#i was like.. sure… ur totally not gay for doing.. all that

[bibleofficial]

where is my fat husband

[bunni-v1]

College au Ifa is the type to take you at a house party and make sure people see the hickey on ur neck in class the next day

Marking Your Territory

🍓I'm gonna kill Pinkie for this one that's all I'll say on that. I lost actual sleep writing this, and instead of napping I finished and edited it. Do not tell me I don't love you guys or Ifa because I am nothing if not dedicated to my gay little craft. Anyway, enjoy or this will be the last thing I ever post. If this flops it's on your hands that I disappear.

TW: NSFW; Drugs (mentioned); Alcohol use; slight dub-con (both are lightly buzzed); marking (lots of it); sex at a party (yippie!); grammar errors (edited but I'm one guy and this is seven thousand words)

Info: College AU; Ifa x Reader (main); Venti x Reader; Kazuha x Reader; Navia x Reader; Wriothesley x Reader; Alhaitham x Reader; Kaveh x Reader (all background ships)

Word Count: 7.6k Words

MDNI

You weren't the biggest fan of house parties, not for lack of trying. Navia had dragged you to a million places since you arrived at Sumeru Academia, always knowing 'a good place' to go to let loose. Venti too, once he finally got you out of your shell. They both insisted you were a fun drunk, the total life of the party once you let loose. Still, when you had a choice, you avoided them altogether. It was just too much. Too many smells, too many sounds, too many people. They made you feel like you were suffocating, regardless of whatever drug you were putting in your body to numb the anxiety.

You'd managed to masterfully avoid any house parties thanks to classes picking up, the perfect excuse to hide away at Puspa Cafe with your tentative boyfriend Ifa. He'd managed to convince you to go on more than a few dates with him now, and while nothing was made official, you were pretty sure he was inching in that direction. Regardless of whatever your relationship was right now, he always greeted you with the brightest smile when you walked through those cafe doors. As usual, he'd made space for you already, and your favorite cup of coffee was sitting in your spot, luring you to his side like a deadly trap.

"Evenin'," He greets with his regular low drawl, scootching his chair just a little closer to yours, enough to wrap his arm around you in a side hug.

You lean into the touch automatically, stress leaving you all at once, "Evening, Ifa. Studying working out for you today?"

He sighs, heavy and tired. He was reviewing the same thing he had been all week, and it was starting to wear on his seemingly unending patience. Instead of complaining about it, which you know he wants to do more than anything, he just kisses your temple. Pushing the book back a little as if dismissing it in favor of paying attention to you.

"Big test comin' up," he hums, "lets not talk about that, though. You busy this weekend?"

You quirk an eyebrow at him, and he smiles innocently. Weekend outings with him had become normal now, despite Navia's complaints about feeling 'abandoned' by you. You knew she wouldn't end up lonely by the time morning came, so it was easy to brush off her guilt-tripping. Besides, Ifa was always fun to be around, taking you to so many different places to do so many new things. He knew Sumeru better than you did, having been here for so long, so you always got a little giddy when he asked for your weekend plans.

You shake your head, bringing your coffee mug to your lips, "Nothing much, just gotta peer review something for Venti for that god-awful poetry class, but I can do that anytime. Why're you asking?"

"Playing dumb is cute," he snorts, ruffling your hair playfully, "I wanted to take you somewhere."

"Hmmm... alright, I guess I can spare you some of my precious free time," you reply haughtily.

An annoyed sigh with no real malice behind it, "A friend of mine is throwing a party on Saturday, and I was thinking it would be a good way to... introduce you. They've been bothering me about it since our first date, and I don't think it's fair to hold off on it any longer."

Your heart skips a beat, both at the idea of having to go to a party with a ton of strangers and at the fact that he wants you to meet his friends. On one hand, it's incredibly sweet that he not only talks about you to his friends but he's been talking about you since your first date. You're at least important enough that the people he's close to know about you enough to ask. On the other hand, if you go to a party and Navia finds out, she's gonna be undeniably pouty. Not to mention parties really weren't your thing.

Ifa seems to sense your inner conflict as soon as it pops up into your mind, a hand coming across the table to gently squeeze your own. He gives you a little reassuring smile, warm as the summer sun and gentle as a breeze. He never fails to worry about you or account for your discomfort. You know all you have to say is no, and he'll find some other way for you to meet his friends on your own terms. Yet, you can't find it in yourself to deny him when he looks at you like that. So much love and care behind his pretty teal eyes.

"Sounds like fun," You smile, squeezing his hand back, "I'll tell you now, though, I'm not the biggest fan of parties..."

He smirks, leaning his head on his hands, "Never could've guessed. You actually seem like quite the party animal."

"Oh, shut it," You scold, going for another sip of your coffee to hide the grin growing on your face.

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You turn your body from left to right in the mirror, trying to decide if the skirt you were wearing was too risky or not. It hid everything it needed to, but all it would take was a light breeze and you'd flash the whole of Sumeru with your lacy panties. Navia stands behind you proudly, despite this, completely satisfied with her work.

You couldn't keep it from her if you tried, so you folded and asked her for help. While she was huffy and pissy for the first little while, the second you asked her for advice on what to wear, she was excitedly leaping at the chance to strip you down and dress you up like a doll. Your laciest underwear, your (her) tiniest skirt, and a cute top with platforms to match. You looked hot, but... maybe it was too much? You didn't want to give Ifa's friends the wrong impression of you, or throw Ifa off too much with how different you look now.

Navia's cheeky squeeze to your butt immediately washes all your thoughts down the drain, squealing into a giggle fit. She wraps her arms around your shoulders, sliding her gaze up and down your body in the mirror. She looked positively satisfied with her work, and she did an amazing job. Despite how upset she was initially, she still came through for you where it mattered. She was still your best friend, and you wouldn't ever dream of asking for a new one.

"You look so sexy," She hums, squeezing you tightly.

You smile, "I do. Thank you, Navia. I'd be lost without you."

"I know!" She hums, "I'm still upset you won't let me go to this special 'invite-only' party, but I guess I'll have to settle for dressing you up now."

You roll your eyes, "Ifa asked me to go, not you, I don't think he'd enjoy you barging in on our date."

She scowls, biting your shoulder hard enough you have to push her away. As you do, your phone buzzes, undoubtedly a notification from him. You smile at his message, typing a quick response before tossing it back in your bag thoughtlessly. If you were gonna be out all night, you would need to use it as little as possible, so into the bag it would be forgotten until you absolutely needed it.

"He's here," You hum, and Navia only seems to sour more.

She still finds it in herself to give you a quick smack as you walk out the door, "Be safe. Use protection!"

You scoff, "Shut up! I'll text you when I'm coming back, okay?"

"IF you're coming back."

"Goodnight, Navia."

She sticks her tongue out at you as you round the corner to the stairs, carefully making your way down to the back exit of the dorm. You see Ifa through the window before he does you, a loose-fitted t-shirt, a leather jacket, and a pair of very flattering jeans. He's ditched his usual cowboy hat for wild and free hair that frames his face nicely, highlighting those sleepy eyes of his you've come to love. He's as cool as he always is, hands stuffed in his pockets as he breathes in the night air. Right up until he sees you that is.

There's a visible shift in him, straightening and eyebrows raising near his hairline. Navia did exactly what she set out to do. A lazy smirk crawls up his face, hands immediately reaching out to take your waist in his hands. They fit there perfectly, warming you in spite of the cool evening air. It's easier to kiss him on these platforms, lips sliding against yours like they were meant to be there. There's an underlying heat to the way he kisses you, but he doesn't push for any more than he's given right now.

"You look good," Is the first thing that leaves his mouth, breathless.

You fluster, "Navia helped me out."

"She did a good job," he hums, pressing another warm kiss to your cheek, then another to your jaw before he catches himself.

He pulls back, giving you another heated once-over before interlocking your fingers in tugging you along with him. The car ride to his friend's house is full of tension that neither of you wants to acknowledge just yet. But his hand rests a little too high up on your thigh as he drives, and it squeezes a little too tight at every stop light. Like he's reminding himself to behave.

It wasn't as though you hadn't already tried things with him. He was pretty straightforward about everything in the relationship, including his own needs, but he'd never let it go past heavy petting. The tension wasn't unfamiliar, but it was different. Thicker. More... unruly, somehow.

Still, he doesn't jump your bones in the car, nor does he when he finally parks down the block from the party. He's the picture-perfect gentleman as he helps you out of the car, leading you down the street with a hand on your lower back. The music from the party blares loudly down the street, thrumming in your veins already. You nearly ask to turn back there, you know he would too. You're sure he'd take any chance to be alone with you right now, but an excited voice shouts from the sidewalk in front of you, followed by rapid footsteps.

A cute girl with white hair and the brightest smile you've ever seen stops dead in her tracks in front of you. Just short of plowing both of you down as she pants to catch her breath. Given how red her cheeks are, she's already had a few, but she seems more worried about greeting the two of you than her own well-being. She takes both of your hands in hers, bouncing up and down excitedly.

"ARE YOU THE GIRL IFA'S BEEN TALKING ABOUT?" She shouts, far too loud for her proximity.

You flinch slightly, pulling back, and that gets her to back down a little. She frowns, apologetic as she backs away, still holding your hands in hers.

"Sorry, I'm just so excited to meet you! He doesn't shut up about how amazing you are-"

"Alright, Mualani, we get it," Ifa interrupts, holding you a little closer now, "cool it, yeah, bro?"

You smile warmly at her, squeezing her hands back, "It's nice to meet you, uhm, Mualani."

Another set of footsteps comes from behind the bright girl, and a man with black hair comes jogging over. He looks tired, faces expressionless as he carefully peels Mualani off you. A deep sigh tumbles past his lips, giving Ifa what could almost be considered an apologetic look, though his face doesn't shift too much. Ifa nods regardless, so you nod at him too.

"She was adamant she had to be the first person to greet you," The young man sighs again, "I'm sorry for the trouble she might've caused. It is nice to meet you, though."

You smile a little, "Nice to meet you too, um..."

"Kinich," Ifa answers for you, "let's get going to the party already, yeah? I'm gettin' cold."

Kinich nods, and the four of you make your way to the actual party. Mualani excitedly chats your ear off, pressing her shoulder into yours and swinging her arms around animatedly. She reminded you a lot of Navia, if she was a bit more carefree. She was easy to talk to and more than eager to help you get around the party - she even mentioned setting aside a room for you if you got too overwhelmed. 'Comfort comes first!' she sang out.

You nearly take her up on the offer the second you step through the door. The heat of the bodies hits you immediately after the sound does, and you can smell the weed in the air. It's intense enough to make you lightheaded, but Ifa squeezes you close to his side, and it all melts away. It's not so bad, because Ifa is right here, excusing both of you to a more secluded corner and making sure you're okay. Always worrying about you.

"You sure you wanna do this," he asks, crowding your space, "all you have to do is say the word, bro."

"I know, bro. I want to, I just need a second to adjust... and... maybe a drink." You hum.

He smirks, "A drink I can do, too. Stay there lookin' pretty, I'll be right back."

You appreciate the sight of him walking away with a contented smile. From your little hidey-hole, you can see all the people. Some of them chatted, others dancing on each other, some playing drinking games, and a few a little too close to fucking each other raw over poor Mualani's couch. It's nice to have this vantage point, it allows you to take it all in instead of getting overstimulated like when Venti or Navia push you into everything at once. A drink in a quiet corner with Ifa was all you needed to warm up a little.

You feel your nerves melting away just from standing there, knowing he would be coming back. Knowing you would have a drink to steel your nerves soon. A light sigh leaves your lips, contentment sinking into your bones. You could drink, dance, and really let loose tonight with Ifa. That's just what you plan on doing, slutty little outfit giving you more confidence than you might normally have.

