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𝑹𝒐𝒂𝒅𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒑 𝒑𝒕.𝟒 - 𝑳.𝑯𝒆𝒆𝒔𝒆𝒖𝒏𝒈

𓆉Pairing: heeseung + female reader!

𓆉Warnings: smut, blow job, oral, pet names, mommy kink, unprotected sex, public sex, cream pie, edging, over stimulation, cock warming, praise kink, insecurity, cursing, alcohol, jealousy, angst, crying, sub heeseung.

𓆉Genre: best friends, smut, 18+, read at your own discretion.

𓆉Summary: nothing sounded better than spending a relaxing day on the beach with heeseung and your friends, but what happens when you go to grab a drink and a guy suddenly approaches you at the bar and heeseung happens to notice you two?

𓆉Number of words: 6,5k (wasn’t supposed to be this long :/)

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It’s finally here!!!! Hope you all enjoy don’t forget to comment and reblog!

pt.1 pt.2 pt.3

The whole car ride to the beach was filled with nothing but whining and complaining cause you and heeseung “took too long to get ready,” and according to Sunghoon, the sun had already started to go down. (Which it hadn’t. It was still really early) mind you, the ride was like 5 minutes tops, and you were going to lose it if you heard Jay scolding you for sleeping late one more time. The only thing that was keeping you sane was sitting on heeseung’s lap while he discreetly rubbed your thigh and the soft rumbles in his chest whenever he laughed at one of the guys for complaining.

Luckily you all had arrived at your destination before you got a headache. Once Jay found a parking spot, you all filtered out of the van. You and heeseung were the last to leave cause he was trapping you in his arms and pinning you against his chest. “Let’s just stay here” he placed a kiss on your shoulder while massaging your thighs.

“Stop it hee! Before we get caught,” you giggled.

“Let ‘em watch” You glared over your shoulder, and he quickly put his hands up in defense.

“I’m only kidding. You know I don’t want anyone seeing you the way I get to” he kissed your neck softly. “Unless,” he added with a lighthearted tone.

“I hate you,” you both laughed as he freed you from his arms, allowing you to exit the minivan.

“If anyone even tries checking you out, you send them my way,” he said while grabbing your bags from the trunk.

“Getting a little possessive now, are we?” You smirked.

“Is that a problem for you?” You expected him to deny it, but you were pleasantly surprised when he didn’t.

“Not at all” You closed the trunk while he picked up your bags up from the ground.

“That’s what I thought,” he smirked confidently. “Now, let’s go before Sunghoon starts his never-ending complaining” You both shared a laugh and walked to the beach together.

“Look who finally decided to show,” Sunoo chimes this time while the rest of the group sighs in annoyance looks like they weren’t just only getting on your nerves today.

“Look who decided to help me with the bags,” heeseung rebuttals.

“It’s like three bags,” sunoo scoffs.

“Then take them!” You laughed at the meaningless banter between them. You went next to heeseung and took the bags, leaving them both speechless with their mouths gaping open.

Once you found a decent spot that was a bit more secluded, you started unpacking.

“I could have taken them, you know,” Heeseung says once he catches up to you.

“And when was that going to be?” You look up at him standing above you with your hand over your eyes to shield you from the beaming sun.

“Not you too, I can’t take any more complaints,” he whined and plopped down on the blanket that you spread out.

“It’s okay. I know you want to be treated like a princess anyway, so I carried them for you,” you stated.

“I do not!” He defended. “I’m a manly man,” he nods.

You hum in acknowledgment, deciding to agree with his claim even though you know it was a complete lie.

After you got everything set, you pulled out the sunscreen and started applying it to your upper body.

Heeseung watched you enviously, not cause he wanted to put it on you but cause he wanted you to put it on him.

But how could he tell you that without being accused of wanting to be treated like a princess?

A brilliant idea pops into his head when you finish putting your sunscreen on.

He grabbed the bottle for a moment and pretended to think. “Can you put some on my back? It’s just, you know, kinda hard to reach, so..” he trailed off, and you noticed the blush dusting his cheeks, and it definitely wasn’t from the sun.

“Of course, princess” You tapped his nose, and his mouth parted to fight you back, but only a small little sigh escaped his lips before he closed his mouth cause he knew you were right. He wanted you to take care of him, and there was no getting around it. “Turn over” You smiled at his obedience and spanked his bottom. He let out a tiny squeak causing you to smile even wider from his cuteness.

“Me next” You saw a shadow appear from behind you, and you could already tell who it was from his playful tone.

“Jake, isn’t your girlfriend like ten feet away from you?” You question.

“Oh yeah,” he’s hit with the realization and makes his way over to her. “Baby!” He shouts, and you shake your head.

“Imagine forgetting you have a girlfriend,” heeseung chuckles.

“Imagine,” you smile as you squeeze another dollop of sunscreen on his lower back.

You rubbed the white lotion-like substance on his tan skin and massaged it in. When you were finished, you placed your hand inside his swim trunks and started rubbing his butt. You thought he would have stopped you, but you should’ve known he’d like that.

“Why’d you stop?” He whined.

You shook your head slightly and ignored him. “Turn over hee.”

“Okay!” He said excitedly and turned over so you could do his chest. Before you could even get more sunscreen, another voice interrupted you, and you sighed.

“Go find Hoon,” you said to Sunoo. Without even turning around, you watched his shadow disappear from behind you, and you breathed a sigh of relief. You knew it was supposed to be a trip you all took together, but right now, you just wanted to spend time with heeseung.

Besides, you weren’t going to be everyone’s personal sunscreen applier when there were like three other people that could do it for each other they’d just have to get past their male egos and let another man put it on for them, simple as that.

Heeseung was leaning on his elbows while you rubbed the sunscreen all over his pecs.

“Y/n!” Of course, it just had to be him.

“Fuck off, hoon,” you said, half joking, half serious.

“Okay, damn, I was just going to ask you to help me put sunscreen on my back.”

“Didn’t Sunoo already help you with that?” He stared at your back, confused.

“This is my first time hearing of this” he squinted his eyes. “Are you lying just for me to leave you alone?”

“No hoon” Your shoulders dropped, and you sighed loudly. “Just go find him.”

“Sunoo!” He yelled and walked up the small hill of sand in search of his friend, that was conveniently nowhere to be found

“Looks like they have it figured out,” Heeseung commented as he looked to his side and saw Jay and Jungwon peacefully applying each other's sunscreen.

“Good, I don’t think I could take it if somebody else came up to me. I’m already occupied with you,” you said and made sure the coast was clear before dipping your hand inside his shorts and taking hold of his length.

His mouth parted, a shocked gasp leaving his lips as your fingers tickled along his shaft.

He just stared at the front of his shorts for a moment, not being able to grasp the entirety of the situation until he felt your hand lightly squeezing around his base.

You bit your lip to hide your smile as you started working your hand up and down on his dick.

“Y/n!” He whisper, shouts, eyes frantically darting to all the beachgoers. “What are you doing?” He kept his voice low, trying his best not to show just how much he was panicking.

“Nothing,” you say innocently as you rub your thumb over his already wet tip.

His head fell back, and he closed his eyes as he felt you rubbing the wetness over his girth, making the slide of your hand even more pleasing. “What if someone sees?!” He bites back a moan and opens his eyes to look at you, and you can tell by his blown pupils and half-lidded eyes as he stares back at you that he was already a goner.

“What happened to let ‘em watch?” you teased him for the comment he made earlier.

“No, I don’t want anyone but you seeing me,” he whined.

“Well, if you keep turning your head in every direction, you’re bound to grab someone’s attention,” you scold. “Be a good boy and keep quiet for Mommy, yeah?”

“Fuck okay” he released a shaky breath and succumbed to your persuasive touch with little to no fight.

You leaned down and gave him a quick peck on the lips. His eyes fluttered open when you pulled away, and he looked so cute, with his stomach tensing and biting on his lip to hold back his whimpers, even though a few slipped out every now and then.

The closer he got to cumming, the harder it was for him to stay quiet. He wanted to be good for you so badly, but he just couldn’t. It felt way too good for him to stay quiet. “M-mommy,” he moaned right when he was on the edge, but you stopped before he could fall and get lost in the whirlpool of pleasure. “F-fuck, I’m sorry,” he panted and ran his fingers through his hair.

“It’s okay, baby boy, just meet mommy in the bathroom in five” You checked your surroundings one last time and kissed his forehead before you left.

Five minutes felt like five hours, especially with his ranging boner that felt like it could bust if his swim trunks brushed it the right way.

His eyes flashed over to his friends. Jake was busy eating his girlfriend’s face. Sunoo and Sunghoon were still fighting about sunscreen while Jay and Jungwon had gotten in the water.

He could barely take five steps before he heard Jake shouting his name. “Where's, y/n? We’re about to go swimming.

“I don’t know, I’ll go find her,” heeseung rushed out while discreetly adjusting his shorts so his hard-on wasn’t on full display.

“Hurry! And don’t take a whole fucking hour this time,” heeseung sighed.

“For fucks sake,” he mumbled to himself, wondering why the fuck everyone was micro-managing you two all of a sudden.

He finally made it to the bathroom and whispered your name to figure out which stall you were in.

You quickly opened the door and snatched him inside by the waistband of his shorts. “Took you long enough.”

“I was- never mind,” he said when you pulled down his shorts without giving him any time to explain.

“We have to hurry,” you said while getting on your knees and spitting in your palm, taking his length into your hand stroking him it up and down.

“Y-yeah, they are waiting on u-us,” he groaned, resting his head against the door.

“Then you have to make it quick” You winked and tapped his tip on your tongue before swallowing him whole until his tip was touching the back of your throat.

That shouldn’t be a problem, given the circumstances. “Yes, Mommy,” he moaned, and you loved how pliant he instantly became. He balled his fists at his sides when your lips wrapped tightly around his base.

You hummed around his length as a thin string of salty precum hit your taste buds and slithered down your throat as you sucked him off.

You placed your hands on the backs of his toned thighs and trailed them higher until you reached his ass and kneaded the soft flesh in your palms.

His body shudders, and his eyes fall close while little whimpers echo in the small space of the bathroom stall.

He bucked his hips involuntarily, the head of his cock pushing out your inner cheek, making it bulge.

You pressed your palms into his ass, forcing his hips forward until his tip repeatedly hit the back of your throat. You gagged around him immediately, but something about choking on his cock was so thrilling that you did it again and again until you felt him twitching inside your wet mouth, and soon his warm cum spurted all over your tongue and down your throat. “M-mommy,” his voice cracked as more soft whimpers emitted from his throat.

A satisfactory hum rises in your chest as you close your eyes and swallow down his seed.

His hips came to a halt, and he trembled in over-sensitivity as the last dribbles of his cum filled up your mouth.

His upper body was heaving up and down his neck, and his chest was a bright shade of red while he tried to calm down and catch his breath.

You licked his shaft like a cold treat on a hot summer day until every last bit of his cum was swallowed up.

You squeezed his ass playfully, and he whimpered, enjoying the soft yet aggressive touch.

You giggle and pull his shorts back around his waist before he helps you up from the floor. “Always such a good boy for Mommy” You pulled him closer to you by the drawstring of his shorts and caught his lips in a kiss. He shamelessly moaned into your mouth when he tasted himself on your tongue.

He slipped his hand inside your bikini and started fondling your ass. When he pulled your strap to your top down, you had to pull away cause he was getting a bit too handsy, and you still had to get back before the others got suspicious of your whereabouts. “We should go before… you know,” you say reluctantly and rest your forehead on his while exchanging each others breaths.

“But what about you?” He whines and pushes his face into the crook of your neck, sucking on your skin but being careful enough not to leave a hickey behind.

You straightened out your clothes and wrapped your arms around his thin waist. “Later,” you say, 'cause the risk of getting caught wasn’t worth it.

“No,” he whined again. “Let me just…” He put his hand inside your bottoms and pressed the pads of his fingers against your clit, making you gasp from the sudden pleasure. “…Make you feel good” he placed sloppy wet kisses along your jawline as he backed you up against the wall. “I’ll make it quick, I promise” he dropped down to his knees, pulling your bathing suit down around your ankles.

He wasted no time flattening his tongue and lapping up your arousal, moaning as soon as he got a taste of you. “Taste so good, Mommy” he looked up at you innocently, blinking his eyes while he wrapped his lips around his clit, pleasuring the tiny bud with his warm wet mouth.

“That’s a good boy” You ran your fingers through his hair as he pushed two of his fingers inside your wet heat and easily found your spot, caressing it over and over.

Just the look in his eyes as he ate you out was enough to make you cum. He looked so good on his knees like that. “Right there, my prince, keep g-going” you stuttered when you felt your high slowly creeping up on you.

