#let others treat their condition how they see fit

[unseelie-ghuleh]

Ok, this? This pisses me the f off. Who are YOU to tell people how to treat their condition? Paracetamol/Tylenol doesn't work for you? OK, fine. But you DO NOT get to judge others if it works for them. I'm severely limited on the medication I'm allowed to take by order of my migraine specialist, my migraine nurse and my migraine pharmacist. I can take Paracetamol and my triptans and THAT'S IT! By lumping others into the standard you expect others to adhere to you're effectively telling people that their personal, subjective experience isn't relevant and fake. Ableist trash at it's finest.

[san8ny]

Porno Casting Agent! Ellie HCS!

!: paying homage to camgirl ellie..but not really? slightly sleazy Ellie, sorryyyyy.. >:3

Ellie who comes up to you softly from behind the couch, brushing her fingertips delicately over your exposed collarbone from the tanktop you wear,

Ellie who smiles when she sees how jittery you are, telling you in a dorky voice that everything will be fine— afterall, you agreed to the conditions.

Ellie who begins rolling the camera, asking you to ‘look up at me, baby’ then your name, age, interests, etc— the basics.

“‘ya guys hear that?”

“You’re so polite..”

“I’ll treat you good.”

Ellie who’s towering over from where you sit, camera in-hand with the other raking itself through your soft hair when she bluntly tells you to unbuckle her pants, a complete 180 from the persona she’d been fronting.

Ellie who’s eyes are trained on you, asking you seemingly embarassing questions while you fiddle with her jeans buckle,

“Do your parents know you’re doing this?”

“It’d be funny if they saw, huh? No? Ah, just kidding..”

“You’ll make bank from this, ‘yenno? more than you’ve likely ever touched since you need it so bad.”

Ellie who, when you get to the final layer, tells you to stop, cheshire smile on her face when she asks you to lick the bulbous tip of her strap through her boxers.

“There ‘ya go..”

“Gosh, you’re so good..”

“Aht! Aht! Up at the camera..”

Ellie who, herself, is quite the amateur when it comes to porno-making, you being the first person she’s ever booked to her start-up company on craigslist.

Ellie who hisses when your flat tongue makes first contact, instantly soaking the cotton fabric as the darkening wet splotch expands,

Ellie who after a while of teasing, thinks she should quicken the process, not wanting any of the potential people who’d be viewing the tape to lul to sleep,

Ellie who leads you, in-hand, to the silky hotel bedsheets, your hand fitting perfectly within hers when she pushes you down, earning a slight noise of unexpected excitement from you.

Ellie who’s lazily giving you head, you now holding the camera from your POV, though she’s not in view-shot, her seemingly talented pink tongue is, trudging through your fat pussy folds like the champion it was while you hiccup cute gasps and moans.

Ellie who’s got her grip back on the camera, showing your ass ripples from how she slams her hips into you from behind, stutters of movement from when she’s especially plowing into you like you’re some toy. God, she can’t break you on the first day! How would she become successful then..

Ellie who gathers your hair back into a ponytail to pull you backwards and land an exceptionally sloppy kiss on your glistening ones— flexible, she notes..

Ellie who forgets this was even a porno in the first place when you two begin tribbing, her ontop because she wants to see how your tits move from here, and also your dumbed out face, but mostly the sisters.

Ellie who doesn’t even realize you’re choking her from underneath, and neither do you? Your eyes are closed and you’re just holding onto whatever you can to make the pulsating go away. Poor you..

Ellie who leans inbetween your legs with the zoomed in camcorder, spreading your cunt slightly open with 2 V shaped fingers, licking her lips with how much of a mess she you’ve made yourself into.

Ellie who turns the camera off, pulling herself into your warm chest while you slumber. No, i’m serious, she’s quite literally propped underneath your arm, head on chest while she watches you sleep with her creepy ass.

Ellie who decides you’re a good asset to the company, and her’s life, but don’t hold your breath if you think you’re even ‘gettin money because guess what—Ellie will also act as your personalized accountant. She’ll take care of all that complicated money stuff for her pretty new employee..

Ellie who thinks she’s never letting you go.

[lets-go-hurt-someone]

Evil or redemption, I can’t get over the idea that Gortash was the first person Durge ever loved and it inevitably triggers the demise of the Dead Three.

Just based on how Bhaal treats redemption Durge, it seems likely he made Durge kill anyone he had soft feelings for. It started with his foster family when he came of age, and it probably never stopped. In an almost Pavlovian way, Durge eventually must have felt revulsion, anger at himself for caring about anyone and letting them live. Bhaal had him well-trained. But then Enver Gortash came along.

He saw Durge— he liked Durge, and Durge clearly liked him back. Normally Durge would have killed him for that without Bhaal even having to tell him to, but he couldn’t, and Bhaal knew he couldn’t. Not this time. Gortash was protected. He was the Chosen of Bane; he was necessary for the Absolute hoax to succeed so Durge could usurp it and end the world. Cue the overwhelming guilt and shame from Durge that gave us the miserable ‘prayer for forgiveness.’

Sarevok says Durge got cocky and that’s why he didn’t see Orin’s betrayal coming. I think he got distracted. He was really happy, for the first time since the Urge awoke, but the source of his happiness was also something he had to struggle with constantly. A knife to the brain was probably a fitting punishment for loving someone other than daddy, something other than murder and fear and blood.

But then Durge gets a second chance. He’s literally taken apart and put back together again, born anew out of his own ashes. With absolutely nothing in his head, Bhaal has the perfect chance to rebuild his Chosen exactly as he wishes from an utter tabula rasa… and yet. And yet.

Durge does it again. His body may remember—the body always does—but he doesn’t, and he lets himself fall in love again. He just can’t help himself. And this time, without the fear and obligation and guilt conditioned into him over decades, he doesn’t even try to escape it. Instead, he fights to overcome what his body is telling him, what Sceleritas is trying to remind him of, just to hold onto this precious thing he’s found.

He was crafted from Bhaal’s own gore to be the perfect, heartless murder machine, but even a god can’t stamp out a mortal’s propensity for love. And it’s such a tiny thing. Such a petty, common emotion. It shouldn’t matter.

But it does. There’s no way around it. The murder god’s favourite bespoke weapon will fall in love again and again and again, even across a thousand different universes.

And so it all unravels.

[snakebites-and-ink]

Feel free to expand on the weirdly loving handler and living weapon thingy you blessed our eyeballs with 👀👀

F-feel free to share more 👀👀

The thingy in question

With pleasure :D

I hope you wanted a lot more because this got long.

You can have:

Cuddles with undertones of power dynamics

Handler gently guiding/maneuvering a currently very dissociated living weapon (possibly after a hard mission/battle/something else that was difficult for them to go through)

Dogged loyalty and devotion

Weapon too conditioned to fully understand what they’re feeling

Both protective of each other but express it in different ways according to their roles

Denial. Denial that the living weapon is really a person, denial that one or both of them have gotten too attached/emotional about the other, denial about the ways the relationship is unhealthy, whatever else.

Can’t express their love/care the way two people normally would but find other ways to show it to each other.

They get each other in a certain way that no one else does, see sides of each other that aren't shown in many other situations

The drastic contrast between violence on the field and tenderness in private

And it comes in different varieties

Flavor 1: “I take care of my things.”

Very possessive

Heavy on the dehumanization

Handler/owner won’t let the weapon forget that they’re no more than an object in their eyes; every kindness and comfort serves as a reminder of this because each one is the handler taking care of and maintaining a thing that belongs to them.

—But they’re a very valued object. Maybe they’re expensive. Maybe they’re irreplaceable. Maybe the handler is very picky discerning about what kind of living weapon they’ll work with and others don’t fit the bill. Maybe they’ve saved the handler’s life more times than anyone else the handler has worked with on the field. Regardless of the reason, the handler won’t even entertain the idea of tossing the weapon aside like any other object.

A form of ownership that looks a lot like love. It’s hard to tell where the lines are drawn between sole ownership and monogamy, between maintenance and tenderness, between carefulness and caringness.

Handler definitely will not share. This weapon is theirs and theirs alone. You are not taking it on a mission without them.

Flavor 2: Basically BDSM but more questionable in the “safe, sane, and consensual” department.

Heavy on the affection & fondness. Probably in both directions.

Handler treats the weapon as more than an object, but never as a peer. They’re beloved but ultimately expected to obey.

One or both of them delight in their unequal roles.

Likely some kind of tension and want between the handler and the weapon. Also probably in both directions.

Some dubcon intimacy going on. I’ll let you decide how dubious and how intimate. Suffice it to say, the weapon is conditioned to do what their handler tells them, and that conditioning doesn’t just disappear when they leave the battlefield.

