#let´s destroy this shitty place

[reidslovely]

Coffee (It's Never Just That)

A/N: I'm back-ish. I'm gonna be slow in putting things out, but I want to write things I want and not feel like I'm trapped in my block. So baby steps.

Pairing: Peter Parker x Fem!Reader

Synopsis: Two ex-lovers can't have enough of each other until the game of love absolutely destroys them.

Warnings: Poorly written smut to represent the complicated relationship (18+). No happy ending.

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Staring at the screen felt like a stab to the chest. What could one say?

P. Parker: Saw you today- coffee?

Her fingers hovered over the keyboard as she thought out a response. But with Peter it was never just that easy. The first time was supposed to be the only time it happened. But again, it was never just that easy. 

It was the Italian place down the street from Mary-Anne’s, the shitty dive bar she and Peter spent most of their college nights at. The invite was a shock, considering the two hadn’t spoken since their breakup at graduation. Nothing could feel as strange as accepting the invite to the place where she first met his aunt. If she closed her eyes tight enough she could have sworn May was to her right and Peter right in front of her. The three of them laughing over some joke she couldn’t quite pull from the memory. 

Hard cut to the Peter in front of her now. 

He looked different from the bleached blonde skater she fell in love with. His natural brown hair was grown out and styled perfectly, he had traded his geeky science shirts and band hoodies for a dark sports coat and blue sweater. The Peter who sat in front of her now was a science teacher, and the girl who sat in front of him was still in love with every version of him. 

“I always liked when you wore your glasses.” She muttered, tilting her head to the side slowly. 

Peter’s cheeks flushed a dark red, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose. She chuckled in response not realizing she’d so rudely cut him off from his ramble with her compliment. 

“I know you did..” His eyes scanned over her in a way that made her feel naked. Something sinister creeped into Peter’s smile as he spoke. “I always loved that dress on you.”

Her hands dropped nervously into her lap soothing out the wrinkled fabric. Subconsciously, they both knew what they were doing here. 

That’s why, when her dress hit the hardwood floor in his midtown apartment she wasn’t shocked. It felt like old times, hands fitting into curves and each other's hair just like it used to. Soft whines and pleas for him to ‘stay right there’ as he buried himself inside her. Her legs wrapped around his hips holding him in place, Peter’s breath fanning her face as he lowered his face to hers, lips interlocking, as his hands held her legs in place nesting himself at her cervix as he spilled himself into her. 

And just like old times, when it was done and over with she clung to him, like holding onto her favorite memory. Foolishly, she was too trusting in falling asleep, because when she woke up he was gone. Police sirens and a breeze from the open window warming the empty spot in the bed- she rolled over falling back asleep knowing that this would always happen.

But, it wasn’t the last time it would happen. She couldn’t tell if she was happy about that or not. It was all curiosities fault that she texted him back a second time to meet up. 

Pete: Let’s go to the park? Sit and talk about it?

Curiosity responded with a bit too enthusiastic of a  yes now that she was looking back on it. 

She couldn’t be too hard on herself, anyone would have done the same for the guy they’d never fallen out of love with. So, she sat cross legged on a wooden bench in the front of the water fountain. She thought it would be silly for her to toss a quarter in trade for a wish- she always heard that was better than any penny. But not even that would change…this. Her head jolted up quickly as she noticed him approaching. She dressed casually this time, and swore to herself that no matter what he says she’s not following him home like a lovesick puppy- he is not hers. 

“I’m sorry I left like that.” 

What a way to start a conversation. An empty apology was always the thing Peter was best at. 

“Hey, it is what it is. You have..a duty and all.”

“It wasn't my intention to do that.” 

Air around them felt heavy, and against everything that’s telling her not to she asks.

“To leave or sleep with me?”

Peter’s shoulders slumped as he spoke, “Both.” He glanced at her out of the corner of his eye. Suddenly, she was twenty-two again, sitting amongst a sea of her peers who didn’t know the man she swore she’d marry just told her he’d never want to see her again. 

“I won’t let it happen again. I do want to be friends, it’s just- hard.”

They could never just be ‘friends’. 

The third and last time it happened was completely accidental. 

She checked the time on her phone for a fourth time that night. It was official- she’d been stood up. 

‘Awesome.’ She thought to herself. 

She downed the last of her wine, listening to the jazz band play. Reaching under the table for her bag, a pair of brown loafers slipped into her view. There he was, again, damnit. 

“This seat taken?” 

“No, h…have a seat.” She motioned nervously at the booth seat in front of her. Suddenly, she was very aware of the jazz band picking up tempo in their song mocking the panic setting in over her body. 

“Date? You’re early.” He teased taking a drink from his whiskey glass. 

“I’ve been stood up actually.” 

The silence that fell between the two was awkward and heavy. 

“Oh..I’m sorry baby.” 

There he goes again with his empty apologies. Sighing she sits her bag on the table waiting for her check. 

“What are you doing here?” She asks, sitting her arms on the table leaning forward to hear him. Peter clears his throat, clenching his glass nervously, he runs his finger down the condensation as he thinks. 

“Got tired of grading papers I was walking by and…poof…there you were.”

The air she blew out of her nose was followed by a laugh she couldn’t hold back. Without prompt or asking Peter slammed down a couple bills to cover the check before holding his hand out to her. Looking around she took a minute to weigh all her options and right now all she wanted was the comfort Peter could bring her. 

So she led him back to her place. The two stumbling through the door, lips interlocked. Peter’s hands in her hair dropped down, hiking up the bottom of her dress. His hand grabbing a fist full of her ass cheek in the process, pulling her in closer as he groped the skin. 

“I miss you.” 

He whispered against her cheek, she could feel her heart skipping a beat as he spoke. Leaning back in her hands connected in his hair. Something felt different this time. 

Something was much more real this time, all she could do with her back to his chest was moan out her usual pleas for him to stay with her. He held her close, his hand flat against the middle of her chest, she knew he felt every beat her heart made times ten as he drove into her. His free hand roaming and groping her chest. Peter follows his same routine, laying her face against the pillow as he holds onto her. She reaches for his hand, feeling his larger one engulf hers as he finishes inside her. This time she had him, he was hers. 

Or so she thought as she fell asleep on his chest, as stealthy as Peter thought he was, he was never quiet enough for her. The warmth of Peter was replaced by the softness of her down pillow, making her ears perk up. Silently, she sat up watching him getting dressed. Pulling her knees to her chest almost protecting herself from what is about to come. “Where are you going?” 

The question made Peter stop in his tracks. He couldn’t even find it in him to turn and face her. 

“I’ve..uh..gotta go.” His shoulders slumped as he slid his pants on, hands on his hips as he leaned his head back.  “Early morning and all..”

“It’s sunday.” She laughs “Come back to bed.” It was said in a voice she’d hope would pull him back. But when he said nothing and continued to put his shoes on she realized everything that was said in the moment earlier was just that, a fleeting moment. 

“God. You are never gonna change are you.”

It wasn’t a question. It was a statement that came off much more hateful than she intended for it to be, but she was tired and too grown for whatever game it was he was playing. The thing that hurt the most was he didn’t even try to argue back. He huffed, buttoning up his shirt and ruffling his hair. He finally turned to look at her with whatever decency he had, with another “I’m so sorry baby.” 

Hr was always sorry- he’d only ever be sorry. Wiping her tears she rolled over in her bed and pulled herself under her covers as the door shut. 

P. Parker: Baby? Coffee? What do you say?

The vibration pulled  from each disappointing memory of her heart breaking. But finally she was making the choice she knew she had too. 

You: Hey Peter! Can’t tonight lots of thesis work to finish, hope you’re doing good though!

She dropped her phone on the couch as she set her focus back onto her laptop. The door opening drew her attention over her shoulder, tossing Felicia a smile as she walked out of her bedroom. 

“Plans tonight?” The blonde asked in a sing-song voice.

“Nope.” 

There was a sinking feeling in her stomach as her phone buzzed once more, she fought everything in her to pick up and go crawling back into his bed. But for now, she was done.

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[untitledmemes]

Hazbin Hotel Prompts

Part I An assortment of prompts taken from the series Hazbin Hotel on Amazon Prime. Adjust as necessary to fit pronoun and/or descriptor. In case of Multimuse, don't forget to specify which one/s. Reblog, please do not repost or add.

“ Oh, shit. Did you hear all of that? ”

“ I enjoy your theatrics. ”

“ I just hope what I'm trying to do here will work. ”

“ Well hello there, you wayward sinner. Do you like blood, violence and depravity of a sexual nature? ”

“ Your last attempt at salvation starts here. ”

“ Thank you so much for making this. Seriously. Amazing. ”

“ Oh, fun. You had a little fun with it? ”

“ Sex sells, don't it? ”

“ I really don't want to exploit you in that way. ”

“ This body was made to be exploited. ”

“ I could keep goin' all night, baby. ”

“ Why do you think I'm here? ”

“ I like being forced. ”

“ I'm choosing to be here, and I think it's all stupid. ”

“ That's kind of the end of the road, ain't it? ”

“ Just because nobody made it out before, doesn't mean it's not possible. ”

“ There's just no way I could blow it, not this once in a lifetime chance. ”

“ It's a happy day in hell. ”

“ Ha! I fucking got you!. ”

“ So, I'm happy we got this opportunity to meet. ”

“ I need you to be less horny, if possible. ”

“ I ain't no actor! I can't memorize this shit! ”

“ So, anyway, we fucked and it was awesome. ”

“ Fucking love putting my name on shit. Shit's the best. ”

“ Alright, um, maybe we can try and fix it in post. ”

“ Seems like you're having a bit of trouble there, hm? ”

“ I wouldn't try that, my dear. ”

“ I don't care who or what you are. If you're staying here, you are going to make this work. ”

“ Awesome job, danger tits. Pound it. ”

“ Those are my people. You know that, right? ”

“ They had their chance and they earned damnation. ”

“ How does that feel? To know how little you matter. ”

“ Let me stop you right there, save us all precious time. ”

“ Did I hear you imply they don't deserve death? ”

“ It means we're all royally fucked. ”

“ We should just go down there now and destroy them. ”

“ Oh please, you had less than half a chance when you started all this. ”

“ Well, it's not like people are going to show up at our doorstep. ”

“ Now that's good television. ”

“ Whatever could be the problem, my dear? ”

“ Fuck my life. ”

“ I have a fire to put out upstairs. ”

“ Well, looks like you have everything under control here. ”

“ Take care of the piss baby. ”

“ That fucking slut walked out on me. ME. I fucking made him! ”

“ Which of these makes me look sexier? ”

“ What are you doing? You're not going over there. ”

“ Now that's why they pay you the big bucks. ”

“ I think he's had enough. ”

“ Thank you... For letting your guard down! ”

“ Can't let my new project fall into disrepair already. ”

“ That fucker is back! ”

“ You still pissed he almost beat you that time? ”

“ Things changed a lot since he left town. ”

“ Welcome home. I'm gonna make you wish that you stayed gone. ”

“ Did anybody miss him? Did anybody notice? ”

“ Where's he been? Who gives a shit? ”

“ You old timey prick, I'll show you suffering. ”

“ I'm gonna make you wish that I'd stayed gone. ”

“ How exactly are we supposed to stop it? ”

“ Who would want to use their last days not fucking and fighting? ”

“ I didn't come looking for a fight. ”

“ Aren't you supposed to protect this place? ”

“ I give you a week. Tops. ”

“ It's nice to have someone interested for once. ”

“ Never leave me again. ”

“ I definitely remember you now. ”

“ It's great, right? Keep going. ”

“ The only cool thing has is to say no to drugs. ”

“ I'm off to not have sexual intercourse before marriage! ”

“ You like me. You really like me! ”

“ You actually think you can change? ”

“ You slippery little shit! ”

“ I fucking knew there was something shitty about you. ”

“ Get your aggressively average body off of me! ”

“ This little bitch is a traitor! ”

“ Wait, you were caught? It hasn't even been a day! ”

“ The path to forgiveness is a twisting trail of hearts, but sorry is where it starts. ”

“ Why are you so lame? ”

“ You'll have to try better than that next time, ol' pal. ”

[darkbluekies]

AHHH JUST GOT ANOTHER REQUEST! silas with a crackhead gen z s/o.This guy would be so fking confused.😭😭

Silas:walk out of that front door and I'll break your legs👿👿.

s/o:*uses the open window besides the door instead and casually walks away*

Silas texting:WHY ARE YOU NOT HOME YOUR GONNA GO THROUGH HELL IF YOU DON'T COME BACK.

S/o: You're* dumbass and proceeds to ignore the calls from this dumb af guy.

first anon (im sorry but i thought this was funny 😭😭)

[Do you want to break him??? Congrats, you succeeded 😭]

Not a joking matter

Mafia!yandere OC x reader

Summary: you decide to pull a stunt on Silas while you are fighting, which causes him to go insane with fury. He promises himself to make sure you never dare to do it again.

