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randomchaosyay · 5 months ago

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Shoto Todoroki - Morse Code

Inspired by this post by @ouch-thats-harsh

A/n: Inspiration strikes! Im running on two hours of sleep!

Warnings: None :D

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Sho always tapped his fingers against his desk. You thought nothing of it, chalking it up to a nervous habit or something he did out of boredom. But recently, you had decided to learn morse code. It was a random urge really, you weren’t quite sure where it came from, but you did it, learning little by little in the little free time you had over the past few weeks.

You were mostly always swamped with homework and doing hero work via your provisional hero license. The other free time you had, you usually spent with your boyfriend Shoto, cuddling as he caught you up to speed with what you’ve missed in class due to being out heroing, as well as talking about your new favorite theories. His current favorite theory was Shinso Hitoshi being Aizawa and Present Mic’s love child.

Currently, you and Sho were in the common room of your dorm, eating breakfast. You were rather excited to tell Sho about mastering morse code, but everytime you tried, you were somehow not so rudely interrupted by one of your classmates talking about something else.

Finally, you were all on your way to class, the loud food induced chatter settling down to quiet yawns and tired grumbles. Your hand was intertwined with your boyfriend’s as you walked to class. Just as you were about to tell him about learning morse code, you figured no one would interrupt you this time. You were wrong. What you could only assume was a caffeine fueled Midoriya was practically bouncing off the walls, asking everyone about any recent modifications to their hero suits and impacts on their quirks. You wondered when the last time was that the poor boy had slept.

Once you and Shoto reached the door, you decided to tap out a quick “I love you” to the back of his hand, before you had to untwine your fingers and separate from each other to get to your seats, which luckily were pretty close.

“I love you too.” Shoto responded out loud mindlessly.

Both of you froze. You just stood there. Looking at each other in complete and utter shock.

“You know morse code??” You both questioned the other at the same time.

After a slight arguement about who was to explain first, Sho told you how he and his sibling use it to trash talk his father and to talk to his siblings when his father tried isolating him, Fuyumi and Natsuo originally came up with it for Touya but never got to use it with him. Giving him a hug for confort, you told him how you’d learned it just recently on a whim. Before you could converse any further, Denki and Jirou called the Aizawa alarm and you all had to get to your seats. There was a small smile on his face as he walked back to his seat, that went unnoticed by you.

As class went on, you heard Shoto’s familiar pattern of tapping, the way he did every class. Except now, you realized, it had a meaning. ‘I’m bored. I wish I could just ditch and go cuddle Y/n’. You had to hold in a gasp at that as your heart melted slightly, everyday Sho had been tapping that out, other varieties of that as well. And you had no idea until today. ‘Sho we can’t just ditch class’, you tapped back. He turned slightly to look at you, a pleasantly surprised smile adorning his handsome features.

‘Yeah but this stuff is easy and cuddling is more fun’. You could almost hear his voice saying it in a matter of fact tone. ‘Not everyone is top of the class like you Sho.” You responded playfully. You two went on talking to each other for the rest of class. Most of it was about random things, like when Sho reiterated how similar Aizawa and Shinso look, with their eyebags and smile and such. You really loved him, every single thing about him.

Aizawa didn’t notice somehow, but that was probably because your taps were quiet since the two of you didn’t sit that far apart. Or maybe you two were just oblivious to his glares, floating off into your own world until he’d given up with a shake of his head. Problem children.

‘I love you’

‘I love you too’

Learning morse code was a pretty good decision huh?

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its-avalon-08 · 8 months ago

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Amoreeee!

i love ur works and i have a very specific reuqest in mind. this is too detailed so please feel free to ditch a few details because im aware its too much. this is a mv1 x senna!daughter one.

max is hard racing some driver and he gets angry and flustered and he crashes because he act irresponsibly. y/n's heart stops because the way the car rotated and hit the barrier refletced her late father's passing.

her breath stops, max is ok but gp IS ANGRY at him because that could have been easily avoided. max is not hurt at all.

he is still angry when he comes back into the motor home. and then y/n gives him a cold shoulder and doesnt speak to him.

this makes max angrier leading to a passive aggressive arguement. max says something which leads y/n to say "fine then, fuck off and die see if i care" max is shcoked and so is everyonbe else in the motorhome

when she rushes out in tears she bumps into carlos/charles/lando and he comforts her and she says "i never shouldve said that"

they make up, hapoy ending make it extra emotional.

LOVE UR WORKS!

i have to confess, i love this one the most out of everything i've ever written. its extra extra long, and the anon messaged me and asked me to add a few more things, so i have done the same! anon ily ! (edit - i messed up the translation! its been fixed now!!) enjoy reading <3

coração valente (mv1) (brave heart)

find the headcannon here!

The roar of the engine was a dull thrum in Y/N's ears as she watched the battle unfold on the screen. Max was locked in a fierce fight for position with Esteban Ocon. Every aggressive lunge, every desperate attempt to overtake sent a tremor of unease through her. It was too reminiscent, too close to the edge.

Then, disaster struck. Ocon made a late move, and Max, fueled by frustration and a competitive fire, reacted impulsively. He swerved to block him, the car losing traction as it took the corner too tightly. The world slowed down as Y/N watched in horror. The Red Bull spun, a sickening ballet of red and blue against the asphalt, before slamming into the barrier with a sickening crunch.

Her breath hitched, a choked sob escaping her lips. The way the car crumpled, the dust cloud mirroring the crash that stole her father… the memory flooded back, vivid and terrifying. Her heart hammered against her ribs, a frantic drum solo threatening to burst through her chest.

Thankfully, the medical team rushed to the scene, and the relief was almost a physical blow. Max emerged from the wreckage, shaken but unharmed. But the reprimand from Horner was swift and brutal. "Unnecessary risk, Verstappen! You could have avoided that entirely!"

By the time Max stormed back into the motorhome, his anger was a palpable presence. He tossed his helmet onto the couch, the thud echoing in the tense silence. Y/N sat by the window, her back to him, a cold, hard wall where warmth and concern usually resided.

