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Do you think you could do somewhere like where the straw hats + doflamingo are really tired after a hard day and reader offers their lap for them to lay on? And they end up falling asleep? Sorry if it's to much to ask, or if you've done something similar đ
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I originally wasn't going to do this, because I don't really write for OP anymore, but sure! Also, Doflamingo will not be included, as I am not up to that point in the anime yet!
OP Strawhats lying on your lap!
Summary: After a long day, you offer to let them rest in your lap!
Warnings: Innuendo on some, mostly fluff, short
Monkey D. Luffy:
"Ugh, I'm so tired!" The captain groaned, wandering below deck after hours of standing very still at the help of the ship. Nami had condemned him to boredom after finding out how much money he blew on food the past week while in port and he had finally finished serving his punishment.
"You look it," You mused with a small smile. You rolled your eyes as he approached you, dramatically swaying. "Oh, c'mere then, before you fall over."
Luffy cheered, collapsing to the floor, head snuggly tucked in your lap, sighing happily. "You're the best..." He purred, already on the verge of drifting off.
Roronoa Zoro:
Zoro had been crabby all day, he was just tired and it was entirely his own fault. That meant it was everyone else's problem. He was currently ranting at Sanji for something silly when you whistled at him and called him over. "I'm not a damn dog! You can't just-" You patted your thigh invitingly. His shoulders slumped and he came over and planted his cheek against your thigh, not caring for who saw.
"You better stop staying up all night working out." You scolded lightly, raking your fingers through his short hair.
"Yeah, yeah..."
Nami:
"They're all just so dumb!" She groaned, pacing the floors. "You have no idea how hard it is being a secretary to these men." You simply nodded and listened, knowing better than to interject during a rant. "Like seriously, you don't wanna know how much Luffy spent on food while we were ported. And I don't mean for all of us, just for himself!"
Eventually, her pacing turned to standing, then sitting beside you, and finally, she found herself lying between your legs, face snuggled into your inner thigh, anger ebbing in exchange for drowsiness.
"Feel better?" You asked softly, petting her tangerine hair gently.
"I guess..."
Usopp:
You entered his workshop, shoulders slumping at the sight. He was slumped over the workbench again, cheek squished to the wooden surface. You rolled your eyes and approached him, nudging him lightly. "Usopp," You whispered so as not to startle him, though ultimately, your caution was for not.
He jumped, scrambling up into a straight sitting position. "(Y-Y/N)! Y-You can't just scare me like that!" You simply snickered and pulled him up and toward the small bed in the corner. "No, I gotta finish this project-"
"I'll let you lay in my lap." You offered with a knowing smile.
"O-Okay!" He smiled sheepishly, following you, collapsing in your lap without hesitation. The moment he stopped shifting, he began to snore again.
Vinsmoke Sanji:
You had watched him bustle around the kitchen all day, refusing any help offered to him. In the back of your mind, you knew, when Sanji crashed, he'd crash hard. As predicted, after the dinner dishes were finished, he made a beeline for you, hugging you tightly. "I'm so tired..." He mumbled into your ear, voice deep and groggy. "What would be the best way to charm you without exhausting any effort?"
"Consider me charmed." You scoffed playfully, pulling him over to the couch in the lounge before patting your thigh. The way he stared at you, you would have thought you'd just asked him to claim you right then and there. His face was red, eyes glued to your thighs. "Behave yourself." You wanted as he dropped to the floor and nuzzled between your plush thighs.
"Yes ma'am!"
Tony Tony Chopper:
It was typical of Chopper to get sleepy earlier than the rest of the crew, frequently curling up with Robin while the adults settled down to enjoy an evening activity together. This night was different only in one way.
"Ha, royal flush!" You laughed, laying your cards on the table and claiming the cash in the middle of it. You nearly yelped when you felt soft fur brush your calf. Looking down, you found the reindeer climbing up on the bench beside you and curling up in your lap.
"Awe..." You cooed on a whisper, shushing the rowdy rest. "Look at him..."
"It seems I've been replaced," Robin mused with a gentle smile. "How tragic."
Nico Robin:
It was known that on especially hard days, she would welcome you into her lap, uttering soothing words or reading silently while threading her long nails through your hair. But tonight was different. You could tell she was upset, despite her cool nature. When you'd finally convinced her to open up, you found that she was having unpleasent dreams involving her past.
"Can't get anything past you, can I?" She laughed sadly, before her brows shot up in surprise as you patted your lap.
"I know I'm probably not as good at this as you are..." You muttered sheepishly. "But..."
To your delight, she laid down, face up in your lap, and allowed you to play with her hair while she read quietly to herself. "You couldn't be more wrong, this is perfect." She sighed blissfully.
Cyborg Franky:
Franky had been in an awfully sour mood lately, totally uncharacteristic of him. After witnessing him get into a small argument with Usopp over a new ship upgrade thew were collaborating on, you knew you had to have a word with him. "Franky, what's your deal lately?" You huffed, hands on your hips.
"No deal," He scoffed, turning away. "What's it to ya?"
"You're acting like Zoro when he misses a nap." Your eyes narrowed sternly. He sighed.
"I ain't been sleepin' well, okay?" He finally admitted sheepishly. You softened, smiling slightly.
"Why didn't you just say so?" You climbed up on a large crate of ale, sitting at the perfect height, patting your lap. "Come take a nap, you'll feel better."
"N-Nah, I'll be good," He shook his head, cheeks a bit pink. After a bit more convincing, he finally sat on the floor, back against the crate, and rested his head in your lap as you brushed the cyan locks from his eyes and removed his shades. "You were right, this is nice..."
Brook:
The ship was eerily quiet today and for the life of you, you couldn't figure out why. Suddenly, it hit you. You hadn't seen or heard Brook all day long. After asking around, you found him in the lounge, staring at the fish. "Brook, you okay?" You asked softly, tilting your head into his view.
"Oh, yes, my dear. Just in thought." He sighed, empty sockets seemingly tracking the tropical fish as they wandered the glass enclosure. "The only I get, the younger my old friends seem." He admitted quietly and your eyes softened.
You weren't entirely sure how long had passed as you sat there with him, watching the fish interact with one another, or when you'd begun to lean into one another. "Brook?" You asked softly, eyes never looking away from the tank. "I can't do much to help but...would you like to lay in my lap?"
"I'd like that very much, my dear." He replied, patiently waiting for you to get into a comfortable position before laying out his lanky form on the sofa between your thighs. "This helps so much more than you know." The pair of you stayed that way for a while until you began to feel skeletal phalanges lightly digging into the meat of your legs. "You know, since you're in such a giving mood..."
"You're done." You deadpanned, pushing him away.
Jinbe:
You had never had much experience with Jinbe, having only known him for a short while, be he seemed to always know when the emotional atmosphere around him had changed. Thanks to this empathy, he noticed immediately when you'd woken up on the wrong side of the bed. "(Y/N)? What's the matter?" He asked, cocking a brow as you stepped below deck.
"Just in a mood..." You grumbled, coldly brushing him off. Ever patient, he simply gave you a warm smile and let you be. As the day wore on, you both found yourself winding down in the lounge. You grumpy day catching up with you, you dozed off, cheek pressed to his shoulder. Smiling fondly, Jinbe repositioned you, delicately resting your head in his lap, large webbed hand very carefully brushing the fringe from your eyes.
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Might I humbly suggest a character, specifically expanding on the impressions nerd who was mentioned earlier?
The class clown, that one person who's always got a way to get a smile out of basically anyone in the class and even people from other classes. And in pursuing an ever-expanding repertoire of bits, they became something of a skill monkey - picked up impressions, ventriloquism, checks various dictionaries to expand their vocab and keep it wide, eventually branching into juggling, balancing acts, sleight of hand, etc.
But they hide two things about themselves.
Firstly, CC's family is actually filthy rich - like Oil Baron kinds of money.
The second thing is that they help out basically everyone in the class in all manner of ways. It's a secret partly because they think the others would take it as pity, partly because they don't wanna become the class fixer, and partly because they feel bad about being really well-off.
Sometimes they mask it by being their goofy, lucky self or making it look like the other person would be doing them a favor ("Hey the drink machine dropped me two lemonades, but I'm watching my sugar intake, take it off my hands will ya MC?" as they give MC his favorite brand of soft drink).
Other times they just make it look like the person with the problem solved it themselves (some mean girl-type from another class stole Emo Girl's phone to find dirt on her, Emo Girl just thinks she lost it, CC swipes it back and leaves in her locker before lunch period is over).
And very rarely, if it can be spinned into something resembling a cartoon gag, they'll just straight up offer to help (someone in the class accidentally got a collection of novelty car plates instead of something important they bought online and are now strapped for cash, and CC just so happens to know that their fifth cousin thrice removed who's filthy rich collects novelty car plates and is willing to pay for them, only there is no cousin, it's CC with a fake Facebook account buying the plates and getting their classmate the cash they need).
By the time the class is well-established heroes, CC has ramped up their helpfulness to actual comedic proportions.
Mostly because the Isekai Powers they got is literally just being a D&D Bard - whatever they're good at they get great at (they used to be somewhat good with a guitar and had musical instrument lessons because Rich Kid, now they're basically a one-person orchestra), they pick up new skills with incredible speed ("I was gonna do a bit about bird mating calls, but I ended up learning bird language in general"), they have a bag that can create whatever mundane or mildly-magical objects is needed at a given time, so long as it's taken out of the bag with enough dramatic flair (like the Prescient Planner feat line from Pathfinder, but it's always "Oh yeah something like that caught my eye on a street stall and I bought it" or "Oh I think I took it off the body of a bandit a few days ago"), they have an uncanny ability to just bullshit on the spot (not even magical, it's just honed from always making split-second jokes), and where everyone else seems to have a Little Guy Radar, CC has a Sixth Sense for when anyone needs a hand.
Football Club kinda misses his sports days? Class Clown learned leatherworking a week ago and just happened to make several balls while practicing, so now FC can teach some village kids the sport. Prep girl is working on something and her familiar is looking for attention like a house cat? CC just so happens to be missing their pet, Snuggles, and whatever creature Prep has as a familiar is close enough. It gets to the point where CC and Class Mom have entered a partnership like that one joke about the Wizard, the Rogue, and the nine pristine human skulls.
What the class isn't entirely aware of is that Class Clown will sometimes just... Leave a letter to MC with some advice on how to improve disguises, or tells him of a problem the party is having, or keeps him updated on where they're headed to next and who's doing what. They don't send the letter anywhere, just writes in a notebook like "I'm just keeping notes so I remember what's what, you know". Everyone is satisfied with that answer, makes sense yeah. And CC does so much everyday, no wonder they'll just leave the notebook wide open all over the place... where the MC can read it and keep updated on how the class is doing whenever he isn't around.
CC agrees with the class at large about bringing MC into the fold of the adventure. They just do it their own way, the kind where they didn't do anything, it was all you, or just a lucky coincidence on my part.
The standard 'entire class gets isekai'd to a fantasy world and the outcast MC is basically discarded' anime setting, where the MC, now assumed dead, decides to instead help the class of Heroes in the shadows, making sure they live up to what the people need.
However, the entire class knows that he's alive and are hellbent on dragging that son of a bitch back into the spotlight and to give him the recognition he deserves.