He moaned erotically as you praised him. The soft look he gave you as he swirled his tongue on your clit was what ultimately sent you toppling over as a wave of euphoria crashed over you.

Your tight cunt clenched down on him as his fingers strummed against your thigh, making your whole body shake with pleasure as little goosebumps formed all over your skin. “My good boy,” you praised him over and over again until your orgasm started to slowly fade out. “So handsome” You stroked his cheek as he removed his fingers and sucked them clean you wondered how he could look so cute while doing something so filthy.

He grabbed some tissues, cleaned you up a little, and pulled your bikini back to its original place as you helped him up.

You shared sneaky smiles and gave each other one last little peck. He grabbed your head and led you out of the bathroom. “Wait, what if someone sees us together?” You question.

“It’s fine. I told them I was looking for you anyways” he squeezes your hand a little and smiles. “Come on. Apparently, we’re supposed to go swimming.”

“Oh no,” you laugh and follow heeseung out of the bathroom once the coast is clear.

“Oh yes,” he says, both of you already knowing it was going to turn into some type of crazy swimming contest where whoever loses has to do something dumb like skinny dipping at three AM.

After you all went swimming, luckily, Jake was the one who got his own punishment well, along with Sunghoon. The both of them had to sleep in the same bed together when they got back to the hotel.

You were all currently soaking up the last bits of sun before you called it a day. “I’m gonna get a drink. You want one?” You asked heeseung, who was still lying beside you. He gave you a small nod.

“Pick something for me,” he smiled.

“Okay!” You made your way to the drink stand and ordered. You got heeseung the same drink as you while you were waiting on your order you heard a male voice greeting you.

“Hey beautiful,” the stranger said, and you rolled your eyes and turned around to face him.

“Hi!” You greeted him politely cause you didn’t want to be rude.

“What’s a pretty girl like you doing all alone?” He approached you and sat down on one of the seats.

“I’m actually here with my boyfriend,” you pointed to heeseung, who was a couple of feet away.

“Lucky guy,” the nameless man states, not that you cared about knowing his name, but if he was going to try to approach women, he should at least properly introduce himself first.

You chuckled awkwardly while trying to let him down easy.

Your drinks were finally ready, and you were praying to a higher being that you could now slip away from this very off-putting gentleman without him saying anything else.

But unfortunately, that did not happen.

“You know, if I was your boyfriend, I wouldn’t let a pretty little thing like you out of my sight” he looked at you from head to toe which made you even more uncomfortable.

“Yeah, haha,” you laughed uncomfortably.

Heeseung turned his head searching for you. You were taking a bit long just to get a drink, but oh, how he wished he hadn’t when he saw you laughing with some random guy, and your smile looked way too bright just for it to be a friendly conversation.

Suddenly he felt sick, and his heart dropped to his stomach after seeing you like that with a man that wasn’t him.

Heeseung knew he wasn’t your boyfriend, but that didn’t stop him from wanting to be and even fantasizing about the idea of it and to see you seemingly having the time of your life with a guy you just met felt like absolute shit to him, especially after doing what he did with you earlier in that stall.

He got up and wordlessly walked back to the van to grab his clothes. “Where are you going?” He heard Jungwon say behind him.

“I’m not feeling too well. I’m gonna head back to the hotel,” heeseung muttered dejectedly.

“Want me to drive you?” Jay offered even though the hotel was a few minutes away.

“No, I’m good,” heeseung faked, smiled, and declined the offer knowing that he was probably going to cry on the way there, and he didn’t want to do that in front of his friends and ruin their day with his stupidity.

“Suit yourself,” Jay reclined and lowered his shades.

“We’re gonna have a campfire. Come back later if you feel better,” Jake shouted to heeseung before he got too far away.

“Yeah yeah,” heeseung whispers.

You had finally got away from that weirdo and escaped the very uncomfortable, awkward conversation. You walked back over to your spot, but heeseung was nowhere to be found. “Where’s heeseung?” You asked Sunghoon.

“Fuck off, y/n,” he jokingly responded the same way you did when he came up to you earlier.

You smacked his bare chest, earning a pained whine from him. “Where is he?” You asked again.

“I heard him say something about not feeling well, so he went back to the hotel,” he explained while holding his chest where you had slapped him.

“Oh,” you pouted. He seemed perfectly fine before you went to get drinks. You thought about calling him, but you figured he might be asleep, so you just decided not to disturb him and spend time with the rest of the group, mainly jakes girlfriend, cause all the guys besides Jungwon had managed to kill whatever little brain cells you had left.

As the sun started to set, you were informed about a campfire that apparently Jake came up with. You were interested, but without heeseung, it did feel a little bit dead.

You loved spending time with all of them equally, but since the first night you spent with heeseung, you just didn’t want to leave his side, but nevertheless you still tried to enjoy the moment.

Heeseung had balled up on his bed in the hotel, the scene of you talking with that guy still fresh in his mind.

How could you have sex in the morning and willingly give him head in the empty bathroom stall to just minutes later flirt with some other guy? It just wasn’t adding up in his head.

Until he realized that you and him were probably just a quick summer fling with no actual feelings involved, at least on your side anyway.

Especially since you wanted to keep everything you did with him a secret, he assumed he was just a quick, extremely easy fuck for you and nothing more.

The more he thought about it, the worse he felt for thinking you two could grow into something more. He had a hope, a very stupid hope, that by the time you all went home that he’d be able to call you his, but obviously, that was not going to happen.

He flipped over and looked at the clock that read nine ten. A text alert knocked him out of his thoughts as he unlocked his phone and saw the message from Jake telling him about the campfire and he supposed he’d go since he wasn’t actually feeling Ill besides, he didn’t want to kill the evening with his love life drama.

He took a quick shower and changed into some comfortable clothes before walking back down to the beach.

Before he could reach you guys, a girl suddenly approached him out of nowhere. “Hey, handsome,” she said to him, a sweet tone laced in her voice accompanied by a pleasant bright smile.

“H-hi,” he scratched his nape awkwardly, a blush rising to his cheeks from the compliment.

“Let me buy you a drink,” she says and extends her hand for him to take, which he does immediately and follows her to the bar.

“So handsome. Tell me your name,” she says and takes a sip of her cocktail.

“I’m heeseung,” he answered simply.

She gave him a flirtatious smile. “I like that.”

“And how about you? What’s your name? Other than beautiful, that is,” he flirts back, making the girl giggle shyly.

“You have to work for it” Another fit of drunken giggles fall from her glossy lips.

“Oh?” He cocked a brow and smirked at her insinuation. “I don’t mind getting my hands dirty if you know what I mean” he winked and raised his cup to his lips, taking a drink of his beer.

“I love a hard-working man,” she continues to flirt with him.

“Damn it, heeseung, where are you?” Jake says, annoyed. “He said he’d be here by now.”

The group's eyes roamed the beach in search of their friend, and so did yours.

Once your eyes finally landed on him, you thought you weren’t seeing clearly, but when you got just a little closer, you could tell that it was him from his mannerisms, and your eyes nearly bulged from their sockets when you saw that he was sitting with a girl.

Not just a girl but a girl that had her filthy hand on his shoulder while laughing, and when you saw him laughing with her, that made your blood boil cause what the fuck did he think he was doing?

“I’m here for a few more days, too I’ll give you my number so we can hang out sometime,” she says, reaching for her phone to exchange contacts.

“Sounds like a pla-“You cut his words off and grabbed his hand, dragging him away from his chair. “What the hell, y/n?”

“Me, what the hell? I should be saying that to you,” you say once you get to a more private area.

He snatched his hand away from you, and boy did that make you even more upset.

“Why the fuck are you talking to her?” You said angrily, to which he just scoffed and rolled his eyes. He had one more time to give you that bratty little attitude.

“I don’t see why it matters” he was walking on thin ice, and he didn’t even know it.

“You can’t be serious with me right now,” you said a bit more softly, and you felt hurt cause why wouldn’t it matter to you? He was already yours, and nobody else’s.

“Why do you care? Seriously” he folded his arms.

You had no idea where this was even coming from. You were both doing so good earlier, and now you weren’t. “Why wouldn’t I?”

He laughed sarcastically at you, pretending like he meant anything to you to begin with. “What happened? Couldn’t score a date with tall, dark, and handsome, so you use me as your rebound?”

You stayed silent for a moment to process his words, and you couldn’t believe that’s what he gathered from seeing you talking to some random guy, it felt terrible knowing he thought you were just using him for sex. “Rebound?” You said with a confused expression.

“Yeah, I’m just your fucking rebound, someone who’s easy to fuck when you want to, someone who’s willing to stick around even though you want to keep them a secret, and someone who fucking wants to be yo-” he stopped himself mid-sentence before he said something stupid that couldn’t be taken back. “Just go find somebody else to screw.”

That was it.

He tried to walk away from you, but you caught his wrist once again and walked away from the beach.

“Y/n, stop” he pulled away from you, but you just held his wrist tighter and dragged him back to your guy's hotel room. “What do you think you’re doing? People are looking at us like we’re crazy.”

He complained, but you could give two fucks about who was looking at you two right now.

“Take off your shirt,” you said sternly while locking the door to your guy’s room.

“Y/n I-“

“Take. Off. your. Shirt.” you punctuated each word. “Don’t make me say it again.”

He gulped and slowly removed his shirt button by button as his heart rate increased with each one.

You walked closer to him and looked at his bottoms. “Now those” he parted his mouth to speak, but the look on your face made him close it instantly as he pulled down his shorts and kicked them off, leaving him completely naked in front of you. “Bed,” you pointed, and he slowly sat down on it, pathetically enough, he could already feel his dick becoming hard.

“Now,” you say as you straddle his waist and place your crotch right above his. “What makes you think I want to screw anybody other than you” You wrapped your arms around his neck and slowly placed kiss after kiss on his jawline.

“I-I don’t know” he was already losing it just from your soft kisses on his neck and jaw.

“You must know,” you say as you run your fingers through his hair.

“I jus- fuck” he moaned when you rolled your hips against his hard leaking cock. “I don’t know. You looked into that guy.”

“Well, I wasn’t,” you tell him earnestly. “I was everything but into him.”

“O-oh,” he mutters, feeling entirely embarrassed about throwing a tantrum over something that didn’t even happen.

“Is that why you thought it was okay to go talk to some random girl?” You questioned, and he shrunk back from the clear annoyance in your tone.

“I was just trying to move o-“ You tugged roughly on his hair, unimpressed by his roundabout answer.

“Yes or no” You gave him only two options cause, the way you saw it, there was no in-between.

“Y-yes,” he admits.

“What a shame. I’m so disappointed in you passing me up for someone you don’t even know, assuming I just go around fucking guys whenever I want,” you tsked.

He wanted to deny it so badly, but that’s what he accused you of, and he felt horrible for it. “Mommy, I’m sorry” he tried to wrap his arms around your waist, but you pushed them away.

As hard as it was to say no to him with those puppy eyes of his, you had to because he needed to learn his lesson. “No touching baby, you’ve been a very bad boy,” you said, stroking his forehead.

“No! I swear I won’t do it again, please, Mommy, please I’m so sorry” he definitely wasn’t making it easy for you. Luckily, you had enough self-control not to give in to him so easily though.

You shook your head back and forth. “And the whole time, I thought my prince was a good boy just willing to do anything to please his mommy,” you pouted. “But I was so wrong.”

“I am good for you. I’ll be the best boy for you” It was obvious that he was desperate to touch you, but that wasn’t going to happen because a well-deserved punishment was in order.

“No, no, no,” you shook your head.

“Pl-please,” he stuttered as you rolled your core on his cock, covering him in your wetness.

You grabbed his hands and pinned his wrist behind his head, using your free hand to tilt his head upwards so you could see his desperation. “Now prove to me that you’re still my good boy, show Mommy” he nodded eagerly, ready to do anything you asked of him.

You pushed your bikini bottom to the side, hovering your core over his rock-hard cock, sinking down on him slowly, causing him to whimper as soon his tip entered you. “M-mommy feels so good,” he moans as his eyes roll back into his head.

Just feeling his tip inside was outer worldly. It felt so good to have his girthy cock fucking open your tight hole. “You always fill mommy up so well with your big cock, baby boy,” you whisper on his lips, swiping your tongue along his bottom one, earning a quiet whimper from him. The small gasp of air leaves a perfect opening to stick your tongue inside his mouth and explore every inch of him.

You felt his bound hands twitching every now and then. You could tell he was trying so hard to keep himself from touching you and you were proud of him for not caving.

As you rocked your hips, you pushed yourself deeper on his shaft, making his jaw go slack as he looked up at you with clouded eyes.