Warnings: yandere content, mentions of killing, guns, threats, isolation punishment, Stockholm syndrome, Silas who can't take a joke, manipulation

Word count: 1.5k

Normally, you wouldn’t dare fight with Silas. It only gave you consequences you couldn’t bear. Besides, just giving in and listening to him makes your world turn easier. But some days, things get too much and your anger bubbles out. This has led you and Silas to argue down by the front door about his jealousy.

“I’m literally done!” you scoff out. “You’re insane, this is insane! I’m leaving!”

“If you walk out through that door, I’m breaking your legs”, Silas warns you with his arms over his chest. “Don’t test me, little thing.”

You give him a long stare before opening the window next to the door and jumping out. Silas gaze darkens as he watches you walk away. How dare you?

“What are you doing, boss?” one of his men asks with a shaking voice. “Are you just going to let them leave?!”

“They will be back soon”, Silas says through gritted teeth. “They can’t survive without me. And when they return, they’ll go back into the basement until they apologize sincerely.”

“And if they don’t come back, boss?”

“Then they’ll regret it.”

You walk along the road, cursing Silas for living out in the middle of the fucking forest. You’re not even wearing shoes! Why did you walk out like that? Well, at least you’re free. Right? This has to be worth it. You have to show Silas that you mean business … he can't treat you like that.

You reach the nearest city after an hour of walking. You're sure you've destroyed one skinlevel by now. No blood has been drawn yet, but your skin is ripped and dirty. You sink down by the side of the road, next to a coffee shop. Now what? You don't have any money … only your cell phone. Silas IT master has blocked the phone from calling any other number than Silas.

It buzzes. You look down and see a message from him.

"WHY ARE YOU NOT HOME?? YOUR GOING TO GO THROUGH HELL IF YOU DON'T COME BACK, DO YOU UNDERSTAND THAT?"

You shouldn't do it — it's childish — yet you do it. Your fingers tremble as you type the message back, but you can't help but snicker for yourself.

"You're*"

If only you could see his face once he receives the message. Silas, on the other hand, throws his phone at the wall once he gets your little fun text. He calls you, but you don't answer. He calls again … and again … and again. Same automatic voice telling him to try again later.

"This little shit, I swear to God-" he growls before grabbing his car keys. "I'm going to get them, I don't fucking care. They'll be sorry. Who the fuck do they think they are? Seriously? Fucking brat.”

“What are you going to do, boss?” the same man as before asks.

“If Y/N wants to act like a shitty, little brat, then I’ll treat them like one.”

He rips open the door and walks out to his black sports car. You might be his darling, but this car is his baby. Although he doesn’t know where you are, he has an idea. There's not a lot of places you could have gone to. You're not stupid enough to run into the forest, you'll have followed the road. You can't have gotten too far. He'll find you.

He notices that you're not on the road.

"These little legs were faster than I thought", he mumbles. "Just wait til I get my hands on you."

He drives into the small city, looking around. A smirk creeps up on his face once he sees you sitting on the sidewalk. He parks the car right in front of you and jumps out. His anger turns into some weird adrenaline kick once he sees your terrified eyes. He will punish you, don't you worry … but first he wants to play.

"Either you get in the car now or I'll make you", he says with one hand resting inside of his jacket, on his gun. "I'll blow this place up."

You know Silas, and you know what he keeps in his pocket. You know he's not lying. Suddenly, incapable of moving, paralyzed in fear, you shake your head desperately. Silas smiles.

"Boom", he says, forming his mouth to an 'O'.

"No, please", you whisper.

"Yes? If you say so …"

He's about to pull put the gun. You finally manage to move your limbs and shoot up from the sidewalk, stopping his hand.

"Silas, don't", you beg.

"But you wanted to be bratty and not do what I said", he pouts and gives you puppy dog eyes. "It's not more than fair that I get to play too?"

"Silas, people will get hurt if you do that."

"People could have gotten hurt by your stunt too. If I wouldn't have found you …" He moves closer until you can feel his breath against your face. "... I'd killed all of my men."

You shiver and give him a horrified glance.

"Y/N, get in the car now", Silas tells you seriously, no longer in the mood to play games.

And you do.

"Y/N, I want you to know something", Silas says as he starts driving away. "You only 'escaped' today because I let you. The only reason you're still alive is because I went to get you. You should be happy that I love you because what would you have done without me? You have no money, your phone — which you should be grateful I gave you — only works for my number … you aren't even wearing shoes!"

Your head slumps. You shouldn't feel so guilty, you shouldn't start to cry … but you do.

"I could have left you", Silas continues. He won't stop until you've broken down completely. "I could have forgotten about you and moved on, find somebody that actually appreciates what I do for them and is grateful for my love. But I went back for you because I love you."

He has noticed that you've started crying in the seat next to him, but he isn't done.

"People could have died today and it'd be all your fault", Silas says.

"Stop!" you shout and cover your ears with your hands. "I get it! I'm sorry!"

"I'm not sure you do, baby. That's why you'll spend a little while down in the basement once we get home. Just to make sure this won't happen again."

You want to protest, but his gaze makes you shrink to the size of an ant. Yu're already six feet down, no need to do yourself any further.

When you get back to his house, he pulls you with him down to the basement and chains you before saying a word.

"Silas, I'm really sorry", you sob. "I'll never do it again. Please don't leave me here.'

"You've acted like a complete brat, baby. My partner is an adult, not a damn child, do you get that?"

"Yes!"

"Good. I will see you in a while."

"No, Silas, please!" you shout. "Don't leave me here!"

You hear the door to the ground floor, leaving you in pitch black darkness. You sob out into the emptiness and hug your legs, burying your face into your knees.

You don't know how much time passes by. You have no idea how long time you've been down here, all you know is that your growling stomach stopped making sounds a long time ago. It doesn't hurt anymore … although it should. Your body must have gone numb because you can't feel anything. Or you've died. That's at least what you tell yourself. You no longer live and will never feel anything else ever again. This basement works wonders on the brain.

The door from the ground floor creaks. You look up, seeing how Silas come walking down. Your body fills with electricity. He came back!

"Hey, baby", he says and squats down in front of you.

"Silas …", you say quietly, tasting the name, seeing if he can hear you. Seeing if you're alive.

"Yes?"

A wave of relief flows through you. Your hands start reaching out for him, needing to hold onto something to fully convince you that you're still real.

"Careful, baby", Silas says softly and stops your hands. "I have to remove the chains first."

Impatiently, you wait for him to unlock the heavy metal keeping you to the ground. As soon as you feel the weight lifting, you throw yourself at him, locking your arms around his neck and hiding your face into his warm shoulder. He chuckles and wraps his strong arms around you in return.

"Eager to see me?" he smiles right by your ear.

You don't answer. You're happy to see someone. It just happens that this someone is Silas.

"Do you want to come upstairs now?" he asks.

You nod against his shoulder.

"You're not going to be a bratty little shit anymore?" he asks.

You shake your head.

"And you won't pull a childish stunt?" he asks.

You shake your head. Your humor doesn't work on him and you learned that the hard way.

"Very well then, let's go", Silas says and stands up, pulling you up with him.

You wrap your legs around his torso and keep your arms in place. You can hear him purr like a cat. Silas always gets what he wants. He always wins.

[anonymousbardd]

Blowing Kisses FT. Samuel Seo

⸝⸝ ౨ৎ :: "I'd give anything just for your sweet delicate kisses."

WARNING. ೀ xfem reader, sexual story, NSFW. Please do not repost without crediting, MDNI!

𐙚 — "Your Sweet Lemon Scent Mixed With Mine Really Turns Me On."

Samuel Seo, is a young man who's known to be hot-headed and to have a short fuse, is strong, powerful, and sadistic, mere mentions of his name bring one to their knees. Samuel Seo is a shitty man with a shitty life, he's a rough lion who hunts and destroys his prey.

One would think that an animal as rough as a lion would be the perfect mate for the king, but that isn't the case. Sometimes, a king prefers a delicate, fragile, and gentle flower over a dark and hurtful thorn.

"Good morning, Mr. Seo~..," [F/n] cooed, her voice that called out sent Samuel shivers, he could listen to it for all eternity without ever getting tired.

"Good morning, [F/n], how have you been?" He asked, looking down at the petite young woman, "I've been doing great, thank you for asking!"

[F/n] is a young woman around the same age as Samuel, she owns a small flower shop near the building where he works, and every day, Samuel buys flowers from her.

His interest in her didn't go unnoticed, for Goo Kim would always tease the raven-haired man about it, "Ooh~.., buying flowers from your girlfriend Samuel?", "Going out to see your girlfriend, Samuel?"

It annoyed the young man, yes, but he really couldn't deny it, except for the girlfriend part.

Samuel admired [F/n] from afar, he even requested to move his office directly in front of the flower shop to see her more often.

He really liked her, and today, today's the day he's finally going to confess his feelings and ask [F/n] out on a date.

Samuel made small talk with [F/n] warming up their conversation, his eyes met hers, and her beautiful [e/c] eyes looked majestic under the sunlight, just looking at her dries up Samuel's mouth.

"I found a nice restaurant nearby, and I wondered if you would like to go and have dinner together tonight," Samuel asked with a charming smile, [F/n]'s lips curved to a smile, and she hid her face behind the flower she was holding.

"Sure, that would be lovely..." She muttered as she peeked over the dandelion's petals.

Samuel grinned and looked at his watch, "I'll pick you up around 5:30 tonight, just right after you close up."

The young woman giggled and nodded her head, "I'm looking forward to it, Mr. Seo."

𐙚 — "Your bittersweet words brings me down on my knees in an instant."

[F/n] had just closed up her shop, and right on time, Samuel walked over with a box of sweet chocolate, "Hey.., are you ready to head out?" Samuel asked, his eyes meeting hers.

The young woman nodded and smiled, "I'm ready," she said.

Samuel then gave her the box of chocolates, the two of them walked side by side on the way to Samuel's car, all while talking about the restaurant they're going to.

When they arrived, Samuel opend a door for [F/n], he held the door for her and let her get settled before making his way to the driver's seat, he fastened his seatbelt and let out a soft groan.

[F/n] smiled and placed her hands on her lap, "I really appreciate you for taking me to dinner, Mr. Seo," she said, looking at him. Samuel smiled and shook his head, "Please, just call me Samuel."

The two of them spoke to each other as Samuel drove through the streets of the city, talking about their personal life.

Eventually, their conversation takes a turn and they found themselves talking about their preferences on intimacy.

While talking to Samuel, [F/n] stopped for a moment, chuckling and shaking her head, "My my sir Samuel, if you keep teasing me like that... I might not eat dinner and go straight to dessert~..," she cooed.

Samuel tightened his grip on the steering wheel and chuckled, "Well now that you mention dessert, it's pretty tempting to take it now than save it for last."

[F/n] giggled, her eyes looked at his through the mirror, "I think it's best if we don't spoil our stomachs and eat first, don't you agree?" Samuel smiled and raised a brow, "I suppose so."

Once the two of them arrived at the restaurant, Samuel found a nice seat for the both of you, it was a booth, the table had loong white covers and the chairs were nice and comfy.

Samuel pulled a seat for [F/n] and sat the chair in front of her. They opened the menu and decided on what to eat, after a while, a waitress took their order and gave them some water.

[F/n] smiled and rubbed her thighs together, "This is a really nice place, Samuel, thank you for taking me here," she said, as she did, she took of her shoe and began touching Samuel's leg under the table.

Samuel smirked and crossed his arms, "I thought that a beautiful girl like you would enjoy a place just as beautiful," he said.

[F/n]'s foot then made its way to Samuel's crotch, the young woman began to slowly rub her foot on it, causing Samuel to let out a quiet groan.

After a while, their food arrived and [F/n] stopped teasing the raven-haired man with her foot. They began to eat and talk about a lot of things they were interested in.

"You really don't work out a lot?" [F/n] asked quite surprised, Samuel chuckled and nodded his head, "Yes, I find myself a little too busy with work so I don't really get the chance to work out."

The young woman hummed and took a bite of her food, "With a body like that, one could assume that you work out pretty often," she mumbled, Samuel laughed and looked at [F/n], "I'm flattered that you have my eyes lingering around my body, if you keep looking at me like that you might just end up naked in my bedroom."

𐙚 — "The feeling of your warmth against me really maked my hear race faster than ever."

[F/n] and Samuel never made it out to the restaurant before [F/n] went under the table and began to suck off the raven-haired man.

Her head went up and down under the table, swirling her tongue around Samuel's twitching cock, her lips were drooling as she coated Samuel's member with her saliva.

Samuel was quiet, he's never been much of a vocal person in any sort of sexual intimacy, but the way [F/n] bobbed her head and sucked him off just made it difficult to not let out any loud noise.

He leaned back and placed a hand over his mouth, trying to stiffle his moans which were slowly growing louder as [F/n] began to take his cock deeper in her mouth.

"Ng-ngh~.., f-fuck, you're doing so good~..." Samuel mumbled. [F/n] was too busy sucking him off to hear his praise, her hands went up to Samuel's thighs, she took Samuel's cock deeper, causing her to gag and drool even more.

[F/n] felt Samuel twitching, he was about to reach his orgasm, she then began to suck him off faster, her mouth was getting sloppy and wet.., not even a few minutes later, Samuel had came inside the young woman's mouth.