(And maybe because he was basically the entire class's Little Guyâą.)
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REWRITTEN: Undercover I (Soap x GN!Reader)
undercover masterlist | next (original)
summary; youâre apart of an undercover joint task force between the CIA and MI6, meant to infiltrate Makarovâs ranks. Your mission is thrown out the window when Makarov finds you out, and the 141 takes you in for interrogation after finding you half dead.
A/N: THIS IS REWRITTEN! Iâm rewriting it all, major plot points arenât really changing but I kept rereading my work and I hated it. please enjoy new and improved undercover. 3k words.
[warnings; gore, description of injuries, descriptions of torture, near death experience(s), waterboarding, medical and military inaccuracies. watch out for pov switches.]
Everything fell apart due to the intense lack of communication; something anyone couldâve seen coming from a thousand miles away. Information staying classified, secretâit was a death sentence the second more eyes landed on Him. Maybe the death sentence was written into existence the moment I breathed in the air in that conference room where my teammates sat. Weâre the guys they call for the dirtiest work they need to get done; it isnât something Iâm proud of, of course.. Not when your death has been faked numerous times, stitching together new stories and burying your old ones. To an extent, I wish it wasnât like this, living in a world where this type of work is necessary, but humans are inherently violent and animalistic.
Someone wouldâve started this cycle eventually.
You curate a mask to wear so perfect you find yourself believing your own lie. The shit you make up sticks with you, too. The stuff you end up doing as a result never leaves, either. Imagine making up an entirely new life and living it for years only for a tiny slip up to break the new reality youâve been living. Having to break genuine bonds, having to disappear on people you knew you were using, but sometimes cared about? It hurts more than I like to acknowledge. You get used to the guilt in your gut and the blood coating your hands, the red puddling at your feet. Sometimes, you canât tell whose it is. Yours? Theirs? The innocent kid who got too involved? It all feels the same at the end of the day.
Most people lose themselves in their lies like I said, but not me. I know exactly who I am.
One one hand, Iâm Zhenya Antonenko; one of Makarovâs most trusted right hands. Zhenya, a big brother with an unstable past and a bloody trail following me.
On the other hand, Iâm myself. Just me, myself, and I.
I only have myself, except for my Captain, the only person Iâve properly trusted for a couple of years now; can you blame me when youâve lost so many people to the mission? Whether from discovery leading to death, or legitimately believing the lies youâve been spewing to yourself? Nobody understands having to gun a person down you started out with just to keep yourself safe; keeping the operation safe.. Because the mission comes first.
âWe are what we pretend to be, so we must be careful who we pretend to be.â
â..status?â â...aliveâŠ..â
Searing painâdeep aching pain. Rough, calloused, careless handsâ
â...one of hisâ...â Fuck. That accent; itâs not Russian. Not Slavic at all in general.
Itâs Scottish. What the fuck? Did I fuck up?
Youâre in terrible shape; critical condition. Soap wishes he didnât have to untie you and tend to your wounds; youâre one of his. You deserve the slow, painful death your injuries would bring onto you.
His gloved fingers wedge themselves into the knots of the rope tied around your wrists. Itâs a little slippery; the rope is stained with your blood, either from your wrists due to struggling or any of your pre-existing injuries. Youâre alive, barelyâbut they have to act fast if they wanna keep you alive. Your skin is visibly.. Off; lacking its usual color, maybe. Youâre shivering in the chair, your clothes soaked in freezing water, mixing with the blood already embedded into the fabric. Price is untying the ropes around your ankles.
âAlright,â Price gruffs out, his voice low and rough. âGrab âem. Off to the truck.â
Soap hooks his arms under your armpits as Price grabs your limp legs, both men grunting quietly as they lift you. They shuffle together in tandem, working their way to the truck in the back of the warehouse. The truck is running as Gaz opens the backdoor for Soap and Price to shove you in there. Soap steps up onto the truck and sits in the backseat, dragging your body inside with him. He takes the opportunity to assess your wounds in a surface level manner first. Soap almost grimacesâalmost.
Your lips are parted ever so slightly, the skin chapped and a light layer of dried blood on them, dried so much that it would flake off if you tried to rub them together. The blood is likely from you biting your tongue, or the fact that your top lip on the right side is split open so badly you need stitches, or perhaps from the fact that your nose is broken. The structure of your nose is noticeably out of place and there is blood trailing down your lips and chin, thick and dried droplets down the front of your already ruined shirt. The left side of your jaw, near the hingeâswollen and out of place. Torn, maybe? Broken? Fractured? All possibilities. Your left eye is swollen shut, your left eyebrow split open, too. Like you got your face smashed, but they somehow managed to mostly hit your left side over and over.
âWonder what the bastard had to do to earn all that.â Soap mutters, his voice low with a slight bite to his tone. He leaves you untied; if you woke up, heâs sure youâd immediately slip into shock. Youâre not a threat, not in the state youâre in. Soap watches you struggle to breathe; labored and uneven. It almost is similar to agonal breathing, something the body does in a desperate attempt for a proper source of oxygen. Maybe some of your ribs are broken. His eyeâs trail your abdomenâthe red seems to spread, dribbling onto the seats below your body, slicking his skin. Soap tugs up your shirt, and he swears under his breath from the gaping wounds in your belly, his hands reaching down to apply pressure.
Price is about to comment, catching sight of the stab wounds when Ghost exits the warehouse with a couple of documentsâa laptop, a thumb drive. All items that were left behind. âSeems like they didnât see us cominâ.â Ghost utters, his voice rough as he stuffs the items into a backpack left in the bed of the truck. âMakarov was here.â
You could hear a pin drop in the silence that followed; your struggle to breathe breaking the silence. You gasp, almost like a gurgle, reminding them of their finds; documents, technology, and you.
âŠAm I dead?
Is this Hell? Did Makarov finally end me? ..Itâs funny, really. I thought I wouldâve died fromâ
Oh, welcome back.
I feel heavy as I suddenly come to, like Iâve been drugged. My tongue is dry and heavy in my mouth and it almost feels too big. Tastes like metal.. Blood. I barely manage to lick my lips which I immediately regret, my cotton like tongue swiping over the split in my lip, lighting up my nervesâhowever, I donât have the energy to properly react to the tingling pain. My head feels⊠full, like thereâs pressure. My thoughts are.. Fuzzy, almost. As if thereâs something in my skull, blocking them. My ears are ringing, and fuck, it feels like someone is bashing the inside of my head with a metal baseball bat. Ironic.
I feel so incredibly heavy, my limbs comparable to anvils. The fucking pain crawls up my back and into my nerves as I wriggle my fingers, fuck, fuck! Fuck, fuck fuck fuâ
âTheyâre awake.â Utters a gritty, low voice, borderline baritone; British. I manage to open my right eye as my left.. Is seemingly swollen shut, but I regret it from the corneal pain as I close my eye again, the luminescent light above us burning deep into my eye.
A gloved hand roughly grabs my jaw, which fucking hurts. Something is seriously wrong with my jaw, the ache is fucking terrible feels bone deep. I look up, a looming figure over me. My eye refuses to focus for a moment, but I can tell the guy is wearing a mask, a vestâa rifle. I blink languidly andâoh. In front of me, stands a large man; broad shoulders, stocky. A wide chest, and a pair of eyes that make me wanna curl in on myself. Heâs staring down at me as if Iâm Makarov himself. Big and brown, emptyâŠ
I can tell that he is not a man Makarov has worked with before. Who is he?
I shakily inhale and I shut my eye as his fingers dig into my jaw, causing me more pain and nausea bubbling up from it. Fuck.
âZhenya Antonenko.â His voice is full of venom, deep and gritty. Heâs mocking meâheâs British. I hiss softly as he finally lets go of my jaw, and he holds up my I.D., my fake I.D.. I look at the man in front of me, who is wearing some sort of skull balaclava mask thing. I wanna stay in character, spit or curse or something, but the pain in my mouth is enough to keep me silent as well as the exhaustion. My head tilts forward, my neck incredibly sore and aching. His fingers push under my chin, bringing my head back up. âYouâve worked for Makarov for years, yeah? Makes me wonder what you did to make the man leave you behind.. Bloody and beaten, no doubt.â
I donât respondâof course I donât, thereâs no reason for me to. I gotta keep up my mask, yâknow? It fucking sucks, having to keep the act up, but I donât know what could happen to the operation if I let it slip. Ugh.. maybe I fucked it all up anyway, considering Makarov found me out. The guy in front of me looks like he wants to tear me apart, limb from limb. Huh. I survived Makarovâs torture.. Iâm sure I can survive his.
I want to throw up, despite not having anything in my stomach. My head is reeling and fuck, I just.. Iâm aching so badly. Every sensation is blending together.
My head whips to the side with a blooming, stinging sensation against my cheekâHe slapped me. âPay attention.â The man hissesâSkull-face, I deem him in the moment. I blink and I turn my head to face Skull-face as he walks over to a tray nearby, his boots heavy against the ground. The door behind him opens, my eyes flickering over to it and three more men walk in. Shit.
The first man I see is young, tall; he has dark skin and even darker eyes; brown, I think. Thereâs a small atrophic scar under his eye. His shoulders are wide but nearly as bulky as Skull-faceâs; heâs definitely well built. I watch him cross his arms across his chest. My gaze flickers to the next man that catches my eyeâheâs also tall and built, maybe a bit beefy. Heâs pale with brunette hair and⊠mutton chops? Odd choice.. But alright.. Mutton-chops is leaning against the wall of whatever this room is. His eyes are trained on me like a cat who is hunting. It makes me shudder a little bit. The last guy I see; a bit shorter than the others, but he isnât lacking any muscle. Thick forearms, for sure. Heâs pale, brown hair and blue eyes, mohawk. Pfft, mohawk.. Who has a mohawk these days?
I flinch as Skull-face pats my jaw to get me to pay attention, making me hiss as he purposely chooses the bad side. God, it has to be swollen by this point.
I can barely think.. Jesus.
âIâm only repeatinâ myself once, yâhear? Youâll know what Hell truly feels like, you only got a taste with Makarov.â Skull-face threatens. I swallow harshly; I canât afford another beating, or whatever this fucker has planned in case I donât follow the rules. I already feel so light headed and dizzy. Hesitantly. I nod as a response instead of using words. âWhy donât yâtell us what Makarov was doinâ in that warehouse, hm?â He utters, glancing over to a tray and picking up a few papersâthe text that I can make out, they look vaguely familiar. Mustâve been documents they grabbed from the warehouse. I wheeze a little, wincing, my chest spasming. Fuck.
He waits for a response. I swallow again, my eye fluttering as I utter out, âI took an oath.â Weakly. I feel a bead of sweat drop down from my temple, down the side of my face. Iâm sweating from pain, that deep ache in my ribs, in my jawâeverywhere, honestly. I donât know what doesnât hurt by this point. âAn oath.â Skull-face murmurs, almost as if heâs amused but I hear no humor in his tone. He walks closer towards me as he sifts through the documents in his gloved hands. âAn oath for a terrorist.â
I see the way his eye twitches when he looks at me; to be fair, all I can see is his eyes but folks say the eyes are the road to the soul, right? And what his eyes are telling me right now is that heâs holding himself back from wrecking my shit further. I glance away for a moment, but he shoves the documents in front of my face, all typed up in Russian. âYâknow what this is?â
My eyes scan the paper, recognizing itââItâs Makarovâs plans, his plans on how he will slaughter entire cities with the biological weapons heâs trying to get his bloody hands on.â Skull-face gruffs out. His throat is tight, I can tell heâs furious.