His mouth was parted open slightly, and you used the opportunity to gather a ball of saliva in your mouth and transfer it to his. “Swallow,” you whispered and placed your hands on his shoulders, gaining leverage to bounce on his cock faster.

He immediately gulped down the sticky substance, and you didn’t miss the way he twitched inside you while doing so. “You like that?” You ask teasingly as you see pink blush rising to his ears and chest.

“So much, Mommy” he nodded his head. “Please, can I touch you?” He whimpered.

“No, can do, naughty boy. You need to learn a lesson” You let go of his hands. “Don’t move,” you say while trailing your hands up and down his exposed sides.

You could hear an audible gulp when you pressed the pads of your thumbs on his nipples.

With the way you were riding him, mixed with the stimulation on his nipples and the taste of your saliva still on his tongue, he knew he wasn’t going to be able to hold off much longer.

You leaned down and kissed his rosy chest trailing your the tip of your tongue along his collarbone as you suddenly slowed your pace, leaving him feeling mixed emotions as his orgasm got further and further away. “Why?” He whined with a choked sob looking up at you with a pleading look in his big brown shiny eyes.

You pecked his red pouty lips and picked up the pace again, bouncing up and down at a faster pace than before, and he could feel his orgasm building up inside him again. “Yes, yes, yes,” he chanted breathlessly. He was seconds away from letting go, and you stopped moving, leaving him breathless and balling his fists for dear life.

He huffed out a breath of air, head spinning while he looked at you with what looked like tears in his eyes. “M-mommy, please, I’ve been a good boy for you,” he whines, and it takes every last fiber of his being to restrain himself from touching you, but somehow he still managed not to cause he wanted to prove to you that he was still your good boy even after making you mad.

You ignored him again and edged him for what felt like hours, but in reality, it was only a few minutes.

He was whining nonstop, his body fully flushed red and his breath hitching every time his tip brushed against your spot. “You’re doing so good, baby boy,” you praised him and wiped a tear from his cheek. “Think you can be good for a little longer? Hmm?” Your release wasn’t far off, and you couldn’t hold back much longer as the sticky sounds between your bodies became more pronounced the harder you bounced on his thick cock.

“Yes! Anything for you,” he rushed out, hoping you were finally going to let him cum. He was so hard that he was sure his dick had turned purple by now. He needed to cum in you, or else he felt like he was going to faint.

“Mama's boy,” you kissed his forehead, and he melted at your praise. He turned into absolute mush hearing you call him that. “Go ahead, prince cum inside your mommy.”

You could feel his length stiffen inside you as he emptied his cum deep in your pulsating cunt. Strong spurts of seed splashed against your walls, wetting your insides with his sweet, warm release. “Fuck, Mommy,” he whined, and he couldn’t resist hugging his arms around you and burying his face in your chest as his cock throbbed inside you.

He was moaning against your chest. His hot, heavy breath on your skin made your nipples harden as you came seconds after him with loud, obscene moans. “So good, my sweet prince” You choked on air as you came clenching around his cock. “Your cock always makes mommy feel so good” You threw your head back, moaning uncontrollably, using the last bits of strength in your thighs to ride out your highs together.

His whimpering only made you want to hear him more, and you rolled your hips again, over stimulating him until he was crying out moan after moan. “It hurts,” he whines but makes no moves to stop you. “Please s-sto- fuck fuck fuck” he slurred his words. It was so sensitive that it was painful, but it hurt so good. “Gonna cum again, m-mommy, can I please? oh god please, let me cum need to fill you up, mommy, please”

He sounded so cute, begging for your permission to cum that you couldn’t say no. “Go on, baby boy” You smiled and pushed his hair away from his forehead so you could watch his pretty little orgasm face. “Fill mommy up,” you whisper.

“Thank you, Mommy,” he moaned and bit your chest as he spilled his cum into you for the second time tonight, filling you up to the brim with his thick creamy cum just the way you liked it.

“Yes,” you hissed from the slight sting of his teeth seeping into your flesh. “So full,” you clenched around him, milking him dry, marveling at how warm and full you felt inside.

You lowered your head and kissed him messily, still rocking your hips and making a mess of his abdomen.

“My good boy,” you whispered on his lips as he squeezed your waist, pressing you against his chest, allowing you to feel his wild heartbeat.

“Your good boy,” he said in between heavy breaths smoothing his palms over your sweaty back. “Your good boy”

You both release a satisfactory hum as you ride out your highs together. It was so warm and wet the feeling was too addicting to stop words couldn’t describe how much you loved being full of his cum.

“I c-can’t,” he whispered and shook his head. “T-too sensitive,” he mumbles.

“It’s okay, my sweet prince. You did so good for Mommy” he leaned back and smiled at you exhaustedly.

“I’m sorry,” he pouted and hugged you again.

“Shh,” you slowly rubbed his back. “It’s okay, let mommy clean you up now, yeah?” You kissed his forehead and tried to get off of him but he wouldn’t let you.

“No, stay” he latched on to you even tighter and pulled the blanket over your body, his dick still very much inside of you.

He hugged you against his chest, and you could feel him still trembling under you.

You made a mental note not to go so hard on him next time. “I’m so sorry. Please don’t be mad at me” he nuzzled his face in your neck, sniffling softly.

Your heart dropped the second you heard his broken voice. “I’m not mad, okay?” You stroked your fingers through his hair. He lifted his head, looking at you with a smile and bloodshot eyes.

“You’re not?” He pouted.

“No, I could never be mad at you,” you whispered and kissed his cheek. “Never”

“I jus-“ you shushed him with your index finger. “You can explain tomorrow. For now, get some sleep, my sweet prince. You need it” You booped his nose, and he hid his blushing face in your neck.

“Yes, Mommy” he said cutely while hugging you tightly in his arms and closing his eyes.

“Night, my handsome boy,” you gave him a million Little pecks all over his face.

“Goodnight, Mommy” he whispers.

You felt your eyelids getting heavy as you listened to his heartbeat returning to back to normal.

There was still a lot of time left on your guy's vacation, and you were tired of sneaking around with him.

After seeing him with another girl, you were one hundred percent sure of your feelings for him, and you weren’t going to keep them a secret any longer and risk someone else taking him from you.

You just hoped he felt the same way about you too, cause after the first night at the hotel, you felt attached to him on a deeper level that went beyond friends, and you didn’t want to let go of him anytime soon.

As your eyes fell shut, the last thing on your mind was making him yours.

FIN

Thank you so much for reading. I appreciate each and every one of you who made it to the end. - 🐹

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dunmanticarchivistsmain · 25 days ago

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Alright I’ve had a good night to sleep on Wild Life and I’m ready to cook up my headcanons on Life lore.

Despite the name that was a relatively tame first episode; everyone’s spread out in a usual fashion, claiming high ground, resources and allies.

The opening teams this time are such a treat; you’ve got Jimmy, Scar and Lizzie. Treebark. Obsession Duo. GrumboMan. BET. BigB off by himself (whyyy)

Aaaaand there’s the Gs (now upgraded to 4G with impulse being Grownman or Guy). What kind of destiny is so intractable, so unyielding, that after 4 seasons of death, betrayal and pain these 3 cannot deviate from their orbits around each other?

It's almost strange to see, especially after the healing that was Secret Life. Why the regression, why the diving back into what seems like an unhealthy relationship?

It's only after watching Scar, that I realised. Pearl semi-won Secret Life. She may not have carried one of her chosen Mounders to victory, but her personal arc of healing was completed by relinquishing the bloodlust and desire to win, her half hearted ally Scar earned his victory, she made new friends and had a mostly good time being in the thick of things. I'd like to think Scar came out of his victory the most sane of all the winners, so far he seems a little on edge, but he seems much sharper in his survival skills (aside from the falling please never change Scar <3) planning defenses and gathering allies etc. Interestingly he put Pearl on 100/100 relationship immediately, despite having never interacted (?) with her at all this first episode except sharing the first deaths.

Anyway back to Pearl, what's her headspace going into a new life series, having mostly achieved her goal of getting a friend across the finish line?

Primarily I see her as cautious, with her familiarity of the twists and turns of the seasons changing, she wants to know what ground she's treading first. Circumstance or destiny has brought old faces to her side, ghosts made manifest. So she tests. She tests if they remember, as she does. No better than known quantities, as a control for what may have changed. Clearly they do. They remember it all. The gaslighting, the gatekeeping. Just not the girlbossing. I think Pearl has made her peace with that. That part of her is a rotting corpse chained to her soul. That part of her died when he killed them.

And then there's Impulse. The one who seems on the cusp of remembering, of being drawn into the nexus of unbreakable fate. He has always been a contender, an aspirant to the pantheon. He positions himself as the useful one, at the very least a player in the games. So far he's contributed a lot of time to the team, digging obsidian, herding cows, figuring out the wildcard. But is he really stuck in? Between the moon and stars which side will he lean if perchance....one were to bolt?

Because this is not a stable configuration; for the first time in 5 seasons, Pearl has not outright said: I want my team my partner my universe assigned person and I to win. In fact when Cleo brought up loyalty, of all the people she who could best have a claim to it, Pearl outright shoots down the idea that day one alliances last despite having never being the one to break them up and having always wanted them to hold. I think victory means little to Pearl now, she has won, she has lost, her team has won, her team has lost. So what drives Pearl, in a world of chaos and uncertainty? I don't really know but if I had to guess?

Defiance.

She has never been a conformist, and she only cleaved to people's flawed expectations as a subversion. Pearl has been on a malicious compliance arc lately on hermitcraft and I am having some tasty hopes that will continue (copium intensifies). Grouping up with an old team? That sounds like great groundwork for expectation subversion if you think she's going to be like previous season, loyal and almost self-sacrificial. Why would she, to a group that treats her like trash?

Very much enjoyed the opening episodes this week, they are such fertile soil for headcanons and interpretations. Looking forward to the weekly twists and turns with all the cast and crew.

I leave you with one of my favorite quotes from a book "The galaxy will know, before long, one way or the other, that defiance yet exists in this crooked house of lies" ~The Path of Heaven, Chris Wraight

#pearlescentmoon #wild life spoilers #deep in the rabbit hole of silly block people #hi i live here now #everyone im referring to is c! to be clear #meaning their character #<- always good to clarify this bit

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kneelingshadowsalome · 1 year ago

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ok tbh…fellow readers don’t kill me but i feel like konig is still using readr for sex…or like actually doesnt love her yk…like anyone can fill that role and she is cause there’s no other woman around 😭 IDK i can’t put my finger on it

Ok, this is a tricky one and I'm glad you asked! Because... (and I also hope my readers won't kill me for this) like I said in my answer to this ask, I profiled König as a sociopath. And I can and I will put my finger on it 🫠

The following are my thoughts on the subject & antisocial pd (otherwise known as sociopathy). I hope you read about this m. disorder if it interests you, pls do not take my words as gospel! I also wish to remind that this is fiction and I'm practically ready to bend the laws of physics if I have to, to force even the most disputable, unstable and corrupt of characters give and receive love because that's just my cup of tea. 🩷

First of all, sociopaths are typically viewed to be incapable of love and empathy. They use manipulation to get what they want. Being in a relationship with a sociopath is described to feel incredible and passionate one moment, and confusing and scary the next. If you know what's good for you, you wouldn't even want to be special to a sociopath.

Sociopaths themselves often claim they do love those selected few they respect, just not in ways "normal" people regard as love. And this, I think, is where it gets interesting.

The definition of love as unconditional, sacrificial and selfless care for another person is not a sociopath's definition of love. They might care about a tiny amount of handpicked people, to some extent. For a sp, love is when they refrain from harming those few they care for. That's pretty cold, right?

Still, sociopaths are not devoid of emotion even if the most common emotion they feel is rage. They are not narcissists even if they are manipulative, emotionally cold, and act entitled at times. There seems to be dispute over whether sociopaths feel empathy or not (psychos don't, they simply can't because of an impaired mirror neuron system). Their defense mechanisms consist of manipulation, extreme detachment and extreme impulsivity; it's been their only way to survive in a disorganized, unloving and unstable environment.

König is someone who has been neglected and abused, who has never been shown what love even means. Everything has been conditional. He's lived in constant fear and anxiety; he has never had a loving or a stable father, his mother practically denied the abuse he had to suffer by not intervening, he has never had any friends (like he says himself in ch. 1), has only ever received attention through fear and disgust. The only dream he had in this life, the only possible redemption arc, so to say, went to shit.

It's not anyone's job to fix this kid, sure. But when, from where, or from who would he have learned to love?

When reader comes along, she shows kindness to him, forgives his trespassings over and over again, and chooses to trust in him even when afraid. If we only talk in terms of sociopaths/manipulators and their victims, then yes, this is a horrible setting, because it is the perfect setting for abuse.

