#joki talks

[jokiyo]

Ten People I'd like to know better tag!

I was tagged by the lovely @salemssimblr <3 how fun!

Last Song:

Favorite Color: Burgundy or Pale Yellow!

Last Movie: First watch: Wicked, Rewatch: Challengers

Last Book: I reread 1984 by George Orwell, but I'm reading the Shatter Me series as well!

Sweet, Spicy or Savory: I have a savory tooth, can't get enough.

Last Thing I Googled: Like 20 or so seconds go, "weinrot in English" (it's burgundy lol)

Current Obsession: I actually had to think about this one... I guess it'd be baking, I've been on a wormhole of saving recipes for a friend get together!

Looking Forward To: Another tough one... if I had to pick, it'd be when it gets warm again and I can go to the beach, or my birthday, because I plan on travelling!

It took me a little bit to get to this, but I love doing stuff like this, please more! Lol, I'll tag.... @orbitsuns @grrimssims @retrotrait @eccedente @wintily @waveport @cinnybunsims @moonlitfalls @staerily anddd @rasoyas , and anyone else who wants to do it, hooray! (feel free to ignore if you want, or if you've already done it ^_^)

[gloriousmonsters]

this has no basis in anything but i can't shake the idea of ganondorf just being an incredibly reticent teenager (going along with my now-stuck headcanon of him being very isolated as a kid) who spent a ton of time just sort of observing people and absorbing information, who then around the age of stepping up to more active/public kingship was like 'okay I've done that stage, time to sink all those skill points i accumulated into charisma, manipulation and theatrics' which he views as a perfectly normal progression but seemed kind of sudden and bizarre from the outside. what I'm saying is that the original form of Nabooru's 'i don't know you any more, you are not the man I knew' was 'dude what the fuck weren't you an introvert'

[stuffedsand]

for the violence ask game: 8 common fandom opinion everyone is wrong about. for milgram. i know exactly what you're going to say i just want to see you go off again

Hiii bestie. You do know what I'm about to talk about. Yippee

Disclaimer that this whole essay is like. For fun and how I say things is ramped up to be funny. I don't mind if you disagree w me cuz like that's the nature of things! We disagree but we can get along.

Anyways short answer for people who don't wanna see the essay: organ harvesting theory. This is about shidou.

Idk how prevalent it is rn since not many people even talk about shidou but it was prevalent enough in June when I got into milgram that I believed it for a bit anyways the rest in under the cut cuz I'm insane sorrg

SO the main reason I think the theory is WRONG (hyperbole‼️) is because I just think it's unrealistic. Man works in a hospital in Japan. How would he pull it off. Scuff an operation bad enough to cause braindeath/death and I'm p sure they suspend your medical licence, if he participated in an organ harvesting operation pre-family-accident his case would then be black and white cuz he was doing it in complete sound mind with no regard for human life. Also it wouldn't justify the extreme reaction he's had to realizing, specifically, "what I've been robbing people of" (t1 voice trailer), and he wouldn't have as heavy a focus on the relatives' feelings and reactions. At least story writing wise it'd make less sense since it doesn't allude to anything if that's the end goal? Imo at least. Idk maybe this is because I really like tragedies in media. Also because it'd be a really disproportionately severe crime compared to every other direct murderer???? Like. We have strangled someone, stabbed someone, bludgeoning, bludgeoning, kicked someone to death. Organ harvesting looks cartoony in this context. It's also not a very prevelant issue in Japan iirc.

Also to prove my point further. If we use this theories the murders would be

Strangling, abortion??????, cyber bullying, stabbing, organ harvesting, toxic r/s, telling the truth (lmao), bludgeoning, bludgeoning, bludgeoning (minus weapon). Organ harvesting is goofy cuz it seems so.... Extreme,,,,,,,

ALSSOOOOO funny point. If he's not directly involved in his murder (as in, unintentional and indirect) that makes 5 direct and 5 indirect. Silly.

Also also his murder seems somewhat tied to how he feels about his job itself ("I wanted to contribute to society (about his career choice)/I had thought my work was a contribution to society", use of past tense) and to me it reads like hes disillusioned w his job esp since his reason for getting a highly sought after, high paying and high social ranking job is "I wanted to contribute to society". Doctors with that empathy can be affected by the death around them more severely and I think that's a fun topic to look at

I count this under "common fandom opinion" cuz it was common enough around June (whenyours truesly got into milgram) that I believed it. I mean I introduced shidou to my friend (hello clown) as "maybe Dr malpractice. Organ harvesting dude" and said friend (hello again clown) is also the one who's heard me bash the organ harvesting theory like 6 times at least now so. Yippee.

Take none of this seriously I just got off a plane and am so very eepy. If you like the organ harvesting theory good for you!!!!!!!💥💥💥💥💥 you do you bestie !!!!!!!!!!!!!! I literally do not think less of anyone who believes that theory I just personally dont lmao

[metianull]

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dude your relly freaking me out. NOT cool

[shiroi---kumo]

Back with doodling more Misterican OCs because Kai wanted one but has not the patience to draw, so here I am doing it for them.

