirked at you, then looked at Sirius.
âCare for a taste?â
Sirius nodded quickly. âLove to.â
âLay down for him, darling,â Remus said, pressing a kiss to your cheek.
You quickly climbed onto the bed, laying against the pillows at the headboard. Remus smiled softly at you, his eyes looking you up and down lovingly.
âPretty girl,â he sighed, shaking his head. He sat next to you after a moment, slinging an arm around your shoulder. âAlright, Sirius.â
Remus nodded at the apex of your thighs, expecting Sirius to get to work. Siri gave you a questioning look, to which you nodded with a smile. He crawled between your legs, kissing all the way up your thighs until he reached your panties. He pulled them slowly down your legs, licking his lips at the sight of you before him.
âWow,â he said, breathless. He looked at Remus again, âUnderstand why you always want to shag, too.â
âAnd you havenât even really touched her yet,â Remus said with a light laugh. He kissed you on your forehead. âSee, love? You are entirely irresistible.â
You shook your head, capturing his lips with a hand on his neck. Just in time, too, moaning into his mouth as you felt Sirius dive into your cunt like nothing youâd expected. You gasped again, though Remus shoved his tongue in your mouth to keep you quiet. The only way you could describe what Sirius was doing was that he was not only eating you out, but fully making out with your pussy. You clenched around nothing, writhing under both of their grips on you: Remusâ hands holding your waist and neck, Siriusâ arms wrapped around your legs to keep you open for him.
âFeel good, darling,â Remus asked against your lips.
You nodded with a whine. âYes. Fuck.â
Sirius groaned against you, the vibrations shooting all over you.
âShit, Siri,â you moaned, a hand in his hair. âSo good.â
Remus smiled, shaking his head at you before diving back in to kiss you again, directing your hand to stroke his cock as he did. Between his tongue in your mouth and Siriusâ mouth all over your soaked cunt, it wasnât long before you felt that familiar tension in your stomach start to snap. You cried out against Remus, your whole body shaking as the orgasm ripped through you at a rapid speed. Sirius left soft kisses all over your thighs, pressing one last kiss directly on your clit before he sat up. You opened your eyes, looking at him in a daze. You knew from rumors he was supposed to be good in bed, but you didnât expect him to be quite so talented with his mouth.
You also didnât expect to look down and see him leaking precum as if heâd been the one getting off. You whimpered again at the sight, arousal only building at the fact that he was that excited from going down on you. You started moving your hand slowly again where it rested on your boyfriendâs dick, wanting him to feel good, too, but he had other ideas.
âHands and knees, angel,â he said, kissing your cheek quickly. âLet him see what that pretty mouth can do for him, yeah?â
You nodded, moving to get onto all fours in front of Sirius. You leaned on your elbows, taking him into your hand and stroking him. You looked up, his face already showing obvious signs of his pleasure. You stuck your tongue out, running it terribly slowly over the vein that stuck out on the underside of his cock until you reached the head, pressing a soft kiss just where the precum was leaking out. You licked your lips clean for him, watching as his brows raised, his chest rising and falling a little faster.
âHow is it?â he asked, a little amused at your show.
âTastes like you,â you smirked, taking the entire tip in your mouth, causing a few curses to spill from his lips.
âMy little cumslut,â Remus cooed from behind you. âDonât let her pull off until she swallows, yeah?â
Sirius nodded, breathless as you started bobbing your head faster. âYeah. Yeah, will do.â
You felt Remus slide his head against you, gathering your slick and Siriusâ left-over spit until he slowly started pushing into you. You moaned your appreciation around Sirius, causing him to tense up, his hand finding itâs way to the back of your head.
âJust like that,â he groaned as you wrapped your hand around him, pushing him deeper into your throat with each thrust. âFuck, doll. You do this so well. So good.â
Remus slapped your ass from behind, thrusting into you harder. âManners, baby. He just complimented you, didnât he?â
You pulled off for a moment, hand taking over. âThanks, Siri.â
âYeah,â he said quickly, trying to push himself back into your mouth as quickly as possible.
You smiled to yourself, obliging him. Though, it was becoming a little more difficult to keep pace just right when Remus was more-so pulling you on and off his cock rather than thrusting his hips into you.
You groaned and choked on Sirius, especially as he started fucking into your face. You felt yourself rapidly approaching another orgasm, and Remus seemed to notice.
âCome on, love,â he grunted. âI can feel you. I know you want to come all over my cock. Go ahead.â
You whined again, mouth full, and came crashing down. You were barely able to keep yourself up as both men fucked into you relentlessly, and Remus grabbed you around your middle to help you stay upright.
âJust a bit longer, love,â he said, clearly getting close himself.