"Great job out there," Max spat, his voice laced with sarcasm. "Another brilliant strategy by Horner, putting all the pressure on me."

Y/N remained silent. Her silence was a punishment, far worse than any raised voice. Max, already on edge, bristled.

"You gonna say something, genius?" he snapped. "Or are you just gonna sit there like a statue?" Y/N turned a deaf ear to that.

The air in the motorhome felt thick enough to chew on. Y/N sat at the table, meticulously organizing spare race parts, a pointed silence radiating from her. Max hovered by the coffee machine, his usual swagger dampened by a heavy frown.

Christian Horner, ever the mediator, attempted to lighten the mood. "So, Max," he boomed, "what are we learning from this little spin?"

Max, bristling at the reminder, mumbled a vague response about tire strategy. Y/N, without looking up, chimed in, "Perhaps a lesson in spatial awareness wouldn't go amiss."

The air crackled. Max whipped his head towards her, his jaw clenched. "Oh, and who's the expert on spatial awareness, Miss Never-Been-On-The-Track?"

Y/N slammed a wrench down a little too hard, the metallic clang echoing in the tense silence. "There's a difference between calculated risk and reckless driving," she retorted, her voice laced with ice.

Max scoffed. "Spoken like someone who's never felt the pressure of a championship on their shoulders."

Y/N's eyes narrowed. "Pressure doesn't excuse stupidity, Max," she said, her voice clipped.

Horner cleared his throat, his booming voice a desperate attempt to break the ice. "Look, let's all take a moment to cool down. We can dissect the crash later. Right now, Max needs a clear head for the next race."

With that, Horner steered Max towards a debriefing session, leaving Y/N alone in the charged atmosphere. She picked up a stray bolt, turning it over in her hand, her knuckles white with repressed anger. Tears welled up in her eyes, blurring the workshop around her.

Just then, Charles walked in, his perceptive eyes catching the glint of tears on her cheeks. "Rough day?" he asked softly.

Y/N choked back a sob. "It's just… I don't know if I can watch him race anymore," she confessed, her voice thick with emotion.

Charles pulled up a chair beside her, his presence a silent comfort. "You know Max," he said gently. "He makes mistakes, but he learns from them."

Y/N shook her head. "This wasn't just a mistake, Charles. It was reckless. And it brought back…" she trailed off, unable to finish the sentence.

Charles squeezed her shoulder in understanding. "The fear," he finished for her. "It's always there, isn't it?"

Y/N nodded, a tear escaping and tracing a path down her cheek. "I can't lose him too," she whispered, her voice cracking.

Charles offered a sad smile. "You won't," he assured her. "Max is stubborn, but he cares about you. He'll learn from this."

His words offered a glimmer of hope. Y/N knew Charles was right. But the fear, the raw terror that had gripped her during the crash, still lingered.

Max, a whirlwind of frustration earlier, had retreated into a sullen silence. Y/N, her eyes red-rimmed and puffy, refused to acknowledge him directly. The tension crackled between them, a storm waiting to erupt.

Daniel Ricciardo, ever the peacemaker, tried to lighten the mood. "So, Max," he said, a touch too cheerfully, "what are we having for dinner? Surely Y/N has whipped up some magic in the kitchen?"

Y/N's lips twitched, but she remained focused on her phone, pretending not to hear. Max, still fuming, mumbled a curt, "I don't care."

The forced joviality died a quick death. Charles, sensing the undercurrents, offered, "Actually, I wouldn't mind ordering some takeout. How about some Indian?"

Y/N finally looked up, her voice clipped. "No, thank you, Charles. I'm not particularly hungry."

Max scoffed. "Suit yourself. More for the rest of us, then."

The passive-aggressive jabs continued throughout the evening, each veiled comment a fresh barb. Y/N praised Charles's recent qualifying performance, a clear dig at Max's reckless driving. Max, in turn, bragged about a new training program he was starting, a not-so-subtle jab at Y/N's perceived lack of understanding.

"Honestly that race was mine, Ocon fucked it up for everyone," Max proclaimed.

"Maybe," she said, her voice barely a whisper, "if you hadn't been so busy playing daredevil, you wouldn't have thrown away the race."

The words hung heavy in the air. Max felt a flicker of something cold and sharp twist in his gut. "Playing daredevil?" he scoffed. "I was out there fighting for the win!"

"At what cost?" Y/N's voice cracked, the dam of her emotions threatening to burst. "Do you even understand the fear you put me through?"

Max, for the first time, saw a glimpse of the terror that mirrored his own reckless driving. He opened his mouth to apologize, but the words wouldn't come.

The silence stretched, thick with unspoken emotions. Then, in a moment of horrifying clarity, Max blurted out, "Look, if you can't handle the pressure, maybe you should just—"

The sentence died on his lips as he saw the blood drain from Y/N's face. She stared at him, her eyes filled with a hurt so profound it took his breath away.

"Fine then," she said, her voice a choked whisper. "fuck off and die. see if i care."

The words echoed in the stunned silence. Everyone in the motorhome froze, their eyes wide with shock. Even Max, fueled by anger, felt a cold dread settle in his stomach.

Y/N didn't wait for a response. Tears streaming down her face, she bolted out of the motorhome, the slam of the door a punctuation mark to the shattered silence.

Max stared after her, a tapestry of emotions swirling within him – anger, regret, a terror that mirrored her own. He lunged after her, but Charles, who had witnessed the exchange, caught him by the arm.

"Let her go," Charles said gently, his voice laced with concern. "She needs some space."

Max sank back onto the couch, his head in his hands. "What did I do?" he rasped, the anger replaced by a crushing weight of remorse.

The atmosphere was suffocating. Everyone, even the usually jovial mechanics, seemed to walk on eggshells around the warring couple. Tears streamed down Y/N's face as she walked, the weight of the fight, the fear, and the unspoken hurt threatening to overwhelm her. This wasn't the way it was supposed to be.