This is Helmi Joki || Pearl River (Hell-me YO-key) Joki is the child of Piipsa Hopea Sumu and a highly respected member of Misterica's Church. They don't always agree with the practices of the Church concerning the Child of White and have had more than one argument with their father about it.

Joki is 7 years older than Pilvi.

[skylarsblue]

✦I have more C.o.D Quotes✦

Gaz: How’s your head? Y/N: Well, I haven’t had any complaints yet. Gaz: …excuse me? Y/N: Oh uh, I think I’ll live-

-- (Somewhere in Greece with a fuck ton of cats) Ghost, watching Price sneeze every five seconds: What a catastrophe. Gaz: No. Y/N: PFFT- Soap: Stop, no, don’t encourage him. Y/N: Ahem! Right, right. Not funny. Ghost: I am purrfectly capable of being funny. Y/N: *struggling* Gaz: Sometimes I wish you didn’t have a mouth.

-- Just a scene of Y/N taking out a bottle of whiskey, unscrewing they cap, then putting one of those lid caps on. (Like the ones you have on those fancy Gatorades) Taking a huge swig and closing the cap on it as Soap watches in amusement, & Price in fear.

-- Ghost: Quit messing with my hand. Soap: Quit messing with my hair! Y/N: Quit being gay. Gaz: PFFFT Y/N: Both problems solved.

-- Y/N, on the comms: You have thirteen seconds before the building fucking explodes you hot topic wannabe- Ghost: … Y/N: And you green gumball son of a bitch. Gaz: Wha-?! Soap: *WHEEZE* Y/N: You have done nothing but ruin my life; I hope you both die.

-- Soap, Gaz, & Y/N: *cackling* Laswell, losing at poker: I miss my wife, Price. Price: *places down cards* Laswell: I miss my wife.

-- Ghost, overstimulated & a lil drunk: AHHHHHH MY BONES Y/N: *frantically getting headphones* Soap, drunk: *wheeze* Gaz: Ah. I know I should’ve- *dies coughing* Soap: *more wheezing*

-- Graves *kicks in door* WHO POSTED MY NUDES ON TWITTER DOT COM?! Y/N: SUCK IT, BITCH BOY!! Alejandro: *aggressively slapping his leg while silently laughing* Rudy: *pointing and laughing* Valeria, in handcuffs: Ha, dumbass.

-- Graves: Bitch, you are gonna get in this car or I’m popping between ya eyes! Valeria: Hey, I know you. I saw your dick on Twitter! Graves: NOOOOOO Y/N: AHAHA!

-- Graves: C’mon Johnn- Y/N: *chucks a rock at Graves’ head* Graves: OW, WHY?! Y/N: NO JOHNNY FOR YOU! He goes by Soap and we respect that! Graves: Ghost calls him that! Y/N: CAUSE GHOST HAS PERMISSION, you EARN the right to Johnny! And I will be damned if anyone else earns the right before me. I been working my ass off to get the Johnny privilege and you will NOT get it for free! Soap, who’s just been standing there the whole time: *leans to Gaz* Have they actually been taking it that seriously? Gaz: Yeah. They’ve also been working real hard to try and get the right to call Captain “John”. Shoulda seen their face when I said they can call me Kyle. Soap: That’s…really sweet, I’ll give’em permission later. Gaz: Why not now? Soap: I wanna see that bastard get chewed out some more.

-- Y/N, perched on Price’s desk: Captain. Price: *sigh* Y/N: Captain I crave violence.

-- Ghost: Your family line deserves to die with you, only shame it didn’t end before you. Graves: ….I just sat down!

-- Y/N: You’re like…the human incarnation of crumbs in the bed. Graves: Oh c’MON THAT’S REAL MEAN Ghost: It’s true though. Y/N: The kinda crumbs that you keep swiping away but somehow they never leave- Graves: Alright! You know what- Soap: Like getting in bed after going to the beach. Gaz: Sand in the bed, yeah. Feels like that when he talks. Graves: I’M JUST GONNA FUCKIN LEAVE! Y/N: *watches him go* Annnd now the sheets have been changed. Ghost: Clean from filth. Alejandro: You all are so cruel and it’s perhaps the funniest thing I’ve ever seen.

-- Gaz: Things Gucci with you? Y/N: It’s Goodwill at best, my guy. Price: I don’t know what this means but I feel like I should be concerned.

-- (Mild NSFW Jokie Time) Gaz: You alright? You been zoned out. Y/N: Hm? Nah I’m good, just having depraved thoughts. Gaz: Depraved, you say? Soap: Oh do tell. Y/N: You just…you ever see someone and think “they have pretty eyes”. And that’s normal. But then the little devil in the back of ya skull goes “yeah they’d look good rolled back”. Or am I just a whore? Gaz: That is depraved. Soap: Got a good point though.

-- Y/N: Ooo! Look! Old pictures of Captain, this one’s dated. You would’ve been…19 in this one. Lemme s-…… Gaz: Lemme see! ….. Price: What? Y/N: …..you were a whore, weren’t you captain? Gaz: That’s the face of an arrogant bastard who fucks regularly. Price: I…might’ve been a bit of a playboy. Y/N: And I would’ve fallen for it you god damn bastard, no ones fACE SHOULD BE THAT NICE!