I know what the plan isâIâve read those exact papers several times myself. Iâm more shocked by the fact that they know that he was searching to get his hands on weapons like that in the first place. My head buzzes as I shift my eyes to Skull-face, who is staring at me as if heâs expecting an answer out of me.
I swear to God my vision whites out when he lifts my fucking shirt and opens the shitty stitches across my stomachâ
Hot liquid spills from my belly and immediately soaks the spandex of the waist band to my pants, choking and wheezy noises leave my throat as I reel from the fucking pain. God, the pain.. My eyesight blurs back into colors, but no focus yet. I gasp quietly, trying to get a hold on my pain. However, Skull-face doesnât give me a chance as he viciously grabs my jaw again, squeezing so harshly my lips part and my jaw feels like itâs being ripped out of its hinges. âMy deal is simple. Fill in the obviously missinâ gaps, anâ weâll let the medics work on ya.â
I try to get a steady breathing pace again, breathing through the pain. I close my eye, my throat bobbing as I swallow. âI have nothing to say to you.â
Someone grunts and walks towards meâmore like stomps towards me, so I naturally open my unswollen eye only to see Mohawk seething in front of me. âYâdont seem to understand the situation yer in. Do you understand that you fell for a trap?â
Mohawk grabs the front of my soaked shirtâtears, blood, water and whatever elseâas he barks in front of my face. I struggle to focus on his faceârugged and young, sporting some light stubble with an atrophic scar across his chin. His jaw is strong and so is his nose. His eyesâblue and fierce.
He wants to kill me. I can tell. I donât blame him.
I wince as he tugs on the front of my shirt, peeling it from the open wound on my stomach. I feel sick. âMakarov does not care for you!â Tell me something I donât know..
Iâve known that since the beginning. He doesnât care for anyone, not really. We were always just pawns to him. Everyone is.
I mustâve spaced out again because I snap back to reality when something squeaky is rolled into the room. I lift my headâoh fuck. Mutton-chops has a big bowl of water on a cart, wheeling it closer. âI told ya, I wouldnât repeat myself.â Skull-face gruffs out and my heart drops to my fucking stomach, my eyes widening. Someone mustâve noticed the change in me because I hear someone laugh. My leg kicks out instinctively when the cart is rolled closerâThat one guy, the basic dude, scar on his cheek, his hands shoot out and hold down my leg.
I barely get enough time to react before a hand is grabbing a chunk of my hair and forcing my face into the water. I struggle against my binds, against the hands on me, against the fucking bowl of water thatâs against my face. I fight and fight, my wrists screaming for relief as I give myself rope burn because Iâm fucking drowning, Iâm fucking drowning, Iâm gonna die and itâs all going to be for nothingâ
My head is ripped out of water, making me gasp and choke, spitting out water that I inhaled. The dread from the feeling of drowning remains as I sputter and wheeze, the water running down my face and neck, soaking the neckline of my already damp shirt.
Fuck, Iâm gonna die. Iâm gonna fucking die.
I keep gasping for air, trying to level out my breathing. I feel exhausted, all of the fight in my soul having already left my body. My limbs feel heavy, like thereâs weights tied to them like before. My vision is blurry as I lift my head, looking at the three men in front of me. I have to bite back an angry laugh because I know theyâre just going to stand there and watch me die. Maybe theyâll resuscitate me like Makarov didâjust to remind me how much power they have over me right now.
Makarov.. He held me under the ice cold water until I passed out. I donât know what happened after that, I donât know how long he left me like that or if he left me like that at all. All I remember is being on my back on the cold concrete below me, my hands remaining tied behind my back as I sputtered water out of my throat and nearly inhaling it back in.
He did it more than once to me. I donât know how many times. Maybe itâs the brain damage making me forget.
Fuck. I donât know. I just donât fucking know.
My head falls forward as my vision is filled with black dots, and thenâIâm out, water dripping off of my chin and face, my pants wet with my blood from my stomach.
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Be My Baby
Nanami Kento x Black plus size reader
(I was kinda inspired by the song to do this)
It was one of those rare afternoons when Kento worked from home, his neatly organized desk covered with papers and spreadsheets. You had tiptoed around the house all morning, knowing how seriously he took his work. But the quiet was suffocating by lunchtime, and you couldnât take it anymore.
Humming to yourself, you fiddled with your speaker, scrolling through your playlist until you found the perfect song. A smile spread across your face as the first notes began to play, the unmistakable rhythm of the drums echoing through the living room.
The night we met, I knew I needed you sooooo
The lyrics filled the air, and you couldnât resist. Twirling around in your oversized t-shirt and shorts, you danced across the room, your curls bouncing as you sang along.
Kento, seated at the dining table just a few feet away, paused mid-typing. His brow furrowed, and he glanced over his shoulder, his gaze landing on you spinning like you didnât have a care in the world.
And if I had the chance, I'd never let you go
Your voice was slightly off-key, but it didnât matter. You clutched an invisible microphone in your hands, dramatically lip-syncing the next line.
So wonât you say you love me? Iâll make you so proud of me
âY/N,â Kento called, his tone exasperated but soft.
You ignored him, swaying closer until you were right in front of him. With a playful grin, you grabbed his hand and tugged. âCâmon, Kento! Just one dance!â
âAbsolutely not,â he replied, though the smallest smile tugged at the corner of his lips.
Weâll make 'em turn their heads every place we go
As the beat picked up, you grabbed both his hands, encouraging him to sway with you. His movements were stiff at first, but as your giggles filled the air, Kento let himself relax.
âThere you go!â you cheered, beaming up at him.
For a moment, he forgot about the spreadsheets and the endless emails waiting for him. Watching you laugh and spin, your joy lighting up the entire room, Kento couldnât help but chuckle. He gave in, pulling you close and twirling you with surprising grace.
So wonât you please (Be my, be my baby) Be my little baby
You threw your head back against him, laughing and pointing your finger toward the ceiling in time with the lyrics. Kento chuckled low in his throat, a sound that made your stomach flip.
(My one and only baby) Say youâll be my darling
As the song crooned on, you leaned into him fully, letting his strong arms steady you as you exaggerated your hip sways, laughing each time he grumbled about being dragged into your âantics.â
(Be my, be my baby) Be my baby now
By the time the second verse began, you were twirling away from him again, clapping and dramatically acting out every word.
Iâll make you happy, baby, just wait and see
You paused mid-step, turning toward him with your hands on your hips and a playful pout. âCâmon, Kento, I know you wanna sing this part with me!â
Kento raised a brow. âAbsolutely not.â
âOh, youâre no fun!â you groaned, grabbing his hand and pulling him into another spin.
For every kiss you give me, Iâll give you three
âKeep pulling me like that, and youâre going to trip over yourself,â he muttered, his hand tightening on yours.
Oh, since the day I saw you, I have been waiting for you
You ignored him, twirling dramatically, the hem of your oversized t-shirt flying up slightly. Kento caught the flash of skin at your waist and immediately steadied you with both hands, muttering under his breath about how reckless you were.
You know I will adore you 'til eternity
Your laughter bubbled up again, the sound sweeter than the song itself.
When the chorus repeated, Kento surprised you.
Without a word, he pulled you flush against him, holding your body close to his as he swayed lightly to the beat. You gasped, then giggled, looking up at him with wide eyes. âKento!â
âWhat?â he replied, his expression soft as his hands rested on the plush curve of your hips. âYou wanted me to dance, didnât you?â
The warmth of his voice sent a shiver down your spine, and for a moment, you stopped moving. His fingers gently trailed up your sides, his palms brushing over your soft waist. âKeep going,â he murmured.
Your grin returned in full force as the music swelled.
So wonât you please (Be my, be my baby) Be my little baby
You finished the song nestled against his chest, his steady movements guiding yours. When the music faded, you turned to look up at him, your breath still coming in quick bursts from all the dancing.
âThat wasnât so bad, right?â you asked cheekily, resting your hands on his chest.
Kento's lips curved into a small smile. âIf it makes you happy, itâs worth it.â
Your heart melted at his words, and you leaned up to kiss him, your soft lips meeting his in a way that made his arms tighten around your waist.
âBest dance partner ever,â you whispered.
âDonât push it,â he teased, but the warmth in his gaze said otherwise.
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⯠MAKE HER TAP OUT âŻ
⯠synopsis â jaehyun, your enemy, challenges you and sees how long you can hold off being edged.
⯠warning â smut, enemies to friends with benefits, college setting, edging, overstim, squirting (all f!receiving)
you were perch against a tree in the middle of campus, a large textbook laid out in your lap. your face was a picture of stress with the way your eyebrows furrowed and your nose was slightly scrunched.
"having trouble?" an annoyingly smooth voice rang out, pulling you out of your deep state of concentration. a shadow of a tall but sculpted figure was casted a shadow on your and your books. if this wasn't going to make you go insane, he would.
rolling your eyes, you looked up at home. jeong jaehyun. the most annoying person on campus. or should i say on earth. you two went to high school together but he never really acted like this. he was actually on the shier side, only have up to 3 friends. but now that he's gotten into college, he tries to act like he's been this way forever.
yes, people can change. but you didn't really expect it to be jaehyun. you excepted him to be a nicer and kinder person but this.. this was bullshit. you should've stuck with your gut feeling and just kept yourself trapped inside of your dorm room all day.
"i'm perfectly fine," your voice was monotoned and laced with annoyance; it made him chuckle. "why do you hate me so much, baby?" you weren't gonna lie and say that him calling you that didn't make you feel some type of way. regardless, you wasted no time to give a response, "maybe because you're an asshole."
you roughly closed your text book and picked up the rest of your supplies, stuffing it all in your bag. jaehyun looked around at the other people in the park, "you don't have to be so loud, you know? it was just a question." he looked back down at you. you got up, throwing your bag over your shoulder. "yeah, well, regardless of how i say it, you're still an asshole."