The cool night air did little to soothe the burning in Y/N's eyes. She wandered away from the motorhome complex, her legs numb and directionless. The roar of the track faded behind her, replaced by the chirping of crickets and the rustling of leaves. Tears streamed down her face, carving clean tracks through the grime of the day.

Then, she saw it. Half-hidden behind a cluster of trees, a towering mural emerged from the darkness. It was a familiar image – her father, mid-corner, a determined glint in his eyes, the car a blur of yellow and green. A wave of emotions washed over her – grief, pride, and now, a searing anger.

Sinking down onto a nearby bench, Y/N found herself talking to the painted image. "Why didn't you tell me, Dad?" she choked out, her voice thick with unshed tears. "Why didn't you tell me how terrifying it would be to watch someone you love race?"

"Doesn't he understand, Dad? Doesn't he see the risk he takes? It's like he doesn't care! Doesn't care about the fear he puts me through, the terror that I relive every single time I see a car spin out of control!"

She slammed her fist against the concrete wall, a raw scream escaping her lips. The sound echoed in the quiet night, a testament to the storm raging within her. Tears streamed down her face, hot and angry.

"And then," she continued, her voice trembling, "he has the audacity to get mad at me? To act like I'm the one overreacting? Doesn't he see what his actions do? Doesn't he see what he almost took away from me today?"

Silence, except for the rustle of leaves in the night breeze. But in her mind, she could almost hear his voice, warm and reassuring. "coração valente (brave heart)," it seemed to say, the nickname he always used for her. "Fear is a part of it, but it doesn't have to control you."

Y/N wiped her eyes, a flicker of understanding replacing the anger. Her father hadn't raced because it was easy. He raced because of the passion, the thrill, the dance with danger. He wouldn't have wanted her to live in fear, but to find her own strength, her own way to navigate the world he left behind.

The sting in his eyes wasn't just from the acrid smoke billowing from a nearby barbecue. Max's chest ached with a dull ache that had nothing to do with the crash. Y/N's words, "fine then, fuck off and die. See if I care," echoed in his mind, a constant reminder of his monumental screw-up.

He couldn't just sit there, stewing in his self-pity. He needed to find her, needed to apologize and explain the terrifying realization that had dawned on him during their tense silence.

Following a hunch, he made his way to the secluded corner where the mural of Ayrton Senna stood. In the dim glow of a single overhead light, he saw Y/N curled up with her back against the wall, her shoulders trembling with silent sobs. A red mark marred her hand where it had connected with the concrete.

His heart lurched. He knelt down beside her, his voice barely a whisper. "Y/N?"

She flinched at the sound, whipping her tear-streaked face towards him. Her eyes, red and puffy, held a storm of emotions – hurt, anger, and something akin to pleading.

Max swallowed the lump in his throat. "I… I shouldn't have said what I said," he began, his voice thick with remorse. "My anger… it clouded everything. I didn't…" He broke off, his own voice cracking.

Tears spilled down Y/N's cheeks. "And I..." she started, her voice trembling. "I never should have said what I did. It was awful, unforgivable of me." Her voice choked on a sob. "I don't… I don't want to lose you, Max. Not like that."

With a choked cry, she threw her arms around him, burying her face in his chest. Max held her tight, the dam breaking inside him. He pressed kisses to her hair, each one a silent apology, a promise.

"I get it now, Y/N," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. "I understand the fear. I see it reflected in your eyes every time I step onto the track. And I promise, I'll never do anything like that again. Not if it means putting you through that kind of pain."

They clung to each other, a tangle of limbs and broken sobs. The night air vibrated with the raw emotions they were finally releasing. Slowly, the sobs subsided into sniffles, leaving behind a fragile calm.

Max pulled back, wiping away a stray tear from Y/N's cheek with his thumb. "Let's go back," he said gently, his voice hoarse. "We can talk properly, sort things out."

Y/N nodded, her eyes searching his. "Together," she added, a shaky smile playing on her lips.

Max grinned back, the familiar spark of mischief returning to his eyes. "Always," he promised. "Together, no matter what the track throws at us."

As they walked back hand-in-hand, the mural of Ayrton Senna seemed to watch over them, a silent guardian of their love, a love forged in fire, tested by fear, and ultimately strengthened by understanding and forgiveness. The road ahead wouldn't be easy, but with each other, they knew they could face anything.

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gossssamer · 3 months ago

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LONG RANT!!!

I'm getting tired of people the stigma against Shadouge bro. Everytime I try to look into fanarts I instantly get hit with ridiculous comments about them almost everytime.

"X ship is better than this" its funny how anyone who uses this will immediately hit you with "that's just your opinion" when they're literally doing the same thing

"erm Rouge is already with Knuckles" okay??? This is fanfiction, it doesn't affect canon, stop acting like it does. its so weird how fans are surprised when a fanmade thing is actually made by fans (Also if im not mistaken, SEGA has some mandates for certain characters' relationships, and they do not allow romantic ones anymore. So Knuxouge isn't even canon either)

"They're siblings in canon/they canonically have a sibling dynamic" In no where has Sega even acknowledged that Shadow and Rouge have a *CANON* sibling relationship. Hell, there have even been writers in the past who have joked about Shadow touching Rouge's tits, to say that a family dynamic was intentional would be contradictory. The whole sibling thing is a massive headcanon within the fandom that got loose and people just assumed it was a real thing. (EDIT: Just wanted to add that official writer/artist Evan Stanley even ships Shadouge.)

"It erases Friendship representation!" The most stupidest arguement you'll ever hear. "you're shipping friends together, it's weird" "they're just friends and theyre better off like that, they shouldn't be shipped." Stop acting like it's erasing somebody's sexuality or shipping real people together or shipping incest because it's not. Friendship to lovers trope literally exists and it also doesn't erase canon.

The problem here are people taking ships and shipping WAY too seriously, especially since the sth franchise isn't even focused on romance. You'll get bombarded with obsessive fans and their ships talking to you about how "x is already with x" or "this ship is better than this ship" Honestly feel hypocritical and useless to rant about this considering there's nothing you can do about it and sonic fans will always be weirdos and ship discourses will always be in fandoms.