Maybe there is some consent involved, at least at some stage. Maybe they volunteered to become a living weapon out of their own desires.

Flavor 3: Stuck in this situation and doing what they can to be nice

Handler knows this is a weapon but it looks so human

Surely the conditioning can’t completely eliminate their emotions. They must be able to feel the difference between kindness and callousness even if they don’t show it. It would be cruel not to give them gentleness and comfort when they’re past the point of being able to seek it out for themself.

Finding excuses for the “unnecessarily” nice treatment. It’s to keep them operating in peak condition. It’s to reinforce their loyalty to their handler and contrast with the violence of the enemy. It’s because it would be more unnecessary work for the handler to break the habits they formed interacting with actual people. It’s because the handler has fallen for those doe eyes.

Would probably decondition them if they were in any place to do so. But they have to answer to a higher power, whether that be a commanding officer or a greater moral good, etc. so instead they focus on making the aspects that they can control of the situation they are in more merciful and comfortable even as they continue to use them as a weapon.

Flavor 4: Love each other but both believe the dehumanization.

Conditioned like you wouldn’t believe

Maybe the handler has fallen for propaganda. Maybe they took the weapon at their very conditioned word. Maybe they’ve gone through some kind of conditioning themself. Regardless, they see the living weapon as just that: a living weapon. Definitely not a person, but not some lifeless, inanimate thing either.

There’s a deep, non-sexual intimacy to the relationship between a weapon and its wielder. To depend on another to save your life time and again, to destroy foes you could never overcome with your own bare hands. To trust someone so deeply you respond to their orders faster than you can assess a threat or target yourself, so completely you don’t even think to question them. To participate together in the intense acts of killing and fighting for your life.

That forms a bond no one else can truly understand. No relationship in polite society compares with one founded on mortal peril and unquestioning faith.

In the end one is a person and one is a weapon, but they’ve both developed a love for the other. Their relationship is built on the difference in their roles and functionally inextricable from that difference, yet is defined by more than roles alone. If you asked them what they were to each other they would say “It’s my weapon” and “They’re my wielder” with absolute surety, but they would say it with love in their eyes and fondness in their voices.

Flavor 5: Handler doesn’t realize how deeply gentle their treatment affects the weapon

Maybe the handler considers it basic human decency. Maybe they consider it more efficient to keep their weapon in top condition. Maybe they’re just a naturally gentle person. Regardless, they treat the weapon better than any handler or trainer before them but (at least initially) don’t think much of it.

No one else has shown the weapon any sort of kindness since before they were a weapon.

Taken by surprise when the weapon breaks down crying in a tender moment

Handler is kind because it just makes sense. Cruelty doesn’t serve any purpose. It doesn’t have especial meaning to them.

In contrast, the kindness means everything to the living weapon. They become deeply devoted to the handler over it.

Maybe the handler finds out how much it means to the weapon. Do they try to tell them it’s no big deal? Do they make it more of a point to always show that kindness now that they know how important it is? Do they worry this means the weapon needs more conditioning?

I’ve had this on the mind a lot can you tell

[im-totally-not-an-alien-2]

I had a very cursed thought and I'm choosing violence and making it Tumblr's problem:

Bruce had his thing with Talia. It led to the Stabby Child that is Damian.

Except, Damian has 2 dads.

Bruce, biologically his Father, and Daniel James Phantom, brought to their world by the Lazarus Pit, who "convinced Ras to retire" (aka turned his mind to mush through Eldritch Madness of Revelation). Talia took over, and, thinking herself The Chosen One, allowed the guy to court her.

In fact she isn't some Chosen One. She's a badass woman who could kill Danny easily, and he's very into that. And it's not helping that she's very attractive, and her kid is very feral and like to fight, like baby ghosts also like to do.

Eventually the Bats get wind that there's been a Change in Management in the League, and they come to investigate. Bruce expects the worst, Tim is just praying Ras is dead and he can get his spleen back, Jason is mildly disturbed that it might mean Talia is leading the Assassins, and Dick is keeping Gotham safe while the others are out.

They expect a cruel dictatorship, or a mound of corpses piles in a corner.

They did NOT expect to see a tiny Damian fight a guy dressed in League armor, a Cape and a crown of black iron, who could've been Wayne Adoption Bait if he was younger, while the guy laughs and corrects his form. Every blow the child is allowed to land simply passes through him.

Talia got herself a very comfy throne (Danny gifted it to her, saying some cheesy line like "no other would be fit for a Queen like you") made of Starlight and Ice, from which she can watch her on and her Beloved bond and train, while her new and improved League watch on as their Prince takes joy in his training and the pride his parents have in him. Soon he shall move to Gotham to meet his other dad, and learn from him as well, so he may know his family and make his destiny as he wishes.

TLDR: Danny is a simp for strong deadly lady and a good dad to her kid. She's indulging in his attention and caring. The bats are confused. Jason can feel the Ghost Adoption that will be coming his way when Danny "Ghost King" Phantom learns of his existence. The League of Assassins, even while they kill people to maintain Wolrd Order, treat Talia, Danny and Damian like the spies in SpyxFamily act towards Loid and Anya :)

Bruce: *opens his mouth*

Talia: You can't adopt my love

Bruce: *closes mouth*

I go a little feral for Jason viewing Talia as his mom so I am 100% behind Danny adopting Jason. Maybe Tim follows him after learning what Danny did to Ras and let's him have his spleen back, tho only on the condition that his own doctors put it back in. Who knows what Ras has done to it and with ecto involved its better to be safe than sorry. Tim is amazed that they can put the spleen back in at all due to how long its been outside his body.

Is this going to turn Poly with Bruce/Talia/Danny? Cause I'd read that!

Lmao imagine everyone going on vacation in the Ghost Zone. I'd read that too!

[manicpixieyandere]

The Genius Of Not Labeling Jinx

The Messiness Of Labels

Jinx from Arcane is known as the poster girl for borderline personality disorder, but today we wanted to talk about some of the other conditions she has symptoms of (but doesn't necessarily qualify for) and why it was smart to not label her.

Let's go over the different conditions Jinx could have:

Of course first we have BPD. Not gonna spend too much time on this one but she hits all nine of the diagnostic criteria!

Schizophrenia:

Jinx is seen to hallucinate many times in the show. She gets visual hallucinations of her family she has guilt over killing. She experiences overlays of child like drawings. She has auditory hallucinations and delusions as well.

BPD can come with hallucinations and delusions but it tends to more often be auditory hallucinations and delusions of grandeur than anything else. Schizophrenia and bipolar are the conditions more likely to cause the type of psychosis Jinx experiences.

DID/OSDD:

An argument could also be made for Jinx nearing a dissociative disorder. We haven't seen much of the show from the season two trailers, but they do seem to be hinting at Jinx embracing Powder a bit more.

It is common in BPD for the person to believe they are a completely different person than their past self. We think this is well represented in characters like Spinel from Steven Universe or Ashley Graves (Leyley) from The Coffin of Andy and Leyley. This is of course also shown in Jinx with Powder.

But Jinx and Powder's differences go a bit beyond the typical BPD self image issues. Their personalities while similar, are quite different. And instead of Powder staying purely in the past, Jinx switches between the two personalities. You can see her face change to be more soft like Powder in certain scenes. (They quite literally transform her face).

Some other differences are; Jinx is represented by pink, while Powder tends to be blue. Jinx is left handed while Powder is right handed (she uses her left to shoot, right for other stuff). Jinx is the daughter of Silco, Powder is the daughter of Vander. Both are the child of Zaun.

Jinx is of course also known to dissociate in many scenes. (As a side detail we just love how well animated the face acting is).

While Jinx fits BPD best it is also important to note that comorbidity is a real thing. While rare, all three of these conditions can be had at the same time. Personality disorders and dissociative disorders especially tend to be comorbid.

The most likely reason Jinx isn't diagnosed with anything is stigma. Giving a terrorist a mental illness may come off a demonizing. But Jinx is still loved by the neurodivergent community because her symptoms and trauma are treated with care. She's a fun relatable character. But we think another genius reason is because she's all encompassing. Saying she has BPD may make anyone who doesn't have BPD immediately think "oh, well then I won't find her relatable". But in an age where fandom likes relatability and kins the most, you cannot afford that. Instead really any neurodivergent can see themselves in her.

This is both a smart strategy but also just an accurate portrayal of how real life ends up looking. Medical conditions are technically social constructs. That's not to say they aren't real, but that they are labeled by humans. It's a list of behaviors the body or brain executes. But humans are messy! Who's to say one person is gonna nearly fit into that BPD box? Eventually you get to a point where you have someone diagnosed with 10 or so mental conditions! (Hi yes it's us, we have been diagnosed with 10). Humans were not made to fit into boxes. You see this pattern with queer identities all the time as well. The creation of microlabels has greatly helped people categorize and understand themselves, but at the end of the day the most accurate label is: you. You are you. Insert name here is Insert name here.