A low whistle near you seems to agree, turning your head to find none other than Venti. He looks tickled by your tiny skirt if the way his eyes stick to your legs says anything. He prances up to you with his usual grace, a cheeky grin lighting up his face.

"Didn't expect to see you here, Windblume," He chirps, taking Ifa's previous spot next to you.

The closeness is something you're all to used to with Venti, so you don't bat an eye when he presses his shoulder into yours. Nor when he takes a strand of your hair to twirl it between his fingers. His flirtiness was a part of his natural charm, after all, there wasn't anything to question with him. So you smile shyly at him.

"Me either, honestly." You admit.

He hums, "Thought you were too busy to party with me."

"I am busy," you defed.

"And sober," he jabs an elbow into your side, leaning in close, "want me to get something for ya. I know a real good combination that'll have you giggling in no time."

"Already got it covered," the very dry voice of Ifa responds for you.

He slides his arm around your shoulder, effectively walling Venti away from your face. He doesn't seem to take it too hard, shrugging and dipping around to keep his eyes on you. You roll your eyes at his antics, taking the red solo cup from Ifa who affixes an unfriendly look over your head on Venti.

"Ooo, who's this? Got yourself a little boyfriend now?" Venti teases lightly.

You fluster, feeling a little humiliated by the teasing, especially in front of Ifa. It strikes you now that Ifa really hasn't seen the way you interact with anyone other than himself and Ororon - occasionally Navia when he's lucky. Venti's flirty banter could come off the wrong way, and you don't want Ifa to get the wrong idea. It doesn't seem to matter though, because he quickly responds.

"Sure does. That a problem for you, dude?" He's more dry than usual, and it's lacking in humor.

Venti takes it in stride, "No! Of course not! Weird though, she hasn't mentioned you to me before."

Ifa scoffs, pressing you closer to his side, "She only sees you what, once or twice a week right? Not much you can say in so little time to someone who doesn't shut up."

You can feel the tension between them building way too fast for you to keep up with, so you swallow down whatever fruity concoction Ifa got for you quickly. Feeling more confident with the alcohol in your veins, you pop back into their conversation somewhere about responsibility and taking things seriously.

"Hey, y'know, I went to read your poem last night and there was nothing on the document," you suddenly voice, tearing through the tension, "I think it might've been deleted."

"Are you serious?" Venti asks, suddenly a little more serious.

You nod, "Yeah. It was totally blank when I looked."

"Shit." He spits out, "I gotta go check on it... it was nice to see you. I'll talk to you later?"

You nod adamantly, "I hope nothing happened, see you later!"

He nods, waving at you as he slowly melds into the sea of people toward the front door. You feel Ifa relax as he finally walks away, tossing back the rest of his drink with a sigh. You peer up at him and find he's already smiling knowingly down at you. He caught on fast.

"Are all your friends that insufferable," He asks, humor back in his tone like it never left.

You smile, "Nope. Venti's just good at getting under your skin. He's really nice, I promise."

"Oh, he wanted to get under something, alright..." He mumbles under his breath.

You tilt your head curiously, "What was that?"

"Nothin' darlin'," he sighs, "why don't we go find something fun to do. I'm aching to let loose, dance."

You nod excitedly, the buzz from your drink giving you the confidence you need as he tugs you out of the corner and to the dance floor. It's bodies on top of bodies, brushing against each other, heat emanating from every direction. Yet, all you can focus on is Ifa as he smiles at you like you're the only thing worth looking at. His hands keep themselves at your waist, despite how they twitch to be anywhere else.

He does a good job of it too, holding you with the respect that any young man should. It doesn't last long though, not when the song shifts to a much more upbeat one. An 'ass throwing' song, as Navia likes to say, and you can't help but agree with her now. Turning around to throw it back on Ifa, laughing when you see him visibly short-circuiting over your shoulder.

You're not sure what's going through his mind in the few seconds he's stun-locked, but when he starts reciprocating, grinding back into you you can get an idea. His hands slide up your sides and over your stomach, keeping you pressed tight into him. He's rock hard against you, and you can feel how soaked your panties have gotten. The skirt leaves little untouched by him, and you can tell he wants it all to be untouched by the way his fingers dance along the bottom of it, the other hand cusping your breast.

You feel electricity pressed up against him, feeling sinfully sexy with how he's all over you. When he leaned down to press his face into your neck, you knew the two of you were done for. It was just you and Ifa right now, and you're sure if he was more than tipsy he'd probably take you on the floor with all these people watching. You don't dare admit how much that turns you on.

Instead, he whispers in your ear, "Wanna go check out that room Mualani was talkin' 'bout?"

You don't respond, just turning and pushing him. He guides you around the house like second nature, pulling you up a flight of stairs and to a quiet corner of the house no one seems to bother visiting right now. The door to the bedroom creaks open, and he takes a second to make sure it's empty, before pulling you in.

His lips are on yours again so fast you nearly stumble to the floor, but he catches you by the small of your back and leverages that to deepen the kiss. You shove at his jacket frantically, sighing as his tongue presses into your mouth. It rolls along yours, playfully coaxing you to join in, only to fight when you finally do.

He doesn't break it until he's tugging your shirt off, then his. Only for a moment before he's back on you with a fury, determined to swallow you whole it seems. Your bra follows after this, and then his belt and jeans fall with a dull thud. As soon as they do, he's hauling you up into his arms, grasping your thighs like a lifeline as he carries you to the bed. You bounce a few times when he tosses you on it, looking down at you with unrestrained excitement.

You're not any different, swallowing up the contours of his abs happily. He looked like some kind of god like this, making your head spin from more than just the buzz you had. He seems to have a moment of clarity, leaning down to press his forehead against yours.

"You wanna do this? All you gotta say is-"

"Yes. God, please, you've been eye fucking me all night and I can't stand it anymore." you groan out.

He laughs, "Guilty as charged. Can you blame me though? This little skirt doesn't leave much to the imagination."

"That's the point, yeah." You snark back, earning you a warning squeeze on your thigh.

"Don't be nasty now, bro."

"Call me bro one more time and you're not getting any ever."

He nods, "Noted. Now... let's see what's goin' on down here..."

He crawls down your body with his lips, hands spreading you out like you were a delicious buffet made just for him. He smirks at the lacy panties, and more specifically at the very obvious wet spot staining the middle of them. You realize he hasn't taken your skirt off, staring at him like this, and go to do so, but he stops you. Eyes moving up to yours like a warning.

"That stays on. Got it, sweetness?" he warns lowly, and the words rush right to your aching pussy, clenching around nothing.

You nod stupidly, and he hums satisfied. Returning to the object of his interests. He thinks about it for a moment, eyes looking to yours, and then with a smirk, he leans down and licks a long stripe up your clothed entrance. Eyes locked on yours, making sure you're watching him like he wants. It draws a long whine out of you, and his smirk widens.

He leans down, mouth clasping around you and allowing his tongue to roll over your clothed folds. It's an oddly pleasant feeling, the wet lace pressing into you, leaving an imprint of it against you. He groans at the taste of you, vibrating through you to your core. It's not enough for either of you, which is why he quickly tugs your panties down your legs and delves right in again. He immediately searches for your clit, finding it with little effort and absolutely abusing the hell out of the little nub.

It's shockwave of pleasure after shockwave of pleasure, and it's only made worse when his sneaky fingers are suddenly pressing inside. Stretching you out for the main event. He moves them at a languid pace, pumping in and out of you with ease from how damn wet you'd become. Each pump is followed by a roll of his tongue, surrounding you with nothing but him and the pleasure he gave you. You were lightheaded in minutes, ready to fall apart at just a single word.

Yet, he pulled away right before he got to the good part, leaving you breathless and worked up. You whine at him, and he grins apologetically, though he doesn't seem that way.

"Sorry darlin', I wanna feel that when I'm inside you for real. You can understand that, can't you?" He purrs, annoyingly convincing for his cause.

He moves across the room, digging in his pants for something, sighing when he finds it. The little package glints in the light, and you realize it's a condom as he settles himself between your legs with his boxers gone. Why did he bring condoms with him, unless he planned to fuck you tonight, which was honestly kind of hot.

"You just carry condoms around with you," You ask.

He chuckles, "I do, yeah. I may not need 'em... usually... but my friends are some freaks. Gotta make sure they're not havin' kids at these parties, y'know."

You smirk, "You sure you weren't just planning on sleeping with me?"

"Well..." He hums, "I won't say I wasn't hoping for it."

"Got your wish then," you answer.

He smirks, "Damn right I did. You ready?"

He leans down over you, lacing your fingers together and pressing his forehead to yours. It's incredibly sweet the way he looks at you, gentle and loving, despite the fact he was about to fuck you. You nod, reciprocating the gestures.

"Squeeze my hand three times if you need me to stop, okay pretty?" He hums, and you nod again.

His other hand comes down to help ease himself into your sopping entrance. It's a stretch even with his earlier help, but that can't be stopped you suppose. Besides, he goes so slow and gives you all the time you need to adjust, so it's not so bad. It takes a bit before he is fully sheathed inside, but once he is, it's like you're in heaven. He fills you up so good, stuffed full and ready to have your world rocked by him with the pounding of the party music behind you.

One last check, a little squeeze of your fingers, and he finally moves. Small and shallow thrusts first, testing the waters, but they make you squirm nonetheless. When he is certain you are taking him well, his movements get deeper, and more meaningful in the way he moves against you. The brush of his cock inside your walls is dizzying, dragging along them at an easy pace making your head spin.

His fingers tighten around your hand, his other hand tapping along your hip like he's trying to distract himself. His usually lidded eyes have fallen impossibly lower, each breath looking like an impossible task for him. It's got you biting your lip, fingers tightening in his grip. He glances up at you, catching your shameless staring, and gives you a breathtaking smile.

"Enjoying the view?" He pants out, still keeping that same pace.

You nod, unable to focus on one part of his face, eyes darting from one to the other, then his lips down his chest and back again. Too much brain power to focus on one part of him when all of them look so good right now. It gets him to coo at you, hand sliding up your side in a slow and easy crawl until it cradles your jaw.

"Can't even focus, am I really that good?" He asks though you're in no state to answer and he knows it.

He leans down to kiss you before you can try and mumble something half-coherent out, swallowing the sounds as they die on your tongue. It dips in and out at the same pace he does, slow and deep, reaching further and further as if trying to imprint himself inside you. His free hand slides back down your body, giving your breast a playful squeeze on its way, and slides around your thigh. With no effort on his part, he lifts it up to wrap your leg around his waist. The new angle deepened his thrusts even more, pressing up against your sensitive walls relentlessly. Steady and firm and unshaken.

You keep yourself level by following the movements of his tongue, pressing against yours, encouraging you to keep up with him. He tastes like the fruity drink from earlier, with the slightest hint of something savory underneath. The alcohol was nothing against him, practically blackout on his taste alone. You might never drink again if this was the replacement. You bring your free hand up to his hair, running your fingers through his curly locks. They curl around your fingers, sinking you into him even further, temping you to get lost in him.

Each draw of his hips sent fire through your bones and every time they collided with yours you swear lightning struck your body. The pounding music only aids in making your head fuzzy, encouraging you to be as loud as you like against his lips. You moan and sigh and whine, just like he wants you to, eating up each sound with another swipe of his tongue. You think you might suffocate against his lips, but you don't mind that at all. It would be an honor to die smothered in his devotion, so much so that you whine when he begins to trail his lips away from yours.

Open-mouthed kisses tumble down your cheek, along your jawline, and right to the side of your throat. He nips at you playfully when you clench around him, having to take a second to groan against your skin when you clench even harder at the feeling. You're not sure how many marks he leaves in the heat of the moment, but it feels as though he means to leave no room to question what exactly you'd done tonight. What he'd done. What he was going to do.