"maybe i'm not an asshole. maybe you just think i am." he said, trying to match your quick pace. "why are you following me?" you said, now walking down the empty and concrete path you take to get to your dorm.
completely ignoring your question, he brought up something that made you want to snap his body in half. "or maybe you're just mad that i won that scholarship and you didn't." you stopped in your tracks. he stopped just a couple feet behind you.
you turned around, "yes, that is why i'm angry. your family is rich that you could buy my entire bloodline. and that scholarship was the only i could afford to come here! this is one of the most prestigious schools in the world and i could've had a full ride if it wasn't for you. now my family is in life long debt and if i don't become successful then i'm done for." you threw my hands up and brought them back down, softly hitting your plush thighs.
he sighed, always feeling bad about stealing that from you. "now, please leave me alone so i can become successful and save my family." you turned back around and continued walking. but you came to a halt again as you heard jaehyun speak. turning back around, you saw him walk closer. "i'll pay it off. all of it." his hands in his pockets.
you wanted to tell him off and tell him that you didn't need his sympathy money. but in reality, you did. you needed all the money you could get. "only if you can do one thing." and there's the catch. part of you knew it was too good to be true. "uh-huh." you mumbled.
he stepped forward, hovering over you. "i wanna edge you, see how long you can. and if you last longer than my timer.. then, yeah, i'll pay it off. but if you tap out before then.. bye bye money." his voice was low and cold. you could tell he meant it.
your face shifted into disgust, shaking your head. "fuck you, jeong jaehyun." you said before walking off to your dorm room. he watched you walk. walked the way your hips swayed and the way your hair slightly bounced as you did. he knew if he were in front of you, he'd get to see your round tits bounce as well.
it's been hours since that interaction with jaehyun. you sat at your desk, working on your math when you got a call. it was your mom. "hi, sweetie," her sweet voice sounded. "hi, mom." a smile beamed across your face.
you heard a heavy sigh come through the speaker of the phone. uh oh. that's not good. "is everything ok?" you asked. "well, your father and i would lie to you and say it is but, it's not. honey, you're gonna have to come home after this semester. we can't keep taking out loans from the bank. we are so sorry." your moms voice was shaky and she was hesitant to speak.
you pursed your lips in order to try and hold back some of the tears that wanted to fall. you sniffled before speaking, "it's ok. i understand. t-thank you for telling me..?" you didn't know what else to say.
after your mom hung up and you wiped your tears, you remembered what that giant pervert said. how hard could it be to last a couple minutes being edged? you sighed, can't believe you were actually about to do this.
you quickly walked out the door, going down the single suites downstairs. this is what you could've had if jaehyun hadn't have stolen this from you. "hey, hey, do you know where jeong jaehyun stays by any chance?" you asked one of the boys on the hall.
"last door to your left." he said. you quickly thanked you, almost sprinting down the hallway. as you got there, his door was decorated with blue stickers. you rolled your eyes at how childish the stickers were. you took a deep breath before knocking, trying to not think about.knowing if you thought about it, you would've ended up back in your dorm room and packing.
about 10 seconds later, the door opened to a wait haired and shirtless jaehyun. he smiled. you huffed, pushing him into his room and closing the door. "look what the cat dragged in," he smirked with a cocky laugh.
"are we gonna do this or what?" you were impatient. not to be touched by jaehyun but to just live a life where you don't have to live in debt and where it's not eating you and your family alive.
"someone's eager." he ran a hand through his hair. you crossed your arms and your head fell back. he licked his lips looking at you before grabbing his phone. "c'mere." he gestured. you walked over to him, looking at a spiny wheel on his phone. each section had a different number from .30-5 hours. you tapped the middle to spin with furrowed eyebrows.
it stopped on two and jaehyun nodded with a smile. "i'm confused, what does this mean?" you looked up at him. "2 hours. that's how long you belong to me, doll."
"2 hours? what!? and what do you mean by "belong to you"!?" you exclaimed loudly. he threw his hands up, "you work for what you deserve." you huffed before inhaling, ready to finally tell him off but before you could do that he pick you up, throwing you over his shoulder as if you were a sack, "yeah, yeah. i've heard enough of you running your mouth today. how about we hear some of those pretty moans instead." he entered his bedroom, closing the door. setting you down on the bed, and standing in front of you, you started your shit again. he was so tired of it.
"oh, you are such a pervert." you bit back at him. he quickly shut you up by pushing you backwards on his bed. a small shriek rang through jaehyun's ears after action. you sat up on your elbows. "i'm gonna take these off, okay?" his voice was softer, changing the whole mood from tense to calm. you nodded, not even hesitating. you laid back down fully, not even wanting to watch.
jaehyun slid down your shorts and your underwear in one swift motion. you felt so bare, your face heating up and your eyes widening. it went silent after the clothes hit the ground. sitting up, you saw jaehyun staring at your pussy in awe. he bit his lip before looking up at you with a smirk. "you're so wet, baby." he cooed before taking two fingers and running them through your folds. you hissed, your reaction making jaehyun's dick grow harder.
"i can't believe i have finally have you to myself." finally..? your face had confusion written all over it but since jaehyun had already started the timer, you didn't wanna annoy him anymore. he would've probably been an asshole again and add more time if you did.
"ready?" he asked, teasing your tight hole with two fingers. "yes," you squeaked out. he immediately, but slowly, stuck his fingers into your leaking cunt. a stunted groan echoed in the room. he curled his fingers, while quickly pumping them in and out of you. you furrowed your eyebrows and opened your mouth to moan but nothing came out for a second. that was until his long fingers brushed that sensitive spot in your pussy. you moaned loudly, now letting them flow out. his cold rings pressed against your clit, making you shudder but also bringing you closers as they gentle rubbed against it.
"j-jaehyun," you cried out. the sound of your wet pussy being finger fucked echoed throughout the room. "fuck!" you shrieked as you felt yourself about to cum. he saw the way your legs started to close are his arm and how your pussy did the same around his fingers.
he couldn't have that. he wouldn't. he quickly pulled them out before you could cum. a small whine left your lips. you tried to rely on rubbing your thighs together to get off. "good girl. good job letting me know how your gorgeous body works." he stroked the inside your thigh, trying to calm you down a bit before he got back at it. maybe he's not much of an asshole as you though.. still sj assume though.
you didn't hear when he dropped to his knees. all you could focus on the small twitches of your walls and you involuntarily clench around nothing. that was until you noticed warm air blowing on your pussy. before you could even lift your head an inch, a long stripe was licked up your pussy. jaehyun's tongue was flat. his hands gripped your thighs to stop you from moving your legs.
"ah, shit." you whimpered. you pulled up your shirt, and started to softly pinch your nipples. you were doing even more damage to yourself but you couldn't help it. you moaned as receiving pleasure from two different parts of your body. sure, you've played with your pussy and nipples at the same time but having someone eat you like this while you pinch your sensitive buds made it feel so much better.
you hand reached down to grab his hair. he was slurping up your juices so loud, like he was trying to quench his thirst. he shook his head into you cunt softly. you couldn't stop the lewd noises that came from your pussy and your mouth.
jaehyun was so into it. he couldn't care less if you came right now or not. he wanted to taste your cum so bad. but he knew to not let you go this easily. he wanted to work you up and break you back down over and over and over again until your body was shaking underneath him. until your body was like jello. he wanted to see you shattered. he wanted to make you tap out just to get him to stop.
he groaned into your pussy at how good you taste, "holy, fuck." he pulled away from your puffy pussy to mutter. your pussy was so wet and sticky since was covered in your juices and his spit. all thanks to him.
he drove right back in, not wanting to pull away from it again. his tongue fucked into you so deeply and when he softly nibbled or sucked on your clit, it drove you up the wall. "ah, fuck. jaehyun.." yoh legs started to close again making him pull back. you let out a groan, your high slowly faded away again.
that's how it was for next hour and a half. he would do anything and everything to push you close to the edge and pull you right back. he fingers you multiple times, sucked your tits and even used a vibrator he bought an hour before you even showed up, just knowing you were coming.
you body was shaking as jaehyun was back at eating you out. your body shook with every slurp, feeling his now warm rings at the rim of your hole. "jaehyun.. i cant do it anymore. it's too much for me," he staggered out. tears were flowing out of your eyes from some many rejects.
"come on, baby. i know you can do it." he tried to encourage you but it wasn't enough. your legs were too weak to tighten around his head. your hand left his hair to hold on to the covers that were soaked at the end from all your juices. but they're about to be soaked even more.
your core started to tighten but in a different way. it felt like you were gonna piss on yourself. "jaehyun.." you squeaked out which he hummed to. "jaehyun!" that's when hit the bed three times, tapping out. it was kinda of too late since the moment you tapped out, you squirted. it covered the bottoms of your thighs, the bed, and on jaehyun's chest and the bottom of his face and neck. you could hear the faint sound of your arousal dripping on the floor.
jaehyun licked his lips before smiling. embarrassment flooded your body as you thought you just pissed on him. "you just fucking squirted." he sounded amazed. which he was. he'd never made a girl squirt before. and him doing this, this was like an accomplishment. he chuckled a bit.
when you found out you just squirted, you felt relieved. but suddenly, you felt dread. you basically came before the timer. you wanted to sit up and say something but your body wouldn't allow you. jaehyun stood up and looked at your body. "oh, you look so beautiful, baby." he rubbed your thigh.
"look at this mess you made." he said gesturing towards his body. his abs were covered in your juices. you held back the whimper in your throat. even though your body felt like you couldn't even look around just using your eyes, you wanted to fuck jaehyun. you don't care if you have to tap out in the first second.. you wanted to feel him inside of you.
"fuck me." you whispered quietly. jaehyun didn't let you see the shock that went through his body. he thought you'd had enough and to be honest, he was going to let you rest for the rest of the week. knowing damn well you need it.
jaehyun's shorts weren't on for much longer. his cock was now stuffed deep inside of your swollen and abused cunt. you let out a strangled moan as his hips rubbed against your pussy clit. your hands wrapped around his neck. he moved quite slow at first until you asked him to go faster. he waited for you to say that. his hips snaps forward, his abs contracting with each thrust.
by the end of the night, or early morning, you were burned out. completely. jaehyun had to help you bathe and get back into your clothes. he laid you on the couch while he changed the soaking bedsheets. he brought you back into bed, laying next to you.
"don't worry. i was going to pay it regardless. and i know i'm a big pervert. but i'm a big pervert with a crush on you." he whispered as you had finally fell asleep, playing with your hair.
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Sugar & Spicy Books Chapter 6
Summary: Y/N is an accomplished writer who is newly divorced, and out of fear of the unknown, moves back to her small hometown she swore sheâd never come back to. She comes across her best friend that never left, who helps her out of a tough spot. Will old feelings arise? Or is she just too big for such a small place now?
Warnings: language, smut
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A couple of months later Y/N finished the new book. Bucky wanted to give her as much material to work with as possible, at least, thatâs the excuse he used as he fucked her almost daily. âIâm just making up for lost time,â heâd say with a smirk. She had never felt so loved, both physically and emotionally, in her entire life, and felt like writing from her point of view, with a few dramatizations littered into the story to make it more than just porn with slight plot, was a fun challenge. Her agent sent it off to the editor, who loved it, and after a couple of rounds of editing changes it was ready to be sent off to the publisher. She had let Bucky read the versions as well, though more often than not he didnât get past the sex scenes without coming to her to help with his hard on.
Her agent and team did some awesome marketing for the book, and on drop day she watched the numbers climb online of book sales. They all celebrated, Bucky inviting Sam and Steve back into town at Winnieâs house, with he and Autumn getting her a cake for the launch and partying well into the night with everybody she loved. The book quickly made it to the New York Times Best Seller list, making it her fourth time. She felt like she was walking on air, back in her element, until she got a letter a couple of weeks later.
âWhatâs that?â Bucky asked.