Thanks for listening to the ramblings of a mad Jinx kinnie. Here's to hoping season two is just as good as the first one! Still absolutely loving Jinx's new look!

[celestoria]

He can’t his leave his girl’s feet hurting in her heels, can he? || 600 words

Childe would immediately buy you new shoes. He can’t let you suffer on a nice day, can he? He would take you to the nicest boutique he could find and reassure you it will be alright since the mora will eventually come back to him. Just get something you like and it better be comfy. While you were picking which one to get, he was thinking if you two have more time soon, he’ll take you out shopping and buy you more shoes as long as they follow the same two conditions. His reasoning would be “A warrior can’t have nimble fights if they are feeling sore” though you’re pretty sure that's just his way for you not to reject him. He tells you that if you ever feel bad, just give him a peck on the cheek and he’ll call it even.

Diluc would take off his boots and insist you wear them until you feel better. As much as you were grateful for his kind gesture, you were baffled by it. You know Diluc is a noble and he shouldn’t let himself look like a fool. You were willing to just bear with the pain since you bought and wore those heels for yourself in the first place. However, he argued back that it’s more shameful for him to let a woman be in pain and do nothing about it, especially if it was you. After bickering like an old couple, you accepted his offer and he held onto your heels, not caring if he was walking on the cool stone steps of the city. He’d rather take care of you than let his status get in between you.

Thoma would notice you struggling and constantly ask if you are alright. You keep on telling him that you’ll be fine and that you were used to it with how often you are wearing your heels. Instead of reassuring him that you’re okay, this raised much more concern for him. The moment you finally got back home and readied yourself for bed, he brought out the body oil and massaged you. He can’t imagine how much pain you have been going through today but he hopes this will make you feel better. The smell of lavender and his hands skillfully rubbing your sore feet eased the pain you’d been tolerating the whole day. Your wellness is always Thoma’s top priority and boy, is he great at spoiling you in every way he can.

Ayato would tell you that you’re in no rush and leads you to a milk tea shop you have never tried before. That way you can give yourself a break and as well have a refreshing drink with him. His treat, of course. Oftentimes, Ayato would make you take a sip of his “unique” milk tea order but today he’s making an exception, understanding the last thing you need right now is more trouble. The two of you won’t leave until he is sure you got enough rest. Ayato doesn’t mind if it would take you hours to just sit around and enjoy each other’s company. It’s his favorite thing in the world to just see you enjoy the timid, quiet times with him. For Ayato, it shows that love is all about the little things you share and enjoy in the world.

Itto would make you stop your steps so both of you can switch shoes. Yes, switch shoes. You wear his and he wears yours. You rebutted him by saying your size is far much smaller compared to an oni like him and there is a high chance that the heels would snap which might lead the him to a surprise visit to the hospital. Instead of insisting on his idea, though he knows he would defo rock those few inches if only they would fit him, he simply agreed with you. Still, he can’t let you walk with your feet in such immense pain. Then a light bulb lit up on the top of his head. Itto scooped you up your feet and decided it was best to carry you back home. He wouldn’t listen to you when you said to put him down. Besides he has you in his arms and that’s all that matters to him.

[azurem]

In one of your yappings (specifically in the pet names ones) during the honeymoon stage, you mentioned a new deal triggered between Ink and Nightmare. What does that entail? :O

gooodd question!!! :]] Let me yap a bit rq!

For that to be talked about, I'll contextualize more the initial deal made between Ink and Nightmare! It was made by Nightmare alone on conditions that couldn't be changed (though it wasn't like Ink wanted to change it, as it already fit him quite well)

The deal was that Ink could ask Nightmare for help defending neutral and negative leaning AUs, basically "borrowing" the gang whenever Error attacked and Ink felt overwhelmed/unable to fend off Error (since, in my verse, Ink wasn't able to attack as well as he could in his origins as a guardian cuz he was having trouble balancing his doses/couldn't quite figure out how to use his paints in an offensive mode effectively since he was going emotionless way quicker than usual cuz creativity was going low and didn't have the same effect range) in exchange of prioritizing those AUs versus those more positive leaning (he'd tend to them first no matter what). It also had a maximum of three strikes: if three "negativity cores" (AUs that gave Nightmare the more negativity) got destroyed, the deal was broken

This deal was born as a way of making Ink dependent on the gang itself/basically to groom Ink into making one of Nightmare's pawns in such a way he wouldn't say No to give him access to the positive leaning AUs (since Nightmare can't access them naturally)

The deal that was triggered at the end of the 3rd phase (approximately a month or more after the first kiss™) was proposed by Ink, though they both discussed what it entailed before saying yes.

The deal itself now is... kind of more simple? In resumen, it is "if you call me, I'll answer. If I call you, you'll answer". Whenever Ink needs help, he'll be able to call Nightmare to support, and whenever Nightmare needs Ink for something, he'll get there (though it cannot involve AU attacking directly. Oof) there's no strikes, though there's a limit that wasn't there before, it being that the gang cannot be called as often to defend (because it'd get suspicious)

The deal also has three clauses: secrecy, exclusivity and devotion

Secrecy means that they can't tell ANYONE the deal exists™. This wasn't part of the first deal, though the first deal was never known as not telling anyone was common sense. (especially for Ink, since he's the one that has more to lose if it ever gets discovered) This also includes a mandatory visit/seeing each other once every two weeks to "check if the secrecy has been lifted" (though they use it as an excuse to see each other and go on dates)

Exclusivity means that this deal cannot expand to include more people in case it ever gets discovered. They both can't treat other people the way they treat each other. They can answer other people's summons, but can't have deals of similar nature with them. (Basically a no-cheating-please)

Devotion is the most... Complex one? It took them some time to build it (especially since talking about it out loud was torturous for them both). It's "Don't deny the need to see the other at both their weakest and strongest", which roughly translates to "yes to cuddles, yes to kisses, yes to flirting", but fancier

[iliketangerines]

Can we get a part two for the behave like a good dog 🫢- i wanna see how the boys would be with a reader who’s pregnant with twins or triplets👀 like imagine the boys going from that rough state to being careful with reader because carrying and having more then one baby is a HUGE risk- like when she’s horny all they do is service her because they know they can’t be rough with her-

behave like a good dog pt.2

a/n: i gotchu cutie. sorry if this one isn't that smutty. i couldn't really think of anything :(

pairing: liu kang x afab!reader x kung lao

warnings: nsfw (MDNI), pregnancy kink, lactation kink, finger fucking, pussy eating, praise kink, blow jobs, hand jobs

it had been a few months since that night, and a lot had happened since then; Liu Kang had become a Fire God, and Lord Raiden was just Raiden, and Kronika was dead

and you were pregnant, but in the grand scheme of thing, being pregnant didn’t feel quite as large as the other two events

but Kung Lao and Liu Kang certainly treated it like the world was ending, bringing you snacks and water on your beck and call, rubbing your feet the second you sat down, and cuddling close to your stomach to feel the baby kick

or babies kick, it was twins, and you had never been so tired or horny in your life

your breasts had swelled with milk, your thighs had grown in width, and your hips had a layers of fat grown on top of them

you were in no condition to fight or train, and it frustrated you to no end and the frustration usually came as endless horniness

and who were Liu Kang and Kung Lao to deny you

which is why Liu Kang and you were inside a forgotten closet somewhere on the compound as you carefully kneeled on the ground and pawed at Liu Kang’s pants

you had pulled him into the space, needing to suck his cock, and Liu Kang wasn’t one to deny a treat like this

he pulls down his pants, and immediately you’re on him, sucking on the tip of his cock and licking from the base to the tip

he bites back a moan, trying to be quiet as you pay special attention to the vein on the side of his cock and bring one hand up to fondle his balls

you whine as you take his cock down your throat, wet gurgling sounds leaving your mouth as you pumped whatever couldn’t fit in your mouth

Liu Kang lets out strained grunts, trying not to buck his hips into your mouth as your eyes fill with tears, and you try to take him deeper into your mouth

you rub your own thighs together, trying to get some friction on your sensitive clit as you pump at Liu Kang’s dick

Liu Kang groans and puts a gentle hand into your hair, pulling you back, so you don’t choke on his cock, but you slap his hand away and take him down to the base

Liu Kang can’t help himself as his hips jerk into your throat, and you gag around his cock

but you stay down on him, tongue pressing into the bottom of his cock and hands flexing and squeezing his thick thighs

finally, you let off and bob your head up and down, moaning and whining around his dick as you rub your thighs together and cum all over your panties, clit sensitive and swollen