[F/n] swallowed every bit of his semen, not letting any of it drop, she then got out from under the table and sat back on her seat, a visible smirk printed her face. Samuel was out of breath, his face flushed.

The raven-haired man then let out a sigh and grinned, "I'll be damned, you give some breath taking kisses."

𐙚 T a g s #Lookism #fanfic #lookism fanfic #lookismoneshot #xreader #oneshot #lookism fanfic #samuel seo #samuel seo x reader ⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧

༝༚༝༚𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚢𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚋𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚍

[spideryuu]

' MY FUCKED CUTE GIRL!! SUKUNA "

🎀ᘎ warning(s): f!reader, smut, unprotected, dirty talk, handjob, bowjob, pet names (baby, darling, doll, princess...), dom!sukuna, true form sukuna (he has 4 eyes, 4 arms and y'k what else...), degradation, mention of drugs.

🎀ᘎ summary: Sukuna's been frustrated for a while and he doesn't know why. The other curses convince him to go outside to find some human to torture, until Sukuna found you and definitely knows how you can be useful to him.

🎀ᘎ words: 5,8k

playlist:

long way 2 go — cassie

favorite — isabel larosa

ultraviolence — lana del rey

do i wanna know? — arctic monkeys

streets — doja cat

— a/n: ignore the fact that curses obviously don't act like that, especially not with Sukuna. Also, Mahito appears (don't kill me), but he doesn't have that shitty personality. And the smut part is at the end, sorry. And I'm sorry if there are a lot of dialogue or grammatical mistakes, I'm trying my best. + the star divider belongs to: @cafekitsune

"Sukuuu." says a drunk Mahito.

"Stop bothering." he threatens. "Fucking idiot."

"C'moooon, don't be that mean." Mahito says, but this time surrounding one of Sukuna's four arms.

"Mahito, you have literally 3 seconds to walk away before I destroy your face."

"Oh, c'mon man! Why are you such a party pooper?" he asks, frowning.

"I'm not in the mood, that's it." replies, looking him directly in the eyes. "And you know perfectly well that you can't be around me when I'm not in the damn mood."

"Okay, I definitely know what you need." he states, sitting next to him and nodding.

"And can you tell me the hell I suppose to need?"

"Kill someone, obviously." Mahito says with a certain tone of voice, as if that's the most obvious thing in the world. "Or having sex for a whole day."

"Y'know what I need right now?"

"Humm?"

"To you to stop talking fucking nonsenses and stay away from me, for the love of God." he answers pushing Mahito away from him.

Mahito lets out a slight moan and looks at him with an angry face, stroking his recently beaten arm.

"Y'know what? Fuck you Sukuna, really."

He watches to his irritating friend walks away from him in silence, occasionally hiccuping from the high level of alcohol in his body.

Alone again, he has time to think.

«It's hard for me to admit it, but maybe that drunken dummy's right», he thinks after thinking a lot about their recent conversation.

He gets up without much desire, ready to look for Mahito and force him to go whit him through the streets in search of what to do. He finds him with, obviously, another bottle of alcohol in his hand. The smell can be smelled from where Sukuna is, and he gives him a look of disgust even though he can't see him right now.

"Mahito" he calls him dryly, but he doesn't even turn to look at him. "Mahito, don't make me say your fucking name a third time."

"The fuck do you want? Now you're the one who's annoying." he answers without turning around yet.

"Follow me."

"No."

"That wasn't a question. I said follow me."

"Learn to fucking talk to me well, and then we'll talk" he hiccups.

Sukuna sighs.

"Listen to me, just walk whit me on the street, and then I'll give you some bottle of cheap shitty alcohol, the kind you love so much."

"For real?"

"Yeah, I guess."

"Since when you're so fucking kind? What's wrong with you?" he asks, now next to his big friend.

"Don't make me regret what I just said. Just take me to some shit so I don't die of boredom."

Mahito smiles whit a really big smile in response: he knows exactly where they can go.

Now they're on the street, walking. Mahito seems very happy, and he still hasn't told the angry curse behind him where they were going. They stop suddenly at a, what appears to be, small cafe.

"Is this the place you wanted to go so bad? A fucking cafe where they're probably going to serve shitty food?"

"No you dummy, I'm just hungry and I want to eat something. And because, well, this cafe has something worth it."

"Then you will have to eat alone, I'll go somewhere else."

"Seriously? You were practically begging me to come with you and now you're not going to eat something fast with me?"

"I wasn't begging you, let's make that clear!" he exclaims embarrassed.

"Whatever you say." he sighs. "Are you going to follow me or not?"

He's about to say no, but something makes him finally decide to go in and sit at a table in the corner.

The cafe's full of people talking animatedly, or working on their laptops. Sukuna definitely doesn't like that environment at all, and being so close to so many people makes him sick as hell.

He in loop taps the table with his fingertips, showing his clear annoyance.

"The hell makes this place so special?" he asks between grunts.

"You will see."

"I don't wanna wait."

"Shut up man, she's already getting closer."

"Who?"

But Mahito doesn't answer him, but starts talking very happily with you who just arrived. Sukuna looks at the scene with a frown. Was that simple human that made him want to eat in this place so much?

"And a chocolate cake, sweety." Mahito says to end the conversation with you.

Sukuna continues to look at him with a frown. When you finally leave, that's when Mahito turns around to talk to him again.

"Sweety?" he asks, strangely."

"Yeah man, you can't tell me she's not hot."

The curse turns to face you again, inspecting your body from top to bottom. At that moment you feel a chill run through your entire body and you turn around in search of what made you feel that way, and Sukuna quickly looks away.

"Well, she's not the hottest but for a quick fuck I guess it's okay."

"She's nothing out of this world, huh?" he asks smiling. "I propose something to you, convince her to fuck with you."

"I'm not interested in fucking humans." he answers with his arms crossed.

"So the king of the curses can't even with a simple human?"

"Shut the fuck up. If you want to fuck her that bad, go ahead, but don't involve me in your shit."

"Believe me, if I could, I'd." he replies, looking back in your direction, devouring you with his eyes. "But I don't think she's interested in something else apart from her job. I guess she also needs a good and a long night, like you."

Sukuna gives him a look of disgust.

"A human could never please me." he says very convinced.

The conversation seems to end there. Mahito knows that it's impossible to argue with him, 'cuz even if he's not right, he will do anything as long as the situation turns around enough so his point of view is the only correct one. Now the discussion wasn't about that, but continuing arguing was going to be useless and wasn't going to get anywhere, so he simply prepares to eat when he notices that they already have their orders on the table.

They get up from their seats and leave. They're on the street again, and Sukuna doesn't know where they're going, again.

"Are you going to tell me where the hell we're going now?"

"Wanna know?"

"I just asked you, asshole."

"We were supposed to go somewhere special." he says, ignoring his friend's insult. "But you said you wouldn't have sex with a human, so now it's time to go back."

"Wait, we were going to a fucking brothel? That was the big surprise you didn't want to tell me?"

"But this is not a normal brothel." admits patting him on the back. "It's one especially for us, the curses." he smiles sinisterly, like always.

"I'm not interested." he says sharply.

"But lemme explain!" he exclaims impatiently, stopping his friend from taking another step in the opposite direction to where Mahito wants to go. "Everyone is fucked up there. I mean, you can literally do whatever you want with humans."

"I can do that whenever I want."

"Obviously, but the beauty of this place is that humans have the vision. And, c'mon, it's a very popular place! The king of curses hasn't gone yet... That situation should not happen." he says, placing his two hands on his waist, looking at him with a disapproving face.

Sukuna seems to be thinking. Mahito's a big pain in the ass, but maybe having sex with someone until destroy them is just what he needs right now.

"And where's that brothel?"

"Ha."

The place is located in a very uncrowded alley. From outside you can already smell the smell of cigarettes and other substances that are surely consumed without any type of control. Mahito was smiling all the way to the brothel with the stupid smile that Sukuna hates so much. Him, on the other side, remained with his indifferent face until they had the door of the place in front of them. As soon as they put a foot in the place, the music invades their ears and Sukuna has to cover them if he doesn't want to feel like they're going to explode.

They walk around until a man (about the same size as Sukuna) welcomes them.

"What am I seeing, the king of curses in my brothel? Without any kinda notice to receive him as we should?"

But all Sukuna does is look at him with frowning eyes.

"Too close." he says after a few seconds.

More than saying words, he seems to spit them out.

"Don't listen to this huge dummy, all he needs is someone to suck him until he's dry." Mahito says between laughs, pushing Sukuna away from the man.

"I see." the man replies with a smile, trying to hide his annoyance at Sukuna's clear narcissism. "Please sit down, I'll bring you the best food, and, as soon as possible, our best concubines." he beg, pointing his arms at some red sofas in the background.

The two men obey. One happy and the other reluctant. Once seated, Sukuna takes off his enormous kimono to only wear pants and reveal his four, big arms.

Both men and women who walks around them stare and whisper, or point their fingers, which bothers Sukuna a lot. He still thinks this place's such a waste of time, but instead of expressing his anger out loud, he just grumbles all the time.

"Sorry for the delay." the man from before suddenly says with two plates full of food. Behind him there's a woman, with two bottles of alcohol.

"I should kill you right here for making me wait, don't you think?" he asks, snatching a bottle from the girl's hand, who's looking at them with not very hopeful eyes.

"Ha ha, he's just joking. Right, Suku?" Mahito intervenes trying to save the situation.

"Shut up."

"And that pretty lady behind you?" Mahito asks, ignoring him.

"Oh, she's one of our best concubines, she-"

"I don't like her." Sukuna interrupts. "Not even a bit. Bring us something better and do justice to your shitty title."

The man clenches his fists, containing his patience.

"But sir, they don't call her the best for nothing, you should-"

"Are you making me repeat things twice? I think I don't think I have to make it clear, but I really hate having to repeat things more than two fucking times." he pauses briefly before continuing. Bring us something better, okay? And stop bothering."

"There's a new girl. She came the last week, and the customers are really satisfied with her. Maybe that might be enough for you?"

"You should know that, not us."

"Sukuna please, shut up." Mahito intervenes, worried that they will be kicked out.

"No, he's right. I should know." he bows apologetically, but inside he's on fire because of the angry. "I'll bring it for you." he says before disappearing from both of their sights.

Mahito waits a few seconds until he turns to reproach his friend.

"What the hell was that?"

"He was very annoying."

"He's being hospitable!" he exclaims, huffing. "Act well, damn, I don't wanna be banned from this place."

"This place isn't worth it. And I hate things that aren't worth it." he admits standing up.

"Where are you going now?" he asks, grabbing one of his arms to prevent him from leaving.

"Over there, to be away from you and this shitty environment. And don't touch me."

Mahito watches in silence as his friend walks away upstairs. He shrugs and starts drinking, which is what he does best.

On the other hand, Sukuna walks through the long corridors upstairs. There's more silent, calmer. There are a few people, and they're going downwards, where it seems that no one gets tired.

Sukuna's not bothered by this silence. Although he continues listening to the annoying music in the background, he's okay with that. He's still a bit frustrated, 'cuz he thought that here he was going to be able to fuck, but everything has been so annoying that now he doesn't wanna do anything.

Suddenly he hears some kind of argument in the room he's just passing through.

"Shut the fuck up!" exclaims what appears to be a male voice."I told you that I fucking rented you, and now you don't wanna suck my dick, you fucking whore?"

"Sorry." apologizes in a low voice that appears to be a female voice.

He's not really interested in the conversation, but they're interrupting his peace (even though the place is anything but quiet), and that's important. He then decides to enter, opening the door roughly.

The two people who were fighting turn around, scared by the noise of the door. Sukuna can notice that the room's in a mess, and indeed, there's a man and a girl. He notices that the man was about to hit the girl who's strangely very familiar to him.

"Who the fuck are you?" the man asks bbetween screams, releasing the girl's hair.

Sukuna's more interested to guess how he knows the girl, and stares at her.

"Oh, of course, that cafe!" he exclaims loud. "I didn't know you worked here."

"Do you know this guy?" the man asks you in an angry tone.

You shake your head quickly, holding back your tears.

"Ugh, so annoying." Sukuna says approaching you.

"Stay away, you damn weird thing."

Sukuna continues his walk until he's a few centimeters away from the man. He grabs his arm and throws him to the other end of the room. You watch the whole scene trembling, and you don't really know what to do, so you just stare at the ground and pray that nothing happens to you.

"Raise your head, cafe girl."

You obey him immediately and you see his four eyes. You swallow.

"Is he... Is he dead?" you ask shakily.

"Does he worry you?"

You look again in the direction that a few seconds ago Sukuna threw away your ex. You look at him with anger and tears falling down your cheeks.

"Why the fuck does everyone make me repeat things twice?" he asks annoyed, grabbing your arm. "Does he worry you?"

"No, no. Please don't hurt me." you beg.

He looks at you indifferently. His eyes fall on your breasts, which are still uncovered. He can see with the naked eye that someone had bitten them hard, leaving teeth marks and traces of blood.