Y/N was frowning at the letter, then rolled her eyes and handed it to him to read. âA cease and desist letter,â she huffed. âAnd an intention to sue for defamation.â
âWhat?â Bucky frowned, taking the letter and reading it. He saw the name on the letter and rolled his eyes as well. âSeriously? The ex husband?â
Y/N sighed and shrugged. âIâm gonna call my lawyer,â she said. Bucky read the letter again as Y/N called her lawyer and had a long discussion. By the time she got off the phone she was exhausted, and Bucky had already finished making dinner. âHey, Sugar, Iâm sorry that took so long,â she said, trudging into the kitchen and helping grab the dishes and setting them on the table, helping Autumn get her homework off the table.
âWhat did the lawyer say?â he asked, bringing the food over.
âShe says he has no case,â Y/N said, going and getting water for them all. âBut of course now I have to go through the whole process to get it dismissed.â
âWho has no case?â Autumn piped up.
âNo one, pumpkin, donât you worry about it,â Y/N quickly said, cupping her face and kissing her forehead. âJust a few grown ups with grown up problems.â
âI donât wanna be a grown up,â Autumn said with a frown.
âThatâs the way to be,â Bucky smirked. âNever grow up. Fuck being an adult.â
âYeah! Fuck it!â Autumn cheered.
âBuck!â Y/N slapped his arm as he laughed at Autumn. She turned to Autumn. âIf you donât want to be a grown up then you donât get to use grown up words, little miss!â
âAw,â Autumn whined. âThatâs not fair.â
They had dinner together, talking about their days and other things, but Bucky kept glancing at Y/N with a slightly worried look. She knew he was stressing for her, and so after dinner and bedtime rituals she walked up behind him and hugged him around his waist as he finished getting ready for bed in the bathroom.
âMmh, hey honey,â he said, squeezing her arms on his stomach.
âHey Sugar,â she greeted him quietly. âYou okay?â
Bucky turned in her arms to face her, leaning against the sink and hugging her back. âAre you okay?â he asked, leaning his forehead against hers.
âIâll be fine,â Y/N shook her head. âHeâs just being an ass. But hey, you got your wish, right?â
âWhat wish?â Bucky frowned.
âHe obviously read it,â Y/N smirked. âAnd he got butt hurt that Iâm happy. With you.â
Bucky scoffed, fighting back a wide smile. âYeah, but I didnât think heâd try to fucking sue you, the bastard.â
âThis is nothing new, Sugar,â Y/N said, kissing the tip of his nose. âThe names and cities and similarities are so vague or changed that heâs basically outed himself to the world. Which of course he didnât think of, so he just embarrassed himself even more.â
Bucky sputtered as he laughed, covering his mouth so as not to wake up Autumn. âJesus Christ, what a dipshit,â he said. âWell, his loss is my gain.â
Y/N smiled widely at him. âYouâre sweet.â
Bucky smirked. âI am your Sugar.â He leaned down and kissed her passionately, nipping at her bottom lip.
âMmh, more like spice,â Y/N hummed.
âWe could recreate some spice,â he said suggestively.
***
Thankfully Y/N didnât have to do much when it came to the lawsuit. Y/N showed up with her lawyer back in New York, and when it was presented to the judge he laughed in Raphaelâs face, dismissing it quickly. Y/N didnât even acknowledge Raf as she walked out, heading to her first stop on her book tour. She was sad to leave Woodstock and everything behind for a while, but it was part of the process for marketing the book and getting it out there.
She walked into the bookshop with her agent, being greeted by the owner and the event coordinator, before being shuffled off to the side for a short reading and then a book signing. There was already a good turnout, and she smiled at all the faces as she sat in front of everyone and read a short portion of the book. When she started the signing she put on her polite smile and tried her best to engage with the fans who had come out. As much as she appreciated them, she still didnât consider herself very outgoing, and knew that she had to power through for just another hour or two before she could go back to the hotel and relax.
Y/N turned in her chair, saying goodbye to a fan before looking up and gasping. âBucky? Autumn? What are you doing here?â she smiled widely.
Autumn squealed and rounded the table, giving her a big hug. âWeâre here to see you!â she exclaimed. âAre you surprised?â
âOh definitely,â Y/N hugged her back tightly. She turned to Bucky, who was smirking at her. âYouâre sneaky,â she narrowed her eyes at him, returning his teasing smirk.
âI can be,â he said, then leaned over the table, Y/N meeting him halfway and kissing him. She was mildly aware of a bunch of cameras going off as they kissed, but didnât think much of it at the moment. âMmh, missed you,â Bucky whispered.
âMissed you,â she whispered back.
âSign it!â Autumn said, rounding the table again and standing next to Bucky, opening the copy of her book she gave Bucky a week prior.
âYes maâam,â Y/N chuckled, quickly signing it with a short message to Bucky, then closing it. âAre you guys leaving, orâŠ?â
âWeâre going to meet you at the hotel,â Bucky said quietly. âSpend the night in the city then head back home tomorrow.â
âOkay,â she smiled happily. âIâll see you soon.â
âLove you,â he smiled.
âLove you!â Autumn nearly yelled, giving her the âI love youâ sign in sign language as Bucky pulled her away holding the book.
âLove you!â Y/N said and did it back to her. She watched them leave before greeting the next person.
âIâm sorry, um, is thatâŠis the male romantic character based off of him?â the girl asked, eyeing Bucky and Autumn as they left.
Y/N smirked. âYeah,â she said. âBut donât tell anybody.â
The girl smiled and nodded.
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I was just thinking about the Riordanverse and, man, Percy Jackson is such a versatile character
Like, he's the main character of the first saga and he's funny and smarter than he lets on and VERY vocal about his gruffs with the system and his willingness to change it, and his fatal flaw is loyalty which makes him simultaneously very kind and very rightfully angry all the time
Then you go to The Lost Hero where he is (narratively speaking) Annabeth's dead wifeâą, haunting the narrative and leaving a bleeding hole in his absence
Then he gets reintroduced again but, for the first time ever, he has to share the spotlight and, guess what? He's amazing from that perspective too! He works so well as a friend and a brother-in-arms and a lover and a victim and an unwilling symbol of the pinacle of accomplishment in this world and a humble guy who refuses power at every turn to remain loyal to his humble origins and you just wanna see him interact with everyone and see what people he brings up and which he brings down. A perspective on his character that is, in my opinion, only more highlighted by his role on the Greek-Egypt crossover books where he bounces off the Kane siblings and Annabeth amazingly once again.
AND THEN you get him as a background character in Magnus Chase. Funny story: I read the Nordic saga before the Greek one. As a reader without knowledge of Percy Jackson, he was a funny and intriguing character. As a rereader after getting my hands on Percy Jackson, he is a great cameo that stays in-character throughout.
AND THEN on The Trials of Apollo you get him AGAIN on a NEW perspective as a supporting character and I'm still halfway through this saga but the stretch I've read on him is once again fresh and exasperated while carrying the looming presence of Who He Has Been and Who He Can Be if the narrative calls him
Like, I've seriously never seen a character that has played so many different roles and has played them all so well across his entire franchise. Few characters do it like Percy Jackson, staying so interesting in so many ways
#riordanverse#rick riordan#percy jackson#percy jackon and the olympians#heroes of olympus#trials of apollo#kane chronicles#magnus chase
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Indeed and I fear that is unfortunately a real part of the problem when social media take over and they spread that which is another reason why I have had enough with all the versions of "retelling" that twist the myths beyond recognition in the name of "creativity" because honestly being creative is one thing but twisting it beyond recognition is another and unfortunately masses do not see the difference and many things like that spread like a wild fire. I agree they either never read the Odyssey or they are so drawn in their fantasy that they read the most inaccurate "translations" ever and they just call it a day!
Oh I definitely recommend it! It is much better than anything ever made (and I loved the 1968 version which was arguably 90% accurate to the book). Personally it is my favorite book of all time! Also glad to provide with info whenever you want đđ»đ«¶đ»
Back to the point yeah I agree. One doesn't need to know the Odyssey by heart to know that! And I absolutely agree! Is no hard at all. The entire freaking book is free online just do a basic check!
Oh gosh I don't even wanna remember! And I think this damage started even from Percy Jackson and all! And then Miller came with her own twisted ideas and now the musical... like I had a guy who was arguing with me and was soooo convinced that Achilles has sex with Patroclus and when I said nothing like that shows in Homer but I explained the tenderness of words and such between them the dude told me "Have you read TSOA?" As if he was in a "gotcha!" Moment and I was like "no bitch I read the fucking Iliad in the original language!" đ
Of course one can enjoy retellings (or not. Or not all of them but some etc) but man it pisses me off when people think they did something when they never double check anything!
i'm in despair (this is about antinous)
WHAT?! Okay seriously I have had enough at this point with this bullshit and the misinformation out there just because some people twist away the Odyssey and become famous to the point of people not being able to tell reality from fanfiction and of people who just won't do research or read the most crappy "translations" in the world! So because I have had enough here's ALL the lines Antinous speaks in the Odyssey to clear this up once and for all!
(Be warned this will be long but please share this as much as you can guys! Forgive me in advance if some of my translations are a bit sloppy or not as accurate I am willing to redo some passages if you guys want in comments or reblogs in the future.)
Please spread this because honestly I have had enough and this EXACTLY why I cannot take anymore of these "retellings" and whatever the hell the names are and the changes they make for no reason to characters for "creative liberties" because honestly people cannot even read the sources properly and they just make claims taking advantage of popularity of media!
ANTINOUS'S LINES IN THE ODYSSEY:
And then Antinous the son of Eupeithes answered him:
"Telemachus, no doubt the gods themselves are teaching you well since you became such a boaster and speak with so much insolence! May Cronus make sure that you shall never reign Ithaca of the two seas, which is your ancestral right!"
(Translation by me)
Rhapsody 1 (383-387): Antinous to Telemachus in irony when Telemachus has seen Athena in disguise off.
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Telemachus, you high-and-mighty, uncontrollable in your insolence, what kind have you said is my shame: you wish to shift the blame! But I tell ya it is not the fault of the Achaean suitors but of your beloved mother's, who knows very well how to gain from others. For this is the third year, nearly entering the fourth, that she plays with the feelings within the chests of the Achaeans. For she has given promises to each and every one of us all and sends us messages but in her head and she has made a big ploy; and after she set a large loom in the palace and began to weave in a thin and complicated way and then she said to us:
"Young men, my suitors, since divine Odysseus is dead, please be patient since you are in a hurry for my marriage, but allow me fulfill this one pledge, for I do not want this weaving of mine be for nothing, let me make a shroud for the heroic Laertes for when his fate strikes and is taken by the death who brings so many woes, so that I will not gain resent from the Achaean women, oh, if the man who gained so much were to lie without a shroud"
So she spoke to us and our heroic hearts were persuaded and so in there by day she was looming at her great web and by night she was destroying it under the light of the torches she had beside her. And so she gained herself 3 years with her deceit that persuaded the Achaeans, now entering the forth and time has passed and we were informed on this by one of the women who clearly saw what had happened and so we caught her red-handed unraveling the great web. And so she was forced out of necessity to finish it. And so to you the suitors are replying to you so you shall know it deep in your heart and for all the other Achaeans to know; send back your mother to her father and command her to choose which one of us she pleases to marry. For, truly, Athena has blessed her with knowledge and craftsmanship and understanding heart; such wiles Penelope knows above other beautifully-haired Achaean women, even than the ones known by the old ones; and Tyro and Alcmene and beautifully-wreathed Mycene but her last wile was not right and so we shall continue to eat here from your inheritance, for despite the fact that the gods placed such mind more than many inside her and she brings great name upon herself, but you shall regret your insolence. We shall not move back to our homes or to any other place until she marries which of us Achaeans she desires!