He readjusted the hand he was holding, placing it around his neck and tapping three times as a reminder. Then it falls down in between the two of you, squeezing the fat of your thigh tightly. Leveraging himself up into a sitting position with its help, tugging you flush against him as soon as he's adjusted. The room is much cooler with him off of you, your nipples pebble along with your skin. You don't think when your hands come up to play with them, pulling and tweaking the sensitive buds to warm yourself up again. The effect it has on Ifa is a different story, eyes blown wide and watching you with nothing short of hunger.

"Shit, dude- fuck. I meant- goddamn... you're gonna kill me here, darlin'," He flusters for the second time that night.

You just roll your hips in response, unable to think of any clever comeback right now. All you want is for him to fuck you, and that's what you'll get, one way or another. He reciprocates with ease, once again using your thighs as leverage to fuck himself into you. The pace he sets is much more aggressive now, urgent like he couldn't wait much longer either.

His fingers sink into the plush of your thighs like dough, molding your mind and body with his dick. The heat from earlier is back with a vengeance, running through your whole body and pouring into your core like molten lava. The heat keeps rising and rising with every thrust, and deeper and deeper you fall into madness. The only thing on your mind is him, and it tumbles out of your lips like a mantra. Like a benevolent god, he listens and keeps giving you all you pray for. Pounding deeply within your core until the heat boils over, and you sob his name as the white-hot pleasure sends you tumbling into madness.

He follows after you, bending over you to suck one last purple hickey between your neck and your jaw, and then moans your name. Low and deep, rumbling between the two of you. He comes down first, pressing soft kisses into your neck as you float from your high, lightweight as a feather. You bask in the affection he gives you, sighing into the air, still thrumming from the party below you.

"Feel good?" He asks.

You nod, "I think I needed that."

He smirks into your skin, taking a second before responding, "I think I needed it too."

It takes a few moments for either of you to get up, basking in the warm glow of after-sex. Yet, the party still roars beneath you, reminding you that you are not at home and that to relax you would have to get home. However, with Navia there, it wouldn't be very relaxing - especially after she sees what you did to her skirt.

Ifa pulls himself up first, easing you into a sitting position as sweetly as he can. Quietly he dresses himself, collects your clothes, and helps you do the same. As best as he can, that is. He takes about three seconds to look at your panties before stuffing them in the pocket of his jeans. Your bra he does manage to get on, clipping the clasp together with little struggle thanks to his steady hands. Instead of bothering with your top, he simply zips you up in his jacket and shoves the thin piece of fabric into his other pocket. It's all an incredibly endearing show, ending when he pulls you up and tugs your skirt back down over your ass. Not that it matters when his jacket is longer than it was in the first place.

He knows the way out of the house, navigating the two of you through the crowd with ease, making sure he is positioned right behind you. Just in case. Certainly not to get another feel as he pushes you through the bodies. You almost feel bad for leaving without saying goodbye or having properly met his friends, but you know you'll get another chance to do so. Hopefully in a more calming setting.

He's quiet as he leads you back to his car, eyes focused on something off in the distance that you couldn't see. The quiet night air keeps you company instead, and the cool breeze cools your still-heated skin with kindness. It's sobering, hitting you all at once with the realization you just did the most cliche college act in the book, and it was amazing. Maybe not the best idea- scratch that, it was a really good idea, but maybe Ifa didn't agree? You couldn't tell with the way he was acting.

Quietly sitting down in his car, making sure you didn't ruin his seats as he drove you home. He still kisses your forehead before he takes off like all is well, but his grip is knuckle white on the steering wheel. He swallows hard every few minutes like whatever he's thinking about is difficult for him. Did he regret sleeping with you? It didn't seem like it while it was happening, but maybe being outside sobered him up and he realized what a huge mistake he made?

You shake your head, mentally scolding yourself for wallowing in self-pity. With a warm smile, you rest your hand on his arm, startling him out of his thoughts. He blinks a few times, seemingly shaking off whatever is on his mind, and smiles at you like the luckiest man alive.

"You alright... you seem... distracted?" You ask quietly.

He takes a moment to compose himself again, fingers tapping along the steering wheel as a distraction. He's holding himself back again, an unidentifiable tension that you weren't aware of standing between you and him. A moment of internal debate, before his shoulders finally relax and his hand comes to slip into yours like it was meant to.

"I have been dreaming of having sex with you since our first kiss," he admits brazenly, glancing at you a few times to gauge your reaction.

Reasonably, you're flustered at the admission, but you can't shame him. You'd had similar feelings for a while, but admitting them out loud was harder than it seemed. You admired that he could do it so easily, though. Finding his boldness charming more than startling.

You squeeze his hand, "Well... you're not alone in that."

He snorts, "Yeah, well, now that I've gotten a taste I dunno if I can stop. You've got me addicted from one taste."

You bite your lip, emboldened by his confidence, and slide his hand up your thigh. Resting it just below where his jacket ends, message more than obvious.

"No one said you had to stop," you hum, relishing in how his hand squeezes you so tightly, "it's healthy to treat yourself sometimes. You told me that, remember."

"I did, didn't I?" He hums, fingers crawling under your skirt once more, "I hope you don't mind my indulging just a little longer?"

You send him a suspicious look, “How much longer?”

"How about until someone gives us a noise complaint, hm?" he purrs.

Your eyebrows shoot up, he wanted to keeping going in his dorm?

"What about Ororon? Won't he-"

"Visiting his granny," he dismisses, "and don't worry about Cacucu, I sent him off with Ororon this weekend. Figured I'd be busy."

You can't believe how shameless he was, but you can't find it in yourself to be anything other than happy.

"Well then, I hope your neighbors don't mind missing a few hours of sleep tonight."

He hums, fingers finally right where they need to be, "They're really understanding, so don't worry too much about them."

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You had to go to great lengths to hide all the hickeys Ifa very intentionally left all over the most visible parts of your neck. His punishment was running to the drug store to buy you all the cheap color-correcting makeup you needed, but he didn't seem to be bothered by it. Not when he sighed so dreamily as he watched you struggle to cover up all his doing. Luckily, he got the cumstains out of Navia's skirt, so you could forgive him for that at least. You're not sure she'd even want it back anyway.

After nearly an hour of painstaking work, you've finally covered all the hickies you could see. Which was most of your neck, of course. You tie your messy hair up in a bun, not wanting to handle it any longer. He'd left you quite a mess, and you only had enough energy left to fix one of the several. Still, when he came up behind you to kiss you farewell before his 8am, you couldn't stay mad.

"You're gonna come to Puspa tonight, right? Mualani was thinking of stopping by with Kinich and some of our other friends," he asks, pressing his face against yours from behind.

You smile at him through the mirror, pressing your cheek closer to his, "Yeah, I can come. I still feel bad leaving like we did."

"Trust me, bro, they're not upset," he pulls back with that, leaning down to press one last kiss to the back of your neck, "stop by the library before lunch, too, Ororon wants to see you."

"I will," you call to him as he waltzes out the door.

From there, you go about your day as usual. Your first few classes are peaceful and quiet, with no one bothering you about anything. Monday is the only day Navia has no morning classes with you, so it's all nice and easy without her pestering for details every five minutes. It's not until you bump into Kazuha that things seem a little off. He has an uneasy smile on his face when he taps your shoulder from behind, but still wraps you in a hug like always when you do.

"Hey, it's my boyfriend!" You hum playfully.

He hums back, "I've missed you, my darling girlfriend. I heard you went to a party this weekend, did you have fun?"

There's a hidden question in his tone, and you know what it is, but you dismiss it. There's no way he of all people would know what you and Ifa did... all weekend unless Venti somehow found out, but you doubt it. He was really serious about the poem that you may or may not have lied about.

"Yeah! It was super fun, I met some cool new people and... and I really got to unwind!" You dance around the subject easily.

He doesn't push it, thank goodness, "That's great. You really push yourself too far sometimes, a good rest is what you deserve."

"Thanks, Kazuha." You're genuinely appreciative of it too. It's nice to hear him talk so positively of you, "I gotta get to my meeting with Kaveh, but take care, yeah!"

He smiles, waving you off, end with a, "Remember if you ever feel the need to unwind again, just call me next time!"

A little weird on the phrasing, especially considering what 'unwinding' meant to you, but... surely not. There's just no way! You dismiss it quickly as it comes, not wanting to relish on the thought and ruin your perfectly good day.

But then, Kaveh and Alhaitham are acting a bit... odd. You don't usually study with them, but Eula was busy this evening, and using study room five without her felt sacrilegious. So, you managed to convince Kaveh to do so during his free period, Alhaitham promising to stop by later once his class was out. Kaveh had been tense since you set your bag down, unable to really focus on his paper.

When Alhaitham comes in the behavior only gets odder, the older of the two immediately scolding him when he goes to ask you a question. They bicker back and forth about it for a moment, before Alhaitham drops it with a sigh. Weird, given how stubborn he was all the time. But he kept glancing at your neck, making you feel a little self-conscious. Had the makeup rubbed off? You told Ifa to get the good expensive stuff so it shouldn't have so easily.

You finally get your answer when Wriothesley and Navia come across you as you're heading to the library to meet with Ifa and Ororon. You hear Navia before you see her, gasping loudly like she'd seen something horribly scandalous. When you turn to them, you are surprised to find Wirothesley scowling at you. Or, more at your neck. Self consciously you place a hand at the back of your neck.

"Ohh, honey," Navia coos, rushing to your side, "why didn't you come and see me, I would've made sure you got all of them!"

Wriothesley, on the other hand, is as dry as ever, "Do I need to take care of someone for you, cause I most certainly can. Might cost you though."

"No, you don't... yet," you sigh, "is it bad."

Wriothesley nods, "Like someone tried to eat you."

"Well, at least I know why you didn't come home this weekend," Navia mumbles, "goodness, it really does look like he tried to eat you. Lemme help you cover it up."

You wave a hand at her, "No, no. I'll just hide it with my hair. Besides, I'm already late to meeting Ifa, and Childe's gonna throw a fit if I'm not at our regular table in fifteen."

She pouts as you brush past her, but doesn't push you any further. She had all night to do that anyway, so you'd get your scolding from her later.

Wriothesley sends you a smirk as you walk away, "Just say the word!"

"I'll let you know!" You call back, practically storming your way to the library.

Ifa smiles when he sees you, then frowns when he sees your hair. That bastard. You nearly rip him a new one, if not for the fact Ororon greets you before you can get to it. He is blissfully unaware of what his roommate had done on both sides of the room this weekend, and you think it's best kept that way. It does not stop you from glaring over at Ifa when Ororon isn't paying attention, though.

When he offers to walk you to the cafeteria, you take it as your opportunity to scold him like a mother would a child.

"Why didn't you tell me? I walked around like that all day. People probably think I'm a cheap whore," you whine.

He smirks, "You're a very pretty cheap whore."

"Ifa."

He holds his hands up, "I'm kidding, bro, I'm kidding. You're not a whore, you're the opposite actually."

"You're so insufferable," you roll your eyes, but you're not angry much anymore, "I don't get why you had to leave all these marks. It's like you like getting in trouble."

"Only with you," he remarks cheekily, quickly moving on to, "Besides, I gotta 'stake my claim on you' somehow."

You level a flat look on him, wholly unimpressed with his animal kingdom language, "That's the stupidest shit I've ever heard.

He smiles at you like he always does, wrapping an arm around your shoulder, "It's true though! You've always got a million eyes on you, if I don't leave my mark they'll think it's okay to take what's mine."

You raise an eyebrow, though your heart flutters in your chest, "What's yours?"

"That's what you are, right?" He leans in close, "You're mine, aren't you?"

You have to turn away to save face, tucking your hair behind your ear nervously. God he was so attractive, it wasn't fair.

"Guess I am," you answer simply.

"Good, just how I like it."