Liu Kang groans and cums into your mouth, and you eagerly swallow it all, but when he’s finished, you keep on sucking on his dick, forcing blood flow back into it

Liu Kang groans at the overstimulation as you continue to fuck him with your mouth

he pulls you off him, saying that he can’t, but you pout, whiny and teary saying that you need it, and Liu Kang can’t resist and lets you suck his cock

later that day, Liu Kang utterly spent and guiding you back to the bed, so you can properly lay down, he calls Kung Lao wishes him luck before passing him to you

Kung Lao smiles as he rubs your ankles, your feet, and your sore legs from kneeling in front of Liu Kang so much

he has a smug smirk as he lays on his stomach and takes off your pants and sits between your spreads legs

he presses kisses to the inside of your thighs, kissing the stretch marks and sucking hickeys into your legs

you whine as he holds onto your thighs, sucking on your clit before dipping his tongue down to fuck into your wet cunt

you whimper, gripping onto him as he flicks your clit with his tongue and slides two fingers into your pussy

he fucks you on his fingers, fingertips pressing intthat sweet spot, and you throw your head back and moan loudly as you cum all over his fingers

he detaches from your clit and smirks up at you, mocking you for cumming already, but you just whine and say you’re sensitive and to keep going please

he hums and says gladly, rutting into the mattress as he continues to fuck you on his deft fingers and suck on your clit

you come over and over again, head spinning and dizzy as Kung Lao continues to make you see stars

by the end of the day, you’re tire-out, appetite satiated for the day, and Kung Lao easily picks you up and brings you to the showers

he goes to leave to find Liu Kang to tell him to bring some water, but you grab onto his arms and beg him to stay

Kung Lao can’t resist and so just stays with you and helps you wash your hair as your eyes close at the soft massage of your scalp

he runs his hands over your breasts, your stomach, your legs, tracing the stretch marks and telling you how pretty you look like this, nice and swollen with their children

you blush and tell him to finish up, that you want to go to bed and cuddle up wit him and Liu Kang

Kung Lao chuckles but listens to your commands and finishes washing your hair as finish scrubbing down the rest of your body

after a few minutes, you settle into bed, and Liu Kang is already there with some water

you drink it happily and settle into bed, humming as their warm bodies come and cuddle up right next to you

Liu Kang looks up at you with pleading eyes and squeezes your breast softly, and you can feel milk leaking from the nipple

you sigh and roll your eyes, but you smile and he lifts up your shirt and happily sucks on your nipple, moaning at the taste of your milk filling his mouth

Kung Lao just traces the marks on your stomach, holding you close in his arms as he watches you slowly drift off to sleep

there’s not a place on earth you would rather be

[ilikekidsshows]

I remember years ago when Ladybug the episode airing, there's so many people called Tom and Sabine as a bad parents... for whatever reason, and I was one that keep saying they're a good parents. Now though... it make me wondering if they are really as good as I thought they were if Marinette turned out to be this bad.

I saw some people say the reason why Marinette turned to be this spoiled is because she has one child syndrome, but Adrien is one too and ironically he become a better person than Marinette ever be. And the only one child who become spoiled is Chloé and Felix whose parents is also way too doting that they let the kid do whatever.

Today I found out the term "Helicopter parenting" A helicopter parent (also called a cosseting parent or simply a cosseter) is a term for a parent who is overattentive and overly fearful of a child's experiences and problems, particularly outside the home and at educational institutions. And I feels like its something that Tom would do, especially in Weredad episode. He doesn't want Marinette to feel sad so he will create a situation where she won't be sad, emotion need to be fixed or prevented, which... Track with what Marinette's tend to do.

I know I shouldn't put pshycological aspect into a cartoon, let alone a toddler show, but it just fit. 😅

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The thing about discussing psychology when it comes to media isn't really about who the media is for, I think. The issue, as I see it, comes from using stereotypes of different conditions to classify characters in a negative way, regardless of what genre a piece of media belongs to. It's kinda how you would go about actually writing a story with these same themes: don't forget there are real people who deal with these things who won't appreciate being demonized or dehumanized, so treat the topic with compassion.

However, sometimes it can be useful for your self discovery to discuss whether or not a character fits similar categories as you yourself do. It can be a fun topic to discuss when it's done in a compassionate way. Sometimes small details just fit together way too well to not bring it up. Sometimes it can be good to be aware that the writers might be codifying their characters a certain way and what kinds of attitudes that codifying enforces.

Those people calling Marinette's problems "only child syndrome" when we can see her parents and their parenting techniques are definitely barking up the wrong tree. Only children aren't naturally spoiled, they might not be spoiled at all. But helicopter parents are common these days. A lot of modern parents are afraid of screwing up because we're more aware than ever of how parents can traumatize their kids, and that makes them easily veer into overprotective territory. I do agree with you that helicopter/cosseting parenting seems to be a far more fitting descriptor for what’s going on with Marinette.

Miraculous does often genuinely hit the nail on the head on what some types of parenting do to kids, which makes it so absolutely bonkers when they claim that it's not on purpose. It’s more likely that some of it was on purpose, but the writers then changed their minds about what they wanted to say about parenting. Like, Chloé’s issues get built up as being the result of being spoiled and neglected by her father and mother respectively, but then season five claims Chloé‘s just an evil hellspawn who was born that way.

The thing about Adrien is that his disposition also makes sense with his upbringing. His only friend growing up was Chloé, the epitome of a spoiled brat lashing out because she doesn’t get actual care from her parents, and sometimes Félix, another emotionally unskilled kid lashing out at others because he doesn’t have friends. Add to this Adrien’s emotionally immature father, who goes on a year-long magical rampage where he purposefully tramples on everyone else’s emotions in a misguided attempt to get his wife back with no consideration towards the son he also loves and who's actually still alive. Gabriel also doesn’t want to shield Adrien from disappointments, he often causes them and seems to have that attitude that it’s character-building.

But yeah, it makes sense that Adrien is emotionally astute, since his own emotional well-being relied on him developing the skills to work around the social bombs he grew up around. And then the series decided that, actually, Adrien being so attentive, often even to his own detriment, is a good thing because Marinette can benefit from it. Suddenly Gabriel’s behavior was claimed to not be abusive or emotionally damaging to Adrien at all and Félix is a caring cousin and a good guy. Considering there are still some throw-away lines in the post-retool episodes about how harmful Adrien’s fawning is to himself, it really seems like either there’s been a change in course or the writers disagreed on what the takeaway over Adrien’s family situation was supposed to be.

As for Marinette, ‘Weredad’ does, just as you pointed out, confirm Tom as an incredibly overprotective parent. I’ve also previously made a post about how Marinette exhibits a lot of signs of being an overly coddled child, which is the same thing as a child with cosseting/helicopter parents. Marinette can’t handle stress, because her parents don’t expect things from her, not wanting to pressure her. The one time her parents asked her to do anything for them in the show was handing off a cake to a customer in ‘Timebreaker’. The rest of the time Marinette seems to almost be a free-range child, with no mention of bedtimes or her parents expecting her to have her homework done. Marinette’s studies barely get mentioned, which is really weird for a middle school teen hero show where the characters spend a lot of time in school and classes. But Marinette’s parents are apparently completely unaware of what Marinette does with her day or what happens at school, outside of the letter/email they received in ‘Simon Says’ about Marinette’s repeated absences. Nobody keeps track of or expects anything from Marinette on a more casual level, so when things actually rely on her performance, she buckles under the pressure.

Marinette also can’t handle setbacks, because her parents refuse to voice out her failures and weaknesses so that she could accept them. In ‘Animaestro’, where Marinette starts badmouthing herself, her parents, instead of dealing with this self-deprecating attitude directly, insist she’s definitely not a klutz and totally gets to be a server. They also completely sideline her reason for wanting to be at the event because of this, which they know is to see Adrien. The instant Marinette’s lip starts wobbling, her parents will lie to make her feel better instead of discussing the situation with her. Basically, they treat her like she’s a toddler incapable of understanding that they have a responsibility to their client to not bring an untrained child to work as a server at a public media event with a lot of celebrities.

This lack of dealing with Marinette’s self-esteem problems is also related to Marinette’s past as a victim of Chloé’s bullying. Marinette’s parents are very unengaged with Marinette’s role as a victim; even when she gets expelled on what they think (rightly so) are false accusations, they leave things to the authorities and just tell Marinette she can work at the bakery. To a child, that preparation for the worst-case-scenario feels like the parents aren’t on her side at all. Of course, we don’t know if the parents are aware of the past bullying Marinette faced; even in ‘Origins’ they merely encouraged her to go to school and bring everyone pastries. In general, Marinette’s parents seem to know very little about her friend group (they think Sabrina is a close friend of Marinette’s in ‘Darkblade’) and social standing in addition to her daily activities, which lends credence to me deeming her a free-range child.