(Translation by me)
Rhapsody 2 (86-128): Antinous to Telemachus about Penelope's scheme when Telemachus accused the suitors for their staying at his palace. Penelope is being accused for her game upon them and simoultaneously praised for her mind and craftsmanship but also Telemachus being pressured to send her back to her father to start preparing for her upcoming marriage.
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And Antinous immediately laughed and rushed to Telemachus and grabbing one of his arms he mocked him:
"Telemachus, you high-and-mighty, uncontrollable in your insolence do not have other evil word or action you in your mind for us, but I say come and eat and drink with me like before, I am sure all these you want the Achaeans shall provide and ships and outstanding oarsmen so that quickly you shall reach holy Pylos and hear news of your noble father!"
(Translation by me)
Rhapsody 2 (301-308): Antinous to Telemachus mockingly after the end of the gathering. Basically Antinous mocks Telemachus and tells him to forget the meeting ever happened and then mocks him with the notion he had to reach Pylos for news of his father.
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And then Antinous, the son of Eupeithes replied:
"Tell me the truth! Where did he go and who were the men that followed him? Were they chosen Ithacan youth or heirlooms and slaves that belonged to him? Definitely I think he is capable even for that! And tell me this as well and answer truthfully for I shall know, whether by force and without your will he acquired the black ship or whether you gave it to him willingly, agreeing with his words!"
(Translation by me)
Rhapsody 4 (641-647): Antinous to Noemon son of Phronius. The man possessed the ship which Telemachus got and now Antinous is interrogating the man on whether he did so with his free will or by force. The man of course replies that he had no reason to refuse Telemachus thus gaining the reaction by Antinous:
Furiously, then replied to him Antinous the son of Eupeithes; with great anger filling his black heart, both his eyes shining like fires:
"Damn! What a bold insolence Telemachus has put in action, this journey, even if we were saying he would never see it through! The way he has managed to launch a ship and even pick the best youth of the people and take them with him! He shall be our doom soon the way it goes! But hopefully Zeus's strength shall destroy him before he reaches the maturity of youth but go on now and give me a fast ship and twenty men so I shall wait for him and set an ambush to the narrow path between Ithaca and rugged Same and so his voyage to find his father shall have a sad end!"
(Translation by me)
Rhapsody 4 (660-672): Antinous to himself and the other suitors. Basically here he speaks on the ambush he wants to set on Telemachus in his anger that Telemachus left for the trip after all plus how he fears that Telemachus will be their doom somehow.
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Gentlemen, all of us, let us stop spewing arrogant words for someone might as well report your words in this house. But let us speak in low voice and make our words action, for this has pleased all our hearts.
(Translation by me)
Rhapsody 4 (774-777): Antinous to the other suitors. In plotting in silence how they would proceed with the murder of Telemachus while Penelope is up in her rooms praying to Athena for the saving of her son.
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Damn! Look how the gods have saved this man from misfortune! Even if we had guards waiting at the windy tops day after day, one after the other. And when the sun fell down we didn't stay on shore but we sailed on the fast ships in the sea till the divine Eos (Dawn) waiting and lurking for Telemachus to take hold of him and destroy him: some god undoubtedly has brought him home! But let us here plan the sorrowful doom of Telemachus so that he won't escape us; for I know that as long as he lives our plans will not be fulfilled. He has persuaded the council and the people do not agree with us anymore. But let's go before he gathers the assembly of the Achaeans because I think he won't be wise to act slow but he would rush in full wrath and he would choose to rise everyone up by saying that we contrived against him murder but didn't catch him and they will not like it when they hear our evil deeds. Mark my words, he will drive us all out of our lands and we shall move to stranger lands! Come on! Let us seize him at the countryside, outside of the city or on the way and let us seize all his possessions and lands and divide them among ourselves equally but the house we shall give to his mother and to whomever marries her. But if you are displeased by these words and you believe he should live and keep his inheritance then let us stop devouring his goods and leave the house and each one of us from his own palace shall continue showering her with gifts till she will have as husband the one who offers the most.
(Translation by me)
Rhapsody 16 (364-392): Antinous to himself and the other suitors. His fury that Telemachus escaped their ambush and he repeats the plan on killing him or establishes even more options for the suitors. In here he also suggests to keep pressuring Penelope to marry.
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And so spoke Antinous scolding the swineherd
"Notorious swineherd what did you bring him to the city for? Don't we have enough vagabonds and other annoying beggars to ruin our dinner? Aren't they enough people to eat the king's wealth here that you invited this one too?"
(Translation by me)
Rhapsody 17 (374-379): Antinous to Eumeus on Odysseus. Eumeus had brought Odysseus-Beggar to the palace and Melanthius, the goat-herder had pointed out that he saw Eumeus leading him there so Antinous once more barges in and complaints (that is the first time Antinous speaks in the presence of Odysseus)
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Telemachus you high-and-mighty and uncontrollable in your insolence what did you say! If all the other suitors were to give him as much then he wouldn't need to come back for the next three months!
(Translation by me)
Rhapsody 17 (406-408): Antinous to Telemachus. Telemachus mocks Antinous on his mocking on Odysseus/Beggar and so had Eumeus before him so now Antinous just mocks them back
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Which god has brought this creature to destroy our feast? He stood there in apart from our tables and claims he comes from bitter Egypt or Cyprus: He insolently and so rudely asks for food from all who are here: and they give it so recklessly for no one is more generous in giving than the one who gives something that belongs to someone else for they have much each!
(Translation by me)
Rhapsody 17 (446-452): Antinous to himself and Odysseus. Odysseus goes to Antinous in particular to beg for food and tells him once more his "sad story" on how he fell from grace. Antinous does not like the whining and he retaliates. Ironically he also says something correct here; that they are all generous to the food they give to Odysseus because that food is not theirs in the first place.
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So he spoke and Antinous got even more furious and looking down upon him he replied with winged words:
"Now you shall no longer stay in this palace, back off since you speak words of accusation!"
(Tranlation by me)
Rhapsody 17 (458-461): Antinous to Odysseus. Odysseus insists upon Antinous give him some food and Antinous retaliates sending him away and in the next scene he throws the stool at him
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And to him replied Antinous the son of Eupithes:
"Sit there and eat, stranger or go elsewhere or else you shall be thrown out being carried away by your arms and legs and be skinned whole!"
(Translation by me)
Rhapsody 17 (477-480): Antinous to Odysseus. Basically Odysseus complained to the entire assembly that Antinous has just striken him because he is hungry. Antinous doesn't like it and threatens that Odysseus will be carried out by force and be skinned alive if he goes on. He is heard by Penelope upstairs and she is filled in the details by Euryclaea.
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"Friends how fortunate that such a thing happened, that the gods brought such entertainment to our doors! Irus and the stranger fighting and wishing to hit each other! Quickly! Let's set them up!"
Mighty Antinous heard them two talking and breaking in merry laughter he addressed the suitors:
So he spoke and everyone broke down laughing and gathered together the two beggars and again Antinous son of Eupithes addressed them:
"Listen, heroic suitors, what I am about to say. These goat stomachs here that is roasting on the fire and we had set them here to make dinner after we have filled them with fat and blood but now I say the one who wins and comes out on top let him choose which one he wants to have for himself and what's more he shall dine with us and we shall suffer no more a beggar begging among us!"
(Translation by me)
Rhapsody 18 (34-49): Antinous to the rest of the suitors. Irus has arrived to the palace and he picks up a fight with Odysseus/Beggar and Antinous loving the idea of watching them two fight and suggests the contest.
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Now, don't whine, you bully and it might have been better if you never born if you are to be afraid and trembling of this fellow, a man old and beaten down by misery. I tell ya and it's done: he has won against you and is stronger, I shall throw you in a black ship and exile you to the mainland to the king Echetus, the baneful of men, and he shall have your nose and ears cut off with ruthless bronze and shall throw your privates to the dogs to devour!
(Translation by me)
Rhapsody 18 (79-87): Antinous to Irus. Basically he threatens and mocks Irus for being afraid of losing to "an old man". Irus was taken over by fear when Odysseus revealed his shoulders and legs realizing that he is not just a common old man. Antinous is "guilt tripping" and threatening Irus so that the two of them would fight.
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And Antinous son of Eupeithes replied to her:
"Daughter of Icarius, wise Penelope, the gifts you want the Achaeans shall bring you here, for you to accept them, for it is no good not to accept them, but we shall not leave this place and go elsewhere till you choose to marry the best of us Achaeans!"
(Translation by me)
Rhapsody 18 (284-289): Antinous to Penelope. Penelope demands wedding gifts (as a manipulation for the suitors to bring items to pay back what they have eaten and possibly more than that). She probably hoped to manipulate the suitors out of her house. Antinous responds to her by accepting her request but also expresses the decision all the suitors made, not to leave the house till she has chosen a husband (in the next lyrics it is revealed that Antinous's gift was a beautiful embroidered robe with 12 golden brooches)
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I verily think is hard, Achaeans, to accept the word of Telemachus who has so much spoken threateningly against us. Truly the son of Cronus Zeus wouldn't have tolerated this but he would already have silenced him in this palace, the way he clearly speaks!
(Translation by me)
Rhapsody 20 (271-274): Antinous to the rest of the suitors. Telemachus placed his father (dressed as beggar) sit among the suitors and has showingly given him good portion of food and golden cup and he told him boldly to sit and eat and drink with the rest of the people for it is not a public house here but the house of Odysseus that treats his guests! (I also find it a nice cheeky move by Telemachus here!) Antinous didn't like it and he speaks up
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You foolish boors who only care for today! Cowards why are you crying now and you are troubling the heart of this woman? Now that she has learnt she has lost her dear husband! Be silent and sit down or if you have to weep go elsewhere and leave this bow behind so it will be a the contest of decision for the suitors. For I believe it will be no easy task to chord this bow. For there is no such a man among us like the one Odysseus was! And I myself have seen him and I remember him even if I was but an infant child then!
Rhapsody 21 (86-96): Antinous to Eumeus. Eumeus was ordered to bring up the bow from the armory. Eumeus held the bow in his hands and he actually cried in emotion as he held his master's favorite bow. Antinous retaliates and calls him names because as he says "he is troubling Penelope" with his cries and he speaks on how he remembers Odysseus when he was a child. And ironically or not so much he speaks very positively on Odysseus and the kind of man he remembers him to be, maybe because he thinks he is safe now and believes Odysseus to be dead.
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And Antinous, the son of Eupeithes, said to them:
"Rise in your turn from the right, all my friends, we start with the order the wine is being poured"
(Translation by me)
Rhapsody 21 (140-142): Antinous to the rest of the suitors. He basically suggest the order with which everyone will try and string the bow (with the order that the jug holder has poured them wine) from right to left)
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But Antinous reproved his words and he called out:
"Leodes! What words have escaped the barrier of your teeth?! This is both painful and dreadful words indeed that I feel resentment by just hearing you! If this is the bow that shall judge who is the best in heart and soul no wonder you cannot string it. Your noble mother hasn't birthed you to be a strong archer or shoot arrows. Let the other noble suitors string it!"