"Nice tits, sweety, not every day you see tits that are this round and pretty. It's a shame that someone destroyed them before me." he admits between laughs, which makes you immediately cover yourself with the little clothes you've left.

Suddenly, you both hear a faint groan coming from the ground. You tense up immediately and instinctively move behind Sukuna. Normally, he'd rip your arm off for daring to get close to him, but this situation amuses him strangely, so he lets you stay behind him.

"Please, don't let him come near me," you beg through sobs. "Please, I'll do anything."

"That's interesting." he smiles.

Your ex, who you pretty much thought was dead, struggles to get up. His whole body hurts and everything is spinning for him. It takes him a few seconds to finally steady himself, and when he does, he suddenly remembers what happened. He looks up to see the enormous curse. It's so big that your weak body is barely visible.

"You fucking bitch. You knew him already, didn't you?" he asks with a creepy smile. "You knew him and called him to try to get rid of me, after everything I did for you, you disgusting whore!"

You cover your ears to not hear him. Sukuna notices your distress, and strangely, a pang of pity runs through him.

"Hey, disgusting human." he says suddenly. "Don't you think you've talked enough? I was having a lot of fun, but now this shit is really annoying." he clicks his tongue.

"Y/N, is this the shit you were cheating on me with?" your ex says, completely ignoring Sukuna.

Bad decision.

He tries to get closer to you, but Sukuna loses his patience and grabs his arm, squeezing so hard that you hear the crack of a bone along with your ex's bloodcurdling scream.

"I'm getting tired of everyone here making me repeat the same fucking things more than once." Sukuna says dryly, looking him in the eyes in a way that makes your ex feel like he's about to piss himself.

"I'm not in the mood today, but believe me, I would’ve killed you already for talking to me like that."

Sukuna lets him go and grabs you out of the room. You try not to look back and shut your eyes tightly, letting the man you barely know take you wherever he plans.

You go down to the first floor, and you realize that Sukuna seems to be looking for someone.

"That damn drunk... He must've gotten lost or something." he says out loud, but it seems like he's talking to himself.

You notice people staring at you and the enormous man who still has one of his hands intertwined with yours.

You don't like being there. You feel like everyone's stares are burning into you. You still wanna cry, and you occasionally sniffle, which annoys the curse in front of you.

"Y're a very noisy girl. I prefer people who 'r quiet." he says, finally letting go of your hand.

"Can I leave, sir? Please."

"Leave?" he asks, puzzled. "What do you mean?"

"I thought-"

"Let's discuss this outside. Grab my kimono and put it on. It's a bit annoying noticing that everyone's staring at your pretty tits."

You feel your cheeks flush and quickly you go for the kimono. He doesn’t have to tell you which one is, since there's only one on the whole floor, and it’s ridiculously big. You put it on, and it looks more like a blanket than a kimono, but you don’t complain even though it’s a bit uncomfortable to wear. «It's worse than being naked».

"SUKUUUU!" Mahito screams from afar when he finally sees Sukuna, who had been missing for a whole hour.

"Are you drunk again, idiot?"

"Nah, I'm not." he let out a hiccup. "Who's the one next to you, Suku? I can't see her well; everything’s spinning, ig" he says, hiccuping again.

You cover your nose with your sleeve because the smell of alcohol is unbearable.

"Oh Suku, don’t tell me you’ve slept with her! I'm so proud you decided to let loose a bit at the end." he says enthusiastically, patting you on the back.

"Don't be an asshole, and stop calling me like that. We're leaving now."

"Leaving? Y're leaving; I'm staying, I didn't finished here." he says with a smile.

"Whatever." Sukuna rolls his eyes. "Let's go." he says it to you.

You don’t say anything but obey. Once outside, you realize you've been in that place for a long time. Again, you feel tears welling up.

"Sir, let me go. You saw what I went through in there, and you were very kind to rescue me," you say through sobs. "Don’t do anything to me and let me go home."

Sukuna suddenly stops and turns to look at you. At that moment, you feel a shiver.

"You said you’d do anything, right? You haven’t done anything for me, yet."

"Yes, but what could someone like me offer you?"

"Actually, nothing. You’re a pain in the ass to me, but something tells me you could be useful." he admits with a smile.

You don’t answer him but look at the ground instead.

You both stay silent for several minutes, which feel like hours to you. Your feet ache, y’re hungry, and y’re tired about this shit—you just want to go home and cry until you can’t anymore.

You enter what seems to be some kind of temple. You had never noticed this place before, but you don’t mind and continue following Sukuna with your head down.

He guides you into what looks like a kind of hall and tells you to sit wherever. You do so, still in silence.

You can’t help but fidget with your leg out of nerves; you’ve just followed without question a curse that looks like it could eat you at any moment. But on the other hand, this curse just saved you from your ex. Maybe he didn't do it for you, but he saved you, and that’s what matters.

You hear footsteps approaching where you are, and soon you realize it’s Sukuna. He appears to be holding clothes your size.

"Here, put this on. I want my kimono back, and I don’t wanna you to like be around here naked."

"Thank you so much." you say quietly.

"Are you really grateful to me?" he asks with a playful tone.

You nod shyly.

Sukuna doesn’t know why, but something about you piques his curiosity, and he’s interested in continuing to play with you.

"Is there somewhere I can change?"

"No." lies.

You feel he’d give you the same answer if you asked if he could close his eyes, so you just quickly get dressed under Sukuna’s curious look. The clothes are ugly, you’d say very ugly. They look more like modified sacks meant to function as clothing, but they cover your whole body, and that’s enough for you.

"You look ridiculous." he admits. "But underneath that, there's a pretty body, so it doesn’t matter."

All you can do is feel your cheeks heat up. You don’t know why, but Sukuna makes you feel nervous, not in the same way your ex did.

It's early morning, and you wake up screaming with tears in your eyes. You feel your heart racing and you don’t even know where you are. It takes you a while to calm down and remember that you’re still in the place Sukuna brought you. He had let you sleep wherever you wanted, and you had decided to sleep in what you thought was a hall.

Now that you know where you are, you feel more relaxed, but your face is still cover in tears.

You’d had another stupid nightmare. This always happened to you and you were tired of this situation.

You get up not really knowing what to do until you realize you can leave. You feel kinda dumb for not having thought of it before.

You try to locate yourself in the big place and momentarily think y’re lost until you see the door you had entered before. You try to open it, but it seems someone else's trying to do the same. You step aside, scared and ready to defend yourself, but you see that the person entering is the guy who was with Sukuna, the same one who tried to flirt with you at the cafe.

Mahito gets scared when he sees you, but then realizes who you are.

"Am I hallucinating, or are you really here?"

"I’m here."

"Wow, up close y’re much prettier." he says, hiccuping.

He’s about to touch your cheek but feels someone grab his hand tightly.

"What the hell are you doing?" Sukuna asks behind you.

This time, you’re the one who gets scared, as you hadn’t noticed his presence until now.

"Sukuuu!"

"And y’re still drunk." he says, clearly annoyed. "Coming back at this hour and waking up everyone. Mahito, give me a good reason to not to kill you right here."

"We have guests." Mahito replies, pointing at you. "And she seemed like she wanted to leave."

As soon as you hear that, you give Mahito a look that says: "C'mon, seriously?"

"Oh, is that true?" Sukuna asks, stroking your shoulders.

You tense up at this small gesture.

"Maybe your guest is not very comfortable, you should treat her better."

"Yes, I should..." Sukuna agrees, whispering.

"I’m going to sleep, or keep drinking." he says as if he hasn’t drink enough. "Good night, or good morning? I don’t know." Mahito's about to say another nonsense, but Sukuna, tired of listening to him, orders him to leave.

Once again, Sukuna and you are alone, and once again, you feel a strange sense of nervousness. You feel like he’s devouring you with his eyes, and the worst part is, you think you want him to do that.

"So, my guest was trying to escape?" he pretends to be offended. "Have I not been good enough for my guest to try to leave?"

"I’m sorry sir, I... I couldn’t sleep and... I don’t know, I’m really sorry."

It seems Sukuna’s eyes light up seeing you so nervous. He’s eager to see more of your reactions, so he continues with the situation.

"Wanting to leave without thanking me..." he whispers, stroking your cheek and sending a shiver down your spine.

"I really don’t know what I can do for you, sir."

"You know what you can do." he says, putting one of his fingers on your lips.

Your breathing is heavy. You don’t know what part about Sukuna makes you feel this way. Just a couple of hours ago, you were terrified and only wanted to die, but now...

"I think that stupid potato sack y’re wearing seems really annoying, don’t you think so? You can start thanking me by taking it off."

"I’m not sure about thar, sir."

"Ha, y’re still calling me sir, that's cute." he smiles. "Maybe Mahito was right." he whispers as he tries to remove your clothes, but you stop him.

You can’t actually physically stop him, but Sukuna stops to see if you have something to say.

"No, not here."

"Not here?"

"I want a more private place, sir."

"Call me Sukuna." he replies, lifting you and adjusting you in his four arms.

You cling to him tightly as if Sukuna might drop you at any moment, but he doesn’t.

He keeps walking until you see a large black wooden door. He opens it, and you see what seems to be Sukuna’s room.

"Is it more private here?"

But you don’t answer. Y’re still processing the really weird situation. Are you really about to do it with a curse?

"Sweety, don't make me repeat myself."

"Yes, I suppose it's fine." you finally reply, softly.

He gently leaves you on his enormous bed. You look around. Everything is, well, too enormous.

"What are you staring at?" he asks playfully. "Does my room have a better view than what's in front of you?"

"I'm sorry, sir." you quickly apologize.

"So cute."

Sukuna moves closer to get on top of you. Your breathing remains slow but steady. You look into his eyes and can see desire in them. But not just any desire: he genuinely enjoys this situation.

He starts by removing that annoying clothing, leaving you with only a pair of pink panties. Sukuna watches you to see if you're about to cry, but as you remain silent, he continues. With his four arms, he touches your entire body (which is not a very complicated task for him), and once again, you feel a shiver.

His breathing starts to quicken. Literally right now all he wants is to make you cry, but from pleasure. He wants to destroy every part of you and make your pussy fit the shape of his cock.

It had been a long time since someone made him feel this way, and that a simple human was the one who awakened that desire in him again, is a shame for the king of curses. But right now that's not a concern, he seems more focused on wanting to make you scream his name until y're hoarse.

He begins to kiss the areas of your breasts where there are wounds, causing you to let out occasional soft whimpers of pain. First, he kisses you gently to help you get used to the sensation, but Sukuna isn't a patient person, and he quickly moves onto licking your nipples while his free hands caress your waist and legs.

You continue to let out occasional moans, and y're so embarrassed that you cover your mouth. This annoys Sukuna, who wants to keep hearing you, so he moves your hands away from your mouth and places them on either side of your head.

"What are you doing?" he asks, but you don't answer.

You avoid making eye contact.

"Are you so embarrassed, princess?" he asks, forcing you to look at him.

The only free hand he has left plays near your pussy in the meantime.

"Ugh, s-sir, not there."

"Oh, does this make you answer?" asks curiously, getting his fingers even closer。

"S-sir, please."

"I told you to call me Sukuna." he says before suddenly sticking his fingers into your pussy.

"M-mgh!"

He keeps exploring your walls while you can't stop moaning.

With your hands still restrained, you bite your lip until it bleeds to stop more moans to escape from your mouth. Sukuna notices this, and while he doesn't stop masturbating you, he kisses you, forcing your mouth open. He pulls away suddenly when he feels a bit in his tongue.

"What was that, bae?"

"I-I think I'm about to, mgh, come. Si... S-Sukuna please, remove your f-fingers."

But instead of listening to you, he puts his mouth on your pussy and this time he masturbates you with his tongue—his cocks are about to burst, and he can't wait to fill both of your holes with his cum.

"Sukuna, what are you doing?!" you exclaim, holding his hair.

You feel tears falling down your cheeks.

"Not that plac-!" but you can't finish your sentence.

Your back hunches as you let out a loud moan.

"That was a very loud one." he says playfully, but you can only see him with teary eyes from the shame you feel.

You just came in a course's mouth. What were you doing?

"W-we're done, aren't we? I can go now..." you say, trying to get up, but Sukuna pushes you back onto the bed and turns you around.

Now he has a very good view of your back and ass.

"Are we done? You were the only one who came, right? I haven't done it yet, and I don't think my two cocks can't wait anymore."

Did you hear right? Two? Did he said two?

Two of his arms hold your back firmly while with the other he begins to masturbate, seeing the liquid still falling from your pussy. You can't do anything but tremble and feel ashamed. You don't want to admit it, but deep down y're just as impatient as he is. He had made you forget about all the shit you had been through until now, and you want him to keep it that.

"S-Sukuna..."

"You better not say my name like that if you don't want me to destroy you right now." he says letting out a gasp. "I'm holding back 'cuz I don't wanna hurt you."

The force with which he holds your waist keeps increasing. His finger marks will surely stay on your skin, but you don't care.

You keep moving, impatient to feel his cock entering and leaving you again and again, but of course, y're not going to tell him that.