And it's true: there is no one else around. All the yearning and thirst and starvation is immediately projected onto the first and only person who finally shows him some kindness, even after all his drastic shortcomings. So she isn't "special". But in a way, she's more than special: she's world shiftingly, groundbreakingly special 😐

What we know is this: König asks if he is harassing her and if she wants him to stop. He vows multiple times he would never hurt her. He assaults someone who, in his mind, mistreats her (and who reminds him of a person who mistreated him and his mother when he was a kid), leaves reader eventually alone when she shows signs of not forgiving him/wanting him in her life anymore.

These are all toxic breadcrumbs, and this whole setting is unhealthy and problematic. A sane and cynical person would say that this is manipulative and abusive. A sensitive, overly compassionate person might say this is a sociopath's only way to love.

Reader may not have been special when she first came into König's life. He saw her as a plaything first, but can you blame a touch-starved man for trying to get some intimacy? König doesn't trust anyone, doesn't know how to give or get comfort other than through sex, so of course he would opt for sex first. (Also, let's be real: who would suffer this kind of man if he wasn't so hot? No one, for goodness sakes)

The connection that blooms afterwards, I imagined and wrote as real, no matter what or who he is (because I'm a naive romantic at heart 🥰). He's not a green flag man by any means, but he's trying his best (which will never be enough). Had I wrote him a psychopath, the story would have been way more darker, and even the minimum amount of empathy and true love that is, at times, present in this fic, would not have been there at all.

König also sacrifices himself for reader at the end of the last chapter. A through-and-through sociopath would not perhaps deem it in their best interest to go that far, even if the "gains" were abundant (reader's deepening attachment and eternal gratitude). This is why this particular scene is important, because it poses the question: is he really a sociopath? Why would he do this? Because at this point, reader is indeed very goddamn special :D

I'd also like to entertain the question: how special is König to reader? I mean, don't we all just want to take these broken men like Ghost and König home and "cure" their sadness by giving them some— ahem, *gunshots*, this was a little off topic, but you get the idea. Savior complex is real, too!

If König is ever diagnosed with APD, reader would probably educate herself and find that sociopaths cannot love, and they cannot change because there is no cure: the damage is already done. These people will only use and abuse those who don't get out of the relationship. She would also find that there are sociopaths who are still in touch with their families, who have kids and partners and who have learned to "behave" for the sake of their loved ones. Either because they actually care or because it serves their interests (of being loved? Don't we all want to be loved?).

Again, this is fiction. I don't wish to justify this character's actions nor condone this kind of abusive behavior (should go without saying but perhaps it's best to state it at least sometimes to be clear ❤️). Nor do I want to condemn the reader for having feelings and empathy for this big, abused wreck. And the reason why I can't give you a clear answer on this is because there is none :')

If you people have thoughts on this, something you wish to share, I would love to hear and chat and just…*pls* this is such an interesting topic! Don't be shy 🩷🤗

(Also pls don't kill me)

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foxwitchaine · 29 days ago

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What red flags do you think Adrien has?

First and foremost, Adrien hasn't changed during the series. Like, at all. If this had been any other series with a "Status Quo is God" mentality, I wouldn't be so nitpicky. The problem is we were promised plot all the way back in Season 2. And plot typically involves characters changing, growing, and developing along the way. I know I'm gonna sound like a broken record, but Avatar: The Last Airbender is pretty much the gold standard of what kid's shows nowadays should aspire to be like. The old "it's for kids" excuse is only gonna go so far when we've had gems such as ATLA, the Batman Animated Series, the OG Justice League, the OG Teen Titans, heck even anime like Sailor Moon and Dragon Ball Z on air. I'm personally not a fan of Dragon Ball Z, but even I can acknowledge what Akira Toriyama accomplished.

Those works also weren't afraid to get dark and scary while still being age-appropriate. Something modern kid's cartoons can all learn from, be it Disney, Cartoon Network, or even Nickelodeon. And something they all have in common? A strong and well-structured plot. Emphasis on "well-structured". I can't claim to know what goes on in the writing room of Miraculous Ladybug, but it's painfully clear hardly anyone knows what they're doing. And it's resulted in the "plot" of the show turning into a tangled tumbleweed drifting across the desert of discarded but better-written ideas.

Whatever the metaphor is, anyway.

Let's continue.

Adrien's second biggest red flag is his continuous defense of characters like Chloe and more recently Lila. I'm admittedly ignoring Season 4 onward because I cannot fathom disrespecting your characters (and audience) so much you turn a kid's show into your own vanity project just to stroke your ego. But that's beside the point.

Adrien has the unfortunate habit of defending problematic people like pre-"redemption" Chloe (I use that word loosely as I'm doing my own Chloe redemption in my fic with Rafe) and Lila. You could argue that it's because of the way his father raised him. But it defeats the whole purpose of Adrien getting to go to school.

School is a place where you learn and grow. And figure out how to deal with unpleasant stuff, such as bullying, incompetent teachers, and apathetic faculty (I'm telling on myself, I just know). The problem is that Adrien, despite all his chances to figure out how to unlearn the behaviors Gabriel instilled in him, has not once made any active attempts to improve himself. Yeah. I know. I may be a little too harsh on him, but that's because I saw potential in Adrien to be much better than he is now. Disregarding the Sentimonster theory being confirmed (again, I'm also ignoring that), Adrien's stagnation is very telling of both the character and the writers. No matter what happens in the show, the universe bends itself backwards to acknowledge his existence. Do you know what that's called in writing?

A Mary Sue. Or, in Adrien's case, a Marty Stu. You could argue that Marinette is a Mary Sue, but she gets torn down so much in the show the argument is pretty much moot.

Do note that this is not aimed to tear down anyone who's written Mary Sues or Marty Stus. I've created several of my own in my early days as a writer. Who hasn't. The thing is, though, as I grew up, so did my characters and my writing.

Adrien hasn't grown up since the start of the show. And that's very telling.

Then there's the third biggest red flag of Adrien: his behavior as Chat Noir. I know it feels unfair to use that against him, but it's been stated multiple times that Chat Noir is, in essence, Adrien's true self without his everyday mask.

If that is who he is without any limits, then I want him as far away from me as possible.

Preferably, with a restraining order.

I have yet to figure out why this keeps happening when Hollywood and other big-name studios write romance — even by female authors and writers — but it has to stop. Men, most sane women prefer it if you accept the first "no" as an answer. That goes for you too, ladies. No, I don't care if this pisses anyone off. I'm an equal-opportunity realist. And I'm gonna say something that will likely have people calling for my head on a pike:

Relationships in general are built on mutual trust and communication. It's hard work maintaining a healthy relationship, it really is. But more often than not, it's one of the most fulfilling things anyone can possibly dream of. No, this doesn't mean everyone is obligated to say yes to romance. There are those who choose to avoid romance altogether.

And that's perfectly fine. I just happen to be a romantic who enjoys romance. That's my personal preference (no, this doesn't mean I like red flags).

The writers of Miraculous Ladybug seem to be under the impression that teenagers should hook up with the first hot person they meet. And that's a very dangerous message to spread. Because what if the first hot person they meet is a domestic abuser? Or worse: a criminal who has no issue using whatever they can to control and dominate their partner.

Adrien — and by proxy, Chat Noir — has displayed behavior that's alarmingly similar to domestic abusers despite his sunshine persona. He's destroyed property because Ladybug told him "no" (Sentibubbler). He set up a date even though Ladybug told him she had plans, then had the audacity to get huffy and upset about it (Glaciator). He's lied to someone about his relationship with her, then blamed her for the resulting akuma.

Note that the last example was from Copycat, a Season 1 episode. Which bears the disturbing implication that this is an ongoing issue, not a one-time problem.

Adrien Agreste had potential to be a great character.

It's too bad the writers have stressed he's too perfect to change.

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nourrris · 8 months ago

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I hate, and love Steve Rogers.

there is no character who's given me as many conflicted feelings as he does, i can't tell if i absolutely hate his guts or adore him helplessly, one side is coming from the fact i love tony stark, and steve rogers is an absolute cunt for the way he's treated him at times (which some instances are understandable, but i still hold civil war against him) and then theres the version of him that i hold so close to my heart, excluding his confident demeanor and severe savior (guilt?) complex, he is still the man who couldnt help himself and risk his life for everybody else, the man who was pushed into a situation so life changing, experiencing the quite literal horrors of the world and humanity, both pre and post serum, he lived a rough life, especially with the timeline he lived in originally, and then the entire ordeal with bucky, the horrifying realization what's happened to one of the closest people in his life, what he's become, and the fact he's alive. (not that he ever got the chance to mourn anyways)

and thats not to talk about how his life was ultimately changed completely within such a small time frame for him, prior the modern years, living through a whole different world, about to sacrifice his life to mankind, then he wakes up 70 years later, the love of his life has aged in a way he didn't get the chance too, the world has became something completely separate to the timeline he lived in, he has to learn new social customs, new ways to adapt to how society exists, how is he meant to grieve or mourn through any of this at all? he had absolutely no time, he was consistently put into the highest of stress situations.

i hate how civil war went down, he gave away his life he had began building, of course there were multiple different ways to act and he definitely did not choose the right one, but i'll give the smallest inch of credit and say i'm not sure how i'd act either if i found my best friend (who was supposedly dead, now a deadly assassin) was back in the limelight for the worst reason possible, one that was causing the entire world to hate him, but not only that - his identity of actually still being alive is now public for the entire world to see, even if the man they saw hadn't actually been him.

i can't say i would have taken his side as confidently so brashly, almost killing a person you could almost consider a close friend in defense when they just found your supposedly dead (now assassin) bestfriend is at fault for who killed his parents, tony acting irrationally was rather reasonable, i'd understand bucky defending himself, steve through? i'd say its different, maybe?

he's also rather arrogant in same situations, especially in 'the avengers' when he says 'Big man in a suit of armor, take that away and what are you?' as if tony wasn't the genius behind making every little detail in the suit, constructing it all single handedly, and the prototype that had been created in a very spontaneous manner which still worked miraculously better than any person managed to create in a much larger time frame, and a much less stressful situation.

i cant pretend and believe that steve must know this information of course, they seemed like they had been roughly introduced to eachother, but also to make such a claim against somebody like him who's father was also an insanely credible genius, he should have given him at least some benefit of the doubt, or actually attempted to learn more about him before going straight for eachothers throats like a bunch of kids.

another part of that quote that irked me was the sacrifice one, i frankly do not understand that part, the entire idea of iron-man is one big ol' self sacrifice, there is no safe (or really sane) way to make a machine like that and go into conflict way too big for one person to overtake, he's almost died multiple times for the sake of helping society, the idea of getting his information right isn't even the biggest issue, its that i just genuinely dont understand why he keeps spouting out things with absolutely no context? he says he see's the videos, but its a little hypocritical steve rogers of all people is letting other people define who tony stark is when he lived his entire life being defined what society deems of him just by a single glance, unless of course he just saw one random iron-man video of the stark expo performance with the girls. (which god, i cringed at myself.. why tony, why)

still to act as confident as he did, i would have assumed he attempted to well.. learn more about the guy. i genuinely think this part itself is a poor writing issue though, it felt weirdly out of character, but i can understand it from a certain viewpoint i guess.

once more, another point i wanted to make this time was somewhat against tony's actual response to what steve said, of course in a way hes completely correct where "everything about him came out of a bottle", in a physical sense, but steves over eager need to help was always very evident, his courage in place since the dawn of the world. although, he realistically would likely have never been able to become the man he is without the serum, so well technically theres not much to fight back there, but the serum could have distinctively (and quite literally has) gone to the wrong hands, i'm not sure if i should be applauding him for having morals, but at last, its difficult to say how anybody would react to such a life altering experience, and not really even getting the chance to understand whats happening, or how it works.

i've likely gotten off track, but point is i think he's a very flawed character, but at the same time still one of the kindest people with a heart made out of gold, albeit a bit of a blockhead at times, he truly tries, and he was frankly put in a very unfair position, no matter what he signed up for, there was no world it could have possibly entailed what he's gone through so far, even if he doesn't regret it, or would do it a hundred times more.

anyways, i hate him and love him all the same, and still very strongly hate his ending in endgame (as a total writing issue, i cannot possibly blame the character).

thank you for reading this ramble, so sorry if this upset you, or if i actually got any of the lore wrong, do correct me if i have!

#steve rogers #captain america #tony stark #iron man #marvel mcu #mcu

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markerofthemidnight · 6 months ago

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T-04-29: “Tickle-Me Wiggly” (Lobotomy Corp. x Hatchetfield Fan Abnormality)

So yeah, turns out the reason why I’ve been writing so little is actually because I’ve been writing fan Abnos!