So he spoke and then he ordered Melanthius, the goat herder:
"Melanthius, go and light a fire in the hall and place a great chair by it covered in fleece and bring a large block of fat when you come back so that we shall smear the bow with it and soften it over the flames before we execute our contest"
(Translation by me)
Rhapsody 21 (167-180): Antinous to Leodes and immediately after Antinous to Melanthius. Leodes expressed the impossible of stringing the bow and then he claimed that he'd rather die than suffer the loss there for Penelope's hand and Antinous does not like the defeatist attitude. He takes over and orders to Melanthius to bring the tools to care for the bow and make sure it is usable after so long staying in storage. This passage also shows the knowledge Antinous has on weaponry in general and possibly hunting in particular.
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Eurymachus, this won't work; you know it yourself, because now it is a public celebration for a god. Who then would string the bow?I say set it aside for now. Newvertheless we shall leave the axes here where they are, for I believe no one shall enter to the palace of Odysseus the son of Laertes, to take them! But let's go, let the cup bearer pour the liberations in our goblets as we make our offerings and let's set aside the curved bows! By the morning we shall order Melanthus the goat herder shall bring the best out of the goats he is tending and herding and so we shall sacrifice their thighs to Apollo of the beautiful bow and we shall try one more time to execute the challenge of this bow.
(Translation by me)
Rhapsody 21 (257-268): Antinous to Eurymachus when none of them could string the bow he suggests that it is because it is a public celebration that they should make their own offerings to the gods and call it a day and try another day because he assumed it is possible that the reason they couldn't string it could possibly be that it was because of the celebration. So he suggests to call it a day and offer a sacrifice to Apollo the next day before they try again.
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Ah bloody stranger! You have absolutely no trace of wit! You are not satisfied enough that you arrogantly sit and dine with us and you are in no want of food but you also pry in our conversations and overhear our words! No other beggar or stranger ever overheard our words! Undoubtedly the sweet wine has gotten to your head and you know the wine is bad for others too, if greedily take gulps and drink without measure. The wine made even the centaurs and the noble Eurytion act foolishly when they were to the palace of great-hearted Pirithus, when he went to the Lapithes: and because his mind was consumed by wine, his frenzy caused great evil upon the house of Pirithus. And so great sorrow fell upon the heroes for he was dragged out of the doors and thrown out and his ears and nose were cut wit merciless bronze and so he bore the punishment for the madness of his mind. And so it commenced the fight between the Centaurs and the humans. They were the first to see the evil of heavy drinking. And you who speak big words I warn you if you manage to bend the bow you shall not be met with kindness and we shall throw you to a black ship and exile you to the mainland to the king Echeton, the baneful of men, there nothing will save you! Sit still and drink and don't aim to compete against much younger men than you!
(Translation by me)
Rhapsody 21 (288-310): Antinous to Odysseus. Odysseus/Beggar has just slowly approached Eurymachus and Antinous and he has asked for the right to try the bow himself. Antinous got furious that Odysseus overheard them and that he suggested to take part to the challenge and then he assumes that Odysseus is drunk and he even brings up the myth of the centaurs and the Lapithes to say how wine makes people say and do stupid things. Ironically he is most likely self-projecting since he does seem to be the intoxicated one (at least how I read his passages). And those were the last words spoken by Antinous and the last ones addressed to Odysseus.
In the next passages is the death of Antinous (he doesn't get the chance to even react given how Odysseus kills him when he is about to take a drink with an arrow through his throat) and his name is mentioned a few times by Eurymachus and some more mentions by name.
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As you see there is absolutely no mention whatsoever not even to the murder of Telemachus to none of the scenes where Odysseus is present (mind you neither to the scenes where Penelope is either! Penelope was informed on their scheme by a servant that overheard them and she went down to confront Antinous!)
Also Antinous makes no mention whasoever in any rape! He mentions the myth of the centaurs and Lapithes and NOT EVEN THEN does he mention the attempt of rape of the women by the drunk centaurs yet alone to Penelope! The only things he speaks about is how to keep pressuring Penelope choose a husband and he mentions wedding gifts.
If anything it is ODYSSEUS the one that gets threatened all the time by Antinous and mistreated by him. Antinous even speaks positively about Penelope like 99% of the time with the exception when he calls her devious for her trick that had them all waiting.
Absolutely they want to increase pressure to Penelope and they want to kill her son but that rape thing should be enough at this point! Honestly THIS is where a certain someone SHOULD come out and say that these came out of his head and NOT the Odyssey! Like sure it is your imagination and do whatever with it but damn!
Sorry I am really upset with these smartasses on the internet at this point! Once again forgive me if any of my interpretations is sloppy or even if I have forgotten something. I have double checked but just in case.
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Ryan, Armand is an ancient vampire. He's the strongest vampire in the show so far. He put the whole coven to sleep with a flick of his wrist. The show EXPLICITLY framed Armand as the one who orchestrated the trial. I didn't know you were delusional holy shit.
oh my god, donât address me by my name, I donât know u, u absolute freak đ. If I canât see ur profile picture u canât call me by my government name, general rule. If u wanna be intimate with me like that get off anon, jeez Louise. I was so caught off guard by that I couldnât even register the rest of ur point.
anyways Iâve talked about this b4 actually! Itâs extremely unclear so far in the show verse how much of a role Armand had in the trial. The only thing we know is that he let it happen, he didnât save Louis on purpose/was planning to let him die, but he stayed in a cage, even tho he wasnât a prisoner, per his choice. We also know, based on the timeline, that Armand was banished from the coven, and eventually decided to help with the trial, bcus he wanted to be accepted back into it. He wasnât a mastermind from the beginning always planning to have the trial happened, that so far is not the story, but he did take control at some point. He definitely consented to it/allowed it to happen. He absolutely could have stopped it if he wanted to, thatâs inarguable.
When I said in the post I assume u are addressing that Armand participated in the trial as a logistic, fawn response move bcus he felt it was the safest option since he was threatened, I said that bcus he says that in the show, multiple times. He could be lying, he could just be a completely evil villain who does everything cuz heâs crazy and doesnât give a shit and actually doesnât act at all from a place of perceived logic and self preservation. Maybe ur right and they are writing Armand as a one dimensional evil mastermind who doesnât have any of the depth they have been writing him with and just lies to kill people for fun.
But personally, I think it makes more sense in context of the story and the characters, and it makes textual sense considering everything that has been told to us, that Armand chose to go along with the trial bcus he values his coven since it offers him protection (that he logically doesnât need, bcus heâs extremely powerful, but Armand has a victim mindset that drives all of his choices) over louis, who he considers unreliable, and Madeline + Claudia, who he doesnât care about. Itâs completely unfounded in show canon that Armand is acting out of pure desire to see louis and Claudia dead, since he would have just killed louis and not stayed with him for 77 years after that, if that were the case, which was my entire point. Armand doesnât act out of a place of hatred or pure evil, heâs doing what he genuinely believes will keep him âsafeâ even tho heâs the most powerful person in the room, he makes decisions as if heâs in vulnerable danger. He never logically is, but he doesnât realize that. Did u know! That this is what ptsd does? How crazy, that someone with insane trauma would act out in a fear mindset, even tho they are in no actual danger. So crazy guys. Anyways, I guess I am delusional, holy shit. When u actually pay attention to the motivations and internal logic of characters, u can come off as pretty crazy! Thanks for the ask tho.
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I'm going to kill all my irl friends. You are all gonna see me on the fucking news.
#we've had this trip planned for like two months#and now suddenly less than a week before we go#everyone is nitpicking the dates and saying oh i cant do the whole trip just like two days#or dropping out completely with no warning#like god genuinely fuck all of you for making this more stress than it needs to be#i wanna just call it off entirely and be like#fuck y'all my one friend and i haven't been sitting here stressing ourselves planning this#for you ungrateful rude fucks to throw eighteen wrenches in the plan#sigh#anyways
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Hypothetical question but are we still into windbreaker (nii satoru)? Y'all cool if I put my hyper fixation on center stage?
#wind breaker#windbreaker#wind breaker nii satoru#windbreaker nii satoru#i uh...found my new hyper fixation#once again super late to the party#you would not BELIEVE how long I've been twidling my thumbs waiting for SOMETHING to show up in my dingy space i call a brain to get excited#im gonna be real with yall after writing genshin for 4+ years#(literally started within the first month genshin dropped)#kinda fucking bored of it đ#not to say im dropping genshin thats my baby#but i would like to uhh branch out you know#i get super brief fixations (literally had a blue lock phase and why i dropped off the face kf the earth that one time) and wrote like 15#fics on bl that never ended up getting posted cause this was a genshin/hsr blog#but i uh would like to possibly change that you know#i just wanna write more things without feeling like i need to create an entirely separate blog ;-;#but yeah uh super brief fixation windbreaker is a temporary thing (assuming there is even a reader base that's interested. if not#(if not. totally fine. back to genshin we go) but im not dropping anything. i just wanna write about more things#psa over
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THE ORDER OF PALMS An order of holy folk that serve The Helm, working to create powerful Aasimar Paladins for the purpose of protecting any who hire their help. [BACKSTORY UNDER CUT]
One day, Gjör and her peers were lead by their mentor Opheria, to a mission far from their home. On the peak of that mountain village, they saw upon the horizon, the castle of their home go up in flames. Horrified and scared, the apprentices sought to follow their mentors guidance, and followed her lead into a small barn. It was there, that Opheria proceeded to slaughter each and everyone of the apprentices. It seemed she somehow had a hand in this sudden attack on the Order of Palms. Gjör D'annevual survived a sword through the 'heart', on account of a rare condition, that places her heart on the other side of her chest. When she finally managed to bring herself back home, the Order was insulted by her survival. She had so many better peers, why couldn't any of them have survived? This runt was seriously the only thing that survived Opherias wrath? It was better to just wash their hands clean of this. Thus the Order decided to banish Gjör from their ranks. She now travels the land in search of a purpose.