[tiredsmashbros]

SMG34: LIPBITE COMIC WIP UPDATE

oh boy... i know a bunch of folks are hyped for this comic... and boy oh boy are ya'll's prayers going to be heard... kind of... butt for the celebration milestone, and granted majority are from this comic, i thought it was best to give EVERYTHING that i have currently.

starting off STRONG with what you freaks most want: the completed pages. andddd yep that's it that all that i have done LMAO. i've been fixated on my own smg4 oc: tsb, and during the end of my summer was unfortunately fucked over by some personal issues that fortunately got resolved last minute good grief the anxiety prevented me from drawing the gays sigh... aNYWAYS LINEART WIPS!!!!

here are linearts i have completed / in the progress of!! want to aim like i did in the past by finishing up lineart first, and then speed through with color + minor rendering. the reason i have a few colored is to test out what it would look polished and my god... i have improved A LOT. THESE GAY PEOPLE GIVE POWER I AM NOT KIDDING BELIEVE ME IM NOT CRAY- anyways onto wip pages!

jumpscare: tsb stickman sketches. oh yeah. this is how i sketch and i blame sensei eiichiro oda /j. and in case anyone is unable to understand it {i don't blame u LMAO}, smg4 wakes up from the dream and is startled to see mario by his bed. they have a short convo before mario leaves, and we get a job to smg4 in the bathroom trying to put up a brave face. until the moment he leaves he's stunned due to seeing smg3 at his front door. will i elaborate more on specifics or unwritten dialogue? NOPE! gotta keep secrets to make it even more enjoyable at the end!!

currently at 13 sketched pages total, but this is probably gonna be reaching towards 20-ish pages, surpassing part two, but it will depend on how i come up with how to end it. additionally to confirm there will be a PART FOUR / chapter 3, to end this story. my goal is to have it done before i finish my senior year, or at least during the summer after i graduate bc good lord who knows whats gonna happen.

and lastly, before i end this crazy update, SCRAPPED PAGESSS!!!!!

CONTENT WARNING : NSFW SKETCHES !!!! PLEASE LOOK AWAY IF YOU ARE A MINOR OR DON'T LIKE THIS TYPE OF STUFF!!!

oh boy... dont draw comics while sleep-deprived at 6am... idek what i was even aiming with this ngl other than just for fun, but i scrapped it due to not being what i had in mind for the story. if it doesn't serve a purpose or narrative, its bye bye YEAH BYE BYE THIS IS THE CLOSEST NSFW UR GONNA GET FROM ME HAHAHAHAHA- i say that despite writing a nsfw jojo wattpad smh im only confident doing it in words good lord. btw not watermarking these bc i gen don't care since they're legit scrapped {left top part was kept and completed} so idk what to do with these. im just throwing it and walkin away

now to end with this update, i can hear your question, "when will this be done?" and to answer that question: i'm not entirely sure due to my heavy focus on my smg4 oc: tsb, but my best chance is postponing my oc lore a bit and complete this before november UOIYGJDSIUHJKDWSXYUGHJKCS but we shall have too see...

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thurs: smg34 is canon in the tsb universe / au. though most of their encounters are platonic or best-friendy-way, they eventually express their feelings to one another and start dating 3/4’s way of the tsb storyline arc. tsb is a supporter of his friend's relationship and admires and takes inspiration from their relationship heavily to input his future love life. yearning to be in a similar position... to learn what is to really love someone... or what it's truly like to be loved...

[particlewaveform]

okok i think we should revisit Human Error VOY 7x18 with the added context that seven of nine is a lesbian now. its all about the trauma of being a borg n pushing all that down to play pretend Im Totally A Normal Human Now Im Coping! girl sees herself as the monster in the mirror and IMMEDIATELY throws herself into the most fake comphet relationship she could find - she even literally choose chakotay, calling him "an appropriate choice", like how as a kid ur classmates keep pesting you for your crush so you "choose" a boy to crush on. clearly the words of someone who hasnt 4d chessed her way into Correct Feelings. i, like many of us im sure, think the chakotay/seven romance is badly written but if we consider it instead as repressed seven trying to shove herself into a human mould amigara fault style it gets *chefs kiss*

Chakotay is Safe and Appropriate and often seen as an emotional and moral guide so who better to project "how to be a good human" onto. she doesnt even really see him as HIM this episode and hes mainly there to fufill a loving role - he never talks about himself or expresses anything of his history like he often does with janeway - hes here only as an extension of seven! they do HER hobbies, cooking and piano! he lavishes affection on HER just to lavish it! he is a ken doll for her to try out romance on essentially.

i also think its so telling especially when in the holodeck shes made up so femininely, hair flowing, makeup, tight revealing dresses, fitting herself into this Ideal of what she "should" be to be a Good and Upstanding Human - shes removed all her implants!!!! all the monster and trauma she has!!!!!!!!!

something something gays identifying with monsters something horrible is inside u that will rip n tear its way out smth smmth idk but i think we need to collectively cook with this

[ckret2]

I'm still spending this evening making various Aku-related posts and I talked about the Action Pack comics already so I'm gonna talk about the actually good IDW comics now.

First, THE most important detail in the comics:

I said a while ago that I think Aku likes trees but I stopped short of headcanoning that he actually, like, cares for any plants. I felt like actually voluntarily nurturing a living thing for fun was pushing the outer bounds of what his Made Of Pure Evil personality allows for.

But if the comics says it's canon? fine by ME! Aku's into bonsai. Which is actually the perfect gardening activity for him, since it's basically artistically torturing an imprisoned tree.

I don't think he could handle, like, a terrarium, though. If there were living animals/bugs in with his plants he would be constantly fighting the urge to squash and slaughter them all even though he KNOWS they're good for the plants. He knows! But it feels so WRONG not to kill them. It goes against all his morals.

And the OTHER most important detail in the comics:

(the number is spelled googolplex but whatever im not mad)

aku... aku, why is that the reward ur offering.

like there are three possibilities here:

1) enough people consider aku desirable (or at least have a reason to want to spend time with him) that this actually is a reward that might help motivate people;

2) aku is NOT that desired but he thinks he is and is totally sure that the dinner date is gonna motivate people; or

3) nobody wants him, aku knows nobody wants him, but like,, he's lonely, so he tacked on the date to the hilariously huge cash reward so people can't say no. The dinner date and the cash prize bigger than any number that can be rendered in this universe are a package deal. don't you WANT to be rich enough to break reality?? three hours with aku. you can pick the restaurant.

In my heart, I feel like it's #3. Aku radiates "chronically unloved but like it doesn't bother him it's fine he doesn't mind" energy, with the sincerity of that "it doesn't bother him" varying depending on how you feel like interpreting him. Which would have to mean he's not desired enough to have found out about it, and he doesn't assume he's desired. he's got an ego, but I think he has a very strong dividing line between "i'm wonderful" and "people think i'm wonderful." nobody thinks he's wonderful; they think he's the worst, because he's THE BEST at being the worst.

it could be a mix of #3 and #1; like, he assumes nobody actually wants a date with him, but a lot of people would want him as a captive audience for a few hours (to make him read their resume and try to score a cushy government job, or to plea for their loved ones' release from the pit of hate, whatever), so he threw "and I'll let you talk to me for a few hours" in as a reward and framed it as a date because it makes him feel better.

anyway i wish someone had collected that bounty. i wanna see that date. i bet aku wouldn't even shrink down for it. he'd be sitting there 100 feet over his date & the table while they crane their neck up at him.

fellas is it gay to throw your nemesis into a time portal and then wait with bated breath and infinite patience for him to arrive into your future so your revenge can be complete?

I mean... you're waiting on a man

(no but this dialogue makes it sound like aku spent a lotta time thinking about & anticipating jack's arrival. which is an interesting interpretation. I'd always seen him as like... okay he threw jack into the future because that was a problem he wanted to deal with Later. and so he put it out of his mind until Later. he wasn't particularly eager for it, killing jack was just a chore he had to do. the idea that he was practically salivating at the thought of getting his hands on jack again so he could tear him apart is intriguing.)

I know his fortress teleports in canon, but I think "teleports every 30 days" is lore specific to the comic. I embrace it and "he just picks up temp workers for a month" as fully canon. dunno about the idea that his fortress houses a merch factory though. not as much a fan of that.

I like this because like, Aku's repeatedly called a "wizard" but he doesn't often do much wizardy stuff. He seems to function much more like a creature with superpowers. "Wizard" implies skill—you've got to study and learn stuff.

Aku's very sedentary. He seems to mainly sit around in his fortress, wait for people to come to him, and send people out to obey his orders. So hearing about him doing stuff—going out, treasure hunting, studying magical artifacts, gaining new knowledge!—is an interesting rarity. Was he more adventurous when he was younger, I wonder, when he still hadn't finished conquering Earth, or when he wasn't yet fully settled into the role of ruler? Is he so sedentary now because he's already been there, done that? Or was that always part of his nature and he only drags himself outside to do stuff when he feels it's absolutely necessary?

also this is the most ridiculous thing aku's ever done

[deadchannelradio]

what is ur batman comic recs for people who haven’t read a lot?

specifically your favourites or good runs to get the best characterisations as well

oh love i'll be real i too am a comic casual ive not read overmuch thus far and have p much only read for the batgang + midnighter (+now some manhunter i guess). i just have a boyfriend who has read a Lot of comics and i really love to listen to him talk. from what i've read i would read:

a death in the family for jason as robin, as well as the joker, the man who stopped laughing, and under the red hood for how he is currently as the red hood. these should both be required reading if youre going to speak about jason todd.

the 90's nightwing run that devin grayson had a big part in though i am sorry to say i don't remember What Issues Specifically i read, i just jumped in at something near the beginning if not at the beginning- you get a really good grip on dickie g this way- i stopped reading it sometime around/after chemo bc a lot of the times big long runs like that fail to keep my interest lol

batman and robin year one, batman year zero, and batgirl year one are good ones for the original triad. Batgirl (2000s) is pretty great for cass. i read bruce wayne: murderer and bruce wayne: fugitive bc it started popping up in batgirl and it also is pretty good for bruce wayne characterization as well as everyone else as a group. You CAN read no mans land if you want but it's long and stupid even if it is occasionally quite compelling.

i've started robin (1993) which is good for tim characterization as well as batman: the knight, which is early bruce wayne lore and ALSO gets you ghostmaker my beloved.

im sure other people have significantly better reading lists for every single character. i am once again a comic Casual and this is just stuff that i've read or started.

after you read all this nonsense you should read grayson (2015) because it's god-awful and you get to see dick at his worst/get to meet midnighter/get to see him screaming I LIKE BEING TIED UP as he fights a man he totally had gay sex with. or you can do what i did and read it as your very first comic. really you can start anywhere.

whatever you should choose i hope you'll enjoy it! i have read almost all of these on this website, which i have found to be exceptionally navigable

under the cut is the sweet boyfriends jtodd reading list, bc i have it to hand

Good jtodd Robins: Nightwing Year One #101–106 (2005) Batman: the Cult (1988) Batman #408-#426 (1987-1989) Detective Comics #568-#582 (1986-1987)

AND ofc death in the family: A Death in the Family (1988-1989)

things after his death that I find relevant even though they are not Jason centric: New Teen Titans #55 (dick finds out) Nightwing #10 (1997) (hallucijason) Batman: Gotham Knights #16 (2001) (ghost Jason in Bruce's dreams)

RED HOOD BABEY: Red Hood: The Lost Days (2010) (DO NOT READ THE LAST FEW PAGES OF THE LAST ISSUE) (DISREGARD THEM) (NEVER HAPPENED) Batman: Under the Red Hood trade / Batman #635-641, 645-650 (2005-2006)