#Shadouge #Shipping #Sonic ships #Sonic the hedgehog #Sth #Fandom #shadow the hedgehog #Rouge the bat

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antoncore · 7 months ago

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OMGG IM SO PISSED I kid yoh not I literally had a dream where I was friends with sungchan and we were roomates and so like he asked me to do something and I didn't like how he said it and we had got into a arguement about how he talks to me and after ALL OF THAT he got tired and just started domming me😭he threw me over his shoulder and gave me hickies and then he put me over his lap and he told me to count and he literally gave me one good smack before I woke myself up😐IT WAS FINNA BE SO GOOD TOO so I needed you to finish this off for me😭(sorry for the mouthfull I just had to get this out there)

ANON I READ THIS IN PUBLIC AND DROVE MYSELF INSANE😭😭😭

anyway he wouldn’t stop at one slap, he’d keep going until he was satisfied, leaving your ass bright red. maybe he’d slap your pussy as well, almost making you cry. after, he’d have you like this, your hands unable to move as he rails you into oblivion as he’s telling you to shut the fuck up and take his cock🤭 he’s saying shit like “you don’t like the way i talk to you but you like the way i rail you, huh slut?” “you like when i’m angry, don’t you? bet you’ll want this to happen all the time fucking whore” and more but all you can do is go “hmm hmm” into the bed. he’s literally going so hard on you, making sure you learn your lesson of not talking back to him. think he’d switch to fucking your throat as he got close, eventually cumming down it making sure you keep quiet for him. but he’s STILL not done with you, he’d finger you n eat you out with your panties in your mouth!!! you’d have tears in your eyes as he does it but he wouldn’t give a shit bc he’s gonna overstimulate you lots, making you cum until you can’t anymore. think he’d even do anal too if he felt you still hadn’t learn your lesson but once he’s done with you he’d be like “listen to me and don’t talk back, ok? i fucking hate being talked back to,” and from then on you wouldn’t know whether to be extremely turned on or scared when you saw him around the house again🤭 maybe it would turn into a regular thing between the two of you, him using you when he’s angry or needs to relieve his stress!!!

i hope you enjoyed this as much as i enjoyed writing this🤭 i thought abt this for HOURS when i was out fuuuuuuck

#riize hard hours #riize smut #riize hard thoughts #sungchan hard thoughts #sungchan hard hours #sungchan smut #tonisbabydoll chats 💬#tonisbabydoll thoughts 𓈒∘☁︎

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tengenscvmbvdd1 · 2 months ago

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{𝕄𝕪 𝕓𝕣𝕒𝕥𝕥𝕪 𝕗𝕠𝕦𝕣𝕥𝕙 𝕨𝕚𝕗𝕖}

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The worst thing about being Uzui Tengens fourth wife, Was the fact that you were the brattiest. Not even, U were just a live soul and believed that you were an independent woman, But the god of festivals said way different, Everytime you and him got into the littest of arguements, And u stopd up for yourself, he'd always try and have the utmost respect and support, But it really did irritate him at times. The other wives, Hinatsuru, Suma, Makio all tried to warn you, "You're really pushing his buttons Y/n, And he's always respectful and showing you love and support, But this nasty attitude...u dare to defy him y/n and im afraid the punishment will be the worst one yet..." U never listened to their rambles, Because You wouldnt dare believe non-sense from the most loved ones in the house, But you knew they were loves because you were a defiant little shit, a brat. Not that you cared....right?..

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Today was any normal day, Just you minding your business while him and the other wives went out to get food or find something to do. U never really minded, U preferred to be left alone at the house. U just cleaned, and maybe cooked here and there for them and then disappeared into your room, but today...oh today...

today he was talking to you about how you were gaining weight, It irritated you, Because one, You're a black girl...(or whatever you are) We're naturally thick and curvious girls. He was saying how we was worried about u eating right and how "I just want to make sure my fourth wife is alright...and not gaining...too much weight.." He'd say staring you up and down. So immediately ur attitude was off the hook, Ur facial expression and body language says it all. His eyes narrowed in frustration, and rubbed his temples starting off "Y/n dont start this, I'm not saying you're gaininng wei-" you interrupted angrily, interjecting, "Are u fucking serious Tengen-sama. Ur questioning my weight? U shoulda already knew once u were arranged to marry a COLORED girl, I was gon be curvy and thick? If u cant handle it this, then divorce me, Got me fucked up."

He stared at you with hurt and anger. The arguement was on now, He stands up towering you as he raises his voice, "Are you seriously going to disrespect me like this? I'm worried about u!" You'd say, "About me eating? Ur a fucking dumbass bro!" The wives quickly leave the room, as the arguement gets out of hand, Y'all screaming and accusing each other of certain accusations, From cheating, from picking favorites, from being a pain in the ass, to you finally ending the screaming fest with "I want a got damn divorce from yo sorry ass."

The room fell in silence for a few seconds before you're beinf halled over his shoulder, and a loud !!!SLAPPP!!! Was put to ur ass, U cried out in pain, Tengens voice came out with anger and hurt. " A divorce? Really? Thats not my flashy wife i know i married. You should know by now, U ain' goin' no where."

U were thrown onto the bed, Ur body bouncing off the bed softly. With swift movement, he plopped u over his huge muscular thighs, ur ass in the air, As u throw protest, before he covers ur mouth, and a loud "!!!!!!SLAPPPPP!!!!!" Was put to your ass, He says loudly with anger and amusement, "Beg for forgiveness. U dare defy me, I'm ur husband" Another loud slap and a loud cry of pain heard "I keep you fed! A roof over ur head, Clothes on ur" !!!SLAPPPPPP!!!! "Ass, And u dare get a fucking attitude with me?" SLAPPPPPP "Ur fuckinf over ur got damn" SLAPPPPPP "Head. I'm tired" SLAPPPPP "Of this got damn attitude." SLAPPPPPP!