Marinette also can’t handle rejection, because her parents never deny her anything except for a single episode, ‘Simon Says’, where they told her she couldn’t go out with her friends until she stopped skipping class. They were incredibly gentle about this grounding too, and held each other's hands afterwards, like this was an incredibly difficult task they’d just completed, gently telling their teenaged daughter she had to stop skipping class for a week before she could be allowed out whenever she wanted again. Basically, it takes extreme circumstances for Marinette’s parents to give her any boundaries, and they clearly don’t like doing it, which explains perfectly why she has no boundaries when it comes to pursuing her attraction to Adrien.

The problem with all of this is that this should be a good ground for Marinette to grow from. This is a valuable topic to discuss. As I said earlier in the post, overprotective helicopter parents who are afraid that every single disappointment or setback will traumatize their child for life are a thing. As such, this is an important thing to teach to families and especially to kids who wouldn't understand what's going on in their lives unless someone brought it up. But this isn't what the show does, because the head of the showrunners is the most overprotective parent of them all for his fictional creation, so of course he isn't going to criticize himself.

[eunxhan]

❝ A burden weighed heavy upon both their hearts, forging a bond neither could escape. ❞

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Ꮺ 💧 Requested ⨾ Hi Hi ♡♡! I would like to request a Ticci Toby fanfic, with a male reader who would be a friend of Toby's before he started homeschooling, and they ended up meeting again years later, when Toby was already a proxy. Like, Toby and the reader had been friends for a long time, but when the whole incident occurred the reader didn't hear from Toby anymore and thought he was dead, until they meet again!

I wish it was something platonic, I'm dying for just platonic comfort with this man. ૮꒰ྀི ᴗ͈ ˕ ᴗ͈ ꒱ྀིა I would also like to say that I love your writing and the whole aesthetic of your profile, it is so good to look at, and your writing is so good and consistent, I hope you are having a great night/day!! (feel free not to write if you don't like it!!) ♡꒰ ´ ` ഒ

Ꮺ Eun Replied ⨾ Hello, I adore your idea! I barely write for platonic and I'm so happy that I finally have a reason to write one— Although I made this fluff with angst at the end and I hope this is to your liking. Thank you also, I tried making my page organized and easy to find my works ^^ I may.. Or may not go overload with the back story yet I'm still not happy with what I came up with.

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Ꮺ Disclaimer — FLUFF, ANGST. UNHEALTHY FRIENDSHIP.

Reader & Genre ⨾ MALE!RDR. HE/HIM/HIS. PLATONIC.

Words used ⨾ 2,318 words 12,781 characters

Character ⨾ TOBIAS ERIN ROGERS. (TICCI TOBY)

Art Credits ⨾ @/6raveyardbat

Ꮺ Links ⨾ My Navigation and Mandates

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6-7 YEARS OLD —

Toby's life had always been filled with challenges, especially when it came to his health. He had always been prone to uncontrollable tics and twitches, which made it difficult for him to fit in with other children. He was often teased and ridiculed for his condition, and it made him feel like a social outcast. It wasn't until [M/N] came into his life that he finally found someone who he could connect with. [M/N] was kind, generous, and compassionate, in his eyes.

When the two boys first met, Toby was like a kitten abandoned under the rain and misunderstood in class. He had a condition that caused him to uncontrollably tic and twitch, and the other children at school bullied him endlessly. But something in [M/N] felt like he wants to take care of him, he saw the good in Toby and became 'friends' with him, even when it meant being bullied by others themselves. Although, it was hard to approach Toby. He looks at him as if he was prey, as if he wanted to do something to him but eventually he manage to get in Toby's side.

Toby was not nice or empathetic at all, he doesn't really understand why [M/N] get hurt when he said something so offensive and insulting. He doesn't understand why [M/N] cries when he slaps him. He was being treated like this, Why can't [M/N] handle it like he does?

11-12 YEARS OLD —

Toby was aware of how other kids treated [M/N], he was vulnerable and yet something in him snapped when a kid touched [M/N]. A kid that isn't him. Leading him to doing something awful. Yet [M/N] makes up excuses to find a reason why Toby had done that, as if he doesn't want to see the real Toby.

For as long as they could remember, [M/N] and Toby had shared a close bond. They had been each other's constant companions since the days of elementary school, and despite Toby's medical condition, [M/N] had never let that stop him from being a true friend. Although their homes were separated by only a few blocks, before and after school, he was right Infront of Toby's window. [M/N] would often make the trek to be with Toby. They would often spend their weekends or even some weekdays after school together, enjoying one another's company. Sometimes, they would talk for hours on end, always finding a way to have their conversation even when they were physically apart. [M/N] would find a spot where he could view Toby's window, and they would talk with each other just by using a pen and paper. Despite their limited means of communication, they never cared how long they spoke, for they knew that their bond was unbreakable.

This friendship has now become a testament of true friendship, not only to Toby and [M/N] themselves, but to everyone who has witnessed their journey. Though everything isn't always happy, this leads him to feeding his delusions, like he was making up scenarios about the both of them. Toby thinking if they keep being like this, nothing will come to them.

[M/N] had always been aware of the hardships that Toby faced in his home life. He knew that his father was an alcoholic and often took his frustrations out on the rest of the family. Toby would rarely talk about what went on in his home, but [M/N] knew that it couldn't have been easy for him. When Toby was caught talking to him, [M/N] was enraged at the unfairness. The fact that Toby was punished by his father and prevented from going to school for a week because of something so simple and innocent was unacceptable. It only served to further solidify [M/N] determination to stand by Toby and support him through thick and thin, no matter how difficult it might be.

[M/N] had always been a gentle presence in Toby's life, always reminding him to take care of himself. He would often check up on Toby to make sure he was eating enough, and would gently remind him to avoid bad habits like chewing his inside cheeks or not taking care of himself. His acts of kindness and compassion were never ceasing, and they often helped keep Toby on the right track.

Toby's mother is grateful to have [M/N] in her son's life yet also afraid about what would happen to him. She know her son well enough, the episodes, the outbursts, she knew. A pure boy like [M/N], Toby will just suck that out of him. For His Sister Lyra? She was overjoyed, she sees you almost everyday outside just to talk to Toby and she covers you up whenever their dad spot you. She talks to you sometimes outside, she was so happy to see you everytime.

However, when [M/N] 's guardian finally found out about him getting bullied for protecting Toby, things took a turn for the worst. It wasn't the first time they heard him getting bullied, none of the teachers were doing anything. His guardian made it clear that they did not approve of their friendship and told [M/N] to avoid Toby at all costs to the point they're moving out. [M/N] , heartbroken and throwing a fit, could not help but feel devastated at the thought of losing his only friend and constant companion.

The news that Toby was being placed in homeschooling only served to amplify his sadness, forcing him to come to terms with the possibility of not seeing his dear friend ever again, it was the final nail in the coffin - [M/N] was devastated knowing he was losing the one person who had always been there for him.

Toby's reaction to his mother's decision to put him in homeschooling is both one of anger and confusion. On one hand, he may view homeschooling as a relief from the bullying he was facing at school, but he was frustrated that he was being separated from his closest friend, [M/N]. Why would she let him get away from [M/N].. He was doing so fine with him? What Toby doesn't see, [M/N] was also suffering from the bullying he was receiving just by Toby's condition getting worse would likely result in him feeling less capable of handling everyday life, which may impact his overall mood and emotions. As such, his reaction could be interpreted as feeling overwhelmed or even hopeless, as he may feel alone and without proper support in such a challenging time..

But as the days turned into weeks and weeks into months, [M/N] started to lose hope. He couldn't shake the feeling that something had happened to Toby, but he didn't know what. And the thought that he might never see his best friend again was too painful to bear.

17 YEARS OLD —

[M/N] was consumed by guilt and regret; it had been weeks even months since he last spoke to Toby, and he couldn't help but wonder if the worst had happened. No matter how hard he tries to communicate, he had nothing. He even thinks Toby was dead. The thought of losing his best friend, the person who had always been there for him through thick and thin, was unbearable, and he couldn't shake the feeling that he was somehow at fault.

Right when [M/N] hears the news about the car accident, he felt his heart drop down to his stomach. A combination of shock, worry, and grief. His immediate concern will be for the safety and well-being of Toby and his sister, and he want to know more details about the accident as soon as possible but [M/N] 's guardian never let him be close to the Rogers'.