[rowenasdarling]

fellas is it gay if two tall guys and a sexy little redhead come into ur place of work asking to see ur witch trial artefacts and they ask if they can take this one brooch that supposedly belonged to a tried witch and u say uhhhhh i can’t really give collection items away ??? but i can open it up and let u get a closer look i guess and then u open the cabinet and pick it up and then u almost die bc turns out the thing is cursed!! and the curse basically makes u catatonic but in ur mind ur being tortured!! and then the sexy redhead has to remove the curse. and then u wake up in the two tall guys’ bunker with the sexy redhead — who u now learn is a witch — magically pulling the remnants of the curse from u and u are scared and confused. and also so tired and u need to rest so ur gonna stay there for a few days until they can all be sure that ur fully curse-free. but ur scared and u kind of latch on to the sexy redhead (witch) bc she fixed u so u have imprinted on her like a baby bird and now she feels like safety to u. and also she is very pretty and she hums to u when u can’t sleep from the nightmares. she learns more about u while she’s watching over u and u mention being so scared and lonely and how it’s been so long since someone was affectionate with u and she holds ur hand and u look at her with big pathetic wet eyes. that night when u can’t sleep u go looking for her and she says u can sleep in her room if it helps. so u share her bed and hold her hand and u wake up the next morning kinda leaning on her shoulder but she doesn’t mind. then the next night she looks at u expectantly and is like “well are ye comin’?” and apparently ur just rooming with her now. as friends. and so u get in bed with her and it’s a bit more snuggly this time and u get a proper cuddle — AS FRIENDS!!! — and this carries on until ur supposed to be going home again but really u don’t have anything to go back to and holy shit this library in here needs cataloguing so bad… and the tall guys say well u can stay if u like we don’t mind we could use a helping hand with all this stuff… so u stay and months pass and u still keep in touch with the sexy redhead (witch) via text and see her whenever she comes in to help with stuff. and if she stays over u always sneak into her room to catch up bc u miss her when she’s gone. and one night u get talking about things and u say it’s just been so long since u had any intimacy with another person and ur so so lonely. she asks why u don’t just pick someone up at a bar, u tell her it’s not ur style and ur so frightened of strangers. she simpers and says it just breaks her heart to see a sweet wee thing like u going all unappreciated. u kind of accidentally kiss her and then wanna perish about it but she says it’s fine and she doesn’t mind and she’s happy to offer some comfort that way if u need it. so u do. so then ur friends but when she’s around u sleep in her bed and snuggle with her and kiss her and have sex with her — AS FRIENDS!!!!!!!! — and it’s all nice. it’s really nice. in fact it’s so nice that now u think about her all the time. and ur laying with her one night in the afterglow just looking at her pretty face and it suddenly occurs to u that u adore her. ur totally in love with her. and u freak the fuck out about it and hyperventilate and cry but she calms u down and asks what the problem is and u just can’t lie to her so u tell her. i love you i’m sorry. and her brows furrow and she says “what?” and u say i’m sorry i didn’t mean to but i love you. and she stares for a moment. her mouth opens like she’s gonna speak but then she doesn’t. and ur so scared bc u probably ruined everything. but then she exhales softly and smiles. “i wondered when you were going to catch up”.

[lestcat-de-lioncourt]

People are saying it's like watching paint dry with Louis and the Brad Pitt vs. Jacob in Interview With The Vampire, yes, because they cast roles for appearance and not to harness their full specialist potential. That was often as happy second.

It wasn't a character he could clearly do, a genre. There's loads of other material he's much better at. This is where casting just a cis white straight guy for his "looks" can stunt a performance.

Now, wild, Hollywood branches out to us minorities, who have grovelled in the dirt to tone our talents, who really want this, and not a person who is beautiful, with a lacklustre for the topic, the genre, it's not their Thing, they are a PERSON with their own interests, wow beautiful, okay, actually, "I really love Aerodynamics and I'm gadd awful at acting" kinda person, in fact, but.. yeah...

Hollywood: "ur prety so u must."

And all that.

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Can you see where I'm coming from?

The act of acting has been lost in portion, due to film, ONLY, because people can fall back on the outtakes, which, makes it so much more accessible and I love that too, but, drumming out an acted, ingrained performance, if you will, is something else.

It's safer this way, so we don't get too hung out by the character we play to the point it becomes reality, I know, but still. People love to say they pick actors PERFECT for the portrayal, but they just look like the character/same skin colour as the character/gender as the character.

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If you cared that much, why not get a person that totally encapsulated the character, and make them look like you envisioned?

It's complex, for sure, but, please, why cut corners for just the standard beauty trope at the time, the biggest names, and so on. I know you gotta sell. But..

It's all a building process though.

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I would've said, just to make sure queer fiction managed to get the limelight it mutually deserves, but, I can't even go with that because it paints Lestat as a nasty scary queer guy who's after all yo' partners in IWTV(1994), and at the time of when it came out, was quite a remarkable thing in many ways.

Troped up as "gays are monsters" and, so on, ignoring all the straight vampiric action, many wish to see, 24/7, is what it also developed a presentation of.

But now the being a "vampire" is normalised to the point where we can have "why are all these vampires gay in this series, ugh?" On YouTube coming up, even for me, we can accurately spread our wings, playing queer monsters, without, y'know, the witch hunt cult actually treating us like one just for being born.

[ca-suffit]

im sorry your takes are generally pretty great and i appreciate the space you make in fandom but i find the dismissal around lestat's queerness to be diminishing.

louis is a fantastic gay character and u r right about how he represents his queerness which is fabulously. he is mother he is fashion he is wife, a lot, and lestat is a lot more masc in aspects of their dynamic. louis also struggles with it, had internalized homophobia, and his relationship to his sexuality is fraught. now you can have that complexity and still be a "gay icon" sure but what i see here is a gay man existing. not every gay man existing has to be ~iconic~. louis is working on himself.

lestat is a different person and is going out there to make a mark on culture actively, regardless of why. he's not putting on a dress for five seconds (which btw was still pretty impactful in context but ok), he is being meaningfully gnc and making art. this is what queer culture is. it's frustrating to see this element diminished like it's just a meme or a bunch of people being thirsty.

im all for critiquing fandom being weirdos about it but i think the showrunners are doing something spectacular and pretending like fans are making lestat into something he is not just isn't the vibe.

reading this made me realize that I left out a sentence in this ask, so it did come off differently than I intended. I'd meant to say there's already been a lot of exploration of characters / ppl like lestat, but there's never been a character like louis before. I wasn't rly ever talking about lestat's queerness itself, I was talking about how he's prioritized bcuz he's white.

if u personally identity with him in this then that's ur right to, obviously. no group is a monolith and I was never trying to say one way is more "right" than the other. I rly do apologize if it came across like that, cuz I can see why it did.

"he's not putting on a dress for five seconds (which btw was still pretty impactful in context but ok)"

I don't rly know what u mean here bcuz within the show, nobody comments on the dress. ppl react to the baby but everything we know of the dress otherwise was only revealed by carol cutshall bts. I don't know what impact ur meaning here. to the tv audience, sure, but the NOLA audience?? or is it the fact he designed it in the first place.

tbh the thing I most noticed was that once again a white, european immigrant got to be center stage in an event that louis, as a black, louisiana native, isn't (like the card game lestat already had a place at more favored than louis earlier in S1). he also was able to wear that dress in public without public scorn (being european prbly helped here too, he's "other'd" but not the same way as louis is "other'd" for being black), which is something louis could never have done and actually survived at all. it's not that lestat doesn't experience homophobia otherwise, but he's still got a lot more room to confront it than louis, claudia, or armand would have, as ppl who would be confronting homophobia *and* racism with no access to white privilege (claudia literally dies in the same hour we see lestat confront a homophobe otherwise on his and louis' behalf and "win").

idk what they're going to explore for S3 yet, but what we've seen so far is....not that deep tbh. it's not even especially "queer." we're aware he is so we know it is, but straight men have worn makeup and flashy outfits and done homoerotic shit as musicians before too. very often. nothing we've seen from lestat so far has been pushing any boundary as a queer artist or making any kind of statement. I'm not trying to sound like a total bitch here, but a lot of what ur saying is pushing this white fandom agenda of the "importance" of so much that any white, queer character does that....just isn't. lestat's image and sound is taking a lot from other ppl in real music history who *were* doing groundbreaking things at the time, straight or not, but what he's doing is just wearing it as a costume rn. his lyrics even say "I'm an actor / in my makeup." like I said, S3 in full will bring more to the table, obviously, but for what we've seen so far....this hasn't said anything in any objective way that's "deep." u can still like it and identity with it, but idk how u'd argue that it's doing anything tbh. ur welcome to do it tho, I'm not trying to shut down the conversation here. I'm just giving my perspective. I *do* actually think this is stuff we should talk about exactly *bcuz* fandom rides so hard for it all the time. it should be explored why that is, what's the logic behind it. I rly am interested.

edit: wanted to add too that p much everyone we see in this show is queer and creative so literally why is nobody ever saying all this about louis' photography, claudia's acting and interest in fashion (or her general observations on the world thru so many diaries that are referenced in multiple ways as she's not around anymore to speak otherwise), armand's theatre work, madeleine's dressmaking. that's usually why ppl comment on lestat, bcuz he's the most noticed and praised but he's literally not the only one doing it at all.

[kalied0skull]

Grease Au lore dump sorry if this is annoying 😨😨😱😱

So like the parent au you want to know about….kicks feet and giggles and sits pretty…..

Ponyboy and Cathy sorta just kept dating after TWTTIN, Cathy and him got married at 19!!! (Ponyboy REALLY took Soda wanting to marry at heart.), and they had theorist, and only kid a year later at 20, Pony did still go to college by that time, it was his last year for a bachelors since he started at 17, due to skipping a grade, he’d got a decent amount writing for Newspapers and journalism and all that jazz, Cathy was in her second year getting a degree in education. Pony spend a big chunk of time taking care of their daughter so did Cathy, both wanted to do it with minimal help, they did end using Darry’s offers quiet alot in the end until Pony finsihed his last year. Their daughter’s name was Clementine. And god, she looked EXACTLY like Ponyboy, Cathy had joked about how she was jealous since she was like a mini-me of him.

And then….JINGLE JANGLE STEVEPOP!!! OOOOO YOU’RE FAV!!!!

Steve had cowboy with Evie at 20, things had gotten decently rough by then in their relationship and they broke it off. A year later Sodapop most recent short-term girlfriend had a baby, ACTUALLY his this time, Chevrolet. They’d broken it off, right after though. Evie did see Cowboy sometimes, Sodas girlfriend kinda just didn’t care. They’d sorta decided to raise them together as brothers, give them sorta two parents in a way “just as friends!!” Sure guys…(they both did not feel like just friends.), obviously it was a trick explains what it TOTALLY wasn’t gay to all the teachers or daycare workers. Mostly it was to convince themselves. Anyways, Urgh they were actually babies, Chevrolet was a PURE daddy’s girl to Soda, and Soda LOVED it. He loved her more the the world. Same with Cowboy, but it was though cus Steve didn’t have a good relationship with his own father. Darry visited sometimes.

Darry didn’t have any kids, he didn’t want any. Not after taking care of Pony and even if only for four years, four years was too much for him to want to do it all again willingly. He didn’t mind watching the others kids though. He still had even if still just a brother, the parental almost, overwhelming worry out of Ponyboy. And his undying love for both him and Soda.

Twobit and Marcia got married at 22, and had their kid, Minnie. It was good, happy, Twobit had stopped drinking as much due to Marcia and his daughter now. They did end up having a kid a few years later called Mikey, Twobit had watched them while Marcie worked. He was the happiest ever….