-- Valeria, painting her nails: I might kill my ex, not the best idea. His new girlfriend’s next- Alejandro: ….. Rudy: ….should I be worried? Alejandro: Move away quietly and pray.

-- Ghost: For the record this is self destructive. Soap, chugging his 5th energy drink in the past hour: For the record, I’m aware of that.

-- MILF!Y/N: Boys. Bed, now. I wanna talk to your captain. Price: No, boys stay. Please stay- Y/N: Go. Price: Stay. The boys: *concern, panic, perhaps a bit of fear* Y/N: Go! Price: Stay! Y/N: You go! Soap: *speed walking* Price: Soap, stay! Y/N: NOW! Gaz: *slowly backing away* Price: Gaz, don’t move! Y/N: YOU GO! Price: SIMON- Ghost: *leaving*

-- Ghost: What was Plan A? Soap: …don’t fuck up. Ghost: And what was Plan B? Gaz: Don’t fuck up Plan A. Ghost: And what did you do? Y/N: …fucked up plan a- Ghost: YOU FUCKED UP PLAN A-

-- Ghost: What’s rule number one? Soap, with dynamite: Party! Ghost: NO! No, not party! No!

-- Graves: How about after this, we get a drink? Y/N: …I would rather gouge out my eyes and blindly navigate a way to turn them into earrings than ever be anywhere alone with you. Soap, grinning: Ooooo brutal! Ghost: Karma.

-- Ghost: Wait…Johnny’s into me? Like…he LIKES me?? Gaz: Oh Si…you poor, sad, dense mother fucker.

-- Ghost: At least nothing of importance was lost. Laswell: …Graves was kidnapped. Ghost: I know. I said what I said. Y/N: Nothing of value was lost but we did shed off some trash! Ghost: Precisely.

-- Ghost: These lights make me wanna pull my eyes out and eat them. Medic!Y/N: *turns lights off in favor of a lamp* …alright, so you’re autistic, good to know.

-- Ghost: Should I get my reading glasses? Y/N: Oh no no, this isn’t an eye test. It’s a GAY test. Now tell me, *holds up picture of Farah & Graves; Price being 1* Number one, or number two? Ghost: Number one?… Y/N: Interesting. *holds up Farah & Soap, Soap being 2* Okay now number one, or number two? Ghost: *gasp* Y/N: Number two, right? Ghost: Maybe I am gay?

-- Waitress: So, I’ve gotta ask, I’m really curious. 141: ? Waitress: Have any of you ever used like…the military language in bed? Soap: Naaaah. Y/N: No, I don’t- PFFFT, I- *wheeze* I’m sorry I’m imagining it- Gaz: *biting back laughs* Y/N: “You gonna come?” Affirmative. *laughs* Soap: *WHEEZE* Gaz: *cackling* Price: Oh lord- Gaz, snickering: Picking up speed. Y/N: COPY- *Laughter x100* The entire team: *giggling like hyenas* Ghost: Uh, that’s a no. I don’t think we’ve done that.

-- Price: *smiles at Soap & Gaz being stupid* Y/N: I like when you smile. Price: …huh? Y/N: Your smile, I like it. Makes your eyes crinkle up and your beard makes you look like a cuddly bear. You should smile more. Price, internally on the verge of tears: *fond sigh* Get back to drills, soldier. Y/N: Yes sir!

-- Ghost: *minding his fucking business* Y/N: You have pretty eyes. Ghost: *chokes on air* Pardon? Y/N: You have pretty eyes. Ghost: No I-…they’re just brown. Y/N: So? Your eyes don’t have to be blue or green to be pretty. They’re pretty because they’re expressive, and when the sun hits them they look like syrup. I like’em best when we’re all at a bar. They get brighter then. Ghost: Ghost: …stop talking, sergeant. Y/N: Copy that, L.T! <3

-- Gaz: *laughing at something on his phone* Y/N: You have a great laugh. Gaz: Hm? Oh…really? Y/N: Mhm. It’s cute, comes from your chest. I’ve never heard you laugh in anyway that’s not genuine. Really fills the room with joy. Gaz: Dude, you’re gonna make me all soft with words like that. Y/N: All according to plan!

-- Soap: *rambling about something* Y/N: *listening intently* Soap: Then-…ah, I been talkin’ at you this whole time, eh? Should probably quiet down. Y/N: No no, I like your voice! Soap: Eh? Y/N: It’s super energetic and loud, and when you tell a joke or talk about something you love, it’s like you can hear your smile. It’s really fun to listen to. I like when you talk! Soap: *inhale* You’re gonna make me cry- Y/N: I have tissues!

-- König: *fidgeting* Y/N: *takes his hands* You have beautiful hands. König: Wh- Huh?? No they are not. Y/N: They are too! König: Nien, they’re rough and calloused, they break a lot of things… Y/N: They also pet stray cats, make the best coffee on base, and create crotchet works of art. They also mend wounds pretty well. Yeah they fire guns but that doesn’t make them less beautiful. König: *he’s actually crying* …Danke. Y/N: Don’t mention it!