Ur now crying and whining, Ur ass stained red with huge hand print. He rubs ur ass, before one last slap, which causes u to yelp in pain, a strained screech. U knew u were wrong to ever defy Your husband. But u were in general a very very naughty bratty girl, but the way he is dominating ur poor ego, it's sad and pathetic. "Get your ass on the got damn bed." U knew he wasnt playin w/ yo ass, So u quickly get onto the bed, "All fours, U know the got damn drill." Indeed you did, Indeed u sadly did, Although u received a spanking, Ur not recieving a riding crop, And these bitches create fucking welts. He swings back, and slaps the riding crop hard across ur bottom, U cry out loud "Aaahhhh! Fuckkkk!" It came out whiny and pathetic..U begged loudly for mercy, but it never came except for more and more pops on her ass, She can feel the welts and bruises that will be there in the mornin' "Please daddy! I'm so- MMM!!! Ahhhh!!"

"Shut the hell up."

He said seriously, Throwing the riding crop to the side and ripping her tight little boyshorts,Plunging 2 digits in her tight pussy. "Nghhhhn!!!" She cries out in pleasure, as he streches her far and wide, Her pussy clenching his fingers, Making sure she feels the strech before adding 3 more fingers, grabbing her wrist with the other hand, and making her fall face first into the bed, Her ass in the air. He loves her ass so much, so plumped, soft, His face winces in hurt and affection for his wife, knowing he didnt want to spank her like that, he doesnt want to punish her, period, but he has too, She has to learn to respect him, He enjoys her moans and sobs, Thats the only thing fueling to his erection, making him harder than a teenage boy, her pussy about to cream as he curls his fingers.

"Youn get to cum? Fuck you thought this was...After that unflashy ass attitude u had wimme? U think u cummin? Hell nah hold that shit in."

He slides his pants down, his bobbing erection coming out, as he doesnt even hive her time to think, Plunging himself deep, All 9 inches into her, Not caring. He pulls her up to his chest as he fucks her deep, wrapping his Veiny hands around her neck, Pulling her into a chokehold while digging her guts out, ballsdeep, shes gasping her air, clawing at his arm, Moaning and crying, but enjoy every last minute of it, she cries hard as shes being forced to edge herself.

"You like disrespectin' me? Huh?, U wanna keep disrespecting daddy? Hm? Tell me?" He says strained and hoarse, as he feels her pussy clench "U wanna keep acting like a fuckin child? U wanna keep actin like daddy ain' teach yo ass how to act? Hm? Let me tell u- Fuck this pussy is so good, U fucking slut..- Tell yo ass sum- Damn!!" He groans feeling how good her pussy is, He reels his hips all the way back, now going in with precision, Shes csreaming at this point, He still has her in this chokehold, She feels like she may pass out. But no, She ain, She just in immense pleasure.

"Daddy please!" She managed out "I'll be ur good little b-bitch!" She cries out "M' pussy hurt!!" He didnt give a fuck, he reaches down circulating her clit, "Take this shit, take it. U hurt me with the way u act Ma, I want u to be my good girl, Not daddy's disobedient girl, That's so unflashy of you baby, I hate hurting daddys girl..." He coos, "But it's embarrassing when my comrades ask me- Fuck! Fuck! Yea! I'm filling you! in the most! Flameboyant and fucking flashiest way ever! Ur pussy! Filled up with my kids! Oh yeah! Take this shit Y/n U better fucking take it!" He growls in her ear, before spilling deep inside of her, he didnt let her cum that night, Slapping her ass one last time before kissing her. "Maybe next time, When u wanna be daddys good girl again, I'll let that sweet pussy squirt, But for now? Ur ass ain getting to cum."

May be short, But a bitch on a time crunch..

#2010's-2019's anime #anime style #90s anime #animecore #tengen uzui #tengenuzuixblackreader #anime edit #kny tengen #black reader

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infranthrax · 10 months ago

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helo. im one they call 🍂 and id like to. make a request. i hope ur doing okay (*＞∇＜)ﾉ ur free to write this or not

i would like to request an angst w/ a good ending type of thing if its okay. a platonic f!reader&heartslabyul (seperately. if its limited to one character, you can go with riddle) headcanon that has the following plot;

mc is a pessimistic person, a very tired, overworked one. all they want is a bit of peace and quiet, but they care about the heartslabyul gang very much. they have kind of become a mom/older sister to the group (kinda like trey). anyway, one day the gang realizes that mc seems more irritable than usual which results in them making a snide remark/get in an arguement about the guy's flaws (like how riddle hurt many pre-overblot, how ace runs his mouth at the worst times, how deuce is not the brightest around, cater being addicted to his little social media sites, and trey ignoring the problems regarding riddle because he didnt want conflict, etc etc) that would hurt them.

they kind of ghosting everyone for a couple of days to calm down, and then they awkwardly come back with a box of sweets (that they managed to purchase by scraping by lmao, girlie's poor as hell...) to apologize, and eat them over tea! mc apologizes directly and wants to make up for their words, but they are not the best at speaking their mind.

ive seen countless fics where the main cast gets to be the agressive and sad, sopping wet cats, and reader comforting them. ngl, i wanted to write a piece where MC is the "sad little pathetic shrimp" but i just didnt have the time. anyway, i hope you like this prompt

oh my god I love this prompt! the mc is definitely the therapist of the group and I can imagine this happening… I restricted it down to just riddle given how detailed this prompt was, the rest of the dorm is self explanatory.☺️/pos (and thank you for your kind words! I hope you’re having a good day/night!)

generating new memory… please, one moment… ✨

𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊!