Heh…..I also have lots of angst for some of them but….heh……I’m jingling that over you’re head

i kept forgetting to reply to this because i just kept reading it over and wailing and sobbing and losing it but here i am looking at my inbox and emptying it

grabs at the jingles and jangles GRGAGRGRHHH

this is such good food grease I'm absolutely eating everything also CATHY MENTION ?!!

steve & soda both having kids and raising them together is the most yuricoded thing I've ever seen a yaoi ship do /vpos

absolutely obsessed with this au already and i NEED that angst right NEOW 💥

(take ur time to cook of course mootie)

[r3dkn0ts]

I'm somewhat curious because everyone has their own perception of killers in dbd before they came into the realm. Out of all your faves (like Caleb, Tarhos, Billy ect..) do you think any of them are still....well virgins?? Most of them were either too focused on revenge and bloodshed to even think about ass or coochie (lookin right at you slinger also I LOVE UR BLOG SM)

I have other stuff in the drafts I'm working on atm ( do not worry followers! it will be posted! eventually! ) but Man this just. rattled my brain so hard that I had to start writing Immediately

I'm just gonna pick the guys you listed or else I'd be rambling way too much and also idk what the hell to categorize this as so ummmmm just putting it under the cut. I guess these are more like character studies than anything?

SEXUAL HEADCANONS FOR THE DBD KILLERS Featuring Caleb Quinn, Tarhos Kovács, and Max Thompson Jr.

Themes: Smut, smut, and a little bit of fluff at the end. Honestly, what did you expect? Warnings: Mentions of canon-typical violence

The Deathslinger / Caleb Quinn - I'd imagine Caleb is around his mid-to-late 60s ( if you don't think too hard about the time-fuckery that is the Entity's Realm ), so the man definitely has some years under his belt. - When it comes to sex, though, he might've fooled around with one or two folks in his younger days. Like most other cowpoke of his time, he didn't really care what gender he was laying down with. - Yes, I am saying that Caleb is pansexual. All cowboys are at least a little bit gay. I don't make the rules. - He definitely didn't see any action after nearly killing Bayshore and being stuck in a penitentiary for 15 years straight, that's for sure. - Plus, there's no good reason to be horny in a place like that. - That being said, he knows the basics and maybe a trick here or there, so he's not a total buffoon, but he's not a floozy either.

The Knight / Tarhos Kovács - Being taken from his home and put into slavery at such a young age, he didn't exactly have a normal childhood. - Tarhos didn't have the time to be concerned with anything remotely romantic or sexual, constantly going on campaigns with his men and killing everyone that stood in their way. - He would never admit it to anyone, even himself, but this man is so touch-starved and needy that just hugging him would probably give him a boner as stiff as his claymore. - Tarhos tries to ignore sexual urges until they go away, but that doesn't always work, so he might have to rub one out once in a while. He feels guilty about it every time. - Yeah, he's a virgin. No experience at all.

The Hillbilly / Max Thompson Jr. - Oh, this poor boy. We all know his story by now. It's pretty obvious that he never had any physical contact, much less that of a romantic or sexual nature. - Back in his time, television shows weren't nearly as scandalous as nowadays. There was no way of accessing pornographic material unless you got special magazines, which he of course never did. - Going through puberty, he would feel strange and uncomfortable, just trying to ignore the weird feelings he had. It made him want to crawl out of his own skin. - Those habits stuck with him into his adulthood, constantly fighting his own body and trying anything to get the strange feelings to go away. Eventually, he figured out that friction was the easiest method. - You could say he's "innocent", but I prefer "clueless". - If someone were to truly earn his trust and explain to him what erections, masturbation, and sex are, he'd get super flustered and cover his face in shame. - His first time would need to be slow and more of a tutorial than anything else. Dude's probably gonna cum as soon as a hand touches him. Just be patient.

[fanaticmorelikefantastic]

What are your thoughts on yuka and their gender and sexuality? Cuz in the early chapters they seem to align themselves somewhat with being as a gay man who dresses like a woman because of the conversation in chapter 6, after Yatora goes to the museum with Hashida and Yotasuke.

Yatora: "...Did you tell him you're a guy?"

Yuka: "I did."

Yatora: "...Right. I mean, anyone would be suprised if they found out someone they thought were a girl was actually a guy in drag."

Yuka: "I know that."

Yatora: "...Well, I dunno... at least he hugged you in the end. That's good, isn't it?" (I also want to mention how he seems to pause while talking about this. I always had mixed thoughts on Yatora referring to Yuka as Ryuji ((and also because in the first chapter they ask him not to call them by that name)) and he/him pronouns because I wasn't entirely sure on Yuka's own identity)

Yuka bursts into tears and sobbing: "Are you kidding me...? It's awful! Ahh! It's the absolute worst! He never would have done that to a girl!"

(Skipping some dialogue) Yuka: "He hugged me and was like: 'I'm... normal. You understand, don't you?'"

This part of the conversation is so interesting to me because it's starts to mislead you into thinking Yuka is a boy before hitting you with this:

Yatora: "... With your good looks, you'd have better luck dressed as a guy. You're already popular with the girls..."

Yuka: "I guess. But if I have to be whatever society's definition of "acceptable" is... I would die."

Like this is so unbelievably trans coded and shows clearly that they have a discomfort of being masculine but they still identify with label of "man" from this line:

"Is it really that strange to want to wear women's clothing? Is there somethinf not normal about wanting to look cute? To look pretty? What's not normal for a man to wanting another man?"

I want to also point out how Yuka seems to align socially with being a transwoman. They seem to know where they stand in line with cis girls because they see Yuka as a prince because they understand "a woman's mind" and do not see girls in a sexual way. They even answer Yatora's question on why girls like them. It's because they're in that area of being just a girl enough to share things like they would with other girls but also something alien to share things they wouldn't share with other women. It's almost like the western stereotype of the gay bestfriend? Haha I don't know if that makes sense.

I know the dub is like dubiously canon but I like how Yuka says "Maybe my love is the only thing that can protect me." Like it refers to their romantic love but also love for themselves and how they express their gender through being feminine. But it also opens a new avenue on their love and expression being almost like a defense mechanism to protect them.

Eventually we see Yuka working as a hostess and being referred to as Yuka-chan and she/her. They're using their looks to pay the bills and leaning further more feminine.

Eventually in the manga they switch from ore (masculine) to atashi (feminine).

Chapter 18

Sorry if this makes like noooo sense I had a lot of stuff I wanted to bring up for this question but it's almost 5am for me and I have a dentist appointment later today LOLL but if you do answer this I'll probably be in your reblogs with the others points I wanted to discuss and ask you about sorry for yapping in ur inbox

No no I totally get it! Yuka is a really interesting character and at least in my opinion Yuka is a man. WAIT WAIT WAIT STAY WITH ME (I'll keep saying they for this post tho!)

I feel like the point if their character is to challenge the idea of traditional gender in the sense of what 'women' wear or what 'men' wear. In Yuka and Yatora's conversation while drawing their nudes, they mention the girl that they always loved. Yatora comments on how they previously confessed to a guy and Yuka expresses that he does also like men, after all that'd make sense with how they look. They dress like a 'woman', so they need to act and love like a woman 'should'. The exact quote would be "If I only liked men, that would've been easy to make sense of" Yatora retorts, saying that it's not understanding if Yuka is forcing themself into a box so other people can understand them easier. This conversation is what shifted my perspective of Yuka from a trans woman to something a little more complicated. I don't claim to know the plights of a trans woman as I'm a boring cis loser, but I do feel that although there is complication and nuance to being transfem, this is slightly different.

It was a little earlier than the conversation I referenced (I think it was during the one you were talking about) that Yuka expresses a level of discomfort in being accepted as a 'girl' by the girls at school. They say they understand and can portray feminine emotion, but they don't claim them. They say those emotions aren't theirs.

These two conversations lead me personally to believe that Yuka stands as a criticism of gender roles in relation to clothes and behavior in society. Who gets to say what is masculine and feminine? Who has the right? If I wear a dress and speak in a high pitch voice and YOU think that's a feminine thing to do does that make me a woman? If I wear short hair and pants does that make me a man? Why does your perception of my actions and behaviors have to define who I am when I'm not you? Small penises and wearing skirts and kissing other men used to be masculine too. Society's views of what counts as being masculine or feminine are arbitrary and stupid. There is no real definition for it and there never will be. If you feel most masculine in a skirt and mascara, hell yeah brother. If you feel most feminine in a buzz and baseball shirt, hell yeah sister.

I started rambling for a second (sorry) but in conclusion, much later in the story, when Yatora is working at the host club, for like, one panel when Yuka is dealing with that annoying customer, they ask if he's making a pass at them, to which he replys, "no, men don't do it for me." To me at least, this feels indicitive of Yuka expressing their manliness with femininity, but I feel that Yuka's gender is ambiguous on purpose. I think for them at least the reader is supposed to get an understanding of the confines of specific gender identification and the impact society has on how people express their gender and sexuality, so the reader can make their own informed conclusion. Mine personally is that they're a bi (possibly pan tbh) fem presenting man.

(Also in reference to the name change I feel that it's more of a cutting away from who their parents define them as and carving their own identity for themselves. There is a trend of this happening among cis women in China lately too.)

[illusivewritings]

distanced - yoru x reader

chapter 1.5: have you heard?

distanced masterlist | ch1 | ch1.5 | ch2

synopsis: just a filler chapter, kinda? i mean there is lore... ahaha. mostly in format of the characters texting, regular writing format later on. the friends talk amongst themselves about their newcomer, and what could possibly be of speculation?

warnings: fem!reader, artist!reader, modern au, college au, cursing, mutual pining, yearning, yoru may be ooc, maybe everyone is ooc tbh, nerds yapping, heartbreak mention, eventual 18+ content, long distance relationship, online setting, intentionally lowercase

a/n: i wrote half of this this while at work… i have yoru brainrot… also if u can guess who y/n’s ex is i’ll give u a cookie :p hint: he’s a fairly popular agent, i think. has great fashion sense too ;3 anyway, i hope u lovelies enjoy!!!

## fic below the cut! ##

cloverfly

hey, jett? reckon we can have a chat about your little friend?

jettstorm

yea sure what’s up

don’t tell me u get bad vibes from her i’ll burst into tears vro

she’s my best friend clove i promise she’s awesome

cloverfly

XD what? no not at all!

i find her quite charming, her skye and i were in the art channel showing each other our stuff last night

jettstorm

oh, phew okay 😅😅 i’m glad to hear that!!!

so then what’s up??

cloverfly

i just wanted to kinda ask if you could… idk, give star a heads up about yoru?

especially after the fiasco between him and skye?

she and i had talked about it in private, and decided i’d dm you

jettstorm

oh yeah

bro can i be honest

skye coming out as a lesbian fr saved her because WHAT was bro thinking cheating on her like that 😭😭

LIKE SKYE IS GORGEOUS???

i love the guy as a friend but wow is he a shitty partner

even if skye and him ended on ok-ish terms…

as okay as it can be for her to come out as gay and boom it turned out he cheated anyway 💀

cloverfly

that’s exactly why i want you to warn star

i was lowkey doing some stalking last night because i’m nosy

jettstorm

wtf do u mean 🥀

cloverfly

ohh you knoowww…

i just saw on val they were in a party together until… like really late last night in ur timezones i think

jettstorm

what ! 😀

cloverfly

yeah, look at his alt’s career history and hers 😭 they were playing for a good while

again, maybe he was just teaching her but

idk i just don’t trust the guy, esp with a new girl

i mean, also considering his background

jettstorm

yeah ur right :/

i’m gonna go msg her rn then

boutta interrogate the fuck outta her!!!!

bcs no MAN is gonna break my girl’s heart!!!!!

cloverfly

speaking of men and relationships

how are u and phoenix? :3

jettstorm

damn that’s my cue to go

my couch needs to be watered and walked brb

cloverfly

JETT.