It was like everything happened in just a second. This tragic series of events would understandably leaving the poor guy feeling a wide range of emotions - shock, distress, and a deep sense of loss. The death of Toby's father.. And two weeks later, there was few missing or injured teens and one of the suspects was Toby? He was being consumed by worry for Toby's safety and well-being, and the thought of him being controlled by something unknown would further enhance his sense of helplessness and fear.

But something in him had hope, Toby was still alive.

18-19 YEARS OLD —

He decided to take action. He dug through every news article and police report he could find, searching for any sign of Toby's whereabouts. He scoured the streets, asking anyone and everyone if they had seen him, but there was no trace.

With nothing to go on, [M/N] decided to take the search into his own hands, even if it meant putting himself at risk. He scoured the woods and forests, calling out for Toby's name, hoping against hope that he would hear a reply.

And that was it, He saw Toby.. [M/N] was devastated to see what Toby had become. The boy who he had once known as his best friend was now a monster with a thirst for murder, a proxy for some unknown force. But [M/N] refused to give up on Toby - he knew that somewhere deep down, there was still a glimmer of the friend he had once known.

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The brisk air bites at his face as leaves crunch underneath. Hearing random noises that animals makes, cold wind hits his face. Snaps. he heard, making him turn to the direction where he heard the branch snaps. He sees a man around 5'6, with an old hatchet. [M/N] stumbled upon Toby in the dense forest, a wave of confusion washed over him. His pale face is covered by goggles and a mouthguard, a bit of brunette hair visible that made [M/N] question if that was Toby or not. He had known Toby from a previous life, a time when they were friends, sharing laughter and memories that seemed like a distant memory. Now, however, Toby was a changed man, his once-cheerful demeanor replaced by a cold, calculating gaze.

Toby's eyes widened at the sight of the [M/N], he tried to conceal his emotions. He didn't want the [M/N] to see him in this state, as a proxy and a killer. He truly didn't want to see the man now, after all he have done to run away and escape. Bitterness bubbled in his chest as he remembered the [M/N] departure, the weight of betrayal still heavy on his heart.

"Toby," the [M/N] was cut off by Toby. "W-Why are you here?!" He yelled, making the other flinch. "I was looking for you! You disappeared, and after seeing the news.. I-.. I—" Toby's eyes blazed with anger, his voice rasping as he replied, "Mmm-me?! You left me in the dust, [N/N]. You chose to walk away, and now I'm stuck in this hellhole, killl—ling for my survival."

[M/N] and Toby stared at each other, the weight of their history hung heavy in the air. [M/N] 's heart ached at the sight of his former friend, his thoughts racing as he tried to piece together the events that led to this moment. He can't even walk closer, Toby isn't the same anymore. Not with a hatchet on his hand.

"Your face..." The boy whispered, his eyes widening as he took in Toby's gruesome visage. Blood caked his features, and his eyes held a haunted look that seemed to go beyond the physical damage.

Toby voice shook with anger and desperation, "Sta—y back! You don't want to see this!"

[M/N] hesitated, his gut churning as he considered the offer to help. The police were the last thing Toby needed, and he knew that his own involvement could have severe repercussions. "I... I won't tell anyone," he promised, taking a step forward. "We can leave this place and find a way to fix it. Whatever happened, we can get through it together."

But Toby response was immediate, his hatchet raised in warning. The brunette faltered, his heart pounding in his chest. He could see the fear in Ticci's eyes, a fear that was palpable and all-consuming. "You don't understand," Toby whispered hoarsely, his voice cracking with emotion.

Toby was angry, confused, frustrated. He wants [M/N] out of here, he was angry because of him going to such a dangerous place like here. He would never ever want to see the boy be trapped like he was. "Please, Toby," [M/N] pleaded, his voice trembling with compassion. "I'm here to help you. We can run, and I'll do whatever it takes to keep you safe. Just put the hatchet down, and we can figure this out together. We can go back."

"Do nnnot bring the past!" Toby's eyes searched the young man's face, his own filled with doubt and uncertainty. He could see the sincerity in the other boy's gaze, a shimmer of hope that pierced through the darkness clouding his mind. "I don't need—need to go, All I want is you to get out of here!" he snapped again, his voice cracking. He hated this feeling, it was a long time that he felt something like this again.

"I can't leave you here, Tobias ," [M/N] insisted, his voice filled with determination. "I owe you that much."

Toby's eyes hardened, hearing that name made his blood boil. his voice sharp as he retorted, "Don't you see? This is why you must leave! I can't let you get hurt because of me!— if the others se—es you— they'll —"

"Others?" [M/N] spoke, his heart aching at Toby's words. Who's them? There's more? Toby is with them? He wanted to help, to make things right for the man who had once been his friend. But he also understood the pain that drove Toby, the fear that had taken root in his heart.

"Who's them..? ," he said softly, stepping back.

To be continued...

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Ꮺ ⨾ I DO NOT CONSENT TO MY WORK BEING COPIED OR TRANSLATED.

[sserpente]

A/N: Billy Hargrove and a mistletoe. There was no way I wasn’t going to write this.

Words: 1014 Warnings: mentions of bullying

The way to the kitchen was blocked. Well, not really. But there was someone leaning against the threshold that you, under all possible circumstances, whatsoever, were keen to avoid.

All you wanted was some more mulled wine. You’d need an awful lot more in order to get drunk on the hot beverage but you were determined and you were thirsty.

So get it together. High school is over! Mentally slapping yourself, you shook your head and fought yourself a way through the partying crowd in the hallway. Push past, don’t look him in the eye, ignore him, pretend you didn’t see him… it should have been easy. With your heart in your mouth, you turned sideways to fit through the door—a significantly hard task when two people were casually conversing right in its middle—until you were stopped by a strong arm stopping you from entering the kitchen like a bloody human barrier.

“Whoops.”

The nagging feeling in the pit of your stomach only intensified when he spoke up. He was taller than you, of course, looking down at you with an amused expression on his face. His outfit… not only was it unsuitable for the current weather conditions but also direly inappropriate for a Christmas party. And who wore a leather jacket without a shirt on anyway? And why did he have to be so shredded? You knew he worked out but Jesus H. Christ… up close, that six-pack looked even more defined. Why was it always the arseholes who were this attractive? Why couldn’t it be the nice guy next door, the one who took your mail in when you weren’t home?

No, it had to be Billy fucking Hargrove, your own personal high school bully who’d tried to make your life a living hell. Well… more or less. In fact, you were pretty certain he was the very reason you were still single. If Billy Hargrove told you not to date a girl… you didn’t. That’s just how Hawkins worked since the fucker moved here from sunny California.

“Let me through, Billy.”

“You didn’t follow the rules.”

You rolled your eyes. You had no idea what he was on about but you were already getting annoyed. Should have climbed through the bloody window instead.

“Seriously, all I want is some mulled wine. I won’t let my festive mood be spoiled today, least of all by my school bully.”

“Are you kidding me?” He added your name at the end, making you swallow. He never used your name. It’d only ever been nicknames—teasing nicknames that’d had you seethe. “I wasn’t bullying you.”

“Of course not. What else would you call it then, huh?”

“What, are you that daft? I wanted to get with you so bad the whole fucking school knew.”

You blinked. “Excuse me?”

“Oh yeah. You embarrassed me quite a bit, doll. You were the only girl at school who resisted my charms.”

“Charms is a strong word.” You didn’t believe him. Not a word. Or did you? You bit your lower lip. You’d seen him bully others. He’d gotten into physical fights more often than you could count. He’d never… insulted you either, just… teased you relentlessly? The closest you’d come to a physical attack had been when he’d knocked your books from your hands on Halloween. Come to think of it, he’d said the exact same word he’d said to you just now back then when—

“Whoops.” Billy’s shit-eating grin grew wider when you tried to slip past him again. Without any effort whatsoever, his arm came up to block your way yet again no matter how hard you pushed against him.

“Whatever. Should have treated me nicer then… if that was true.” But part of you couldn’t help but wonder… if it was. You thrust forward yet again, eager to escape the situation.

“A-ah. I’m afraid you’re still gonna have to follow the rules, doll.”

“What rules?” you spat, refraining from rolling your eyes at him. Billy smirked with his mouth slightly open, his gaze travelling up above your head. A fucking mistletoe. Of course.

“After all, it’s Christmas.”

“Absolutely not.”

“Why?” He grinned. “Are you afraid it could be…”—he leaned in closer, lowering his voice—“…good?”

“I have absolutely no desire—and I mean no desire—to kiss you.” And that was a fucking lie. You’d wondered often enough if he really was as good as the girls whispering about his many talents in the bedroom said he was.