I actually have a few more of these sitting in my notes- this is just the first one I finished. Naturally, it has to be Wiggly: Black Friday Wiggly, specifically! Might make a few more for his brothers if this gets popular enough.

Anyways, it’s getting late and writing all this really knocked the wind outta me, so without further ado:

“And those people, those sheeple, the tall and the small, will fall, and they’ll crawl, and they’ll brawl for a doll.”

The Abnormality takes the form of a small green plush toy with tentacles instead of a mouth, sitting on a shelf in the Containment Unit.

Basic Information

Risk Classification: ALEPH

Work Damage: White

Max. E Boxes: 30

Good Mood Range: 22-30

Normal Mood Range: 21-11

Bad Mood Range: 0-10

Max. Qliphoth Counter: None

Managerial Guidelines

1. When the Work Process ended, there was a chance that the Agent took Tickle-Me Wiggly with them outside of the Containment Unit.

2. The higher the Agent’s Temperance, the lower the chance of this effect occurring became. However, no matter how high it becomes, there will always be a small chance that the Agent is affected.

3. When Tickle-Me Wiggly was outside of its containment unit for too long, employees all over the facility began to suffer constant White damage, starting with the ones closest to the Abnormality. However, Agents with 100+ Temperance were immune to this effect.

4. When an employee’s Sanity Meter reached zero because of White damage dealt by Tickle-Me Wiggly, they began attacking everything around them while searching for the Agent holding the Abnormality. This state was designated as “Frenzied”.

5. If a sane employee’s Sanity Meter reached zero because of White damage dealt by a Frenzied employee, the same effect as above was observed.

6. When a Frenzied employee found the Agent holding Tickle-Me Wiggly, the two fought. If the Agent died, the employee took the Abnormality from them.

7. Once a Frenzied employee’s Sanity Meter was restored to its maximum by a sane Agent, they returned to normal.

8. The sanity of the employee currently holding Tickle-Me Wiggly could not be restored. Because of this, the Manager must order the Agents to execute the Frenzied employee.

Work Preferences

(I have no idea how I’m gonna make this layout work on Tumblr but here we go)

Instinct Insight Attachment Repression I : High Very Low High Common II : High Very Low High Common III : High Low High Common IV : High Common Common Low V : High Common Low Very Low

Process Information (flavour text)

Instinct - The Agent tells Wiggly all about their job and life, trying to avoid admitting how unsatisfied they are with it at all costs to protect the company.

Insight - The Agent manages Wiggly’s preferred environment in the Containment Unit. Its lighting must remain dim, with most light stemming from fairy lights or glow-in-the-dark stars. Only then is the Abnormality at its most satisfied, claiming it reminds him of home.

Attachment - The Agent engages in what can only be described as a 20-minute tickle session with Wiggly as their target. No, this is not a joke.

Repression - The Agent sticks red pins in Wiggly while doing their best to shut out the death threats he curses out at them.

E.G.O. Equipment

Gift (Observation Level 3)

Feast or Famine (Helmet)

A golden crown endowed with small blue gems.

Drop Chance: 1%

Effects: +12 HP, -5 SP (+5 Movement Speed and Attack Speed when worn with the corresponding EGO suit)

Suit (Observation Level 4)

Feast or Famine (ALEPH suit)

A suit made almost entirely of dark green tentacles, with a red ribbon in place of a tie.

Red Defenses: 1.2

White Defenses: 0.2

Black Defenses: 0.3

Pale Defenses: 0.5

Requirement: V Fortitude, V Temperance

Cost: 120

Max. Amount: 1

Weapon (Observation Level 4)

Feast or Famine (ALEPH Whip)

A black, four-thonged whip with a green hilt. This weapon is a unique type as there are no other specimens of its kind currently known.

Damage (White): 8-18

Attack Range: Short

Attack Speed: Fast

Special Ability: Every five attacks, the whip’s damage range spreads to every target in the room currently facing the Agent. The attack will restore SP to not only Agents, but also any passive non-Agent entities (such as Rabbits and passive Abnormalities).

Requirements: V Fortitude, V Temperance

Cost: 200

Max. Amount: 1

Story

The Abnormality takes the form of a plush toy resembling a green tentacled monster. On its back is a tag identifying the toy as having been manufactured by an unknown company apparently named “Uncle Wiley’s Toys”.

The doll itself consistently remains motionless no matter what it is subjected to. However, when an Agent enters the Containment Unit, the Abnormality begins to communicate with them through telepathy.

It calls itself ‘Tickle-Me Wiggly’, and regularly engages in casual conversation with staff. It “speaks” in a babyish manner, as if addressing a child, and regularly asks employees how satisfied they are with their life.

When it does so, it is imperative that Agents always respond positively.

If it senses that an employee is unsatisfied with their lives at the moment, it will attempt to form a “bond”. It is unknown how this “bonding” works, but if it succeeds, the bonded Agent will become obsessed with Wiggly, revering him like a god and violently attacking everyone who speaks against him.

If you suspect that a co-worker has become bonded with Wiggly, report it to your department’s Sephirah immediately and they will be properly disposed of.

If an Agent has taken Wiggly out of his Containment Unit, dispose of the Agent immediately, burn the doll, and return its charred remains to the Containment Unit.

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(The next two corresponding documents can only be access by Level 5 or higher employees.)

For a long time, nobody knew where Wiggly came from.

Agents thought he was just that: an unsightly, unsettling children’s toy that says violent things occasionally, but is relatively harmless.

Until the day came that, after a particularly successful Instinct work, Wiggly told an Agent a secret. They returned from the Containment Unit with a smile on their face, and even after suppressing a WAW Ordeal with quite a few casualties, showed a considerable lack of mental corruption.

Once the day was over, however, the company was surprised to see that the reports the Agent sent in regarding Wiggly previously that night were written in an indecipherable language.

The next day, the very same Agent constructed an alter in the middle of their home department, spreading misinformation and religious propaganda whilst constantly switching between English and complete gibberish suspected to be the aforementioned language, before finally opening the door to the Containment Unit and returning with Wiggly in hand.

All they had to do was make eye contact with it, and suddenly, the mental corruption of almost all employees in the department near-instantly became 0. When all was said and done, the Agent died, and we very narrowly avoided losing half of the facility’s total employees.

It took far more time and resources than we would have liked, but eventually we were able to roughly translate the previously-mentioned Agent’s final report on Wiggly into understandable text:

—

When I entered his prison today, he was looking at me with a smile on his face.

The process started out normally. He asked me what was wrong with my life, and when I answered truthfully, promised me he would do everything in his power to fix it.

He told me that he had grown attached to me in the time we had spent together. Asked me if he could tell me a secret, to which I obliged and leaned in closer. At first, I thought it was just some gibberish language… but once he told me his name, suddenly I understood, just like that.

With those words, a whole new reality was opened up to me. I saw Him. The face of God, ancient and welcoming. The Father, a beast. The Son, a doll. And the Holy Spirit, a beautiful, inky ocean enveloping this doomed world, ready to wrap it in His tentacles and cleanse it of all sin.

I haven’t seen this place the same way since. And I don’t want to. Now, for the first time in my life, I can work in peace knowing He will be watching over me, in all His holy glory.

The others aren’t so lucky. They’re still stuck in their cages, with no knowledge of Him or just how beautiful He really is. He has the power to set us all free, and yet nobody realises, because nobody believes.

Nobody but me.

In wake of this information, I have decided that I shall be His prophet. I shall set my darling coworkers free from their abyssal cages, and once they have all seen the light, we will depart this doomed world and join Him in the Black.

This company is doomed, as is this world. But with Him by my side, it doesn’t have to be.

The Lords in Black call us. All hail Wiggog Y’rath.

—

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During Work

“And those people, those sheeple, the tall and the small, will fall, and they’ll crawl, and they’ll brawl for a doll.”

‘A tag on Tickle-Me Wiggly’s back states he was manufactured by a company called Uncle Wiley’s Toys. Nobody recognises the name, but it’s clear he was made with a lot of love and care put into him.’

‘Tickle-Me Wiggly has a soft and squishy design unlike anything you’ve ever seen in a toy before.’

‘Tickle-Me Wiggly enjoys talking with Agents about their lives.’

‘Tickle-Me Wiggly came from a place deep, deep within a dark, drowsy void.’

‘Tickle-Me Wiggly starts telling <employee’s name> about his little brothers.’

‘To ensure the wellbeing of everyone here, it’s best to make sure a cautious employee works on Tickle-Me Wiggly.’

‘Just because something is still, that does not mean it isn’t alive.’

“Being asleep and dreaming is just being awake, but in another world.”

Spoken

(When the Manager zooms into the Containment Unit while no one’s working on it)

“Hello, Mr. Mani-wazz. Are you here to give me a new fwendy-wend?”

“We both know you can’t ignore me forever. Your pally-wals certainly don’t.”

“You have a job to do, don’t you? Why not send someone in?”

“Why don’t you get off that seat and come down here, with me? I’m sure we’d be very good fwendy-wends.”

(When an Agent is working on it)

“I think we’re going to be very good fwendy-wends, <employee’s name>.”

“I wish you could come back here more often, <employee’s name>. I always enjoy our little chats.”

“I’ve spent enough time in your home here. Why not, someday, you come down to visit mine?”

“You would get along just swell with my brothers, <employee’s name>. Let me tell you about them…”

“What wonders await you down in Drowsy Town…”

(When an Agent takes it outside the Containment Unit)

“So this is your quaint home. How charming… but I know a place you’d like even more.”

“I’ve only met a few of your fwendy-wends, <employee’s name>. Why not introduce these ones to me?”

“I’m sure I’ll fit in just fine in this place. Your pally-wals love me already…”

(When employees start entering Frenzy mode)

“*giggle!* See? They couldn’t love me more!”

“*cackle* CHAOS REIGNS!”

“So many sheeple, desperate to get their hands on me… I wonder how that happened?”

“Don’t hold it against them, Mr. Mani-wazz. After all, you never should settle for the lifetime that is handed to you…”

(When the Agent holding it is being attacked by other Frenzied employees)

“Take what you want, return what you get!”

“Thank you so much for taking me outside, <employee’s name>. But now, it’s bedtime… and not for me, that is.”

“Do you think you can take care of them, <employee’s name>? We’ll see how well that goes.”

(When a Frenzied Agent somewhere in the facility has their Sanity restored)

“You really think you can win against me so easily?”

“Resisting a Lord in Black is no easy feat, you know! Resisting me… is more of an impossibility.”

“*sigh* My brothers are probably laughing their asses off…”

(When sane Agents attempt to suppress the employee holding Tickle-Me Wiggly)

“What makes you think you can defeat me?! <employee’s name> can take care of your pawns with ease… erm, you can, right, <employee’s name>?”

“I know you’re watching me, Mr. Manager! When I find you after this, you’ll only wish the others got to you first!”

“You should feel lucky you even got this far. I’ll take my kingdom back easily!”

(When all Frenzied employees are suppressed)

“WHAT?! No… no, I haven’t lost yet! YOU MAY HAVE WON THE BATTLE, BUT THE WAR’S NOT OVER!”

“When I come back, I am going to shove my tentacles so far down your throat they come out your sorry ass. That’s a promise!”

“Rgh… fine. But just know I won’t forget this, Mr. Manager! I’ll come back! I always do…”

“Those little shits… YOU THINK THIS IS FUNNY, DON’T YOU?!”

(When the Manager uses a Reduced Mobility Bullet on the employee holding it)

“…Oh, you’re no fun at all.”

“Do you seriously think that’s going to stop me?”

“Boring. Maybe use the Execution Bullet, I’m sure it’ll help.”

(When the Manager attempts to use an Execution Bullet on the employee holding it)

“What? You actually thought I would let that work?”

“Oh, poor Mani-wazz. The creatures here must have seriously muddled your brain if you actually thought that would do something.”

“…You know, in all my eons of existence, I’ve never met someone with worse critical thinking skills than you.”

(When the employee holding it encounters CENSORED)

“…Oh! Hello, K’Gwijan-sycok. Didn’t expect to see you here.”

(When it encounters WhiteNight, its Apostles, or Blue Star)

“Yuck. And this is the work of a creature that calls itself a god? It doesn’t even know the meaning of the word.”

(When it encounters the passive-breaching Queen of Hatred)

“How disgusting. This woman genuinely thinks she can defy me?”

(When it encounters the hostile Queen of Hatred)

“Now this is something more my speed!”

(When it encounters Rudolta of the Sleigh)

“What’s this? A fellow holiday horror, come to wish me a happy birthday?”

(When all Agents are dead or panicking)

“Thank you so much for the help, Mr. Mani-wazz! I’m sure you’ll love it down in the Black…”

—

Whew. I… I think that’s all of it?