OMG CMONNN U ALWAYS DO THISSSIIS 😭😭

jettstorm

meow :3

my fault.

i’ll leave.

cloverfly

yeah ok LFMAOAO 😭

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jettstorm

y/n

y/n

wakey wakey my lovely y/n it’s 12:30 in the afternoon

Y/NNNN

oooo you wanna answer me soooo baaddd ooooo

omg you rly did hang w him for that long didn’t you

you never wake up after 9 am even on weekends u granny

WAKE UUUPPP

starphire

omg

i’n awake whag do yuo want from me

jettstorm

good morning sunshine!!!!!

what did you do last night 😇

starphire

nothing much tbh

i played valture with yoru and we watched anime together

jettstorm

😀!?

starphire

what?

jettstorm

we need to call. like

right now

starphire

uh

okay give me a sec to go to my pc

jettstorm

okkk :3

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isolated

who’s the new girl in the server?

y0ru

jett’s childhood friend or something

wanna q comp?

isolated

don’t think i can with you

dropped down to asc 2 since i’m washed

y0ru

how the fuck did you go from radiant to asc2 in a week

isolated

finals are kicking my ass and i haven’t been performing well either

ever since i got wrist surgery i’m total ass

y0ru

maybe if you let it heal first before you grind comp

isolated

you’re right but i got greedy since i was going to hit rank 200

also have been playing league a lot instead

y0ru

ew

isolated

anyway did you meet her?

y0ru

jett’s friend?

isolated

yeah

y0ru

yea us three queued up swifts together last night

after jett got off it was just her and i

isolated

oh wow, alone? that’s impressive, moving on

y0ru

?

isolated

you know, from skye

y0ru

i don’t even think about skye like that

we both made mistakes, what’s done is done, we’re chill now

even if, i’m not looking for someone rn

isolated

uh huh, yeah

so you hanging out with jett’s friend for hours on end is totally not suspicious considering your track record with girls

y0ru

we hung out and i taught her stuff on val

literally nothing happened, i’m not some freak

isolated

whatever you say

just know phoenix is gonna grill you on this when he hears abt it

y0ru

wdym by that? ‘hears about it’?

isolated

clove may or may not have told me about this entire thing

they stalked your career profile, along with the new girl’s

and you know how they are about yapping… can’t keep a thing to themselves lol

y0ru

for fucks sake

————

starphire

hey

i wanted to thank you for hanging out with me last night :) i had fun!

joining the server was really nerve-wracking, to be honest, but you were cool

y0ru

it’s no problem

lmk if you want to continue jjk or q val whenever

starphire

i will! :D

gtg now since sunnie’s callin :P byee

y0ru

alr

————

neonbluu

i bet my bank account phoenix and jett are together already

gekkonekko

you don’t even have to bet if it’s so obvious 🥀

cloverfly

ok how about this

you both owe me money if they already met up behind our backs

if they haven’t before the end of the month, i owe you two money

neonbluu

oh hell yeah

gekkonekko

ok but it’s so obvious they have something… 😑

who else would be fun to bet on…

cloverfly

if i say who i’m thinking of i’d get jumped 👼

neonbluu

was gonna say harbor and astra but aren’t they literally married… like irl…?

gekkonekko

yeah they’re married

cloverfly

they literally met us a week after their marriage you dummy

neonbluu

ok MY BAD for being human bro

gekkonekko

what about iso and star?

neonbluu

?????????????

cloverfly

have they even interacted… at all…

like ur delusional i think

gekkonekko

i kinda am because i want him to myself i just want to make sure 😓

cloverfly

gekko make a move challenge impossible

gekkonekko

alr bro

neonbluu

if anything i’d say yoru and star

cloverfly

no fr!!!!

they literally spent like 5 hrs together first day meeting like are we serious rn!!!! yoru never hangs w any of us after three hrs at most 😭

neonbluu

FIVE? oh i didn’t know it was that bad ☹️

gekkonekko

FIVE?????

oh nah

this fool is gonna break that girl’s heart 🥀

neonbluu

pretty sure clove told jett to warn her anyway

i’d never wish yoru to be anyone’s partner considering his history w them … 😕

even if skye forgave him because she ended up finding out she wasn’t into guys and broke it off, cheating is still a grimey thing to do

cloverfly

no fr

let’s just hope we’re reaching

anyway, dnd session anyone? 😝

neonbluu

yes wait let me get iselin and hazal

@ us in the dnd channel in the server

gekkonekko

god i hope i don’t roll a 1 every turn i get again 🙁

________

“so, yeah, that’s what happened.” sunwoo finishes her lore dump. you’re left to sit in the boiling pot she brewed for you— it was a lot to digest. yoru, someone who you had believed to be a new potential close friend, was a playboy who you have to now be careful of… why? it’s not like you two did anything last night. hell, you forgot you were watching anime with him because of how quiet he was. it was only until he asked if you wanted to hop back on the game that you remembered you in fact weren’t alone.

“you know i’m not looking for a partner, sunnie, right?” you deadpan. “especially not after…” your voice dies in your throat, your heart aching at the thought of your most recent heartbreak. you never let it show to anyone, but even if it was almost three months ago, your wounds were still healing. every time you spoke of anything regarding relationships, it would always make your heart bleed a little bit. your ex’s fingers were intertwined within your soul; getting rid of his impact would be as if you are trying to breathe under water.

so, you tried to let time heal you. sunwoo had tried getting you to confide in her, but it was no use. after trying and trying she’d realized you will come to her about it in due time. she just wished for you to be okay from all of it, from him.

“i know—“ she interjects, already knowing who and what you were going to mention. “i just, i know you get attached easily. i just want you to be careful, n/n.”

sunwoo only ever mentions your nickname in serious conversations. her voice was still as energetic as ever, the worry easy to miss, but you knew her. you knew your sunwoo, and she knew her y/n. she was right, to an extent. but who was she kidding? you’d never be that desperate or lonely enough to fall for a guy online. you knew you were better than that. after your last breakup, you don’t think you can move on— not for a long while.

“alright,” you nod, a heavy sigh following afterwards. “but like i said, i promise nothing sketchy happened last night. he seemed cool.”

sunwoo laughs at your statement. “i cannot believe my ears. ‘yoru’ and ‘cool’ in the same sentence is actually insane!”

you let out a soft giggle. the two of you sat in a comfortable silence until you heard a ping notification coming from sunwoo’s server.

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cloverfly

@/starphire ay babes what’s your insta? i’ve got some art reels i want to show ya!! 🥳

————

“they’re probably going to also commission you art of their dnd character,” sunwoo commented cheerfully. “told you you’d get good customers when you join here!”

you scoffed playfully at her statement. “oh please, i’d draw anything for this group for free,”

“free! ha!” sunwoo laughed again, though this time it sounded sarcastic. “good luck with that! they’ll never except art for free.”

you smiled at that, knowing there would be people who genuinely want to support you whole enjoying your art. it’s a blissful thing to encounter, and if sunwoo’s right, you couldn’t be more happy to have joined her friend group.

————

starphire

@/cloverfly my ig is sapphirestarzz but i just post myself, my life, etc </3

i’ve been too nervous to actually make an art account tbh

cloverfly

wait let me in even MORE omg

IS THAT YOU IN YOUR ICON?

UR KIDDING

starphire

what do you mean? 🥲 of course that’s me

jettstorm

IM SAYIJINNGGGG

Y/N IS GORGUYS

GORJUS

GORGEOUS

cloverfly

nah i’m like actually stunned, you’re so pretty star

i requesteddd 😝 LET ME IIINNN 💥💥💥

starphire

i accepted you! and ahh ur so sweet clove, thank you :( <3

cloverfly

ofcc 🤭💞

________

“they’re so nice,” you voice as you accept & return clove’s follow request on instagram. sunwoo agrees and starts talking about how she met clove— but that was all drained out when you saw another two follow requests right after.

one was ‘n3onbluues’, who you’d obviously assumed to be neon. the other by the username of ‘y0rukai.’

you’d swiftly accepted neon’s follow request without hesitation and requested to follow back.your thumb hovered over the second user, already knowing who it is. tapping on the username, you noticed that the page was public. it had very few photos; only three. all followed that dark blue nightly aesthetic; it was pleasing to look at. one was a photo of the night sky with the stars shining bright. another was two stray cats he was petting and feeding on a dark city street. one particular photo you found quite pleasing to stare at was a photo of who you’d assume was the owner of the account.

it was a selfie illuminated by the city lights that hovered over him within the dark path of the night. his hair was messy, worn completely down with a vibrant blue streak mixed along the soft sea of black. his eyes tired and squinting at the camera, brows furrowed slightly but not entirely to be a scowl. his ears pierced with silver studs, and two others can be found that framed his left brow’s arch perfectly. he adorned a scarf and a leather jacket, a dark blue shirt underneath. the only thing you would complain about is the black mask covering half of his face, a mystery yet to uncover. a scratch that needed to be itched— you wanted to see the rest of the photo— the rest of him.

his eyes are so pretty, you thought to yourself.

“y/n?” sunwoo asked, snapping you out of your gaze.

“yeah? sorry, what did you say?” you asked, still looking at your phone. you knew you’d just promised her to be careful with yoru, yeah. and you were— hell, how bad could it be to let him follow you on instagram? it’s harmless, no? friends do that. clove and neon followed you, why can’t yoru?

you accepted yoru’s follow request and followed him back, completing the mutual. you placed your phone face down on your desk next to your keyboard.

“did you wanna play some val with iso, yoru, phoenix and i? we can five stack!” she proposed excitedly.

you smiled and accepted, swiftly prompting you two to move to the server’s main voice channel.

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a/n: hihiii thank u sm for reading this little filler-ish chapter ily <3 i hope you enjoyed!! i’ll try and post the next chapter later this week bcs i want. to write yoru yearning so bad…!!! sighs dreamily… anyway, have a good day!! <3

[franki-lew-yo]

An 'A-ha!' fandom moment, ft. The Owl House

These comments I screencapped from a user I watch elsewhere really hit like a brick in the face to me. I'm blotting out OP's name, mostly cuz this was just a shower thought they had rather than any meaningful open discussion with people, but it ended up making me realize something (also NO they're not some contrarian AntiSJW type or even hate TOH; they're a very gay+trans writer themselves. Sorry if youknowwhoyouare sees this and recognizes ur posts but you don't allow reblogs or comments and I wanted to present it on my own):

The Owl House was always hampered by being killed halfway through, writing wise and that will always be it's greatest 'sin'. However, OP's comment made me realize how much the show kind of tells you it's characters are flawed rather than actually give them arcs to suggest it, especially in season 1. When I say flawed I don't mean lacking quirks that are relatable but human: Eda is a recluse criminal; King thought he could kill people and acted like it; Luz is a genki girl; Amity starts off as a bully; Hunter...is unfortunately Hunter, ect. Those ARE flaws, character wise, but in the presence of the complete story (as complete as the show will ever be) they really aren't actually flawed, bad people in anyway.

Before I go further, two things: 1, IN ALL FAIRNESS, this is why myself and others particularly LOVE the characters and why TOH was a comfort show for me rather than a 'high-tension narrative'. The characters are a lot of what you want and hope to be like and I think that's really sweet and enjoyable, especially for horror and especially for kids.

2, NO! I DON'T think any particular bad faith cartoon reviewer opinions about coddling certain characters and punishing others IS WHAT DANA and co did at all here! Steven Universe and certain crap-reviewer's takes ON Steven Universe and how it's characters were flawed but overly forgiven by the fandom the show itself are NOT the b-all end-all of this discussion, nor are they the reason The Owl House is the way it is!

The context op was talking about was how in the upcoming hate crime The Last Airbender live-action show the showrunners are going to tone down Sokka's sexism because they think it's 'unlikable'. Even though, we all knew as children that this was an arc for him and it was WRONG, so axing it because we the audience lack nuance to recognize characters we love doing problamtic-sisms is BEYOND annoying.

Op's point is how The Owl House in particular doesn't actually expect much or want much out of it's characters. Or audience. For any infighting early on about how much Amity should 'die' because of reasons, that's really just fandom infighting when you get right down to it. There's nothing on par with the disagreement people have over, say, the Diamonds from Steven Universe and how Steven 'totally forgave them or 'should have murdered them in cold blood' about The Owl House. And like...from a fandom point of view that's good, but otherwise the show is pretty concrete the way you're supposed to see certain characters vs other shows which allow you to make up your own mind.