-- Rudy: *rolling his shoulder* Y/N: Anyone ever tell you that you have great shoulders? Rudy: Hm? Oh uh…no, I don’t believe so. Y/N: Well you do! Rudy: Ah, gracias. When I was younger I wanted them to be broader, sometimes now I wish they were more narrow. Can never really be happy with’em, you know? Y/N: Well I think you should be. They’re strong! *gently pats his shoulders* They hold a lot of weight, metaphorically and physically. And even when they’re weighed down, you shoulder it and keep moving. You’re real good at that! I like your shoulders. Rudy, prepared to die for them: …gracias. Y/N: No problem! Now c’mon, the guys are waitin’ for us!

-- Y/N: You have good collarbones. Alejandro: What was that? Y/N: Sorry, I know that’s real specific, but I think your collarbones are pretty. It’s like…the rest of you is bulky and strong, rugged. Then you have these delicate bones. I’m probably being too poetic but it’s like a subtle nod to your gentler side, just, built into your body. Alejandro: …you have a lovely way with words, camarada. Y/N: Thank you! I appreciate that!!

[rhythmic-idealist]

One problem with the society of BNHA is that being “someone in need of saving” is an undesirable category to be in.

“People who need saving” is a category of people. It’s hypothetically a valued one, since heroes save those people.

However: there’s no glory in needing to be saved.

There’s glory in SAVING, but we value the people who do the SAVING, not who need to be saved.

One thing that REALLY felt off to me in the final chapter was how that granny talks to Joki Joki Boy. She talks about herself, about who she can be. If I was in his shoes I would itch under this. Under someone explaining how they can be so charitable to people like me.

I was trying to think about what Izuku could possibly have “showed the world.” I still don’t quite have my answer.

But weirdly I do know what wasn’t shown to the world when the cameras on Ochako and Himiko cut off.

They didn’t see a villain being a hero. They didn’t see a hero needing saving.

The lines between the three societal categories - hero, villain, and people who need saving/protecting - blurred. And the camera missed it.

Edit: I believe this is social commentary BNHA made on purpose. More is available in the notes if you’re curious.

[princessbrunette]

telling rafe, "hm must've been one of ur other hoes," when he tries to scold you for doing something if that makes sense? like just trying to stop him from disciplining you with a little jokie joke but he's just like 😐😠

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you swing your legs where you sit at the kitchen table, pushing your spoon around your now empty plate as rafe storms all around the kitchen — doing whatever the fuck he needed to do. he’d been neglecting you lately, busy and scatterbrained — and when he got like this, you craved being a brat.

“you— you know you’ve been a real pain in my ass all day.” he complains, opening drawers and cupboards seeming to be looking for something. you blink, eyeing him with an obvious attitude.

“have not. barely said anything to you today.”

“exactly, that — that right there.” he clicks, whirling on you to point a finger before carrying on.

“you’ve barely been around, how can i talk to you if you’re not here? i dunno, but it wasn’t me. must have been one of your other little hoes—” it’s a low blow, and you know it, the oldest cameron at your side in an instant, roughly gripping at your cheeks.

“you wanna repeat that or you wanna get fuckin’ slapped? nah, go ahead. talk your shit.” he adjusts his grip to your jaw so that you could speak if brave enough to do so. you blink up at him, wide and glassy eyed expression only making him cement the idea of a punishment in his mind. “get the hell upstairs, n’don’t make me ask you twice.” he drawls, quietly, threateningly.

shamefully, you hop off the seat and stand — taking one step away from him before he yanks you back by the shoulder nearly making you stumble. in the same second, he slaps your ass so hard it would make your head spin before shoving you off to walk again.

“other hoes. the hell’s wrong with you?” he mutters to himself as you disappear, finishing up what he was doing in the kitchen before joining you.

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[genshin-obsessed]

Hey there! Nice to meet ya! Could I request Kaeya, Diluc, Childe, and Wriothesley's s/o crying when she sees how bloody, battered and bruised they are?

Howdy! Nice to meet you as well! Thank you for the request, I hope you like it ^w^

Your boyfriend wasn't entirely reckless, but there were times when you wondered if he tried hard enough to... you know, not get hit? Normally, you're the one patching him up, and for the little wounds, you manage. But the days he comes back looking like he barely escaped with his life, you can't help but feel that deep seated fear reeling it's ugly head to remind you of the awful reality that one day, he may not come back.

Those are the hardest days for you.

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Kaeya

"Ow- hey, gentle." Kaeya said with a soft hiss as he felt the rushing pain through his wound, making the other parts of his arm hurt.

"Oh? Can't handle that?" You asked with a slightly frustrated tone as you kept cleaning the wound, not being much gentler. Kaeya frowned and let out a soft sigh as he turned to look at you. He was silent for a moment as he studied you- you looked angry but he could see you biting your bottom lip a little to keep it from trembling. Not to mention the excessive blinking to keep those tears back.

"I'm... ok, (y/n). I promise. It's just a small scratch. It doesn't even hurt that bad, I was just joki-"

"Stop lying to me." You said sternly, your hand pausing as your gaze met his. You could see the guilt lingering within. "I know it hurts. I know you were scared. I know... so stop lying." Kaeya reached up with his calloused hands and gently took yours.