Heartslabyul x f!reader — headcanons!

sypnopsis: mc has had enough of the anal shenanigans after a near traumatic event, and she lashes back out at riddle, who is left bewildered and heated at the event.

light tw // domestic conflict, implied traumatic event

riddle rosehearts

riddle is just anal and sometimes he comes off as bossy and or ungrateful. that’s not really his intention however. that’s just an act of conditioning he’s been through.

so when he sees that you’re overwhelmed, at first he blind sighted to it. riddle isn’t great per se at emotions— let alone the ones of other people.

he gets on you for being late to class one day and it all piles up. You’re in a dorm full of boys— what girl wouldn’t have enough? at the time it was little around the time in which riddle overblotted, and he just went on with daily life like none of that ever happened.

he fucking hurt your ass. quite frankly that was the first (of many) overblots you’ll have to go through, and that’s how you’re gonna handle it? hell no, especially after the fact that you had to play superwoman to get the goons out of a near death situation.

before this, you had gotten into tiffs with the redhead on numerous occasions, trying to ground him down. never really did it work though as he was always stuck in his perfectionist ways. and you hated that about him because his mannerisms reflected into you.

he expected you to be able to carry yourself in a manner that would suit him. he expected you to dress a certain way. he expected you to follow his orders, his rules, his ultimatum. that you couldn’t stand any longer.

when he got on you for being tardy, the melting pot overflowed… and it wasn’t pretty either. let’s say you were in pain, in addition to your mental health plummeting due to not really having anyone to talk to, and then when mother nature calls upon you for your monthly drain you must attend.

you shouldn’t mess with the wrath of a woman on her period. this, riddle learned the hard way… with you.

“riddle… i swear… on god’s green earth, if you don’t shut the hell up… i’m fucking TRYING. I’M TRYING! FUCK YOU, YOU UPTIGHT PIECE OF SHIT, GO ON SOMEWHERE!”

and then the fire brewed. and then it exploded. (quite literally.) it would be hellish screaming match between you two, despite riddle claiming he is above such things. he really isn’t, he’s got a temper that’s about as fagile as glass. (no, it’s not microwave safe.)

after your blow up with riddle, you both proceed to give each other the silent treatment for the better part of a month. during this time you find comfort in your other classmates, spending time with other students outside of heartsllabyul, namely vil and rook, just for a boost of female empowerment.

and while riddle was contemplating all the bullshit that went down between the two of you, he began to feel a little bit of guilt. mattered if fact, both of you did. you shouldn’t have been so aggressive and he shouldn’t have been so… well, himself.

before class one day you enter your lab room to see a small box at your seat with a little note attached to it.

it was from riddle— a little chocolate potion bottle with those biscuits— the exact ones from the disney movie. little did he know, you happened to pop by sam’s shop to get him some mini fruit tarts and snuck into his class early to put them on his desk. you ate his little gift up, in a little bit of worry. would he accept that?

at the end of the day though, you had to return to heartslabyul to see him. and what a surprise, he wanted to talk to you.

call it him playing kiss ass— no, he’s not. he’s sorry. to be true, he should be more careful and more intuitive as a dorm lead to ensure the comfort of his students, and he does understand that sometimes he can come off as overbearing or, dare i say dictatorial. it’s really not meant to cause harm. it has a lot to do with his upbringing.

and you were sorry too. and you both hugged it out. every couple has their tiffs, right? just something he’s gonna have to work on.

#📍|| infra is logging…#twisted wonderland #memory bank #quick access #files application #twst #twst x reader #riddle rosehearts #riddle rosehearts x reader #riddle x reader #heartslabyul #twst angst

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imustbenuts · 8 months ago

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Dragons, Snakes, and the Missing Link

tl;dr The Missing Link is the Naga deity from Buddhism/Hinduism. (featuring jesus ichiban)

lowercase bc im tired today...

has anyone ever wondered how similar looking eastern dragons and snakes are?

the eastern dragon originates from china tradition, and is associated with the heavens, rain, thunder, fortune, strength and benevolence. it is also associated with whimsicality, being that the heavens and nature tend to be very whimsical when it came to the lives of people.

(originates from china, kind... of. bc theres more to this chinese origin. more under the cut)

further, it is said that should an emperor witness a dragon, they are guaranteed to be a good ruler and bring an era of peace and prosperity. this is effectively an approval from the heavens, ie, the Mandate of Heaven, and was as useful as the Divine Right of Kings argument for why rulers should rule.

its not too surprising that kiryu ends up also having a say in choosing Daigo or Terada as successors. (although he might have fucked up with terada, but Daigo became someone who is a good fit if not for the overwhelming odds stacked against him... theres also an arguement that kiryu wasn't quite Like A Dragon just yet in y1.)

so dragons are super duper important. and kiryu the character embodies what a dragon is, cool!

but then, we have... majima. who has the snake as a secondary motif of his irezumi, and i think has a secondary possible role that hasnt been pointed out yet in EN afaik

so, ive done some digging for why people think majima has the snake motif, and one possible explanation is that snakes are associated with immortality, a messenger to the heavens, which does fit majima. juxtaposed to the short bloomed sakura in his irezumi, it reads like a very elaborate art piece with layers of too many meaning, majima is fascinating. anyway.

this article goes into even deeper details why snakes are popularly paired up with the hannya mask, but are kind of vague about it:

what i want to zero in is... this word: Naga.

to understand why the dragon is linked to naga, i need to explain 2 things. what the heck is a naga, and how buddhism traveled.

what's a naga?

a naga is this.... not the guy sitting in the middle, that's buddha. but the multi-headed serpent itself:

so okay. this section is a very short summary and are worth reading more on your own, but here's the run down.

nagas are a class of serpent deity originating from hinduism. buddhism came due to a multitude of factors including rejecting hinduism's social caste system. as a result, it shares many deities with hinduism, including naga.

nagas can be depicted as multiheaded or single headed, and can transform between and in-between their snake and human form. nagas are based on cobras. in south and southeast asia, the naga is often depicted with a flap around the neck as characteristic of a cobra. or sometimes without the flap at all even.

this also means in some interpretations, nagas are as dangerous as they are benevolent/beneficial to humans (probably with the correct aptitude). this duality of good but bad if pissed off isn't at all exclusive to nagas, but in fact rather common with this sphere of deities. (sound familiar?)

in buddhism, the most well known one is Mucalinda, who protects and shelters buddha in his meditation to attain enlightenment. hence all those pictures above

interestingly, their abode is the deep, deep waters. :)

they are a very, very important deity in buddhism due to their strong and close role to buddha, but because buddhism frames gods as just other higher beings trying to escape the cycle of samsara, the nagas are seen as a protector rather than be a god to worship. cool? ok.