Other Fan Abnormalities

#hatchetfield #starkid #team starkid #lords in black #wiggly #wiggog y’rath #wiggog y'wrath #project moon #lobotomy corp #lobotomy corporation #lob corp #lob corp fan abnormality #fan abnormality #fan abno #black friday

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peachymilkandcream · 5 months ago

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Written In Blood|Part 4|Modern Yandere Levi x Evelyn

(A/N: Compared to my other Yandere's Levi's obsession takes a whole different vibe. He is on something else and I'm totally here for it. Comment to be added to the taglist!)

WARNINGS: implied noncon/dubcon, graphic descriptions of violence, domestic violence, manipulation, mind breaking, yandere behaviour/themes, forced marriage, forced pregnancy, misogyny, mentions of child abuse, etc.

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Levi couldn't hide his look of smugness as he sat down across from Evelyn. The poor thing stared at him with wide-eye horror, absolutely appalled that she had just divulged sensitive information to the defense. It was the look that Levi loved to see every single day. The look that they knew how fucked they were against his iron defense.

As each of the prosecutors showed their evidence, Levi got to peek further into the life of this mysterious woman who had been writing all of his darkest fantasies onto paper. What she decorated like, if she was neat or messy, even down to what her schedule was. All things that normally would take weeks to figure out, all presented to him with the ability to take notes as he so pleased.

It was a solid case, clearly they thought that this would be cut and dry, a conviction a natural occurrence. What sane person could poke holes in their immense strategy and overwhelming evidence?

They had never met him.

"Your Honor, I know you and the jury must think that this case is all complete and wrapped up in a bow." He stands and makes broad gestures, always finding that when he looks more sophisticated than he really is the jury is more inclined to listen to him.

He takes a moment to smile at Evelyn before continuing. "However, I have eyewitness statements that the prosecutor admittedly does not keep her doors locked and has a habit of blurting things out that are untrue."

Evelyn stands, a look of anger crossing her face. "You're twisting that!"

"Am I?" He turns to the jury. "I'd like to call your attention to the screen, I had approached Ms. Glass for a discussion when she admitted to these things. Unfortunately for her, I was recording it the whole time."

Audio plays, unmistakably Evelyn's voice crackles out, further solidifying Levi's claims, there was no mistaking that Evelyn had just admitted to the court that she was unreliable as a witness and that all of this was more than likely her own doing.

"So as you can see ladies and gentlemen of the jury, I have reason to believe, that Ms. Glass here completely fabricated this entire story after my client entered the apartment innocently to enquire about loud noises he had heard. Strictly to ensure Ms. Glass' safety, and yet she has accused him of a horrendous and life ending crime. I rest my case."

Levi was always blunt, straight to the point, and never carried on. His charm and confidence always won him over. He was a untouchable figure that no one would dare come against. A man of power and prestige, he was king of the world.

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Evelyn said very little after her stalker was found not guilty, it was the obvious outcome after the presenting of Levi's evidence, but still it felt like she wasn't ready to accept that he would walk away free. Eventually she would come to grips.

Deciding not to rub salt in her fresh wounds Levi didn't try and stop her as she quickly left the courtroom, but he didn't miss her tears. Poor thing.

What he was interested in was her lawyer friend, a shit one at that. But she had a pretty enough face, an alright body, she would do. This would be the key to getting into Evelyn's social circles.

"I must commend you on your efforts. Don't beat yourself up, that was a tough case."

She seems annoyed at first, but he knew the look when she met his eyes. The anger of defeat, stomped down by a pang of attraction. Levi was devastating to anyone.

"It's fine, I just feel bad for her."

"I'm sure she'll survive. But you on the other hand, I've never seen you in the legal world."

"I mostly keep to Evelyn, I don't really do many other clients." She extends a hand, trying to be graceful. "Petra Ral, nice to meet you."

He smiles and takes it, excitement sparking in his eyes. "A pleasure. Listen. Do you want to get out of here? Discuss the case more?"

"I don't know if I should, prosecution and defense and all that."

"Oh please, the trial is over, there's no reason two attractive people can't go get a drink after a long day's work."

A slight blush. "I suppose you're right, one drink couldn't hurt."

Another smile as he takes her hand. "Then what are we waiting for?"

#break me slowly #attack on titan #levi x oc #shingeki no kyojin #levi ackerman #levi aot #levi x reader #yandere levi #yandere levi ackerman #yandere levi x reader #written in blood

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snappydragon14 · 2 months ago

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Part One

Next page~

Previous chapter~

Mictlan stared at Soar, his mind a turbulent sea of questions he didn't want to face. But they pressed against him, refusing to be ignored. His voice, when he finally spoke, was rough, as if the words were dragged out of him against his will.

"Why?" he asked, his tone sharp, almost accusatory. "Why do you stay? You should have ran when you first met me. Any sane being would have fled. So why didn’t you?"

Soar’s eyes softened, but she didn’t flinch under his gaze. She knew this was coming; she had felt the tension in him, the questions boiling beneath the surface. Her hands remained on his shoulders, grounding him, even as she prepared to give him an answer he might not want to hear.

“Because I see something in you, Mictlan,” she replied, her voice steady but gentle. “Something beyond the rage, beyond the war. I see someone who’s been fighting for so long that he’s forgotten why he started. Someone who’s lost in a battle with himself.”

Mictlan’s jaw tightened. He didn’t want to hear this. He wanted her to say something he could easily dismiss, something that would let him shove her away, along with the vulnerability that her words were stirring in him. “You don’t know me,” he snapped. “You can’t possibly understand.”

“Maybe not completely,” Soar conceded, her voice unyielding but compassionate. “But I understand enough to see that you’re more than the god of war you’ve made yourself out to be. You don’t have to be defined by the battles you fight, Mictlan. There’s more to you than just the destruction you cause.”

Her words struck something deep within him, a place he had buried long ago under layers of anger and pride. His fists clenched as he tried to fight against the emotions rising within him, emotions he didn’t want to acknowledge. “You think you know what I am? I am war. I am battle. I don’t need your pity or your understanding.”

“I’m not offering pity,” Soar said firmly. “And I’m not claiming to know everything about you. But I see someone who’s hurting, someone who’s trapped in a cycle they can’t break out of. And I’m not going to turn my back on you just because you’re scared to face that.”

“Scared?” Mictlan’s voice was a low growl, his pride bristling at the word. “I fear nothing. Least of all you.”

Mictlan felt his breath hitch again, the anger inside him colliding with a deeper, more painful truth. He didn’t want to admit it, but her words cut through his defenses, exposing the cracks in the armor he had worn for so long. “Why does it matter to you?” he asked, his voice rough with frustration and confusion. “Why do you care what happens to me?”

Soar’s expression softened further, and she took a small step closer, her voice lowering to a near whisper. “Because I’ve been where you are, Mictlan. Lost, angry, drowning in my own pain. I know what it’s like to feel like you have to fight alone, to push everyone away because you think you don’t deserve their help. But I also know what it’s like to have someone reach out, to remind you that you don’t have to go through it alone.”

Her words struck a chord within Mictlan, a chord he didn’t want to acknowledge but couldn’t ignore. He stared at her, his mind a battlefield of conflicting emotions. Part of him wanted to lash out, to reject her words and the vulnerability they demanded from him. But another part, a part that had been buried deep beneath his anger and pride, wanted to reach out—to take the hand she was offering and let himself believe that he wasn’t as alone as he had always thought.

But could he really do that? Could he let down the walls he had built so high and allow someone to see the parts of him he had hidden away for so long?

“I don’t need your help,” he said, but the words lacked the force they had held before. There was doubt now, uncertainty that he couldn’t quite shake.

“Maybe not,” Soar replied softly. “But that doesn’t mean you don’t deserve it.”

Mictlan’s gaze dropped to the ground, his mind a storm of thoughts and emotions he couldn’t control. He didn’t know what to say, didn’t know how to respond to the compassion in her voice, the sincerity in her eyes. For the first time in centuries, he felt lost—truly lost—and the only thing anchoring him was the presence of this fallen angel who refused to leave his side.

Slowly, he looked back up at her, searching her face for any sign of deceit, any indication that this was some kind of trick. But all he saw was a steady, unwavering determination—a determination to help him, no matter how much he tried to push her away.

his voice barely more than a whisper. “Why do you care what happens to me?”

Soar’s expression softened into something almost tender, and she gently squeezed his shoulders, offering him the only answer she could. “Because everyone deserves a chance to be more than what they’ve been told they have to be. Even you, Mictlan.”

Mictlan stared at Soar, the weight of her words pressing down on him. For so long, he had believed that his path was set, that his identity was fixed in stone—he was the God of War, the bringer of destruction. That was his purpose, his destiny. But now, with Soar standing before him, unflinching in her conviction, he felt something stir within him, something he hadn’t felt in ages: doubt.

He clenched his fists, his body tense as if he were preparing for battle. But this battle wasn’t with Soar—it was with himself. The silence stretched between them, thick with unspoken emotions, until Mictlan finally spoke, his voice low and uncertain.

“I'm the God of War, you can't change that.”

Soar’s gaze softened, but her determination never wavered. “You don’t have to know all the answers. Change doesn’t happen overnight. But the fact that you’re questioning it, that you’re even considering the possibility—that’s the first step.”

Mictlan scoffed, though the sound lacked its usual venom. “A first step toward what? Redemption? Peace? Those things aren’t for God's like me, Soar. You of all Angels should know that.”

Soar shook her head, her wings twitching slightly as if reacting to the intensity of the moment. “Redemption isn’t about erasing the past, Mictlan. It’s about what you choose to do moving forward. No one is beyond redemption if they truly want it. And I know, deep down, you do. Otherwise, you wouldn’t be sitting here, having this conversation.”

Mictlan turned away from her, his eyes scanning the horizon as if searching for an escape from the storm of emotions building inside him. He didn’t want to believe her—didn’t want to believe that he was capable of anything more than the endless cycle of violence he had known for so long. But her words echoed in his mind, refusing to be silenced.

“I’m not like you,” he muttered, his voice thick with frustration. “I don't possess the very strength you have...”

Soar’s eye's widened slightly, “You think I’m strong? Mictlan, I’ve fallen more times than I can count. I’ve been broken, shattered into pieces I never thought I could put back together. But here I am, standing before you. Not because I’m strong, but because I chose to get back up. Strength isn’t about never falling—it’s about rising after every fall.”

Mictlan’s chest tightened as her words struck deeper than he wanted them to. Rising after every fall. Could he really do that? Could he rise from the ashes of the destruction he had caused, from the ruins of the battles he had fought?

He glanced back at Soar, his eyes narrowing. “And what if I don’t want to rise? What if I’ve fallen too far?”

Soar took a step closer, her wings folding behind her as she reached out, gently placing a hand over his heart. “Then let me help you. You don’t have to do it all yourself.”

Mictlan flinched at her touch, his instinct to pull away warring with a deeper, more desperate need to hold on to the connection she was offering. He had never known this kind of compassion, this kind of understanding. It terrified him. But it also called to something inside him that he had long thought dead.

He swallowed hard, his voice trembling as he spoke. “What if I don’t deserve your help?”

Soar’s gaze softened even further, and she squeezed his hand gently. “That’s not for you to decide. It’s for you to believe, Mictlan. Even if you don’t believe it yourself.”

The words hung between them, heavy with meaning. Mictlan felt something break inside him, something he had been holding onto for centuries—an armor forged from pain, anger, and pride. And as it shattered, he felt exposed, vulnerable in a way he hadn’t been in eons.

For the first time in as long as he could remember, Mictlan didn’t push the vulnerability away. He didn’t run from it, didn’t hide behind his walls. Instead, he let himself feel it, let himself stand in the raw, painful truth of his own brokenness.

And in that moment, he realized that maybe, just maybe....—

Slowly, almost hesitantly, Mictlan looked back at Soar, his eyes reflecting the storm of emotions raging inside him. He didn’t have the words to express what he was feeling—he wasn’t even sure he understood it himself. But as he sat there, staring into the eyes of the one being who refused to give up and run from him, he knew one thing for certain:

He wasn’t ready to give up either.

#maya and the three #lord mictlan #'pathetic' attachment

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alphagodith · 1 year ago

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i ranked the wizards

on combat ability, mental stability, and currently available content. why? cuz i was bored and those categories seemed fun/doable. top of list is most, bottom of list is least. i’m not trying to set some kind of fanon rules here, nor am i claiming to be an expert on what content exists out there. this is just my personal take. rank the wizards yourself if you want, however you want.