âIâm gonnaâŚâ Sirius said, groaning out the words. He looked down at you with his mouth agape and his eyes dark. All it took was you looking back up at him with teary eyes, his cock pumping in and out of your mouth. âFuckâ
His hips stuttered, and he spilled into your mouth. You shut your lips around him, swallowing as much as you could with him still jammed in your throat. He practically whimpered from overstimulation, pulling out of your mouth to let you swallow whatever you couldnât before. He flopped down on the bed in front of you, giving you another smirk before he tossed his arm over his face, coming down from his high.
âAlright, love,â Remus mumbled, pounding into you harder now that you werenât otherwise occupied.
You groaned loudly as he hit that perfect spot inside of you, gasping for breath when you felt a hand toying with your clit. You opened your eyes, seeing it was Sirius who had slipped his hand under your body. He smiled at you, cheeky, especially when he saw your brows knit together. You were getting close again.
âGonna cum inside of you,â your boyfriend said, pressing his face into your neck. âMâclose.â
âPlease,â you begged, though not quite sure to who.
Sirius sped up the work of his hand as Remus spilled inside of you, sending you careening over the edge once again. Your body convulsed under Remusâ larger frame, your arms finally giving out under you. You shut your eyes as it took over your entire being, not opening them again until you felt Remus pulling out of you.
âAww, look at that, Pads,â he said, a smile in his voice. âThink we just about fucked her to sleep.â
You heard Sirius chuckle. âCute.â
Remus pressed a kiss to your shoulder. âIâm going to get a washcloth for you, alright, love?â
You nodded, barely coherent and thoroughly fucked out, still laying on your stomach. Another hand brushed away some stray hair from your forehead.
âFor the record, this is definitely not going to help those dreams of mine,â Sirius said lowly.
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i have a question and sorry if it sounds incoherent. why is it so important to marxists to distinguish that marxism is not âmoralâ or âideologicalâ? i understand that marxism is grounded in historical materialism and that it aims to understand how existing structures and institutions function with the specific goal of abolishing them in favour of a marxist state, but when it comes to understanding how to move forward past capitalism, how can MLs claim that itâs entirely objective and scientific? isnt the fundamental purpose of marxism (abolishing the oppressor class and putting the proletariat in power) a subjective one, given that it to support that you need to believe that abolishing the oppressor class is desirable in the first place? how would ML âscientificallyâ help people decide where the line is drawn on subjects like the death penalty and incarceration if its committed by a communist party (given that the decision that the cost of killing/imprisoning people is worth the boon it would give in establishing a communist state is still based on subjective goals?)
i don't think modern marxists should claim they're not ideological. im sure some do, but imo the correct claim is marxism is not idealist. i think some of this confusion comes from a popperian view of science as "neutral" or "objective" outside of time. how the political economy affects the propagation of ideology and the process of science as practiced in reality is very standard marxist analysis now. some of the claim to objectivity is something that most people claim belongs to their favourite philosophical project see the rawlsian veil of ignorance in liberalism. marx is also writing in a world where theological and religious reasoning have a lot of primacy in philosophy and he is drawing a clean break from that by hewing to scientific characterisation of his methods.
idealism, in the kantian sense is a philosophy that argues that our ideals (about say, fairness, justice etc) inform how we organise society. marxism, as philosophical project develops in response to kant and hegel to argue that the political economic base, ie the productive relations of society actually inform superstructure of ideals. to quote marx in the preface to critique of political economy: "it is not the consciousness of men that determines their existence, but their social existence that determines their consciousness."
for clarity's sake the idea that changes in the mode of production (mostly due to technology) transform the relations of production which is the main driving force of history is historical materialism. the analysis of why existing structures and institutions must be abolished therefore has to be grounded in analysis where such structures are considered variously â unstable, internally contradictory etc. if you view historical materialism as true, your theory of change cannot be that you'll change the world because it is unfair (an idea.) you can view the world as unfair as a marxist and talk about it to propagate the necessity of your project but that doesn't actually give you a blueprint on how to change it.
capitalists are oppressors, but marxism doesn't view the problem in their oppressive or evil natures. capitalist economies demand even the most moral capitalist to exploit the proletariat. but! it is desirable to abolish there class relations not merely because they are unfair and exploitative but because these class relationships cause workers to develop class consciousness, recognise their power and abolish capitalism.
on your specific example, i don't think marxism can or should claim their are no moral dilemmas. historical materialism doesn't assert that there are no conflicting understandings of history. walter benjamin's theses on the philosophy of history is imo good reading here.
so i dont think your concern about why it's important for marxists to believe this makes sense, because this is what marxism is. if you don't find this convincing, you're not a marxist. you could be an anarchist, or a social democrat or a radical liberal.
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