"I'm sorry. I know I tend to worry you a lot. I'm really sorry." He murmured honestly, watching as your defenses broke and the tears filled your eyes. "Don't cry- please, don't cry." He said with a frown as he hugged you against him tightly. Blood slowly trickled down his arm but he didn't care. At the end of the day, it really didn't hurt that bad because you were taking care of him. But he did vow to be much more careful, seeing the toll it was taking on you.

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Diluc

Diluc sat there silently as you cleaned up the wounds. He didn't say a word or even flinch. You were just as silent, soft sighs escaping you when you turned away from him. He didn't say anything, but he definitely heard them. Once you finished up, you turned away from him, gathering the bloodied towels and tissues that lay around you two.

It was odd. Usually, the second he'd come through the door, you'd begin to scold him and the entire time you cleaned and dressed every single wound, even that tiny scratch that wasn't bleeding, your scolding never stopped. But tonight, you didn't say a single word. Not only that, but you avoided meeting his eyes which just sent a wave of discontent through him.

He waited and waited and waited, but you never spoke. As his crimson eyes watched you gather the cotton and tissues, he finally found his voice and called out.

"I'm... sorry."

"You're always sorry." You replied after a moment of hesitation. That was true. Diluc often got injured and would really just have an apology to give you. No assurances or anything. None that mattered anyway. Before you could leave, his arm shot out and he caught your wrist. Ever so gently, he pulled you back to him, turning your head so that you were looking at him.

"I know. I know, I don't have much other than a sorry to give you. But... I need to know if you're ok. I can tell when you're upset and I know you may not want to talk to me right now. But-" before Diluc could finish his sentence, you broke down. Tears filled your eyes and streamed down your cheeks and you fell against him. Without hesitation- without a word- his arms engulfed you in a warm embrace. So, you weren't ok and he could tell, he wasn't an idiot. But when you sighed and said you were fine, it brought him some form of comfort. But this? This was more painful than any wound on his body.

After that night, you saw less and less unnecessary wounds on him.

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Childe

His bruises and bloodied wounds almost always started some sort of argument between you two. You just never understood why he was so careless. Fine, whatever, he liked fighting. But why was he always getting hurt? Not only did he get hurt, sometimes it was bad. Stitches bad.

"You keep frowning like that and your face is gonna get stuck like that." He joked, only for you to glare in his direction. He always did that, he always trivialized the worry you felt for him as if it was unnecessary.

"I'm not a kid, stop it. You know this worries me. Why do you always end up this badly hurt?" Childe actually kept a lot hidden from you, especially when it came to his work as a Fatui. It's not that he didn't trust you- no way. It was just safer for you to not know about his work. Having knowledge was already dangerous, so he just... lied.

"Listen," he began softly as he grabbed your working hand, making that frown on your face deepen. "You're right, ok? I should be more careful and sometimes I'm not. But please don't be too angry with me. Not for my sake, but your own. I don't want you to be sad all night."

"Look at you, Ajax," you said, your voice beginning to shake with the emotions you were so desperately trying to contain. "Look at yourself and t-tell me how I'm n-not supposed to be sad." The tears filled your eyes and when you attempted to blink them back, they just spilled. Childe didn't speak. He just pulled you against him, holding you tightly.

"They're just surface wounds, love. I swear to you- with everything that I am- no one is ever going to take me away from you. I'll always come home to you." And he kept that promise. He was a lot more careful though, doing his best to avoid frivolous fights. It was definitely a big change for him, but your tears that night, they hurt more than any wound he'd ever sustained.

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Wriothesley

“It’s not that bad.” Wriothesley said as his gaze remained focused on your face. “It barely hurts, really. Can’t even feel it. I guess I’m just strong— Ack!”

You didn’t say a word, your eyes just shot up to Wriothesley who just sheepishly chuckled. Your silence was just the worst. He’d rather you yell at him, throw things at him, insult him— whatever. Just don’t stay quiet. Not that you've ever resorted to any of those, but he finds anger more manageable than silence.

“Come on, I’m ok. It hurts a little but what wound doesn’t? I really am fine.” He sighed after a moment and leaned back in the chair when you once again refused to speak or even look at him. He knew and understood why you were so upset with him. But it’s not like he could’ve helped it. He got into fights, he had to sometimes. If he backed down, he’d lose respect. It’s not like he fights every meathead out there, he just needs to teach certain people lessons. Doesn’t mean they won’t hit him back.

A small sniffle from you made his icy blue eyes shoot to you. They slowly widened as he felt a small droplet land on his arm.

“Hey, come on, don’t cry. I’m fine. I swear.” He said as he sat right back up and tried to grab your face. You brushed his hand away and kept cleaning the wound before he grabbed your wrist. “(Y/n), please look at me.” He murmured, finally making you stop.

“I don’t care if it doesn’t hurt you, it hurts me.” You didn’t have to say much after that as Wriothesley engulfed you into a tight hug.

It put things into perspective, that one little sentence. Those last three words. There was a drastic shift in his behavior after that day. He was more careful and avoided fights unless it was necessary. Even then, he’d try to push back. Did people question him after that? Of course they did, but Wriothesley only fought those who really required it.