"Sweetheart, I don't think I can be like this for a long time. Can I put it inside you?"

You feel too embarrassed to answer, but Sukuna takes your silence as a yes.

As soon as you feel his cock, you immediately let out a loud moan, quickly biting your lips again.

"Oh my, this is so good. Make your pussy keep squeezing like this." Sukuna feel like he's losing his mind whenever he takes out his cock to put it back in even deeper.

"Sukuna, please s-slow down." your hands are gripping the bed sheet, which is the only thing you can hold onto right now.

But Sukuna is too focused on listening to the smacking noise he makes as his balls hit your ass over and over again to understand what y're saying.

"Hey Y/N, I already told you to not use your teeth" he complains separating his dick from your mouth.

How long have you been like this? How many times have you come already? You don't know exactly the time, but you feel like it's already morning, and Sukuna's still determined to continue because "he hasn't come enough."

When you heard him saying two, you indeed heard right. You were able to find out when, while he was fucking your pussy, you felt him also put something else in your ass.

You nod in silence, with your red cheeks, unable to look him in his eyes because of the embarrassment you feel, but apparently that bothers Sukuna a lot.

"What do I tell you when I ask you something, Y/N?" he says grabbing your chin to force you to look into his eyes. "Look at me, that's what I tell you." he answers his own question when he sees that y're still in silence.

"S-sorry." is the only thing you can say.

"Open your mouth, sweetheart." he orders you before putting his dick back in your mouth. "And be more careful this time, okay sweety?" he asks, stroking your hair as he watches you making an effort to make him feel good.

You try to suck him like he asks, but you feel like you're choking and running out of air every time you try to go deeper.

With your free hands you masturbate his other dick—both were so red from having come so much.

“Y/N” he calls you while trying to push you away again. "I'm about to come, you don't want me to do it in your mouth, do you?" he asks, but you continue sucking him awkwardly. “Fuck” he says between moans, grabbing your face and forcing his cock in as far as it will go.

After a few seconds you feel a thick liquid on your tongue, and that's when you pull away. You start coughing a lot, which worries Sukuna.

"Damn, did I go too far? I'm sorry" he apologizes quickly, but you wave your hand trying to tell him not to worry. "Anyway, why did you do that?"

"It's my way to apologize." you say when you stop coughing.

"So you did that because you thought I was angry?"

"Ujum." y're about to add something more, but you see that both of his dicks have become as hard as before. "Why are you...?"

"Oh sweety, you don't know what a monster you've woken up with what you just said."

And, with that phrase, you know that you won't be able to leave his bedroom for a long time.

— a/n: i definitely don't know how to write smut, i need someone to take away my internet.

[a-local-idiots-shitpost]

Mc breaks them out of jail

Lucifer:

how did Lucifer even get placed in jail in the first place?

maybe Lucifer finally snapped and killed the wrong person

oh well not like it matters

anyway when he first saw he thought you where just here to laugh at him

which to be fair was also one of the reasons

then he saw you pull put explosives

he was shocked at the fact you didn´t blow up the entire prison

partially because it was predictable partially because it was a lot of explosives

but I guess all that matters that there were no unnecessary deaths (the Guards who found you while escaping don´t count because Lucifer hated them)

Mammon:

honestly at this point why wasn´t he in jail like ever

he makes so many shady deals it was only a matter of time

he was really really happy

mostly because he knew you where there to save him

and he was surprised by the fact that you just brought some Lockpicks

“Mc! this is no time to be jokin´ there is no way ya co-”

and it´s and Mammon´s speechless perfect outcome everybody

until this day neither of you know how you got out without people getting hurt or either of you even being seen

but it worked out so no one cares

Leviathan:

h-how did he even land in prison

cyberbullying? hacking? did he insult a shitty politican??? who knows

one thing is for certain he is not made for prison

not only because he has to *gasp* interact with people but also because he will miss all of his events...

and because he will probably get punched

let´s be real Levi doesn´t know when would be the right moment to stay quiet

he was ready to cry when he saw

and when he saw that you where carrying crow bar

his first thought was that you where there to finish him

he was really happy when you just destroyed the lock

and he got scared again when he saw what you and the crow bar where capable of when someone found you two

Satan:

he killed the wrong person

some asshole politician just pissed him of Satan just decided

“alright let´s just kill this dude”

he could also break out on his own but decided seeing what you come up with would be funnier

and the property damages would piss of Lucifer another reason why he wants to know what you´re capable of

he was sadly disappointed by the fact you just broke the bars with your bare hands

come on Mc he could have easily done this! you where supposed to blow up the prison

but he get´s to take his anger out on anybody that crosses his path

which does make the situation at least a little bit better

Asmodeus:

Asmo started a Multi level Marketing scheme and couldn´t charm his way out of it this time

which means he goes to prison

he wouldn´t have minded if it was a pretty one

but this one is everything but pretty

and he hates it there, they don´t even allow him new nail polish! what´s he supposed to do watch the old one peel of? no thank you he´d rather die

he was actually so happy when he saw you because he thought you were here to bring him hi things

and even happier when he found out you were here to free him

you would think both of you would leave without any any corpses

this is wrong

Asmo was angry and honestly rather he takes it out on random Demons than anyone you guys know

Beelzebub:

he ate a bunch of Demons because they didn´t have any food anymore

because he ate all of it and no one was there to calm him down

honestly it would have been safer for everyone involved if they just brought him to Lucifer

considering the prison is now pretty much empty

hell you didn´t even have to to do anything either they just freed him to get rid of him or Beel just destroyed his cell bars

there wasn´t even anyone there to stop you guys they were just happy to get rid of Beel

Belphegor:

he fell asleep somewhere where he wasn´t supposed to

personally I believe he fell asleep on a road just to cause chaos

he didn´t even know he got imprisoned

he just thought he fell asleep on the roof again

he barely even noticed that you came to visit him

or that you brought a bunch of explosives to free him

one moment he was asleep the next he was slightly on fire

after this stunt no one even stopped you from carrying Belphie home

they were just happy to have you leave

[towriteloveontheirarms]

"Prologue"- The kissing booth AU

part 1 of 4 || series masterlist || next part

pairing: modern!Aegon II Targaryen x Reader, side modern!Aemond Targaryen x modern!Floris Baratheon

summary: You hadn´t been kissed at the ripe age of sixteen years old, that is no secret to Aemond. After all you grew up together, however throughout all your childhoods and even know you have a different secret to keep. One that could possibly destroy your longest friendship.

word count: 1,4k

warnings: language, mentions of character death and grief, mentions of fighting

note: Here it is my darlings! The prologue for my first ever series. Let me know what you think.❤️

You are born in Kings landing memorial hospital. Same day, same time as Aemond Targaryen, your best friend. Your mother and Alicent Hightower were bffs ever since before people even knew the term. Thus you grew up basically as twins. You were inseparable. For as long as you can remember Aemond and you loved to dance. If there was one thing at your young age of six years, it was that dance machine at the arcade, which would turn out to be your favourite place to dance. That year Aemond got a scooter for Christmas, which you tried riding. Big emphasis on tried, seeing as you almost immediately broke your leg. Aemond signed the cast and started something that would soon turn into a tradition between the two of you. He bought ice cream as an apology.

After your leg is healed you go to the pool with Aemond and his older brother Aegon, who against a protection fee consisting of ice cream, chases of some bullies for you.

Not too long after that you fond yourself in the hospital again. This time it is Aemond who sits on the shitty, small bed. Crying as he tries to process the fact that he would soon lose sight in his left eye. The sight in that eye had been gradually getting worse for a while. It is the hardest you had ever seen him cry.

At age eleven you watched Aegon in his first fight at school. He won.

Then your world as you knew it got shaken up, as you ound out that your mom was sick. It was strange seeing her in the hospital for the first time. You try to stay strong for your father and your younger brother though and try to get used to seeing her there. To say it wasn´t easy is an understatement.

Getting into a fight with Aegon for beating up Aemond  a while later brought some normality back. Especially as you made it up to Aegon by letting him fix your bike. He is so handy.

Afformentioned normality brought you to the realization that you really liked soccer. In fact you were really good at sports.

After you visit your mother around your fourteenth birthday and before you leave the building, your father pulls you aside for a talk. Your mothers condition had gotten worse and the doctors predicted she most probably wouldn´t have much time left. After getting those news even dancing with Aemond didn´t feel the same for a while after that, but he was there for you like no one else. You spent a lot of time in the hospital that year, just sitting with your mom and trying to create somewhat happy memories. You even tried to help her put some make up on, even though you weren´t of much help. You also held her hand for a long time and only cried when she was asleep. You didn´t want your tears to pull her down more than the medical procedures did already.

You also tried to score your first kiss with Jason Lannister. It´s safe to say it wasn´t exactly a love connection. If only for the fact that he sneezed on your face as you inched closer. So instead you watched Aegon getting really, really cute.

The same year you went as a pirate for Halloween. Aemond as the black swan, going all out to include the tutu and makeup and everything. It made you laugh the most you had in years.

Only to have the floor pulled from underneath your feet the next year, when you had to say goodbye to your mom. She had lasted a lot longer than the doctors had thought and that made you proud and happy. You had a lot to say to her. Sitting in the grass beside her grave for endless hours as you told her all about Aegon. Who you didn´t realize you had a crush on just yet.

Months later you watched Aegon ride his motorcycle for the first time. Only to then watch Aemond try to ride Aegons motorcycle. Ending in Aegon teaching Aemond a lesson for sitting on his motorcycle. A lesson consisting of pulling up Aemonds boxer briefs until he gave in and apologized. Only letting him go with the warning to never do that shit again.

Your sixteenth birthday Aemond and you start out by celebrating that he got his dream car. Only to learn not too long later the full extent of just how mean girls really can get.

Your next fail at a first kiss happens while playing seven minutes in heaven. You are alone with Cregan Stark and everything looks like it finally is playing out fine. Your Faces inch closer and you are about to celebrate that he, unlike Jason, hadn´t sneezed in your face yet, when you feel your foreheads bump together painfully. It was no big deal you, tried to tell yourself, but still it gnawed on you, that at the ripe age of sixteen, you still hadn´t been kissed or even been on a single date yet.

The pit in your stomach got bigger when you finally realized you had a crush on Aegon. As probably the last person in your life. Well, other than Aemond, who you hoped, would remain blissfully unaware of the fact until you got over your crush.

Which you did… mostly.

Savouring the last fleeting moments of summer at Aemonds pool. You are painfully aware of the passage of time. The end of summer and the start of the school year, but it´s moments like this that make you wish things could stay this way forever. Aemond sits on the pool lounger beside you. Lathered in sunscreen and sunglasses shielding his eyes from the mid-afternoon heat. The peace of the moment doesn´t last long though as school doesn´t want to wait until the end of summer to torture you.

“Student council expects an idea of our dance club this week, for the fund raiser. We need to come up with something. Something good. Fast.” You turn towards him. Lazily sitting up on the lounger you were lying on before. Aemond looks at you, opening his mouth to reply something when you are distracted by his brother walking in. It´s like the scene in one of those guilty pleasure romance movie. You push your sunglasses up to watch Aegon´s bare upper body glistens with sweat in the sun as he comes walking up the stairs to that lead to the area you and Aemond are chilling in. Shirt slung over his shoulder casually as his free hand runs through his silver hair. Everything feels like it was happening in slow motion.

“Hey, princess.” Aegon´s teasing as usual tone pulls you back to reality. He knows that you hate being called that.

“Hello, Aegon…” You shoot back in an equally teasing tone. You know he hates being called that.

“You, when did you get those boobs?” He points to your very well formed cleavage, that is hidden only by a skimpy two piece you decided to wear to tan.

“That must´ve been about when you were in Football camp, Asshat.” Aemonds interference is well meant, but not helpful at all. Prompting you to scoff at him.

“Aemond! Number two, please.” Number two of your friendship rules stated to `Never share our secrets with anyone else.´

Aegon laughs and shakes his head. “Mum and dad are out of town this weekend. Party starts at eight. No assholes.”

“Does that include you?” Aemond means to say it quietly, only for your ears, but somehow his brother hears. Prompting him to shove your friend in the pool.

You join in with Aegons laughter as he walks away.

“Gods, he´s such an ass.” Aemond grumbles, crawling out of the water, grabbing a towel to dry himself off. You however don´t see any of that. Instead your gaze is fixated on Aegons rear as he walks away.

“I know right…” You whisper distracted but appreciatively.

“Hey! Do I have to remind you of rule number nine again?” Rule number nine was Aemonds responsibility and it was a big one for him. `Relatives of your bestie are totally off limits.´

“What? No, come on! Ew” You huff at him.

“Yeah? You got a bit of drool, right there.” He motions to the corner of his mouth.

“Oh really?” You ask with a mischievous glint in your eyes. It is the only warning he gets, before you throw Aemond back into the water.

The rest of the afternoon the two of you spend pointlessly brainstorming ideas while tanning and drinking ice cold lemonade, homemade by Alicent, who had become much like a bonus mom to you by now. Until the sun starts to set and it is time for you to return home.