He didn’t listen to you anyway because before you could turn away and flee, his lips were on yours. It wasn’t just a quick peck. Hell, you couldn’t pull away even if you wanted to. Billy wrapped his arms around you in an instant, his palms resting on your hips dangerously close to your bum, keeping you close. Much to your dismay… your eyes fell shut. The sucker knew what he was doing—and he made it so easy for you to kiss him back.

It was a combination of the cheering that got loud around you with a start and his tongue that teasingly slid against your bottom lip that made you break the kiss before it could escalate.

“Looks like she wasn’t immune to your charms, after all, Hargrove!”

You raised an eyebrow, bending back to create some distance between you. “You’re gonna have to do an awful lot more than kiss me underneath the mistletoe if you want to convince me.”

Billy grinned. “Shall we say eight, then? Tomorrow? There’s a nice restaurant just outside of Hawkins I’m sure you’ll love.”

You considered it for a moment. What could possibly go wrong? A, this could be a terrible prank. B, he could kidnap you and chop you to pieces in the woods, or C… he meant it. You sighed.

“Fine. Don’t make me regret this.”

“That’s what I’m talking about, baby. Wear something pretty. I’ll come pick you up.”

“Uh-huh.” You pushed past him again and this time, he let you through. Yeah. You definitely needed more mulled wine after this.

[balanceoflightanddark]

From a Passion into a Weapon

If one were to find how firebending got corrupted in the Fire Nation, how it was turned from one's identity into just another weapon, I'd start with Azula.

One of the core aspects of Azula's character is her firebending, and not just because it's blue and unique to her. To be more accurate, it's one of the few things that she's really passionate about that isn't initially related to Ozai and the Fire Nation as a whole. And we can see this whenever she trains. Like how in the demonstration for Fire Lord Azulon she's really into it. How she closes her eyes and lets the movements guide her and whatnot.

We see this again when she practices lightning bending, something that Iroh claims you need a mind at peace in order to accomplish. Which is what we see: she's calm, she's focused, she's into it. She wouldn't be able to generate lightning if she were angry, enraged, or drawing from pure emotion like most other firebenders.

Azula doesn't just see her firebending as a weapon. For all her problems, it feels like firebending at least gives her a peace of mind. And it's probably one of the few things she more than likely enjoys just for the sake of it as well as using it offensively.

It's also where the problems start.

The Fire Nation during the war was HIGHLY militaristic. Essentially, everyone was expected to give their all for the war effort and their whole society was structured around violence and competition. Those who dominated were fit to lead, while those who weren't were sent to the meatgrinder. A lesson Azula more than likely learned when it was burned onto Zuko's face.

Suddenly, that passion for firebending wasn't just for the sake of firebending. In conditions like that, it could be the right tool to keep yourself on top. It's not like seeing firebending as nothing but a weapon was a concept alien to Azula: her father was Ozai after all, and he saw almost everything as a piece or tool. In fact, he was the one who called her a prodigy. So if that's the case, I think it wouldn't be too much of a stretch for Ozai to encourage Azula's competitiveness and turn her love for firebending into an obsession to win at all costs. How nothing less than victory was acceptable in his eyes.

And Azula DOES have an obsession with winning. She treated a game of volleyball like it was a military operation. That doesn't just come from nowhere, it would've been a perfect conditioning if you want a loyal and deadly servant.

The ultimate tragedy is that Azula's love for firebending was twisted into a need to win. Since in the Fire Nation, winning was the difference between getting on the Fire Lord's good side, or being thrown to the wolves.

And ultimately there's only so much time until you do inevitably get handed a loss.

[adoresmiles]

His Concealed Obsession.

Chapter six

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"Uncle Marcus!!"

"There's my second baby girl, congratulations!"

"Mahalo iā ʻoe, hauʻoli wau i ka ʻike oe."

"Aloha and right back at ya baby girl."

"Look at you getting better with your island lingo. I'm proud of you, keep it up uncle Marcus."

"Thanks to good translation and your brother. He be talking y'all native languages all the time."

"Well I'm glad you are learning , I'm always down to give you some tutor lessons."

"How much you about to charge a brother?"

"$160 but with a discount for being my uncle."

"A damn shame , you just like your damn daddy. Somewhere in that island bloodline of yours the hint of black is there."

"Oh Marcus , don't be over talking her head off. Nani it's so good to see you!"

"It's so good to see you as well auntie. Thank you for joining us this afternoon . I know you rather be back at home under your air conditioning."

"Aw baby, anything that deals with you and your brothers I'm always there for support. I'm so proud of you and your accomplishments."

"I tell her all the time how much she is like her mother and grandmothers."

"Yeah well I think you did a pretty good job with choosing the right woman to marry."

"He did because let me tell you, the last one he was with was such a bitch."

"You do realize that Jaxon mother is here as well."

"Kanani isn't her daughter , I'm confused on why she's here in the first place when it's not her child Hondo."

"Did he just call you Hondo?"

"It's my nickname they given to me on swat. Also I invited her because we are a blended family. Storm and her get along well and she practically watched her grow up."

"Well I think that is very considerate of you. She been in Nani life just as much Marcus and I have ."

"Thank you Theresa ,Kanani how about yo-"

"There goes my favorite sister!"

"I'm your only sister Jaxon."

"Yeah well sometimes I feel like I have three."

"Well you always told me that I have three personalities.Where is my sweet nephew at? Keith brought Coco with him and you know he loves her."

"You just answered your own question, Lo and him are playing with her right now."

"Oh I got to go see my baby, I catch up with you all before I leave."

I placed a fake smile on my face and waved a quick bye to the small group and made my way over to my sister in law and nephew.

"Auntie Nani bear!"

"Well if it isn't my favorite little human. Gosh you gotten so big! I feel like if you keep growing you are going to outgrow me soon."

"He is going to take his height after your side of the family for sure. I had to buy him an entire new car seat this morning because he can no longer fit the other one anymore."

"Oh wow , he's going to be so much taller than me.  Have Jax start teaching him any Spanish yet?"

"For the most part Jax does but it's mostly simple catch phrases. This morning after my workout , I had caught Jax and your dad trying to teach him how to salsa."

"Sounds about right , dad tried teaching coco how to do the salsa one day and it didn't end well."

"Got to love your dad and his crazy antics. Speaking of your father , what's going on between you guys?"

"What do you mean?"

"Come on Nani, there's so much tension between you, dad and your brothers."

"It's nothing worth bringing up again."

"That is completely bull shit and you know it. I overheard your dad telling Jax about how you feel that KP and yourself are being treated differently from him."

"I don't speak on the past, therefore leave it where it needs to be Lauren."

"No , because my sister in law is sitting here all sad and shit. You couldn't even look at Jax and let alone your own father."

"Well shit happens and it's life."

"Listen what you said was completely true about your father. Your father does have some issues that he needs to workout within himself. I even told your brother that as well. Hell your mother and I even talked about the situation before you got over here."

"Damn you guys are really in my business."

"Well not necessarily, your father came to your brother about it and when he left your brother came to me about it."

"So basically you overheard the conversation and Jax told you how he felt about it?"

"Yes , you known me for the longest to know that I don't get in your guys business unless one of you come to me about it. Which is also rare as well ."

"I love my dad but the unfair treatment is getting worse as time passes. Everything I do , he questions and I don't like being questioned let alone being told what to do. This is my life and everyone is just in it. I run it how I want and it seems as if I do that then I'm doing shit wrong."

"Trust me when I say this, I know how you feel. Maybe you should talk with Jaxon as well?"

"Why would I do that? Whenever KP and I go to him about a situation that involves our father he is on his side. Even when he's wrong , your husband is on his side. Yes I get he's dad first born and his right hand man and all but damn. There's a sibling code that he should follow too!"

"What sibling code should I be following ?"

"Oh my gosh, I'm not going to do this right now."

"Nah , don't walk away. You were comfortable with ranting to dad about some fake story that you got in your head of yours. So go ahead and speak your mind now. I'm right here."

"Let's not get all hostile right now , there's a time and place for everything and right now isn't the time. It's your sister day and our son is in front of us."

"This doesn't concern you at all Lauren ."

"You need to check yourself."

"I'm not going to stand here and go back forth with your ass Jaxon. I am in a good mood and I'm not going to let you nor anyone else ruin that for me. So if you excuse me I'm going go and speak with my guest."

"You always runn-"

"It's called being mature Jaxson , which is clearly something you have no experience with. As I stated before today is about me and I only want to be surround with positive energy today . If you are not going to be negative Nancy then leave. Lauren and your son will be driven home by one of us and a plate will be delivered with her as well. The choice is yours bookie."