[emma045]

Y/N: feeling confident huh?

Steal my skin then and live my life then we'll talk

Cyn: okay

Y/N: WAIT NO I WAS JOKING I WAS JOKING I WAS JOKI-

[jokiyo]

unfortunately, im one of those people who cant stay up until midnight.... laugh it up, yep.

Happy new year, simblr!🎆

[petalsscribbles]

Bad habits

summary: yn encounters his ex at a party he didnt even want to go to. A handsome stranger offers to help him chase his ex away. Unbeknownst to yn, the stranger is actually Lee Heeseung, popular but aloof music production major with good grades and bad habits.

pairing: lee heeseung x male reader

genre: smau, fluff, humor, angst(mayhaps a sprinkle), college au, grumpy x sunshine

featuring: enhypen members, yeji from itzy, yunjin from le sserafim, soobin from TXT

content warning: cheating ex, smoking, alcohol consumption, kms and sexual jokie jokes, cursing, situationship

status: completed

started: 18.3.2024

finished: 7.4.2024

taglist: CLOSED

author's note: this is my first smau plz be nice to me babes T.T

disclaimer: this is a work of fiction and is not meant to be taken seriously or as a representation of the idols.

navigation:

profiles

profiles 1 profiles 2

chapters:

the party

introductions (smau+written)

morning after

phone call

late night date

night out (smau+written)

the million dollar question

he's mine

aftermath

flower prince

drunken mistake

talk of shame

비틀비틀 (smau+written)

the arrangement

confrontation

getaway

mission simpossible

jealousy jealousy

overthinking

confession (smau+written)

[cobrabobra]

"The beginning"

Carl Grimes x fem!reader

So, I never wrote anything for a fem!reader but I was in a mood to try something new. This contains: unprotected sex, breeding kink, a bit of degradation (words like whore and slut)

"Come on, Judy" (Y/N) grunted as she picked up the little girl. "Michonne's gonna take care of you now, okay?" she passed the baby to her stepmom.

Judith snuggled into Michonne's neck, her little arms clenching at the woman's shirt. Grimes girl was very sleepy, she'd been playing with her brother's girlfriend all day, she yawned as Michonne kissed her forehead and went upstairs.

"I think I'd make a great mom" she said as she turned to face Carl. She spoke confidently, hands on her hips, chin raised high. "And you'd make a great dad" a cute smile appeared on her face.

"You'd like that?" He asked, looking straight into her eyes.

"Like what?" She frowned, clearly confused.

"Like having a baby together"

"Of course! I know it's risky, but Alexandria's safe, it makes me think we could do it. And I could say I'm carrying Badass Carl's baby" her cute laugh made his heart warm and her words lit a fire in his abdomen.

He couldn't quite explain it, but the fought of (Y/N) being round with his baby, carrying his child under her heart, it made him think of how he would've had to fill her pussy to the brim with his seed to make this idea reality.

He tried to contain himself, but fuck, if the fought of his girlfriend's pretty face covered with tears as he came inside her for the nth time, made his cock hard.

"You okay? I was just joki-" she became worried when Carl's expression changed and his body tensed up.

He raised his head and their eyes met, his gaze predatory, hungry almost, like a wolf looking at it's dinner. Fuck, maybe he'd make (Y/N) his dinner, stretch her tight hole with his tounge before pounding into her like his life depended on it.

She swallowed harshly, she knew that look, she knew what it meant. It meant that she wouldn't be able to walk or talk for a week and that idea send chills down her spine. She suddenly found herself with her legs pressed together as a familiar warmth spread through her body.

It didn't take long for Carl to throw (Y/N) onto his bed and lean over her. His hands landed on her hips, his fingers dug into the soft skin living nail imprints, his mouth on her neck as he kissed and licked the tender flesh, breathing out dirty words.

"Carl" she moaned, her hands in his long hair, tugging the brown strands, encouraging him to go further.

He made himself comfortable between her legs, a brief squeeze of her thighs was all he had time for, if course there was no time limit, but Grimes knew that if he didn't do anything he'd explode.

"I know, I can't wait too" his voice was raspy, harsh almost and it sent chills down her spine as she squeezed him between her legs.

Carl's skilled hands wasted no time and slid down her pants and underwear. Normally, he loved to tease her through her panties for a while, watch as the material got wet with her juices and lap on it like an animal. But there was no time for this now, he brought his face closer and placed a couple of soft yet a bit rushed kisses on her abdomen while his fingers pinched the inner part of her thighs.

His kisses trailed down to her, already dripping, pussy, he brushed his nose against her clit when he went down even lower, to finally taste her addictingly sweet juices.

Her sweet whimpers railed him up even more, at this point he was lapping at her cunt like a starving man, desperate to get them both off.

"God, I'm going to fucking breed you like the little whore you are" he panted, his chin wet from her slick, his pupils dialated and his cock extremely hard. He fumbled with his belt, which definitely didn't help with his erection, he let out a loud, satisfied groan when his dick finally sprung free.

"Please... " she whined, needy and eager for some action, her pussy was throbbing with arousal.