=Combat Ability=

Wizardmon x

+ went back to school for a phd in ass-kicking (fire magic)

+ Has evolved beyond the need for wands/staves

+ ‘Quantum’ magic

+ Can freely traverse dimensions at will

+ X evolution means inherently stronger than base version

Flame wizardmon

+ Double the wands, double the power

+ Armor evolution means inherently stronger than base version

+ Courage based armor evolution means intense aggression, less cautious

- hasn’t been shown to have any healing/defensive abilities

+ Out of the 3 animations he’s been in, only died in the one where he was just a background character (tho he was defeated in the other two, he lived)

Wizardmon (classic)

- Basic wizardmon, nothing fancy

+ Has two masters degrees (fire being best at attack, and earth being best at defense)

+ Has been shown to have greater power than the average champion/adult digimon

+ Has been shown with ultimate/perfect level wards/shields and cure/healing spells

- Died after 1-3 episodes of the anime but cheated death in two mangas

Sorcerymon

- Just a wizardmon recolor

- Died in his debut episode without doing much

- Focuses on water and healing spells, no notable offensive or defensive abilities

- Really just a support guy/healer, not a fighter

=Mental Stability=

Wizardmon (classic)

+ Shown to be very pragmatic, even in dire circumstances, and highly resistant towards torture and emotional goading/baiting

+ Has been through some pretty crazy shit (traveling through multiple dimensions, being reformatted, and dying) but maintains a cheerful, calm demeanor without being unrealistically optimistic

+ Loyal, determined, but also flexible and adaptable

Sorcerymon

+ Similar personality to basic wizardmon due to just being a recolor

+ Water element lends itself to calmness and gentleness

- Alas the above is at odds with digimon’s natural tendency towards violence, and he kinda cracked under the pressure when the person he devoted himself to died

- If you’ve ever been healer/support in a multiplayer game, you know this guy’s a little crazy

Wizardmon x

+ Technically very similar to basic wizardmon, just with an x antibody, but

- In all TWO of his official images, he is grinning maniacally, very unlike his base form

- What kind of sane wizard would go hand-to-hand instead of using a safety stopgap like a wand or staff (yes i’m looking at you, witchmon, we all know you crazy)

Flame wizardmon

- Genuinely just enjoys violence and screaming

- Is just casually on fire pretty much all the time

- Dual-wielding wands is pretty crazy imo

- In one of his anime debuts he was stealing people’s hutzpah, in the other he worked for a literal clown

=Content available=

Wizardmon (classic)

+ Plays a major role in two episodes in the original season, and has a cameo appearance in the second and fourth seasons, as well as the tri movies

+ Plays a major role in both the xros wars and dreamers manga series’

+ Had an official plushie

+ Had an official figurine and is about to have another one

+ Is somewhat regularly featured in promotional art and has some bonus concept doodles aside from his reference book image

+ Is in most if not all of the games in some form

+ Has quite a few digimon cards, both the original japanese AND the new english ones + Is tagged over 500 times on pixiv

Flame wizardmon

- Has no official art aside from his reference images

+ Appears only in two basic virtual pets and has a single japanese card

+ Appears as a main character in one episode of both xros wars and ghost game, as well as a background character in the frontiers movie

- tagged almost 30 times on pixiv

Sorcerymon

+ Plays a major role in two episodes of frontiers, the fourth season of the anime

- Has one official image that isn’t just a recolor of wizardmon’s own images

+ Appears in a fair number of videogames but has no playable cards

- Tagged almost 30 times on pixiv

Wizardmon x

- Has no official art aside from his reference image and its sketch

- Has a single english card and appears in one virtual pet device

+ Supposedly appears briefly in a story meant to promote the above virtual pet?

- Tagged only five times on pixiv

#wizardmon #sorcerymon #flamewizardmon #wizardmon x #flame wizardmon #wizarmon #sorcerimon #sorcermon #flawizarmon #fla wizarmon #wizarmon x #sorcerermon #x antibody wizardmon #ranked

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alexinity · 7 months ago

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Hi there,

I’m sorry you’ve gotten so many anons that are downright hateful. You can disagree with someone without telling them to kill themself, and I wish these anons would actually try to engage with you in a meaningful way rather than just threatening you. That’s why I’m writing this ask. I was hoping to explain some of the nuances of dark content in a way that isn’t pure defensiveness. It’s okay if this doesn’t change your mind, I just wanted to try and actually explain helpfully.

Firstly, I understand why you’re upset about the post. Incest is extremely taboo and morally reprehensible in reality. (And I agree with you it’s not my cup of tea in fiction either.) However, on sites like tumblr and ao3 it’s very much up to the reader to avoid things they don’t want to see. Yes, tag filtering exists and many of us use it, but some things still slip through the cracks. Even if this post wasn’t filtered for you, it was still marked as mature by tumblr and the top of the post itself contains all the relevant warnings. If you didn’t want to see the content, all you had to do was block and scroll away.

Second, in fiction communities, it is absolutely inappropriate to pathologize people’s fantasies and tell them that their content should not exist. Studies have shown time and time again that fantasies do not correlate with real life intentions to commit taboo or illegal acts such as incest. In fact, modern psychiatry believes that engaging with fanfic (and other safe sane consensual ways of engaging with dark fantasies) is a helpful outlet for people. Adults are capable of separating fiction from reality. To pretend otherwise is to buy into purity culture rhetoric.

On the topic of purity culture, policing fandom content in any way is absolutely a Trojan horse for purity culture. Just look at what happened to ff.net. First it will be dark content, then it will be any nsfw content is unacceptable, then it will be queer content, and so on and so forth. The thing about claiming the moral high ground is that morals are subjective and the goalposts will always be moved. You may think I’m exaggerating by saying that objecting to fictional incest and other dark content leads to the exclusion of marginalized folks, censorship, and the destruction of fanfic communities but it absolutely does and it has already happened.

Anyway, thanks for reading this far (if you have) and again I’m not sending this out of malice so I really hope it doesn’t come across as a personal attack. But at the end of the day, (as much as I understand having a visceral reaction to dark content) this one is kind of on you. Tumblr has dark content, this is common knowledge. A post gave appropriate warnings. And you purposely engaged with a post you knew you wouldn’t like. Being into dark fantasies with fictional characters is not an offense worthy of a callout post. Next time please just block and scroll. Other people should be able to create the content they like without being shamed and harassed. Not everything has to be for you.

hi,

i understand your point, thank you for being respectful, i got tired of people just jumping on me, thinking they will do something by calling me names and telling me to off myself.

Thats one of the reasons i wont be saying anything about content like that anymore, the other is that no matter what me and other people said as a response we got insults and not being taken seriously.

Of course i dont think only my opinion is right, i respect other peoples opinions but i also expect a normal response. Instead i was called thin-skinned and told to suck it up. Immature response in my opinion.

i will also add that not all people separate fiction from reality and a lot of them are adults.

i dont wanna deal with all of that anymore its pointless

Again thank you for being respectful and kind, some of the asks i received were pretty mean lol

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warriors-rewritten-chaos · 2 years ago

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Warriors Rewrite Story 2- An Unconventional Apprenticeship

I wrote another short story from my rewrite’s universe! Hooray? This story is a bit of a time jump from the first one. I have more of these, but none of them are in order. I write the ideas as they come to me.

In Onestar’s defense, utilizing the tunnels was a good idea. It would be a good way to hide vulnerable cats from the dangers of battle on the surface, launch surprise attacks on intruders, and even hunt for prey that hid during winter. All of WindClan agreed; the tunnels were to be the Clan’s newest weapon and tool for success. There was just one problem.

No cat sent under had been able to successfully navigate the tunnels except for Heatherpaw, Lionpaw (who was a ThunderClan cat besides), and Breezepaw, who had been using them for moons and even they weren’t sure as it was.

If getting turned around and completely lost wasn’t enough of an issue, it turned out there were even more problems than any cat had previously anticipated. Some of the tunnels were crumbling and in danger of collapsing, sometimes a cat would accidentally surface in another Clan’s territory (at one point in front of an entire ThunderClan patrol), snakes and even foxes were living in some areas, and to top all of this off, some cats who went down claimed to have heard disembodied voices calling out to them from the empty tunnels around them.

“As if the tunnels weren’t bad enough before! Now they’re a gateway to the Dark Forest!” Onestar yowled miserably. Barkface sat resigned beside him, listening dutifully to his leader’s complaining. He kept himself sane by doing what he always did whenever Onestar came to him with complaints: reminded himself that the moment Kestrelpaw was able to succeed him, he could finally retire and not have to deal with any of Onestar’s hare-brained thoughts ever again. But in the present he was expected to give guidance, and so he did. “Onestar, I sincerely doubt they are a portal to the Dark Forest. They are however, clearly dangerous and will require much training to safely navigate.”

“And that is the problem!” Onestar exclaimed, his ears lowered in frustration. “The only cats able to even slightly navigate the tunnels are my daughter and Breezepaw, and they are young apprentices! Tell me Barkface, am I going to need apprentices to teach grown warriors how to do their job?!” Barkface sighed. “If only these tunnels had been discovered earlier...” Seeing Onestar’s confused expression, he continued. “In the old territories, there was a class of Warriors who specialized in tunneling. They stopped being utilized after a major accident occurred when Tallstar was an apprentice. He and some of the elders at the time may have been able to instruct on the practice. Unfortunately, all of those cats are dead now.”

Onestar’s eyes lit up and he immediately straightened himself. Barkface braced himself for whatever nonsense he was going to say next. “Barkface, you’re around Tallstar’s age!” And don’t I feel it, Barkface thought to himself. Onestar continued, “You must know at least a bit about tunneling!”

Barkface shook his head sadly. “I was never a Tunneler or knew much of the practice. All I was taught was how to treat cats who were injured while tunneling. I truly wish I could be of more help Onestar, but it seems that the secrets of tunneling all belong to the stars now.”

Onestar let out a disappointed sigh. “Thank you anyway Barkface. Pleasant dreams, and may StarClan keep you.” “And to you as well.” With that, both cats went their separate ways to retire for the night.

However, Onestar’s sleep would not be so peaceful...

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When Onestar awoke from his sleep that night, he was in a place that he’d never been before. There was no light at all, and he was surrounded by what felt like... dirt? Am I in the tunnels? How did I get here? Why am I here? Is Barkface wrong and this really is a portal to the Dark Forest- OH STARCLAN AM I IN THE DARK FOREST-

Just then, there appeared a faint, flickering light from further down the tunnel in front of him. It was faint at first, but brightened as it kept moving closer and closer. Onestar had already turned to run when a deep, raspy voice called out to him. “Where exactly do you think you’re going, hare-brain?” Fearing the worst, Onestar slowly turned around to see a faded muscular tom with stars in his pelt.

His shoulders sagged with relief. “Oh you’re a StarClan cat! I thought this was the Dark Forest!” The tom’s ears flattened even further (how was that even possible) before he spoke. “Why in the stars would you think this is the Dark Forest?! You're even dumber than you look!” Onestar felt increasingly embarrassed as the verbal beatdown went on. This was not how encounters with StarClan cats normally went, as far as he knew. He felt like he was back to being a kit scolded by his mother for messing up the Nursery. “I’m sorry... I’ve never been in a tunnel before-”

The tom immediately cut him off. “I know. It is incredibly obvious. And that’s why I have to teach you! I was retired before, obviously,” he said as he gestured at his starry fur, “but I had to come back to teach the fine and noble craft of tunneling to one more apprentice. My name is Sandgorse and from now on, kit, I’m your mentor!”

Onestar had never felt so terrified in his life.

#Warrior Cats #warrior cats rewrite #onewhisker #onestar #Barkface #and that's how WindClan brought back Tunnelers #through hard work dedication and the angriest grandpa/mentor the world has ever seen #also #the cats don't know this but the voice in the tunnels was Fallen Leaves #he was trying to lead them out of the tunnels when they got lost but they always freaked out and ran away #if they had listened to him they would have gotten out much more easily

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linagram · 2 years ago

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SHOW YOUR UNUSED MILGRAM OCS OR I'LL DIE

NOOOOO ANON DON'T DIE okay so tbh i haven't really drawn them like their designs just.. exist in my head and that's it so please take these messy sketches (i made them in class 👍 i'm a responsible student i swear)

+ more information about them under the cut!