#luckys original content#dungeons and dragons#MY OCSSSS MY WONDERFUL OCSSS ITS BEEN SO LONGGGG!!this is a fairly old character that i made foreeeever ago#i was trying to go full on into DND LORE ONLY instead of makin up my own stuff. so when i was lookin around i learned abt THE HELM#the god of protection or watever it was. i also like playing paladin bc i love to hit things w my sword. i also like aasimars bc theyrprett#im sure i ahd other Min Maxy reasons for her but i dont have her sheet n ive forgotten everything. never got a chance to play her but yknow#maybe someday. I LIKE HER ALOT TOO. big and strong and well meaning but a lil dumb. justa lil dense n stupid. but she tries!!#I LIKE CHARACTERS THAT HAVE JUST SMALL THINGS DIFERENT ABT THEM. i knew some1 who had that condition. where everythings just flipped#aint that fucked up? that ur organs can just be flipped? and inever see it in fiction. its so neat. imagine finding out like THIS too#she had blacked out from the sword through the heart. the last thing she heard from her mentor was;#'you were a great student. that is why you above all else must die. i hope you understand' spoken through a gentle voice and a gentle smile#the very same that had guided Gjör so far through her journey.A BETRAYAL LIKE NO OTHER! she awoke utop a pile of comrades#each bloodied and dead and cold. she used her own magic to heal herself. to catch herself from the precipice of bleeding out#when she stepped out of the barn she had found that the village was burned to the ground#she was shellshocked!! it took her weeks to limp all the way back down that mountain. all the way back to the place she called home#only to be spit on and kicked back out. being a Paladin of the Palms was her entire life. what was she to do now?#OH SO THE ART. I RLY LIKE HER DESIGN.heavily based off of THE BABY SITTER from HALO LEGENDS. i fuckin love halo so much guys.....#i just love that trope of Big Strong Person in Armor that we all thought wasa fullgrown MAN takes off the helmet to revel shesa PRETTY GIRL#my favorite in the WORLD!! i also like the silly frilly pretty dress sorta motif in gjors armor. it hides all the stuff i dont wanna draw#thats all the ramble i got in me for now. PLEASE ENJOY. and ask me abt my ocs
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Spoiler: I didn't go to sleep. But I will shortly after this post
#i'm sleepy. i'm dramatic. i'm silly. i'm affectionate; maybe#I know two people will see this. maybe? One of them is Moon. Dani is the other. again. maybe#i'm just gonna#AHEMS. words for both of these people; starting with Dani#first off. Damn I didn't think I'd ever read you calling me bestie. buut once I did I must admit the widest smile showed up in my face#I consider you a best friend as well; but from how cool you are? I never thought you'd look at me and go âyeah. thas my bestieâ#second off. just like Moon; I saw (and still do) you as one of my biggest inspirations. The Lav blog and your silly characters made me want#-to get to know the entire server as a whole. so yea you're part of the reason I even started my drawing blog!#and now. my Wife. Moon. Ducky. Moondydusky (/silly)#grabby hands đ„ I wanna tell you just how much I love you all over again everyday. Not sure if you'd ever get tired of It but I just wanna#you're such an important person to me. Everyday I miss talking to you and giggle if I do talk to you#really. makes me just want to have you besides me I wanna just hug you before going to sleep I wanna kiss that pretty face of yours đđ„đ„#grfggarfwgshg#wif#:AAA:#anyway I love you so much and I'm still amazed how I went from âthis person is SO coolâ to âi'm proud to announce this is my wife!â#aaaand the SECRET THIRD OPTION.... Points at the bee#ASH if you're here I want you to know you're an AMAZING friend and you're so supportive and so cool and I wanna be you when I grow up /sill#you're literally just a little sibling to me /silly /pos#anyWay going to sleep fr now HEHAJHD goodnight everybody!!#(to any other mutuals. if I follow you and you follow me đïžđïž YOU ARE SO SO AMAZING AND COOL AND I'M SO GLAD WE'RE MOOTS RAHHHH)#I think I ranted too much. erm. yeah goodnight before I edit this post again
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and like sidenote if i can make a post with a target audience of zero. i feel like fhsy was to d20 what aa3 was to ace attorney but aa3 pulled it off better for reasons i cannot explain
#it is. the amatonormativity#^ guy who was REALLY pissed about the sandra lynn stuff#like yknow that bit in the first ep where brennan is like 'oh this drama is going down' and so like the pcs investigate it#probs bcos they think itll like kick off their new quest#and then it turns out to be like. petty romantic drama.#thats kind of a microcosm of the entire season for me#not to say there werent parts i liked (looks at the picture of baron i printed out and hung on my wall)#(and most of the leviathan stuff was brilliant and ayda is a role model for me)#but its all so tied up in the rest of that shit that i dont rlly wanna rewatch it the way ive rewatched fy 6+ times#likening this to aa3 bcos of the rlly noticeable uptick in romantic content in it compared to the rest of the trilogy#like prior to that all that rlly comes to mind is like. 2-3 and pearl's shipping shenanigans and larry existing#but in aa3 both mia and phoenix have past lovers who play big parts#theres a married couple theres tigre and viola (who sidenote i ENTIRELY missed as romantic my first playthru. i am dense)#there's the business with fawles#like it felt like romance played a large part in every case in aa3#where even when it came up in 1 + 2 it was usually ancillary (2-3 excepted but like. ppl regard that case as a fluke in most regards)#you COULD argue that maggey and adrian also inject some romantic presence in the story#but idk it just doesnt feel as central or prevalent as in aa3#like i saw a post abt adrian and celeste being cousins in the aa anime being not just the sailor moon 'best cousins' thing#but like. reinforcing the themes of familiar devotion as aa2's core. and that was rlly foundational to my understanding of the game#even tho its a change that comes from an adaptation#whereas you Couldnt make that change in aa3 without it changing A Lot of shit#where was i going with this. shrug.#the zelda and tracker relationship drama was entirely manufactured as punishing the pcs for not centering npcs#whose relationship issues were ancillary to the overarching plot they were focused on and which hadnt rlly been brought up beforehand#'why didnt gorgug call zelda :/' do u want zac to pause the kalina mystery to roleplay good relationship communication with the dm??#like its one thing looking at sy as a narrative but looking at it as a ttrpg campaign with limited time and a need to split character focus#i dont see what it did for the story besides give gorgug something to angst abt. didnt rlly feel like there was character growth or an arc#sigh. MANDATORY DISCLAIMER its been at least a year since i watched sy and longer before that since ive played aa3#but at the time my feelings were strong and have only calcified. romance as a theme in something not generally abt romance
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I love the vocal nuance in this exchange, but also posting this for my differences posts because this is one of the changes that infuriates me the most. Yuri didn't threaten Ioder, did not threaten him with a weapon, and just said he'd punch him in a lazy, half joking voice (half joking as in, he really doesn't want to hear that - that's just his way of saying so; but that's not the voice of someone who is super angry and threatening).
My other huge grievance is that this is a recurring issue between them in the dub. Yuri is pretty much always vocally rude to Ioder. Ioder has done nothing to wrong him or anyone and has only ever done good for the people where he's able to.
Yet despite Ioder being nothing but sincere, honest and polite with Yuri, in fact even happy to see him here and there, dub Yuri is outright tonally rude to him leading right up this scene where he threatens Ioder in this dark voice. Meanwhile he's actually just supposed to be⊠lazily telling Ioder he'll punch him in his Yuri Lowell way of saying "I don't want to hear that".
The dub really just wanted to turn Yuri into this dark edgelord and I hate that for my goofy, silly boy.
#GTF Vesperia Clips#honestly JP Yuri talks abt punching ppl often enough that it's like... this should have been an easy tl#and like honestly wtf is with the dub having Yuri at Ioder's absolute THROAT every time they talk#I'm serious when I say dub Yuri genuinely pisses me off sometimes bc he's an asshole for NO reason#it's not cool. I'm not rooting for him. I'm rooting for someone to punch him in the face for being an ass#JP Yuri would love to do it honestly he's always up for punching ppl it's a recurring theme for /him/#I've never wanted to punch JP Yuri in the face. I've wanted to punch dub Yuri in the face multiple times#that's enough for me to recognize that the dub took more than just ''creative liberties'' with the loc#it SUCKS too bc the dub in and of itself isn't bad. I've said this before but#it really is primarily Yuri and his absolute ATTITUDE problem /and/ the way the dub treats Flynn and puts him down constantly#and unfortunately often uses Yuri to do it... when they're not having Flynn himself do it#all always in areas that never even happened originally. they just literally made it up#still not over how they had Flynn basically berate himself by saying ''like a /good knight/'' at Yormgen#the dub very clearly had a /narrative/ bias against imperial figures/knights that wasn't in the original#what was the reason to drop Sodia calling Yuri ''sir'' at Aurnion? there wasn't one!#but Sodia BaD so we can't possibly let anyone see her character development and have to hide it from dub players!#unfortunately for me the dub not being bad in and of itself truly is trumped by#its treatment of Yuri and Flynn as characters and the way the game narratively directs players#for me it really is THAT BAD that it's stronger than the rest of the dub being just fine#and it really truly honestly RUINS the entire dub for me bc I love Yuri and Flynn and hate seeing them treated like that#I mean literally the whole point of me making those text posts is bc of my love for Yuri lol#and it's so sad and hard to see dub players not get the same Yuri experience simply bc... they don't even know#a lot of people didn't even realize how different he was and like... I get loving Troy's acting#but again Troy isn't the problem here. I don't want a dub that treats my favorites the way it does#I WISH Troy could have voiced Yuri the way he really is. in some way for me it feels very lonely#bc like the casual person I pass by who knows Vesp isn't likely to have not played the dub you know??#so it's like... I wanna talk abt Yuri but we aren't even talking abt the same Yuri#nearly outta tags lol but yeah it just... makes me SO sad that they did all this to those two
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little soup cans are some of the neatest things we have, wish there were more soup-can-like things in this world
#just me hi#though canopeners need to stop being deadly weapons to some degree before that hfhs#'they're not deadly tho ?' well usually yes. but did you know that they can age Badly? i did not!#and the one I was using was dulled to an extent that it would Skip over a part of the can#(nearly the same spot every time lol) and when I thought I'd managed to fool it and had only#the tiniest bit of metal between me and some beans (pretty sure it was beans) I thought#'ohh I'll just pull up the can lid :)' Well the lid snapped off completely towards and Into my hand#and I had a bean-can wound on my pinky for about a week or so. I do not know how long it's been lol#//but soup cans are pretty cool I feel like they're kinda underappreciated !!#you can just have Soup ? Whenever ??? and it's Normal !! wow :D#sure making soup is pretty great. but that's a process man. and we're not even associates#[<- 'a process I am (not) intimate with']#like there is a little can of menudo in the pantry rn - medunito they call it isn't that just !! - and it's just there. it can be made in#like 10 minutes. is this Not the best thing ever ! ?#//I've also gotta figure out this sleeping thing that I've got going on (everybody has it going on)#I was maybe half a week into actually have a consistent thing going but the night I stopped was bc I am a sucker of a storyteller and we#were up til about. I think 4-6 a.m.#that's on me yes. my siblings vs. my desire to tell stories and rubber willpower hfbdh#a deadly match truly#and also I lost my snoopy watch (RIP snoopy watch you will be missed (I can't find it send help Waough)) and that was the only clock I had#in this room so now if I wanna know the time I have to go the living room - which is like a whole dang thing lemme tell you about it#/first I've gotta get up - easiest thing by far - and get to the door - assuming I don't get KO'd by my siblings' belongings on the floor -#get to the door. the door Is broken to some extent. opening it means a loud THDPD noise is sent throughout the entire house lol. and you#have to yank on the thing to get it open - so double effort there - and then you step out into the hallwayish area where you can then enter#the living room - oh so easy! but No! you then have to either turn on the kitchen lights and wake everyone with their door open or sleeping#in the living room for whatever reason Orrr you have to clamber over chairs pots perhaps a cat if you've got real bad luck that night to ge#up nice n personal to the clock so you can read the dang thing and see it's 11:23. which is like nothing so you stay up Anyway and do not#check the clock again because not only was that a hassle but also you released every creature that was in the room with you (that's a lot o#noise). but Yea the clock situation is ongoing hfbsh#'why don't you get a clock' that would be much too easy loll :) (last one disappeared and we keep forgetting lol) //ran out of tag space so
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