"Please what? Are you asking me to breed you? To cum inside of you until you're round with my seed? With my child?" He licked his lips, still tasting her delicious slick. His fingers trailed up, to her clit and started to tease it, circiling with his thumb.

"Yes" she only manages to say, too horny to be able to get out anything else, her mind focused on Carl on his throbbing dick that she desperately wanted inside if her.

"Then beg for it" his beautiful blue eyes met hers, his gaze predatory, so dominating she swore she could cum just from looking into his eyes. "Beg for it, slut"

"Please, Carl, please, I beg you, fuck me, breed me" she panted, she almost hit her limit, and they haven't done anything yet. She will beg if she has to, everything to get Carl to finally fuck her.

"I'm going to stuff your tight, little hole with my cum, to the fucking brim" his cock brushed against her sensitive folds, (Y/N) had to fight the urge to pull him closer and slide his dick inside.

Grimes seemed to read her mind, because he pressed against her, slowly sinking in. She bit her lips until it almost bled, her toes curled as she dug her nails into his back.

"Fucking fuck Carl!" She clenched on the tip of his cock that was slowly pushing deeper and deeper inside. Sure, maybe she didn't have a lot of experience, but, fuck Carl had the biggest cock and the best technique imaginable. And the words that came out of his mouth, the way he teased her, it was like the most beautiful, moving poem ever written by a man.

"Fuck, you're so tight, so fucking tight for me. Clenching around my cock like you never want to let me out. You want this? You want me to breed you? Come on, say it" he nipped on her neck, sucked the sensitive flesh, eager to leave marks, to show everyone who she belonged to.

Usually Grimes was cautious and delicate, giving her time to get used to the stretch, but this time, his brain infected by pictures of (Y/N) with a round belly, her breasts swollen with milk, all because of him, he simply couldn't be patient. Good thing she didn't seem to be very patient either, the way she bucked her hips, told him she wanted to be fucked hard and she wanted it now.

He started to pound her like an animal in heat, like he'd die if he didn't move. Nothing else mattered, just destroying her little pussy and filling it with his cum. It was only them, nothing else mattered, nothing else existed, the whole world stopped.

(Y/N) moaned loudly when she felt her boyfriend's mouth on her breasts, sucking, bitting on the sensitive nipples. Carl turned into a starving animal in bed and she became his sex toy, thing to play with and use.

Her fingers scratched his back until it bled, the other hand in his hair, tugging on the brown strands as she felt herself closer and closer to cumming. She clenched on his cock, like she was begging him to finish inside her.

He seemed to get the message, because only seconds later he flooded her insides with his thick, hot cum. She closed her eyes and bit her lip as she felt a familiar feeling of orgasm wash over her.

The laid in a bed for a while, trying to catch their breath and come down for their high when Carl suddenly moved.

"Carl" she whined, surprised and extra sensitive.

"Oh, you're tired already? Baby, it was only the beginning"

[nyoomfruits]

"I think this is the part where you're supposed to kiss me" for the ask list? maybe landoscar or any pair you feel inspired by! <3

“i think this is the part where you’re supposed to kiss me”

It’s started to drizzle when Lando pushes his way through the front doors of the hotel, runs out into the street. Oscar’s only a few feet away, standing on the curb looking at his phone, clearly waiting for the car to come pick him up. His suitcase is next to him, his backpack slung over his shoulder.

“Oscar,” Lando breathes out more than says, way too relieved to find him still here, rushing in his direction.

Oscar hears him anyway, looks up a little confused, even more confused when he spots Lando. “Lando?” He asks. “I thought you were asleep.”

“I was, you fucking bastard,” Lando says, puts his hands on his hips. “Not anymore. A letter, really? Not even. A fucking letter?”

Oscar has the decency to look at little ashamed. “I didn’t want to wake you.”

“Bullshit,” Lando says. “That’s and you know it. I just want to know why. This whole week we’re having a great time together and I thought, you know. And then you leave me a fucking letter confirming that great time, and then you fucking end it with ‘I’m sorry to leave but I can’t be what you want me to be’. What does that even mean.”

“I don’t do casual, Lando,” Oscar says. He looks a little tired around the eyes, a little sad. Lando gets it. He’s not a driver, doesn’t even work for F1, but he’s lived near Silverstone all his life. He knows how hectic shit gets. How taxing this whole week is for someone like Oscar. “I can’t- Not with you.”

“Okay,” Lando says, a little confused. “That’s nice? For you? Then why didn’t you just, I don’t know. Leave your phone number? You know, like a normal person. Or you could’ve woken me up. Even normaler person behavior.”

“I don’t think that’s a word,” Oscar says, and when Lando merely glares at him he shrugs, a little bashfully. “You just. I just didn’t think that’s something you wanted. You gave the impression you know. That this was just a one week thing to you.”

And. Okay. Maybe Lando did keep talking about how F1 feels like this one-week festival every year. How it comes and goes and feels like transporting yourself to another universe for a week. How he’s made friends he only sees once a year. How he’s made friends that felt like the best he’d ever dad for the duration of that one week and then never saw again.

He’d never considered that, with Oscar. Oscar had felt. Permanent. All encompassing. Inevitable. From the moment Oscar had gotten out of his stupid bright orange McLaren down the road from his parent’s farm to ask for directions because he’d found himself horrible turned around, Lando had felt this. Connection.