[icarusallusion]

I think MGSV really robbed us of a Kazuhira and Quiet properly written relationship and really took away a proper characterization of the two, especially Kazuhira as he has already had a good characterization that they took away. In Quiet 's scenario they literally just need to write better female characters, it's so awful.

While friendship definitely didn't have to be how their relationship went, I think some sort of mutual bitter respect between them would have fit, but instead we get a very disturbing take on them with Kazuhira calling Quiet like awful things, talking about killing her, and blaming her for getting attacked.

Quiet is seemingly respectful of Kazuhira and doesn't seem to hold a grudge against him, and Kazuhira is shown to accept people's wrongdoings and still show a respectful professionalism around them in the past. Kaz kinda hates Ocelot and Big Boss (venom snake but kaz thinks it's big boss) in MGSV but still respects them and treats them like a proper coworker.

We can also see this with Paz a little bit, pre MGSV.

Big Boss quite literally kidnaps him and talks about doing horrific things to him if he doesn't join, months later he's in love with him as a legend and then in MGSV a character that minorly inconvenienced him is suddenly his mortal enemy, it just doesn't make sense to me.

Not to mention Ocelot and BB were both part of Zero, worked with and for him, but we never truly see Kaz get angry with them for this.

Kazuhira understands throughout the games the manipulative pull Zero has on people, but when it comes to morally wrong female characters they aren't written.. good. In turn, they write the male characters that attack them bad as well. Taking Kazuhira and making him someone who's just angry all the time and so easy to hate for newer players was awful to me. I loved him in Peace Walker, traitor and all. However, I see new players blindly playing MGSV as their first game and DESPISING Kazuhira because they haven't seen him in his proper characterization, haven't seen him outside his dehumanization of Paz and Quiet and his overall anger.

AS WELL AS HOW HE TREATED PAZ, it was so weird to me. Obviously he's angry but even before they found out Motherbase was destroyed Kazuhira rants and rages and calls her a bitch and other like shitty things and it was so weird to me. Because in Peace Walker, he literally admits he's in the wrong for even letting Paz on the base in the first place, post her betraying them horrendously, Kaz still speaks with some fallen foe respect towards her

But then when it comes to Quiet, Kaz participates in the dehumanization and ridicule of her while also ostracizing her from everyone else. Strangely enough the only characters we see really hate Quiet are background Diamond Dogs soldiers, they don't build any reason to hate her for the player which just makes Kaz look crazy. From a non meta point, to not have Kaz have at least some decency towards Quiet when nobody else really has a problem with her except the soldiers was weird.

It felt like his deep rooted hatred with Cipher was just squeezed into a character, because the lack of proper expanding on Quiet really felt even more uncomfortable when all we got was ass shots and dehumanization especially.

I think MGSV could've been a good game if it didn't try and take itself so serious. The seriousness of battle overshadows the time spent with Quiet and with Kazuhira and literally every other character that could've been properly expanded on.

I love MGSV, I love Metal Gear in general. However, it fails it's characterization so much, more especially in modern games like Revengance and Phantom Pain. They are good games, but when all the women are written as rage bait without any proper reason to hate them at all, it sucks. When characters in general regardless of gender are destroyed of their former written self, it sucks. I could go into this with so many other characters but I couldn't stop thinking of Kaz and Quiet and how they come directly from the lack of proper female writing as well as the lazy writing that really spoils MGSV for a lot of people.

[kazisgirlfriend]

I’ll never fathom how the same group that have this endless well of empathy and compassion for Viren and Rayla will then zero in on Callum being this morally dubious sociopath because he smirked or glared once.

But like, actually...

Viren is granted all this compassion and deference to "he means so well" for doing the barest minimum of realizing how his shitty behavior is at the root cause of everything that went wrong from s1 on, including screwing up his daughter to the point that she may destroy both herself and the world. Standards are in the basement for this one.

Rayla has had a complicated relationship with doing the right thing (willing to lie, steal, break social convention for what she thinks is justifiable) that makes her genuinely interesting and fits perfectly with her status as the "Rogue" of the group. Yet all of this gets whitewashed in place of some vague sense that she hates herself and needs to learn how awesome and amazing she truly is, and extremely self-serving and self-congratulatory message focused entirely on a wish-fulfillment character (because that's why she stole from Callum, she didn't realize how amazing she was /s).

Callum, meanwhile, can never do anything right. His smirk in 3x09 (more reminiscent of Amaya's confidence than Viren's sadism) is twisted into some sort of ruthless bloodlust. Two words from a non-canon gamebook about Callum's "inner circle" now matters so much that there's now this complex "Callum's hierarchy of care" floating around based on nothing but "trust me bro." Inconvenient facts like Callum saying returning Zym is "the most important thing any of them will do" or the lead writer talking about Callum's efforts in doing the right thing get completely ignored.

"Bias" is one thing, and people are allowed to have their own favorites. But let's not pretend that Viren/Rayla are angels while Callum is some amoral sociopath who just happens to be on the good guys' side.

[woodchipp]

"You were overcame. You were sick of everything."

Okay. Mind actually showing us how Sunny got to this point, though?

and wow. the prose is written so well. i can feel the frustration /s

Also, wouldn't "overwhelmed" be a better fit in this context?

"Your precious violin lay shattered at the bottom of the staircase."

"Precious" violin? Didn't the game imply he only saw it as a means to spend more time with his sister? Lost Library outright states he was annoyed by having to practice playing it!

1) For how important their big argument is to the plot, we never even get to hear it, nor does the game bother to show exactly what served as the straw that broke the camel's back and drove Sunny to destroy the violin. I, for one, would've been genuinely interested to learn that. Maybe Mari could've said something so deeply upsetting that Sunny saw no other way to "get back" at her for hurting him? That would've made his anger a bit more understandable, imo.

Of course, giving characters understandable reasons for doing what they do is an outdated writing convention.

2)

"MARI was yelling at you."

I love how Sunny gets this large and detailed rundown of his feelings at the moment and all Mari ever gets is this sentence. Yeah, because who cares about what she thinks? Who cares that she actually has a valid reason for berating Sunny? Her point of view is irrelevant since she's Wrong™ and she's about to get stuffed into the fridge anyway!

What nuanced storytelling.

3)

"She didn't understand you at all... She didn't understand that you just weren't good enough. The only thing you hold onto was your anger. This pain... was it her fault?"

This is laughable. "uuuuu nobody Understands the limitless depths of my sufferi-" shut the fuck up. you did a shitty thing and you're getting rightfully called out for it.

I wouldn't be as harsh if the game put effort into showing how Sunny progressively grew exhausted (and exactly how harsh Mari got when he made mistakes), but it doesn't. I won't do the writer's job for them because I shouldn't have to.

(I know I said this a hundred times already, but for the purposes of this post, I needed to reiterate.)

4) Why were they arguing specifically at the top of the staircase in the first place?

Note that neither the caption nor the photo seem to show Mari being physically violent with Sunny, yet he interprets her getting in his way as a "fight" anyway. If the fight in question was verbal, that definition doesn't fit because Sunny isn't shown talking at any point during the argument.

"Photo of a Murder", huh?

Granted, Sunny is 12 and obviously has no idea what manslaughter is, but "murder" implies an intent to kill. A more neutral term like "death" would've been more appropriate here, imo.

Different words mean different things.

I think I see why these were scrapped. The game labeling what Sunny did as a "murder" wouldn't have allowed the narrative to paint him as an unfortunate victim of circumstance, now, would it? :)

>>"It was an accident, right?" >>"Photo of a Murder"

lol and lmao

"Nothing but scratches."

Because falling from a staircase apparently doesn't leave any bruises that would've incriminated Sunny. No one could differentiate a neck broken due to a fall from a neck snapped by a noose either, it seems.

How awfully convenient.

(No, I don't believe his parents bribed the police. There isn't enough concrete evidence to back that up.)

1) Exactly why is Basil's first thought "I can't let anyone find out what happened"? I get he's mentally unsound himself and Stressed™, but there's only so much those two factors can be used as a justification for, and what Basil did next can't be justified by them. Moreover, the fact that was the first thing he thought of suggests it's an instinctual response. What, was Basil involved in similar cover-ups before? This makes no sense.

2)

"There's no way you can tell them the truth."

Why couldn't he just say that Mari's bad knee happened to buckle at the wrong time and she accidentally fell down the stairs, then? Since the game seems to imply Sunny was more willing to open up to Basil than to his other friends, I think it'd be reasonable to infer Sunny told him about the knee. And it would be a more plausible lie for a kid his age to tell!

The game has an easy and convenient cover-up story only to choose the most unnecessarily complicated one. peak writing

3)

"Who would believe... that it was... an accident?"

Literally everyone would. Unless Sunny had a history of being violent towards Mari (which is impossible since the game beats you over the head with how much he loved her), her death being accidental would have been the first thing to cross their minds, especially if Basil were to use the "bad knee" cover-up as described above.

Yes, Basil did what he did partly because he wanted to protect Sunny. However, if everything I've just dissected was his actual reasoning for doing something so demented, it's stupid and I will call it such.

"You think you see a figure pick something off the ground..."

Love the implication that a 12 yo child was somehow able to handle a 15 yo teenager all by himself. Because that's believable.

"For a moment, you feel at peace. You hate yourself for feeling this way. Is that all, then? Is everything going to be okay now?"

I want to emphasize just how inconceivably fucked-up this is.

Sunny's immediate reaction to the sight of his sister's hanged corpse upon snapping out of his dissociative fugue isn't horror or panickedly asking Basil what he has done.

It's relief. He feels at peace.

He's relieved that somebody cleaned up the mess he made.

[aita-blorbos]

(FANFIC)

AITA for using my brother's depression against him in an argument?

Okay, I know that sounds bad, but hear me out here. I'm (???M) currently traveling with three of my siblings, who, for the sake of anonymity, I'll refer to as S(???NB), P(???M), and M(???F). It should be noted that among all of us, P is the youngest and M is the eldest~

I won't tell the full story here as it's not too relevant, but to put it simply, P dealt with some serious shit in the past that resulted in him becoming sick, and M dying (she got better) due to his attempt to cross himself out. It should also be mentioned that our "parents" as he decided to call them, though I'd barely refer to them as such, also left the world in a similar way, though their method was more… effective. This was a very, VERY long time ago.

Soo, anyway, we showed up at S's place hoping to pick them up and take them with us on our trip, and that all worked out fine, but we decided to take a rest for a while to get settled. Turns out, get settled was quite the opposite of what we did! M ended up almost passing out from heatstroke, (something I didn't even know we could GET!) says she's felt similar before around water, (her near-death experience was rain-related,) and S tells her that sounds like PTSD. PTSD!!!

I mean, we were all shocked. M tried to ask P some questions about everything but he clammed up and refused to talk about it, though M seems pretty sure he's gotten some sort of trauma as well… Which I guess wouldn't be surprising considering what his end of the bargain was. And, I dunno… I thought I was starting to get over what happened, but with that all out in the open it kinda felt like we were right back to square one, haha~

Aaanyway, just now M confessed to listening to one of our creator's voice memos from long before they died, she found it in S's place, and ended up getting so mad listening to it that she accidentally crushed it in her hand. P is a HUGE nerd, so of course he started complaining about how that's a "important part of history" she destroyed, but personally I don't think they would have said anything worthwhile.

When I said that though, P got MAD. Like, REALLY mad. He accused me of not having the mind to appreciate anything they were saying! Which, of COURSE I don't, unlike HIM I was never a suicidal asshole with a god complex like them! I told him that, then he had the audacity to call us ALL their children, so I kindly reminded him of how they abandoned us and left us to rot. But surely that's fine, right? He's so much like them he could probably understand perfectly!

That shut him up, but then M yelled at me. P gave her PTSD and she's taking HIS side. She's way too forgiving, no way is she gonna have a fair opinion! But when I said that, she accused me of not having the empathy to have one either, as if empathy has anything to do with him being the cause of her DEATH. She— she called me the idiot! I'm not the one trying to fix my shitty little brother that murdered me! But apparently he's made "progress" that I've seen myself, and she's not gonna let being mad get in the way of healing or whatever. She said things are "different" now, said she wasn't gonna stand for the insinuation that she was stupid for wanting to fix things and just stormed off with P.

S was there for the whole thing, and they won't talk to me now. M and P have been gone for a while too, and I'm too mad to chase after them. Personally, I don't think he's made much of an effort at all. Sure he apologized and is less of an ass now than he used to be, but that's never gonna make up for what happened between them— between us! Is there just something about this I'm not seeing here?

[batbeato]

why i hate six the musical

tldr: milquetoast pop feminism that ends up perpetuating misogyny

...I know this blog is mostly umineko but this musical is so bad I need to share it with everyone. More beneath the cut.

Six is about the six wives of Henry VIII. They have decided to put on a pop concert/competition where they sing about how much their lives sucked in order to determine who had it the worst and should lead their band.

I want to preface this by saying that while I don't think its runtime (about 70 minutes, as it's a one-act musical) warrants Broadway trips / ticket prices, the format of Six is not my issue with it. I love Hedwig and the Angry Inch, which is also a musical in concert(s) format.