Avatar, Star vs the Forces of Evil (pre finale), Centaurworld and Amphibia all showcase your protagonists being genuinely, intensely flawed. Sure, maybe some neckbreather crap-pseudocritic complains that they 'made the unlikable' or whatever (i.e. me with Friendship is Magic) but overall the actual point is HOW the characters actually have grown and have ended up with the ending and morality they need. The villains, no not Zukos or 'redeemed' villains who joined the protagonist squad, VILLAIN-villains, will always be at least one serious step behind the protagonists and that's what give the protagonists the cautionary wherewithal to end them like they should and not 'be like them'. It's such a fufilling narrative, there's a reason people like it so much because it's really good when it's delivered well.

Removed from my fandom gaze; the Owl House feels like it's saying it has that ultimate messaging and character arc when it actually doesn't. Your protagonists have the endearing aspirational-part totally covered, but as far as the actual 'edge' and nuance? Well...

Eda is, at most, naughty. She really isn't any kind of morally sidetracked character. She's an outlaw because literally her society is awful to her and she's in the right to be against it. She's cursed but she's not addicted to her potions or hiding it or not really taking care of herself or her loved ones because of it. Her actual biggest flaw is that she's been 'running away' from problems rather than dealing with them, but I'd be lying if that wasn't suggested more than it's actually portrayed; or at least, dealt with fast enough in "Eda's Requiem". A bigger issue I see, even if it's what's also endearing about her, is that she REALLY isn't a flawed caregiver at all. It's portrayed as her most redeeming feature that she's otherwise a good mom and mentor, but Eda having virtually no problems in raising Luz and King just, again, makes her feel ONLY aspirational. All of the angst about 'failing' to parent and making up for it is moved all onto Camilla and sadly all of that angst for her is mostly within an already bloated episode. Eda, while an absolute mood, lacks any real kind of edge. Does she need it or not? I don't know. Discuss, kids.

Luz, like OP says, is treated like this high-energy super-optimist. She's like Star Butterfly in that her fangirlism and impulsivness are supposed to get her in trouble. But, she absolutely just isn't one when you break it down. Besides episode 2, Luz really is never that inconsiderate or lost in her fantasies ever again throughout the show. She never has anything like what Steven goes through where he hops into Larz' body and makes things worse for people by trying to fix things- which is not only good filler but it calls forward to the ultimate ending of Steven's arc for the series - Luz is just sort of adorable. Luz has blindsided by hype moments of weakness, like when she accidentally hurts Owlbert or messes with Amity's secret room, but still always level headed and down-to-earth. Her impulses are always kind of treated like...excusable? Because, again, they usually are. This is a large part about what makes her self-hatred at the end of the show about accidentally helping Belos' feel 'forced'. Even MOREso than what Hunter and Daddy Titan explain about Belos using her, we the audience never see Luz's choice to go back in time and try and get answers from Philip as being anything other than just, you know, logical. Because it is. The show acts like what Luz did was reckless and bad and that she was SOOO overtaken by her fangirlism about Philip and now just how much she has to live with the guilt and regret of helping being duped by him...it just doesn't come off that way at all. She was only so much excited about meeting him and her interest was getting home to her mother. In terms of comparing her to Philip, that's all fine and good, but again it's not 'flawed'. Not really, anyway.

Lilith absolutely has it the worst...but I kinda think people know that. She arguably does have the most morally-gray turning point in the show given what she did to her own sister. But neither the characters nor her nor the show really hold her accountable in any lasting way for cursing Eda. Lilith is the closest we get to that 'Diamond'-dilemma. She does 'make things right way too quickly and it's obvious to even her biggest fans that her character is really rushed in this area. They lampshade what Lilith did and that she was their villain in season 2 and 2B, but lampshading isn't the same thing as progress. As a result, as a Lilith fan you kind of never really forgive her for what she did. None of that's her fault, cause' you know...she doesn't exist, but it makes it frustrating that you the fan watching the show is doing the heavy-lifting in your mind in this area.What you come away from is this feeling of loving the characters for being able to work everything out. They're engaging and nuanced in theory, but you also feel robbed, w or w/o the Disney interference, of them being fully rounded or WHOLE. It kinda feels like 'and suddenly, he wasn't racist, anymore' all the time with every character ever with except Amity's mom, the Titan Trappers and Belos.

The reason everyone dunks on Star vs the Forces of Evil's finale, (besides being salty over ship wars and declaring THAT'S the reason for the drop in quality) is that 'Cleaved' could have not only worked but REALLY worked. It just needed to be better written and processed as an ending. Instead people reviled Star, the protagonist we're supposed to be rooting for, for what feels like impulsive apathy and cruelty towards everyone else by destroying magic, as opposed to it being an actually selfless sacrifice that makes her different than Toffee. Ultimatley, I do prefer The Owl House, unfinished as it is, to any of that. But yeah... I can now never unsee the characters as being what they are: fun but indulgent when they're supposedly complex. Indulgent is never bad u guys, but the problem is when you only have that to go on while insisting you have fully developed characters, there's a lot of the show telling you how to feel and how to come away from it rather than letting you, the audience, make of that yourself. As annoying as fan-wars can be over this stuff and when people are either WAAAY to forgiving of their villain blorbo or form hate-campaigns over Glub Shitto for ruining their life, it is ultimately a good thing that shows give you that chance to really see the characters that way at all.

The Owl House is, as OP calls it, "tumblr feels" not for being gay and magical and fun and wholesome and indulgent like that stuff is GREAT. It feels 'tumblr oriented' in that it all kind of feels too easy even when it's not for your protagonists. It's never actually "challenging". I guess, in as far as 'good' indulgence is concerned, it's as warm and fuzzy and a happy AU fanfic you found but not so much the Pacifist Ending of Undertale where you really do feel bad if you rectify the good ending in anyway. It's fun and it's comfort food, but not entirely lasting as you want it to be???

Amphibia, I think, was also way better than Owl House in this respect. It wasn't perfect cause nothing is but you really got a feeling for HOW flawed Marcy, Sasha, the townsfolk and even Hop Pop throughout their arcs-- which made it so SO rewarding to see them get their happy endings and come together to defeat the core and be the better people they needed to become.

The Owl House is my favorite where I think Amphibia is the better of the two.

[hollow-lime-green]

i have been summoned by the utterance of my name ("top/bottom anon")

just wanted to say i super agree with what you said about how people want very badly to be fucked by gojo and that may make some (SOME) of them hostile toward the idea of him liking men + potentially taking it up the ass. may be speculation, but it's a conclusion ive also come to so you're not alone

"gojo would NEVER be gay you guys just want everybody to be GAY and im NOT homophobic but he is too MANLY AND ATTRACTIVE to be gay!!" not only does it imply he wouldn't be into dear reader, but like you said, it challenges the masculinized idea of him that many might have.

(which bothers me in its own right, because to Me, that's never seemed much like a guy who cares, in his adulthood. certainly not after his gage-wearing, long hair having, painted nails, empath emo best friend changed his life. then again, i enjoy hitting my faves with just a dash of nonbinary swag, so im biased surely)

along similar lines, there's also the other side of the fandom, the male-dominated shounen bro side. including the guys with 100% totally not gay man-crushes on gojo. not that the average member of that side of the community is even aware of t/b discourse but. many of them (but not all, in a few fun and surprising instances) will die on the hill that gojo likes girls despite the fact that there's not really much reason to believe that --- ntm people who like girls And boys do in fact exist. and they Definitely reject the idea that he could be anything but masculine and dominant. they want to relate to gojo and see themselves in him, admire his strength and collectedness, very sigma, so by shipping satosugu you're challenging THEIR masculinity. because if gojo's not "man enough" then neither are they and that would just be a travesty

but real machismo is Taking It like a man‼️💪 what are you afraid of some dick in the ass or something? idk man that sounds real feminine....... kinda gay if u ask me

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yeah, you nailed it, this is what i was getting at.

these are the ways that even fujos (fujos in name only (FINOs?)) can be super guilty of perpetuating toxic masculinity. hit that with a dash of bisexual erasure and internalized homophobia, et voila, you have your shitstorm in a teacup.

(and of course, this does not apply to all self-shippers. i know there's some gojoxreader pegging fanfic out here on tumblr, and thank god for that)

i also want to note that this particular flavor of bigotry is very "it hurt itself in its confusion". even today we still have right wing influencers saying "WAP is concerning my wife's pussy is never wet", "sex shouldn't last longer than 3 minutes or ur gay", and "i'd never perform cunnilingus, cunnilick deez NUTS".

a man, especially a cis man, being open to sexual experimentation, especially that which goes against cishet conservative norms, is a green flag. not only in terms of how likely he is to consider female sexual satisfaction, but also more broadly in terms of his ideas on gender/sexuality, or openness to new ideas. if you want gojo satoru (fictional, by the way) to having the freak sex i see in these fanfics (/pos), then you must accept that he'd also probably be open to taking it up the ass (at least once, to try it).

sexual liberation means sexual liberation for women. it also must mean sexual liberation for men. (and, of course, all who fall between)

[nightcolorz]

Okay I need to get this out of my system, this place seems safe to do that <3

As a show only fan imho there cannot be a comparison between Lestat and Armand and not for the "who's better than the other" or "who's more toxic" manner. Like its very unfair to the characters themselves and the relationship they have with Louis to do that.

As far as Louis choices go he is just trying to explore his sexuality in Paris more, Paris give a new freedom to Louis not just as a black man but as a gay man, and as for who he loves more is again not a competition, because what he had with Lestat was fucking intense, it was all sorts of fucked up, romantic, expressive and explosive in the end.

With Armand I'd say like Assad said it's tender and calmer althought it does have a toxic twist to it.

And I do believe that Armand is sort of cornered here in this situation, the coven on one side and Louis on the other, since Louis arrived in Paris he has been trying to stay away from the coven but Armand fell in love at the same time Louis was haunted by his grief and its manifestation as Dreamstat, and I didn't like the way fandom picked Daniel's "Are you schizophrenic Louis?" and ran with it, no one paused and thought this is how he process his grief and guilt.

And in all of this Armand was left sort of hanging, uncertain with his relationship with Louis which is again is unfair to Armand.

The final straw for Armand is when Louis suddenly introduces the D/s dynamic in their relationship and kinda takes an advantage of his assertiveness in it, now this doesn't mean Louis is dom and Armand is sub. Overall Armand seems to have more control over their relationship its only during sex they bring it out and sometimes maybe in their regular dynamics.

Since then I think the betrayal has kinda blindsided the people, now I can understand their feelings about it, totally valid they have all the right to be upset about it, Claudeleine and Louis did not deserve any of it but declaring Armand the Big BadTM is not it.

Have we not seen how much of an asshole Louis is in ep6, sure he is repressing a lot of things and lashing out on Claudia and others around him but ignoring that and holding Armand entirely responsible for their fucked up relationship is just......lazy.

And having polarising, firm beliefs over characters being "too good" "too bad" "too toxic" is just so lazy, so many anons have said this but I am saying it again.

EVERYONE IS HORRIBLE IN THIS SHOW, but that doesn't mean we should dismiss their stories, vulnerabilities and rather human parts which imo makes them more interesting rather than just calling one of them the big bad ans getting done with it. Why are we scared of acknowledging that the most inhuman characters can have their weaknesses and that makes them the way they are the choices they make.

And this is in regards with all characters but especially Lestat and Armand.

Ur so right anon <3 I also think pitting Lestat and Armand against each other and comparing “how good” they r for Louis is like such a useless thing to focus on 🙏 like as much as we kid this isn’t twilight 💀 and focusing on some fabricated love triangle angle just ends up reducing the characters and the story into smth very simplistic and uninteresting. Just over all, fandom has a reducing complex things to dumb black and white things issue lol. Which is probably what most of the rlly bad takes about Armand come down too

thank u for the ask ❤️❤️