"Aye y'all two cut it out! Jaxon chill the hell out man , today ain't the day. If you wanted to speak on the situation then you should have did it before the cookout started."

"Exactly why I said there's a time and place for everything! But your stupid ass brother felt the need to speak on the situation."

"Well if you wasn't talking shit about me to my wife then we wouldn't have been in this situation."

"Nobody was talking shit about you Jaxon. I was telling her how I felt and she was being a listening ear to me . Just like you always do , you came at the end of the conversation and take whatever you heard out it and turn it into about you. New flash Jax , this isn't about you! Let go of me KP , I'm not going to hit him."

"When you say that , a shoe is always getting thrown immediately afterwards. Jaxon , this isn't the time to have that conversation right now . Like Nani said there's a time and place for everything . You could have called her and talked it out prior of the cookout today. Let's not take this day from our sister and make it about us . Today is her day and we celebrating her accomplishment."

"Of course you're going to take her side. Everyone takes the brat side when she knows her ass is wrong for speaking on me."

"Do you hear yourself ? Nobody is taking sides. You know what ? You got it , we ain't about to go back and forth with a grown ass man who can't comprehend for shit. Nani let's go , Rita and Kelly been looking for you."

"Find me later Nani,  so we can finish catching up ."

I nodded my head to her signaling that I was agreeing to catch up with later on. Taking a glance at my eldest brother , who was avoid to make eye contact with me. I rolled my eyes and turned to walk away with KP next to me. As Keith and I were walking away , I could hear Lauren cursing at Jaxon. Which she hardly ever did especially out in the public eye. But in this case, he deserved it.

“Sometimes I wonder how the hell we end up being his younger siblings.”

“Dad was a player back in the day just like uncle Mike . We were bound to be each other siblings , he was just born with his parents fucked up ways.”

“No bull shit Nani , he got her victim card. Manipulating ass winch . But let’s stop talking about them before he try to say anything else.”

“You right and thank you for backing me up.”

“Aye that’s what I’m suppose to , we’re blood . We ain’t suppose to go against each other . Right or wrong ima back you up and then correct you when nobody is around. It should be the same on your end as well.”

“Don’t worry it is , now let’s go see Kelly and Rita before the- is that Darius ? I’ll be back, I got to go handle some business.”

Translation

Mahalo iā ʻoe, hauʻoli nui wau e ʻike iā ʻoe : Thank you , I'm so glad to see you.

Aloha : Hi

[septembriseur]

The other day I was talking to a friend who's a Muslim activist, and I made the connection between Amitav Ghosh's analysis of the climate crisis and my feelings about the genocide in Gaza and, more broadly, to the enforcement and regulation of inequality in our current moment. Ghosh refers to the way that we are living in the climate crisis as "the great derangement." There is a kind of collective madness, he argues, in the fact that we all know that climate change is happening and why it is happening and that every day we contribute to it happening, and yet at the same time climate change appears almost nowhere in our culture. We don't talk about it. We don't engage with it. Engaging it with would mean acknowledging that the premises on which our society is built are false and unsustainable. And the genocide in Gaza functions in a similar way: we know that it is happening and yet we don't talk about it or engage with it because it exposes the falseness and unsustainability of the premises of our society (premises that in this case include human rights).

I think that a lot of the things that Ghosh says illuminate how these two derangements are actually the same derangement, the derangement of what people in the environmental humanities have started calling the plantationocene. This has to do with a world ecology that sustains a hegemonic elite (and Eurocentric) modernity through the breakdown and (re)circulation of everything that is deemed to belong to the non- or subhuman. The world of the plantationocene is one that has always been defined by the ability of hegemonic power to treat both ("sub")human and nonhuman populations as interchangeable resources that can be deployed whenever and wherever they are most profitable to hegemonic powers: vide the relocation of African slaves and South Asian laborers, the disastrous ecological reshapings of colonized territories to better produce an elite European modernity.

To challenge what is happening in Gaza requires a challenge to several key principles of this world: that hegemonic elite modernity (which Israel has always formed a part of, as one can easily see by glancing at attempts to define the "Global North") has the right to regulate populations as it sees fit; that this regulation of populations is right because the sub-/nonhuman does not possess an unquantifiable wholeness that can be damaged or destroyed through civil destruction and forced relocation (i.e. it makes no difference to resettle indigenous peoples of the Americas or to transport South Asian laborers to islands halfway around the world, because their interchangeability means that nothing important is lost in the process— no more than transporting a plant to a different continent entails a loss or damage to the plant or botanical world); that the sub-/nonhuman exists as a resource to fuel, produce, and sustain hegemonic elite modernity, and can be simply wiped out if it becomes inconvenient or counterproductive to that modernity.

If you start to pursue these ideas, you realize that the genocide in Gaza is enmeshed in the "border crisis" and "refugee crisis" in Europe and the U.S.; you realize that all of these are enmeshed in your ability to walk into a superstore and purchase cheap consumer goods produced and assembled under inhuman conditions; it is enmeshed in everything you touch. And it becomes so overwhelming that you simply do not know how to think about it, because the suffering and the culpability for the suffering become so vast.

But we cannot let ourselves perpetuate this derangement. We have to look straight at the fact that it is absolutely insane that Gaza is no longer even the top headline on news sites. It is absolutely insane that Americans and Europeans (and even some Israelis!) can walk around and go through their days and not think about it at all. It is absolutely insane that we know what is happening and don't act. And I think that a lot of what Ghosh writes in The Great Derangement about the nature of contemporary politics explains why we don't act— but we have to live in the dissonance and tension of how absolutely insane it is that we don't act. We can't let the derangement trap us inside of it.

[marinettesaltprompts]

May I offer another deconstruction of a Maribat trope? More specifically the one where a Batboy comes to Dupont, immediately hits it off with Mari & helps expose/ruin everyone and they live happily ever after!

You can't tell me they wouldn't take (1) look at Gabe & immediately have him as a prime suspect. Thus, maybe Tim, Jason, Dick or Damian goes for 'study overseas' & Gabriel graciously offer to let them stay with him for the business connections.

Cue them also immediately picking up on the rancid vibes of Lila, Bustier, Damocles BUT ALSO Marinette bcz surprise! They know how to spot a stalker! They also know how to remain objective & actually investigate. They point out to Adrien that the high road approach is wrong but still take into account that (1) his upbringing conditioned him to be passive & (2) Mari didn't tell him abt the threats and from what they've seen, Adrien definitely would've have let that slide.

And no, they don't bring Mari into the fold bcz they overheard her complaining to Alya abt Adrien's sudden divergence from the private schedule she somehow got her hands on? How she was going to sabotage a random girl for winking at Adrien teasingly?? How they're gonna have a family & hamsters??? And how she expects everyone to listen to her bcz she's their 'Everyday LB'???

Yeah, no. And if they find out she's the actual LB, still NO.

Bcz they see how much of a mess everything is. How she keeps CN out of the loop, expecting him to be the distraction, the goofy sidekick & meatshield. How that applies to the rest of her 'team' who aren't given consistent training. How she makes herself the lynchpin for everything.

More importantly, they see how underutilized CN is. So they take him under their wing in & out of the mask. Experimenting with his Cataclysm & enhanced senses, showing him the darker nitty-gritty places where the downtrodden go to be forgotten, how to act instead of react & assert himself in ways that matter. CN gains popularity as others note how proactive he is in stopping pettier crimes outside of akumas, how he takes the trouble to visit past victims & lend them an ear, etc.

How he & the other vigilante work even better than him & LB.

Naturally, she throws a fit, thinking they're trying to 'undermine' her. Nevermind that they've made more progress in the past month than she ever did in almost 2 years. When she tries to demand CN hand over his miraculous, he refuses, done with her bossiness, & she declares him a 'traitor'.

Cue Mari getting a restraining order & more blogs pointing out the unfair power dynamic of the hero duo. In the end, HM isn't even defeated with a bang but a whimper as CN & the Batboy knock Gabe out before he transforms, send evidence to the police and leave. LB is now left alone to explain to Paris what happened & deal with the fact that they now think she's either incompetent or a glory hound who purposely didn't do her job to milk the attention while Marinette is ALSO blamed for the fallout at Dupont bcz she's as complicit as the rest of them.

CN & Adrien disappear from Paris and maybe the Teen Titans gain a new member. One who's treated as an equal, a friend & after a while, family.

(Idk, for some reason, him joining the Titans sounds more plausible than the Batfam. Thoughts?)

I definetely think the Titans would be a better group for Adrien in terms of social growth because of the variety of people in that group, but the Batfamily is definetely a close second. It doesn't hurt that he's the closest thing to a Batfamily character outside of the costume (we'll just say that he's Selina's nephew ;) )

Lovely post btw!