journey to the... far eastern japan

for how buddhism traveled, its something like this (source):

something to be clear about with this: buddhism did not arrive in japan without alteration. where ever buddhism traveled, it got reinterpreted as it moved on, absorbing local folklore and myth in the process, and then splashed about back and forth before hitting japan's shores. (but the scriptures was imported in its original form to my understanding. so the colloquial understanding is different from india's own.)

and hence why buddhism in japan is specifically called shinto buddhism: its a special blend.

with the case of nagas specifically, they seem to have entered china, and got mixed with the eastern dragon, and then passed onto korea and japan. some folklore of the dragon are also said to originally be stories about nagas, which we can see with the still present association with water and some divine knowledge.

but, the nagas by this point have lost their human form and gained bitty limbs and whiskers and claws and now soar through the skies rather than stay on the ground. or look a little goofy even.

(this dancing toothless dragon took off on douyin. i can attest to and confirm how much the chinese love goofy ass looking dragons)

in the chinese language, the sanskrit word naga was actually translated as dragon as well. hence all this mixing and remixing of things in the colloquial. notably also there was a chinese emperor known as Emperor Wu of Liang who was so fascinated with buddhism that he imported and promoted the religion, and likely appropriated aspects of the naga and mixed it with the dragon.

(i uh had to google in chinese to check and there was more than 1 article using the word dragon for naga. so nice to be a bye-lingual👍)

another important thing, japan already has their own big snake myths such as the yamato no orochi and tsuchinoko, but as for how influenced these are with buddhism is a bit of a toss up. there's definitely an exchange of sorts but its genuinely hard to tell where the line is.

so to summarize it all up

nagas are cobras to snakes to dragons.

both the chinese dragon and naga share similarities of being nasty when upset, and beneficial and benevolent to those they choose.

but, where the dragons are associated with the heavens and rain, the snakes are associated closer to the earth. both share an affinity with water.

effectively, cobras/snakes are the base for nagas, and nagas are the base for chinese dragons. so. majima's snake is like a stealth dragon.

but where the eastern dragon (kiryu) gives approval and disappears willy nilly, the naga (majima) stays and protect to the death.

meaning, kiryu is like a dragon, and majima may have always been like a dragon all along too B). theres also further theming with yin yang with these two, with kiryu being the passionate fire and majima being the naturing water. but thats a whole other detour. this post is getting long and insane enough as it is

oh, but buddhism isnt buddhism without the enlightened buddha. so while i havent played 3-6 yet i bet its this daigo guy whose name literally means Big Enlightenment.

大悟

you cant tell me hes got a irezumi of some buddhism/hinduism deity acala and have a name heavily associated with buddhist wisdom for no reason. and that he got effectively put into the position of the emperor of the kanto yakuza.

and given aaaaaall that ive written about above in regards to the intended function of these mythological deities/creatures, daigo fits the position of either emperor or buddha to a T.

now, a little personal opinion here, but it seems like RGG began rejecting the classism that comes along with the emperor system and really embraced the buddhist roots more as time goes on.

i say this bc even though i mentioned buddhism coming about partially as a rejection of the caste system, the social structure in old and current china and japan still has strong classism, rooted and continuing off old myth and religion (blame those old rulers for this). we see these in the theme of rgg and how even in the yakuza world theres a clear hierarchy, and in 7's civilian theres a clear undesired class of people.

then there's ichiban who keeps rejecting all of those judgey nonsense

ichibannnnn

interestingly theres also the bit where ichiban got handpicked by kiryu as well as a successor of sorts:

and also kiryu telling majima explicitly to support ichiban after hes gone in IW in that scene. theres also some little fun bits about how ichiban is framed as jesus christ:

and that according to some buddhist interpretation, jesus christ qualifies as Big Enlightened buddha material

so. uh. yeah.

majima is going to play a significant role in 9 i think.

idk how to conclude this but. i understand the writer and im going fucking insane as you might have noticed about 7/10 through this long post. anyway thanks for reading. become nuts with me.

#rgg #yakuza #culture #kiryu kazuma #majima goro #buddhism #buddhism? in RGG? more likely than you think #3rd ninja edit hope it works now

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inkyu · 1 year ago

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Rant about the "unOrdinary is too long and dragged out" argument

shut up shut up hut up

"unOrdinary is too long!! hurry up!!" NO IT'S NOT???

IF ANYTHING TOWER OF GOD, HOMESTUCK, AND THE GOD OF HIGH SCHOOL IS TOO LONG

I hate these people so much like jegus christ man, they would not SURVIVE those comics if unordinary is "too long and dragged out"

like seriously unOrdinary has been going on since 2016 while TOG has been going on since 2014, wanna know how long Homestuck was going on for? 2009-2016, what about the god of high school!??? 2014-2022

like seriously!! this shit annoys the hell out of me idk abt you guys

edit: im a bit of stupid idiot cuz of school stressin me out but thank u to this person for correcting me (and my lack of reading abilities)

which is WHY it's long, same thing with Tower Of God and THAT webtoon is dragged to hell and back -> and it's STILL going on and HAS an anime in the works

and just to get this out there before you go "okay but those are webcomics!! they should be faster!!"

why don't I introduce you to One Piece, it is too long, dragged out, has a LOT of filler, and was released in 1997!!!(the manga release date) DO I NEED TO SAY MORE??

disagree with me all you want, I'm so tired of the "unOrdinary is too long and dragged out" arguement, it's getting on nerves whenever someone brings it up.

#unOrdinary #rant #not art #sorry if I sound mad it's because I am :3

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mattsdollie · 9 months ago

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Overacheiver

warnings !!!

arguing, swearing. angsty, use of y/n if you squint, nicknames, tiny bit of fluff at the end :3

tiny plot explanation ! teenage y/n gets in an arguement with her father, shes finally had enough and storms out of the house. she ends up calling matt.

this is my 2nd ever fic i've made if there are any mistakes, please tell me !