Which is stupid, because Oscar is a world famous F1 driver and Lando is a farmer’s son from a small town in the middle of the English countryside, but still. They’d clicked, immediately. Oscar somehow being perfectly equipped to deal with Lando’s slightly chaotic energy in a way no one in this town ever really had, giving as good as he got. He’s charming, in a very understated way. Sweet.

And they had fun, this past week. A lot of fun. Fun Lando hoped they would be able to continue, after.

But then this morning had happened, and the letter, and he’s started doubting that maybe-

“It wasn’t,” he says, earnestly, honestly. Because if he only gets one shot at this, he’s taking it with both hands. Worst case scenario he’ll never see Oscar again. Best case scenario… Well. He’d love to find out. “Just a one week thing for me.”

“Oh,” Oscar says, and he’s smiling, and the rain has started to pick up so his hair is starting to stick to his forehead, but neither of them really cares. “Me neither. If you want, yeah. Me neither.”

“Good,” Lando says, nods. His shirt is getting soaked. He wishes he’d grabbed a jacket during his mad scramble to catch Oscar in time. “Right. I think this is the part where you’re supposed to kiss me.” He says, only half-jokingly, when there’s a sort of awkward silence between them.

Oscar however, doesn’t waste a single moment, reaching forward like he’s been waiting for Lando to say that all his life, his fingers sliding over Lando’s wet cheeks as he pulls them closer. It’s really starting to pour down now, but for a moment, when Oscar’s lips touch his, Lando feels like the sun is shining just for them.

[spinji]

Why did the heroes view Tomura Shigaraki as a 1D-villian after displaying symptoms of unresolved trauma?

I still think about this on occasion and I really think a lot of people forget about it when talking about the villains. There genuinely was no precedent for seeing villains in any context outside of being criminals. Even All Might parrots this idea.

When Tomura was ranting about his need to tear down the symbol of peace at the USJ All Might looks to Midoriya and tells him, to his face, that villains trying to make any kind of argument about the faults of society are deflecting so they can excuse their own desire to do bad. And he warns Izuku not to fall for it, as if it's an intentional deception rather than a crack in the facade that can explain why Tomura is like this and what could be done to help him.

This is why I hate the argument that the ending is weak because hero society doesn't change. I think people making that argument aren't actually clear that THIS WAS THE PROBLEM. It wasn't the billboard charts, it wasn't heroes not being more strictly penalized, it wasn't the prison system, it wasn't the HSPC. The problem at the core of My Hero Academia's society, the problem that let All For One manipulate these isolated and broken people into a threat to the entire world was an inability to recognize villains as human.

This is why the scene with Joki at the end of the manga is so important. Now that the idea that most villains come about from being mistreated or abused with no safety net, people start to rethink how they used to react to these kinds of scenarios. They're seeing suffering first rather than a threat and the fact that Tomura's suffering went on for so long, the fact that things got this bad, will forever be a reminder to never take steps back when faced with people like him again.

[pikahlua]

Please do correct me if I’m missing something, but if Izuku is only able to save “Tenko” and not Tomura, the person Tenko became bc of his trauma, cause he’s too late, it feels like it sends the wrong idea about abuse victims? Like nothing can save them when they’re grown and changed by their trauma, they can only be saved when they’re still young enough (like the Joki Joki kid, who was pretty much Tenko 2)

What do you mean by saved? I made a distinction between Tomura the traumatized destroyer (the one Izuku saved) and Tomura the hero of the villains (the one Izuku couldn't save) for a reason. If there was anything Tomura did ask to be "saved" from, it was from merging with AFO. That's the face Izuku saw that inspired him to save. And Tomura was saved from that fusion. His heart/soul was ALSO saved by Izuku. Remember we're also talking about a story with supernatural/sci-fi elements, and those played a big part in Tomura's fate.

Tomura didn't ask Izuku to save his life, and the story has made pretty clear for a long time that a victim has to want to accept help in order to be saved (note how Touya eventually DID decide he wanted to live before he was saved). This has nothing to do with Tomura being "so broken he can't be saved." Tomura doesn't see anything else he wants to be saved from. Tomura isn't afraid of death. Tomura doesn't ask for Izuku to save him from "being the hero of the villains," which is what Izuku is too late to "save" him from. Tomura did not accept that particular hand that Izuku reached out. The hand he DID accept was the one that saw him as something more than just a destroyer--because he wanted to be acknowledged for something else (a crying little boy, a hero to the villains). I treated "Tomura" as a separate entity from Tenko in the last post because I was mostly talking about his fusion with AFO, but I openly stated it was a rough draft. Like, when I say Izuku was "unable" to save Tomura, I never said abuse victims are unable to be saved. Tomura doesn't stand in for all abuse victims. He stands in for a person who is so sure in who he is (a hero to the villains) that he would never compromise it, even in the face of death (this is the closest we can get to calling him a martyr, btw). What's there to save him from, in this case?

tl;dr The thing Izuku was "too late" to "save" Tomura from was being a hero to the villains. Izuku DID "save" him from his trauma.