OKAY SO the first unused prisoner is this girl who killed someone (i actually still don't know how her crime was supposed to go) but she claims that it was fine for her to do that because, well, she's not exactly sane and she went through a lot of stuff, so like.. yeah, she uses that as an excuse. yurika and riku actually have some of her personality traits (same goes for riku's victim)

i guess you can call the second unused prisoner beta!shun in a way?? :'D like, he also was in a toxic relationship and he also likes to deceive both himself and others. basically, he was supposed to make everyone believe that his girlfriend treated him badly and he killed her in self-defense, and when the guard still found him suspicious, he just went "oh, so you just refuse to accept that guys can be the victims too huh". but the thing is that he was the guilty one and not his girlfriend and he refused to accept that so.. yeah

wait the third one actually kinda looks like naomi ASHDHJSJKS OKAY i guess you can call her fem!akio in a way because i kinda wanted to have this "popular girl" prisoner who was afraid of losing her popularity and ended up killing her rival. i thought that it was too boring though, but i still liked the idea, sooo akio can be called that "popular girl prisoner" now because his crime is basically the same! also i've decided to use her design for one of the final prisoners' victims.

about the fourth one.. i really wanted to have a prisoner oc who killed someone for clout and attention because. well. social media can be like that sometimes. however, i didn't really know what to do with her and her crime was like.. the only thing i knew about her, so yeah. sorry, girl, i just know you would be so much more powerful than the main cyberbully of canongram fuuta kajiyama himself 😔

okay, so about the last two: i really wanted to make prisoner ocs that were related in some way, like maybe siblings, twins, parent and child, etc. i thought it would be such a cool concept, like would they count as one prisoner? would they count as two prisoners? did they commit the same crime or maybe their crimes weren't related at all? what if they don't even know anything about each other's crimes? what if they killed someone together? so many possibilities!.. i didn't know which idea i like the most though, so yeah, i ended up not using them. but i liked the concept so much that i decided to keep these two as one of the final prisoners' victims as well.

and also i've mentioned before that originally i had only one guard oc and that was eiji and even though his personality was mostly the same, his design was more pink and green, but i decided to change it because he looked too similar to some of my other ocs (both fandom and non-fandom). he wasn't even supposed to be related to any of the prisoners actually, but then i looked at his new color scheme and i was like. you literally look like kei's brother OKAY LET'S GO WITH THAT

#tbh i don't really regret not using them because some of these ideas are a bit.. idk how to explain they don't sound that fun ig?#but the prisoners who are siblings though.. man now i'm thinking about the final ocs' victims as prisoners #(also btw i do have everyone's victims' designs and profiles ready i'm just waiting for the right moment to post them)#don't wanna spoil anything because i still have two more vds to work on!#❔answering asks ❔

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schooltrashers · 2 years ago

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Debating a LYING braindead idiot

So it looks like he wasn't done looking like an idiot, he had to continue playing defense for Che and Communism. It reminds me of when I debated against an idiot who defended Hitler and Nazism. The murderous history of Hitler, Che, Stalin, Mao, Nazis, and Commies should be enough reason for any sane individual to be against Nazis, Commies, and murderous dictators. But apparently, neither he nor the Nazi I've argued against are sane. So let's begin with this idiot (@skorpiontongue) complimenting himself, thinking I wouldn't notice he's using an alt account.

Chapter 1: Alt Compliments

I've seen this type of action before where a Leftist would use an alt-account to complement himself on Tumblr, Discord, Twitter and other social media sites. The one on Discord was the easiest to spot because it came from a new user who joined the discord. How sad and pathetic does one has to be to compliment himself in a short amount of time? He did it on the same day of his post. As if he were impatient to wait a day or two. He was likely trying to get my attention as soon as he made his post, while I was away from my computer. I'm usually either working, spending quality time with my girlfriend or on my phone doing my thing on social media. Anyways I think he does this for attention, because he sure as hell ain't getting it at home(most likely living in his parents basement due to commies being "anti-work") or at the public library where he is most likely accessing the internet.

"ur so based fr"? You ain't fooling anybody.

Chapter 2: Projection

The one thing The Left are caught doing all the time is accusing people of the very same things The Left are guilty of doing themselves. He thinks I'm a "wolf in sheeps clothing". Which is completely false because unlike him, I've always fought against totalitarian and extremist views. It did not matter which side of the political spectrum the totalitarians and extremists come from, I condemn them all for their horrible actions. For example I've always been against Nazis and the KKK for their evil actions. Ever since learning about them in history class, I've always condemn Nazis and the KKK. I condemn Commies and Antifa for the very same reasons, due to their violent and murderous actions, especially since Antifa killed innocent black people in their CHOP/CHAZ zones such as Secoreia Turner, Horace Lorenzo Anderson Jr, and David Dorn. Want to know how I heard about their deaths? Through Newsmax, Steven Crowder and other conservative media. They will not talk about them in Left-wing news media because their deaths go against their narrative and it makes them look bad. The real wolf in sheep's clothing are the Left who pretend to care about black lives and yet ignore the innocent black lives who were murdered by Antifa/Commies/BLM members. The Left in your eyes can do no wrong. Luckily for me, I'm not so blind to the truth. I'll speak against both the Left or the Right if I disagree with them and their actions. For example I'm against Bush for invading Iraq and falsely claiming that there were weapons of mass destruction. I'm also against Bush for initiating the Patriot Act and I'm against Obama for continuing the Patriot Act. I recognize the corruption in both parties and right now the only politicians who are actually trustworthy are MAGA Republicans and Tulsi Gabbard(a former Democrat turned Independent). Tulsi Gabbard was slandered and lied about by Democrats who falsely accused her of being a "Russian Asset", even Mitt Romney was slandering her. She was also censored by Big Tech. Which reminds me, Biden falsely accuses Trump of corruption and yet his deals with Ukraine(before the war) and Hunter Biden's Laptop story being covered up by the mainstream media and social media made it quite clear to me that Biden is the corrupt one. Not that you would be smart enough to figure that out since you're a braindead commie who can't even come up with an original format, copying my chapter format in this debate.

Speaking of Commies, he goes on a nonsensical rant defending a murderous commie dictator(Che). At this point he may as well defend Hitler and deny that the Holocaust happened. But since I've already destroyed his argument on Che, we'll move onto the next chapter.

Chapter 3: "I swear I'm not a racist" - Said the commie.

Your lack of reading comphension and understanding the context of what I'm saying, shows just how braindead you are. I brought up the Democratic Party for one reason. Their claim of the "parties switching" and comparing it to your claims of Che "changing". It's not that hard to figure out numbnuts. If you look at Trump's history, he was the first in the state of Florida to allow blacks and Jews in his club. The Democrats history on the other hand created the KKK, tried to continue slavery in the Civil War, shot Abraham Lincoln, they voted for a racist President(Biden), as well as voting for an anti-semitic bitch(Ilhan Omar). So of course you would vote Democratic because you're either a dumbass believing in their lies or you agree with their racism/anti-semitism and don't give a shit if they're lying, covering shit up to protect themselves through censorship and trying to deplatform conservatives along the way. Best choice my ass.

Your racism comes from stereotyping big strong black men as "violent", using Terry Crews as an example, which makes no sense due to the fact that he's a classy guy and not at all as how you perceive him as(a violent big strong black guy). If you're going to use a strong big black guy who is violent or may have violent tendency, Mike Tyson would have been a better example, he's had a history of beating up people(in a professional sport), as well as biting off the ear of a fellow boxer. Or a fictional character like Major Payne(one of my favorite movies from my teenage years), since he's badass enough to kick anybody's ass without breaking a sweat and he would have been a more positive example due to his badassery.

It does not surprise me that you're uninformed about Cuba. People's rights are being violated, hence the protests. The people in Cuba want liberty. Something Commies or The Left in general has no true understanding of because if they did, they wouldn't actively censor people they disagree with, nor would they try to ban guns or deplatform conservatives. Diversity of thought, freedom of speech and gun rights is what the Left are actively fighting against. Without diversity of thought, without freedom of speech, without the right to bear arms, you're unable to speak freely against tyranny and you're unable to defend yourself against rapists, murderers and thieves. You think you're against rapists, murderers and thieves, yet you defend the Left who would not go after the trans who raped a teenage girl at a school restroom, you defend the Left who murdered an innocent 8-year-old black girl(Secoreia Turner) who was at the wrong place at the wrong time at a burned down Wendy's and you won't condemn the Left's actions of stealing from a Walgreens in San Francisco. So I don't expect you to condemn a communist country that are violating people's rights in Cuba and China. Heck I don't even expect you to condemn Communist China for banning black people from renting a home or going to a restaurant, in which they used the "virus" in 2020 as an excuse. How do I know all this? I stay informed by watching Newsmax, a channel that CNN & Democrats wants to deplatform from Cable and Satellite. Gee I wonder why? Oh I know, it's because they're exposing the Left of their lies and corruption.

Chapter 4: His lies continue!

I highly doubt that you've ever lived in Texas because I used to live there as a kid and I loved it there, I was never uncomfortable there during my time living there. I also doubt that you've ever been to Mexico, I have because I went there to visit my grandfather. Anyways Newsom has been doing a disastrous job in Commiefornia and it shows with his policies, people are moving out of Commiefornia. The only places where the war on drugs has failed is in Democrat-run cities such as Detroit and Baltimore, both cities are a disaster and unliveable.

Chapter 5: "My source is wikipedia because I'm too braindead to look at legitimit sources that won't bullshit you!"

When I was younger, I probably would have used wikipedia as a source, I used to vote Democrat until 2008 when I went Independent before voting Republican for the first time in 2020. I also used to hate Trump and believe in every lie said about him back in 2016. But I've learn from my mistakes and realized that the pro-establishment politicians, big tech, and the mainstream media are the ones who can't be trusted. I am older, wiser and I don't fall for such dumb shit. Wikipedia is as unreliable as the mainstream media, fact-checkers on social media and Democrats claims about Tulsi Gabbard being a Russian Asset or Trump being a racist or a rapist. I don't fall for the lies like you do. So if I wanted to learn about Qanon, I'll go straight to the source(their website), not take the words of an idiot(you) or wikipedia, since wikipedia has been known to be politically bias and it shows with their description of Parler.

Every lie, every slander said about Parler has been accounted for with what I underlined in that screen shot. It also showed how heavily bias wikipedia was in their description of Parler, all of it was untrue. I posted about it months ago, or maybe even a few years since I haven't been on Parler in a long time now since I am more active on Elon Musk's version of Twitter. The point is that you can't trust wikipedia to tell you the truth on anything. That's why conservatives created "conservapedia" to combat the lies of wikipedia.

Want to talk about conspiracy theories? Your on the side that spews it all the time such as Critical Race Theory, Radical Gender Theory, Black Queer Theory, and The Parties Switching Theory. They also make up other conspiracy theories such as Tulsi Gabbard being a Russian Asset, Trump being a white supremacist, all conservatives being Nazis, or Trump stealing the election in 2016. None of that turned out to be true, but you Leftists continue to spew that nonsense anyways. See unlike you, I went straight to the source whenever any claims were made about Tulsi, Trump, Trump Supporters or anyone else the Left doesn't like. What I found out was that nothing of what the Left said was true at all. For example the kids at Covington, Kentucky were accused of being racist. That turned out to be false when I saw the full video of the whole event. The actual bigots in that event were the Black Hebrew Israelites using a homophobic slur against Trump. The Black Hebrew Israelites also used other bigoted language that the Left seems to ignore. They only care about making Trump supporters look bad, no matter how unreliable their "evidence" is, such as Nick Sandmann smiling at an Indian, calling him a racist because he had a "smirk" on his face. That is just ridiculous. You would have to be braindead to believe that bullshit.

Chapter 6: If you don't learn from history, you are doomed to repeat it!

And yet you support a group that had some of their members pose as the opposing side to make them look bad, since Antifa members have been caught doing it. That's why they attacked Andy Ngo. They are not rational and they are not very bright, which is why Antifa are full of white beta male dumbasses with bad haircuts and faces so ugly that you could tell they're on meth. They remind me of the Juggalos I used to feud with, they weren't very bright either. I use to expose them of pedophilia, violence, murder and rape. But my feud with Juggalos ended because I realized not all of them are like that. It just happens that I know many of the bad ones who lived in my city.

The fact that you defend Antifa, shows you're on their side rather than just outright condemning them of their actions(which I pointed out a few chapters ago). See you think they're nothing like the KKK, but you'd be wrong. Both are violent, both are murderous, both are full of white beta male idiots, both were created by Democrats and both pretend to be the good guys, despite the crimes they've committed such as murder, rape, theft, violence, riots, burning down churches, burning down blacked owned businesses and both wear a mask to conceal their identity from the cops, even though the cops let them get away with their crimes anyways, especially in Democrat run cities. Conservatives has consistently condemn these actions, liberals/leftists has not. If you were really against fascism, you would oppose the Democrats, Nazis and Commies all at once because true Anti-Fascism is Anti-Totalitarianism. Unfortunately for you, I am the real anti-fascist.

Antifa está repitiendo las acciones del KKK, no importa si dicen hacerlo por la justicia social, estúpido peluquero fascista.

P.S. This Twitter violation was before Elon Musk took over.

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