I also acknowledge that the creators of Six were university students at the time of first creating this musical and I am not sure that this musical went through much, if any, revisions since then. This does explain some of the issues with this musical, but doesn't excuse them.

I did enjoy a few aspects of the 70 minutes of my life I spent on this musical.

Basing each queen on different pop stars.

Most of the music sounds good and being in a theater getting hyped up over the numbers / audience interaction is probably a blast.

All You Wanna Do is a great musical number and, unlike a single song from Mean Girls, has found a place on my musical theater playlist.

The zany concept. I love that.

I watched a 2022 Broadway production of the musical, and will be basing this post off of that.

Songs

This will be brief because I don't have too many issues with the music. It's a very pop-style musical, but that's a fine choice to make. Some of the lyrics are aggressively modern, which is a bit irksome, but it's mostly tolerable, and some of the too-modern jokes/lingos are a bit funny.

I have two main gripes with the music: one is that Heart of Stone is just... boring. It's very different from the rest of the musical and it falls very flat. It's also a song about abuse apologism that downplays Henry's abusive/shitty tendencies in favor of romanticizing him. The singer also precedes the song by blaming Henry's abuse on the other wives... "raging and storming right back". So the song fails for me on an emotional level while it's at it.

The other is that for whatever reason, in the middle of the show, they decide to have a mini-rave with this song called Haus of Holbein to introduce the next queen being from Germany. It adds nothing to any of the characters. This kind of song (a bop / fun to witness but filler) is already bad enough in a normal musical, but in a musical with this short a runtime, you need to make every minute (and every song) count.

Historical Inaccuracy

Musicals are no stranger to historical inaccuracy. I am also no stranger to historically inaccurate musicals. However, the historical inaccuracy of Six undermines its core message, which is that the stories of these women matter and that they should be defined beyond their marriages to Henry VIII.

If the musical itself cannot be bothered to properly relate these women as they were, why should the audience care about these women?

These inaccuracies, combined with the very sexual nature of many of the songs, sometimes even painting these women as shallow and/or catty, completely destroys the musical's intent. Rather than honoring these women, it creates shallow, misogynistic caricatures of them.

I am not a history buff and do not have the energy to go through how each song/portrayal may have butchered each queen. I do think that, for example, portraying Anne Boleyn as a selfie-taking rumor-spreading "I wanna dance and sing / Politics / Not my thing" when a quick google search shows that she did engage with politics, quite a bit... is misogyny. Which, let's get into that.

The Misogyny

So, the premise of this show is that these queens are in a competition. That means that for the entirety of the show, they act very 'catty', they downplay each other's trauma, and they use each other's trauma as a way to insult each other. This is to the point that they start comparing their numbers of miscarriages.

At that point, Catherine Perr tells them they've gone too far, she sings a song about how she had a life beyond Henry (mostly devoted to men with a single verse about her actual life) and then it's revealed that the competition was fake and staged to show the misogyny of such a competition and how defining these women by their husband rather than their actual lives is misogynistic/shitty.

Unfortunately these woman have still spent the past hour tearing each other down and defining themselves solely by their relationships to Henry VIII. The audience has also spent the past hour eating it up and laughing/cheering.

When Samantha Pauly, as Katherine Howard, performs All You Wanna Do, she has a progressive breakdown on stage about the sexual abuse and objectification she experienced over the course of her life. It's an incredibly powerful performance, with a lot of in-character acting/singing as the concert gives way to theater. For a moment, after this very intense song, I felt a lot of emotion about how this historical woman may have been treated. And then the show returned to wisecracking and women being catty.

If SIx had a second act after this twist, where the women support each other and sing about their actual lives, maybe this twist could work. It does not, and so despite this 'message', Six primarily perpetuates what it is trying to deconstruct: erasing the history of women and their many accomplishments in favor of defining them solely by their relationships to men.

The End

This one gets its own section because it pisses me off that badly. You see, after all these historically inaccurate numbers, all of this misogynistic catty banter, all of this sexualization of these dead women for the sake of crowd-pleasing, they have an ending number that amounts to a fix-it fanfiction.

This song is about all of them never getting with Henry (or surviving childbirth) and finding musical careers and forming their band together. They sing the line "Too many years lost in his story" but what is their story. This musical has not shared it with me.

Writing fix-it fanfiction about Henry's wives starting a band together is not how you fight how women have been erased from history. It is not how you recognize the achievements of these women and respect their memories.

What is Six about? It's a musical about how women have been erased from history that erases them further, even as it claims to be about these women speaking their truth and doing themselves justice. That's not feminism. That's fucking misogyny getting a standing ovation from people who don't want to actually unpack the systemic erasure of women from history.

[idontknowanametouse]

Miraculous Rewrite AU. Chapter 3: Stormyweather

(homophobia, autistic meltdown, implied ableism)

(stormyweather redesign inspired by @miraculous-metamorphosis and @wormzandgutz)

-You ready, love? – asks Mireille, opening the door and entering Aurore's dressing room.

-Almost. – she sighs, irritated, closing the makeup kit. – Honestly, why do they want to do this poll? It was already decided that they liked us equally, that's why we present the program together!

-I don't know, it must be something to increase the audience or something. But everything will be fine, our contracts do not allow for a dismissal like that, so out of the blue, for no reason at all. Let's go?

-Let's go. – and smiled at her girlfriend, holding her hand for a brief moment before they went to the set where the program would be broadcast live.

-Welcome back, viewers!! – Alec exclaims, and Aurore has to stop herself from rolling her eyes. God, how she hates that man's voice when he is on TV. – As we said in the last block, you will vote for your favorite weather girl on our channel: Aurore Beaureal or Mireille Caquet, and also for the one you want to stay on the program!

What?

They both look at each other, eyes wide, having no idea how to react or what to do in this situation. They can't ask Alec, what the fuck? Nor can they stop the program or the vote from taking place. If they do anything, they will be fired. Which isn't much, since one of the two is apparently going to be fired anyway.

They can't do anything. After all, they are just weather girls.

–

As soon as the broadcast ends, along with her promise of a good future in her career in meteorology, Aurore goes to Alec and hits him on the knees with her cane. Marching angrily to the elevator, she waits for the door to close behind her, with Mireille trying to catch up to her from the hallway, so she can scream in fury.

She isn't mad at Mireille, she would never be mad at her because of that. She is mad with that shitty presenter who worked for the shitty enforcers of this shitty network.

When she arrives at her building, all she wants to do is get to her apartment, lie in bed and cry in frustration. And then the elevator stops and the lights go out.

-AH, FUCK YOU! – she exclaims, sitting on the floor, boilling in anger. Feeling her cell phone vibrate, she takes it out of her dress pocket and sees that it's Mireille. She answers, her voice defeated. – …hi, Mimi…

-Aurore, I heard one of the executives talking to an investor, from what I understand, they did all this shit because we are publicly dating and this investor threatened to stop the sponsorship because of that.

Aurore's blood boils. Is that why they destroyed her future? Because of some old, homophobic, jealous piece of shit who couldn't stand her and her girlfriend being happy?

She fees her breathing quicken, fury rising in her chest. She can't hear what Mireille says, and only stops when she sees it.

-What the fuck is that? – she murmurs, taking the umbrella in her hand to try to ward it off. It looks like a big, black insect, but

Suddenly, Aurore remembers what happened a week ago, above the Eiffel Tower. That horrible face made of black butterflies.

Horrified, she tries to swing the umbrella to hit the insect or at least make it go away, but it is in vain. That blackness merges with the umbrella, blurring Aurore's mind.

-Love? Aurora? – Mireille mutters, in panic. She hears something she can't understand, then hears a name she started to fear a week ago: “Hawk Moth.” – Shit. No no no no.

She realizes she needs to do something. In panic, the girl almost flies to an empty studio. She needs a camera that can broadcast to the entire city.

-

-Girl, did I tell you that your outfit is really cute?

Marinette fees her cheeks warming up and a slight smile appearing on her lips. She is very happy that Alya noticed the outfit she thought of for the day, as it is one of her favorites, particularly. Even though it is simple, they find it adorable: it is a sailor school uniform, like the ones in anime, black with green details complemented by a black belt with green details and a bow on top of her head, her hair arranged in a small braid at her back.

-Ah, thank you very much… you also look very beautiful!

-Oh, do you think so? Thanks!

Alya really looks beautiful, simple and gorgeous, with a white sweatshirt, a short black skirt and a headband of the same tone holding back her curly hair.

For the last week, after the whole thing with Stoneheart, Marinette has been looking like a nervous wreck, thinking that an akuma would appear at any moment, and in fact it could happen, but she really needed to relax. It was actually a good idea to invite Alya to spend some time there on Sunday, as she, despite being very electric, brings peace to their heart.

Unfortunately, this tranquility soon evaporates, as the TV broadcast is “hacked” by someone, with the image suddenly changing and showing… Mireille, one of the girls at her school who is Alya's friend and also the weather girl, looking like about to have an anxiety attack…?

-LADYBUG, CHAT NOIR! – she shouts, her eyes filled with despair. – THERE IS AN AKUMA IN PARIS! I don't know where she is, or what she looks like, or what powers she has, but I know she's coming here, to the broadcaster!! Please come quickly before something very, very bad happens!!

Fuck.

What was she going to do? What was she going to do? She couldn't reveal her identity to Alya like that, but she also couldn't go away out of the blue without any explanation! Only if…

-I HAVE TO GO TO THE BATHROOM! – she suddenly exclaims, getting up and running over there. She locks the door from the inside and exclaims, in her best possible voice: – Oh, no!! I think I got stuck!! Alya, can you try to find the spare bathroom key in my room?! Unfortunately, I don't remember where I left it!!

And, knowing full well that that key doesn't exist, she transforms into Ladybug and leaves through the window.

–

She and Chat Noir meet at the top of the building.

-How are you doing, my lady?

-Hi, Chat. Let's try to do it quickly this time, okay?

-What's the rush, Ladybug? The akuma hasn't even gotten here yet.

-I think it's Aurore Beaureal.

-How do you know?

-Intuition. Anyway, I have some things to do, so let's do it quickly.

-You really don't like this?

-Do you like?

-To be honest, one of the reasons I accepted was so I could decide something about my own life and act like myself for at least a part of the day.

-…that…is very sad, but we need to talk about it later.

-…are you really okay, Mari?

-Don't call me that when I'm Ladybug!!

-I'm sorry, but did something happen? You seem really nervous.

-It's nothing!! I just want to finish as quickly as possible!! – he's so fucking annoying, can't he see that she just wants to do it quickly and be left alone?!

-…I'm sorry, Ladybug.

He looks a little upset. Shit, she fucked up, didn't she? She didn't know how to socialize outside of her trusted circle, and now, because of that, she hurt Chat Noir. Before he can even apologize, the two hear a loud bang below and see the studio door flying away, pushed by strong winds.

-Fuck. She is here.

They immediately start going down the stairs, nervousness seeming to speed up her heart more and more, and stop on the top floor, where the station's owners work, prepared for when she appears in the elevator.

Well, she shows up. It is just a little scary.

She was definitely Aurore, just a much darker version of the girl. Her pigtails were transformed into lightning bolts, constantly changing in a crazy zigzag. The skirt was made of dark clouds, occasionally releasing small storms at her feet, which floated, never touching the ground. Her skin was gray, her ears were pointed, and her eyes were completely white. She wore a dark leather coat open, revealing an outfit tailored like a rag doll's, black and white striped tights and black pointy flats.

Ladybug swallows. She knows Aurore. Maybe she can talk to her.

-Aurore.

-Stormyweather. – the voice, despite still being hers, sounds like thunder. However, it is also cold, completely different from her usual expressive tone.

-Mireille called us to help you.

-You'll help me if you get out of my way and let me destroy this bastard.

-He's not here anymore.

-Then, I destroy the tower. It will be enough.

There is no way to talk to her, Ladybug realizes and understands this. She makes a slight sign with her hands. Chat Noir sees it and attacks.

As soon as she sees him coming towards her, Stormyweather creates a gale so strong that it pushes them back and destroys the lamps in the corridor, leaving them in the dark.

-Where is she?! Where?!! – Ladybug screams, her voice bordering on despair, only increasing when she feels a fast wind passing by her.

-Calm down, I have night vision!! I'll take you!! – Chat Noir then grabbs her arm and starts running.

She hates it.

They hate that with their entire being, feeling the two bodies rubbing together painfully, feeling everything heightened.

Please no, please no… I can't deal with this right now…

-Go quickly!! – she exclaims, trying to hold back the pain. – What if the military arrives, like that time?! They will kill her!!

-They won't!! We will arrive first!! They know that only we can fix everything!!

-Still, what if they arrive?! What if… – she is interrupted when he opens the door.

She hated being in the dark, with her hand being grabbed and being dragged to places she didn't know. It was almost painful, almost too much. But it gets much, much worse when they get back to the roof.

Stormyweather created a real storm, almost a hurricane, above the building. There is lightning and thunder and wind and sounds of wind and cold and heat and ice and rain and light and bangs and things touching and it is all way too much.