WORD COUNT ; 754

y/n is now in her last year of highschool, shes always been an overachiever to try to win her parents' validation, but it just never worked. since she was in 1st grade, she got golden medals, she won spelling bees, she tried her best to get number 1 student in all her classes but she only ever got second place.

now i'm in my last year of school, all these certificates and medals just piling up in my room, yet my parents have never once thought to congratulate me, let alone be proud of me.

9th grade throwback

i get to pick what stream i take for the rest of my life. i've always loved science, but my parents keep pressuring me to take coding and ICT.

"i don't want to do programming, though," i said, tears filling my eyes as my father shouts at me. "i've been working in this industry for years. technology is taking over the world. programming is the future." he said, sternly and coldy, in a loud tone.

i just sigh as i feel the tears drop down my face. knowing i can't do anything to change my future, considering the fact my father wants me to do programming instead of what i love learning, science.

present

it's been an overwhelming weekend. all I've been doing is studying, and every time i come out of my room, my parents just end up screaming at me for not doing all the chores, knowing i have two other brothers who just rot in their rooms all day, playing games with their friends.

i started to dread coming to school, i barely had friends, all my friends had their main friends. sofia has danielle, ariana had emily. me? i had no one, except my boyfriend, matthew sturniolo. he has been by my side since 7th grade. being there for me everytime i had an argument with my father. even though i love him, i felt like i was bothering him, burdening him even, when i texted him to just go out, i felt like i was forcing him.

today, obviously, me and my father had another argument because i wanted to switch classes to an advanced science class. "why, you want to go to that class because all your friends are there isn't it?" he replied to your request, shouting at you for just speaking to him. "my friends?" you say shakily as tears threatened to fall out of your eyes. "*my friends?*" you said again, sternly, and raising your voice, your vision goes blurry from the tears that are overflowing in your eyes. "i barely have friends dad, you really think i want to switch classes because of my 'friends'? i dont have time to make friends." you shouted back at him, tears flowing down your face. your nose, eyes, and ears turning red. "i do everything in my will to try to make you proud and you just treat me like your shitty fucking maid. im so fucking tired." you said, voice hoarse and wobbly from shouting earlier.

you storm out of the room, grabbing your bag that had your phone, wallet, and headphones. you put on a jacket so you don't die from hypothermia, since the weather has been freezing recently.

you've exited your house 30 minutes ago now, trying to get as far away from home as possible. you pull out your phone as you sit at a bus stop. you text matt.

"matt, can you pick me up please?" you press enter, followed by you sending him your location. you put your headphones on, mitski was playing. making you cry even harder.

you feel your phone vibrate, its matt. "im on my way, stay put okay? i love you so much." the message read out. you stare at your phone, as you feel your tears roll down your cheek, to your chin.

"i love you more, matt." you reply.

by now, Matt has already picked you up. You both are lying in his bed. you curl up into a ball and matts arms wrap around you. "You wanna tell me what happened?" matt whispered. you whined, not being able to get over the heated argument with your father. "Okay, pretty girl. i'm gonna get us snacks, and we'll watch a movie, yeah? im sure that will cheer you up." he smiled, giving you a kiss on your temple. "i love you so much," you say, your voice shaky. "i love you more." Matt replied, almost reassuringly.

THE ENDDD !!! the arguement totally were notttt based off the ones i had with my dad 🫡

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my-castles-crumbling · 2 months ago

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hey friend!! i'm just kinda here to rant but i'd LOVE some advice if you have any.

i live in the us, and my parents are trump supporters. i just got into an arguement with my dad, and im currently crying while writing this so sorry if there's any typos, and no matter how much i try to explain that MY LIFE would be in danger, its like he doesn't care?? or doesn't think i should be "worried" about it. but i fucking am. he's a priveledged white man who literally has no fucking clue, and i'm fucking terrified of this upcoming election. like he doesn't fucking get it, and any time i try a different avenue, he focuses on the "well actually it's not one man who writes laws now is it" LIKE THATS NOT THE FUCKING POINT.

i'm so tired of it. i'm tired of hearing him say he loves me while actively supporting a man who would take away my rights. i'm his DAUGHTER and he's gambling with my life because he thinks "nothing bad will happen to me". but it could. i've grown up my entire life being taught how to be safe and "don't go to gas stations at night" "check the back of your car" yk things that women are told from a young age to literally survive. it's not a fucking joke. and the fact that he wants to entertain the possibility of "it won't happen to you" until it does happen. and then what's he gonna fucking do.

also he doesn't thing climate change is real because "the climate always changes" and he's pro-is not real (dw not asking for any advice on that just kinda sharing his viewpoints) and i'm just fucking baffled that he can look at me and still think that he's on the right side. it kills me and i hate it. i couldn't even bring myself to make one passive aggressive comment to him before he went to bed because i would feel bad. I COULDNT EVEN DO THAT.

and what's worse is when i just talk to my mom, it's like she's there. she hears what i'm talking about, and idk if she believes it necesssarily (climate change) but she understands and i feel like im close to getting her to SEE it. and then my fucking dad comes in and starts talking about the economy and all these technical terms that i don't fucking understand so i can't even argue against it, and pulls her back in. like at this point i don't fucking care about the economy or fucking taxes. i want my RIGHTS to be fucking secured. this isn't just an election on who's gonna run the economy or whatever the fuck better, it's literally the difference between women having rights. and they don't fucking see that and i'm TIRED.

i'm tired and i'm upset and i shouldn't keep having arguement with him but i can't stop trying to fight for myself, in the event that SOMEHOW they actually consider me as a person.

anyway i'm sorry if any of this makes u uncomfortable

Hi!

Honestly I think these types of conversations are hard because with some people, no matter how hard you try, they're not actually willing to listen. So you just get annoyed and you feel unheard and invalidated and it makes things worse.

I guess my question is- is your dad one of those people? And if so, in the most loving and gentle way, are you wasting your time by trying to talk to him about this? It's really difficult to have to accept that, but maybe you need to focus on your mom right now, because she seems willing to listen and learn.

Sending love!

#ask #asks #ask cas

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