She starts blinking uncontrollably. Involuntarily, their feet go further and further back, seeking refuge on that staircase. Her eyes begin to fill with tears, and she feels a scream threatening to escape her throat. Desperately trying to protect herself from the sensations, protect herself from everything, she crouches on the stairs, starting to rock, back and forth, and slams her hands against her ears and screams and tries to just stop feeling.

-…! Ladybug!!

Chat Noir tries to grab her hands in panic, but this only makes Ladybug scream even more, tears escaping from her squeezed tight eyes and her feet hitting the stone floor.

What should he do?! What is that?! Why is this happening?! How should he act?! He is starting to panic, until something falls in front of him.

A towel.

Even in that state, she called lucky charm. She trusts him. She knows she can't fight Stormyweather, so she trusts him to do it.

He will.

He, not knowing if he should interfere, carefully closes the door behind him, returning to the collapsing ceiling with the towel in his hands.

-I will take care of everything, my lady. Do not worry. – he murmurs, perhaps to her, perhaps to himself.

Chat Noir quickly realizes that he doesn't have the same ability to create complex (and somewhat insane) plans as Ladybug, so he decides to do everything in a… simpler way, let's say.

By climbing onto an almost collapsing billboard, running over it towards Stormyweather, jumping on top of her and using the towel to cling to her and have an opening to cataclysm the umbrella in her hands.

Of course, he panicks slightly when the two started to fall, but he manages to use one of his crutches to stabilize his descent and hold Aurore (who is screaming a lot) with his other arm.

-C-Chat Noir? – she murmurs, shaking a little. - What happened?

-Don't worry, we've already solved everything. Can you wait a little here? I'll be right back.

-Ok…?

Chat Noir heads to the stairs, gently opening them and asking in a whisper:

-My lady?

-Hmm? – Ladybug replies, raising her head.

-How are you?

She does not answer.

-Could you call the miraculous ladybug, please? Then I'll take you home.

She holds out her hand and he throws the towel to her. She throws the towel up again, and the object turns into a billion ladybugs.

-Do you want help getting up?

She shakes her head and goes to him, her body curled up, as if protecting herself from something, and they both return to the roof. To his surprise, from the newly repaired elevator, Mireille appeared, and is now talking to Aurore.

-… cyan dress with white cloud pattern on the skirt, baby blue flats…

-Hmm? – Chat Noir's attention turns to Ladybug, who is whispering to herself. Then, he notices that she is describing Aurore and Mireille's clothes.

-Tea green sweater, skirt in the same tone with a white lightning pattern, gray tights, white ankle boots, sun pendant around the neck…

Realizing that she must be doing this to self-regulate in some way, they leave, with her hugging him and clinging to him.

–

-Aurore!!

The girl is startled when she hears her own name, and, as she turns towards the repaired elevator, she mutters:

-Mireille?

-Are you okay?! My god, I thought something really bad was going to happen!!

-I… don't remember… what… – suddenly, a flash of memory. – That son of a bitch took advantage of me and turned me into something?!

-…yeah… at least you looked prettier than that first guy. Anyway, let's leave soon, I resigned.

-What?! Mimi, no!! Why?! Just because of me?! You shouldn't have done that!!!

-Love, listen to me: firstly, I would never work for a broadcaster like that if I knew that shit, and I know you wouldn't either. Secondly, I was already going to be fired after taking that camera and breaking into the broadcast out of nowhere without anyone knowing.

-…ah…

-Do you want to go get ice cream to calm down a little?

-I want to, but… can you carry me? I left my cane in the elevator of my building… which is broken…

-Of course, sweetheart.

–

As soon as they land on the roof, Ladybug mutters:

-…sorry.

-Why?

-For that thing. For letting you down.

-Why apologize? You were clearly not well. I took care of the situation myself and it wasn't a problem, and if you're about to have it happen again, just let me know. But… can I ask a question?

-Course.

-What happened?

-Hm… I didn't want to say that so as not to change anything between us, but now there's no way I can do that… I'm autistic, and at the time I was so stressed about things and anxious and there ended up being too much around me, and that happened… it's called meltdown…

-Why didn't you want to talk? It wouldn't change anything.

-Wait, seriously?

-Yeah. You are my friend and even though I don't understand much about it, I will try my best to help me, you just need to let me know. Also, don't we have other autistic classmates, if I'm not mistaken? I would be a fucking asshole if I treated you differently because of this.

-…thanks. You are the best.

-Don't exaggerate, come on.

-At least the best partner.

-We only work together for a week.

-Stop contradicting me. – Chat Noir turns to go. – Hey, wait!

-What happened, Buggaboo?

-Stop that. You said a bad word, I'm proud of you.

-I learned from the best. – and smiles as he leaves.

Ladybug, using her poor climbing skills, manages to hang from the wall of the building to the bathroom window, entering, detransforming and exclaiming, upon opening the door:

-Oh dear!! The door unlocked by itself! It's a miracle!!

–

Alya strokes Marinette's hair while she naps on his lap and watches TV, until her cell phone rings loudly (and even then, Marinette doesn't wake up) and she answers:

-Hello?

-Hi, Alya, it's Aurore.

-Ah, hi, Aurore! Is Mireille there with you?

-Yes she is!

-I'm sorry about what happened to you.

-It's okay, we're over it. Here, y'know that news blog of yours?

-Uh, yes, why?

-Does he perhaps need two presenters who hate TV channels a lot

-…Yes. – and a smile emerged on his lips.

-

That one was really quick, but I really liked how it turned out! I think it was a nice introduction to Ladynoir dynamic and also Aurore and Mireille (they'll have other appearances in the future). Next chapter is Dark Cupid, which means things are going to start to get really good!

[dbphantom]

Oh no, that was terrible

Marinette why are you lying to Adrien about his shitty dad other than to benefit from his grief at losing another parent (and why is nobody questioning his mom being alive now? Was the universe rewritten to fix the peacock miraculous and that's it, so Adrien's mom was alive the whole time, but somehow nothing actually changed with Gabriel, msaning he would've gone down this path no matter what actually happened to his wife? Meaning he really is just a shit person?) YOUR RELATIONSHIP IS BEING FOUNDED ON LIES, MARINETTE! Let Adrien know what really happened!!!!

And why was Adrien written out of HIS family's entire arc finale??? And Kagami??? (I still don't even fully understand why her and Felix were introduced from a writing perspective in the first place other than to make things even more convoluted... I liked Felix's character don't get me wrong, but Kagami was always done really dirty, especially now). Marinette is taking away Adrien's agency by lying to his face about what his father was really like, and we are supposed to be cool with that?

And why didn't we get an identity reveal with Adrien and his dad???? The whole arc was building up to this point of conflict and then they just ignore it! Adrien could've been partially responsible for his father's death with the cataclysm and they just IGNORE IT!!!!!! His worst nightmare is hurting the people he loves AND THEY JUST IGNORE THAT HE DID THAT EXACT THING AND HIS DAD DECIDED TO SACRIFICE HIMSELF BECAUSE OF IT. Is that why they think Marinette lying to Adrien about all the suffering caused by father is worth it??? Because it's not!

Also why didn't the universe rewriting for the wish actually change anything?? I thought that was a huge thing they established before now- that making a wish rewrites the universe and destroys the current one. But nothing actually changed beyond the peacock not being broken!!! As far as we're shown the fight with Monarch still happened, which means Marinette DOES remember everything! So what the hell?? Why isn't she saying anything?! Why did she let Gabriel get away with causing all that suffering and letting him be remembered as a hero? WTF?! DEATH SHOULD NOT BE CONSIDERED REDEMPTION, THIS IS EXACTLY WHY!!

And if the universe DID rewrite, then this is not OUR Marinette or Adrien, because they have grown up with very different lives (no dead mom, for one) and the previous two were ERASED. Except Monarch was still a thing, and Lyla found the butterfly miraculous at the house, which means the fight DID happen, and if Gabriel 'sacrificed himself' during the fight then the same fight happened. Marinette even mentions looking for the butterfly in the water, so she clearly DOES remember the fight.

Or are we supposed to believe Adrien's mom was Monarch now or something and Gabriel really did sacrifice himself in this rewritten universe, and that's why Marinette isn't saying anything about how Gabriel was actually a bad guy? Then why tf is Emilie just chilling by the pool in the final scene?! Or is the Monarch in this new universe a total stranger now???

Why do I have to come up with these convoluted scenarios to explain why Marinette is going along with this random, bullshit redemption arc for no good reason??? Is she just supposed to be content that at the very end he decides to kill himself instead of Natalie, and everyone, including Natalie and Emilie, is just fine lying to Adrien about what his father was actually like???? Or did she try to tell him and physically couldn't because of the rewrite/the wish??? Is that why it wasn't actually spoken, so the writers can just "oh, it's the wish's fault" themselves out of every issue in the next 10 seasons?

But no instead of clarifying anything we just get 1000 scenes of side characters no one actually gave a shit about, all fighting the same copy-pasted enemy 30 times because we want our Avengers Endgame moment without having to work for it.

AND NO IDENTITY REVEAL FOR THE LOVE SQUARE! I'M ACTUALLY MAD ABOUT THAT ONE! MONARCH IS GONE!!! THIS WAS THE TIME!!!!!!

WHAT WAS THE POINT OF THE PAST 5 SEASONS IF EVERYONE'S JUST HAPPY LIKE THIS????????? PLEASE TELL ME SEASON 6 IS GOING TO BE THEM SHATTERING THIS 'PERFECT HAPPY ENDING' FACADE AND NOT JUST THROWING LYLA INTO THE SAME FUCKING POSITION AS MONARCH SO THEY DON'T HAVE TO CHANGE THE STATUS QUO EVER!

Also lmao they really shipped Chloe off and then Never Mentioned Her Again. That'd be hilarious if it wasn't so depressing.

Well... At least the animation was good. And the ladybug chat noir fusion looked cool as hell (besides the goofy eyes). And Gabriel was rocking those earrings. He should've worn earrings more. We were both like 'damn, he actually makes those look good'. It was such an upgrade from his silly little bald cap. I would've accepted Gabriel redemption if he wore earrings more often <- joke

Update: I'm seeing posts that the woman by the pool might not even be Emilie, but in fact her sister. That... Might be even worse. So Gabriel used his wish not to fix the peacock miraculous in the past, but instead just return Natalie to health. Shit that might be EVEN WORSE than just killing himself to bring Adrien's mom back by retroactively fixing the miraculous that killed her and almost killed Natalie. Dude just caused all that suffering for NOTHING and left Adrien an orphan. Wowza.

[ranger-kellyn]

i did end up finishing the new avatar last night, and yeah. my final thoughts are: it was fine. i think the first episode was the best, and it never really got above that. it tells the story it's setting out to tell. the bending is beautifully animated, the settings are all gorgeous, and i even actually enjoyed most of the costuming. there were times i thought some of the outfits looked out of place or cheap, but overall, for 2024, good. the backdrops made me want to spend hours exploring every nook and cranny.

beyond that, though.... ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

What's Not Working: -the insistence that the past avatars are all these hardened assholes who insist the avatar must "do it alone" and I think it was Kuruk who said "there's no 'Team Avatar'!" like?????

in the fucking FORWARD OF THE RISE OF KYOSHI, the forward that was written by Michael Dante DiMartino: "And the Avatar universe has no shortage of "must-haves." ... The Avatar can't do all this alone and thus must also have a core group of teachers and friends--a Team Avatar, as we like to call it."

LIKE!!!!!!! Team Avatar is literally a must have for the avatar!!!!!!! how can you insist all the past avatars would be hounding aang to do it alone??????????????

-i'm still fuming at having fucking kyoshi of all avatar's get onto aang for "not being there"???? one of kyoshi's whole fucking things was her anger with powerful men in the world who did nothing but abuse that power. she would never get onto a 12 year old child who just had the weight of the world thrust onto their shoulders after the genocide of their people-- HELLO???? am i too much of a kyoshi stan????? am i the insane one here?????????

-apparently sokka's actor claimed to be cherokee, but he's just a member of the southern cherokee nation of kentucky. which is on the cherokee fraud list. and while i know the bullshit that comes with blood quantum and trace lineage and just how hard it is for a tribe to get federally recognized bc heaven for fucking bid we treat natives with any dignity-- s i g h glad to see the whole "my great, great grandmother was a cherokee princess who ran away during the trail of tears!!" is still alive 🙄

-the show is absolutely suffering from the whole "the original show's s1 was like 20 episodes all around 25-ish minutes that we're now having to cram into 8 1-hour episodes".

so, in some ways, i get why they took out sokka's sexism: they didn't have the time to spend actually letting him learn.

still think it was a coward's choice.

speaking as a former shitty kid who was raised by shitty people with their shitty, narrow world views, in small town with shitty, narrow views: it's so fucking important for kids like me to see that you can change your mind. that you can have your world view challenged, and changed for the better.

-all the romance so far just Does Not Land with me. i'm a hopeless romantic, sure, but it's all so...Underdeveloped, I guess. idk if i'm the best judge here. i am the kind of person who loves a slow burn bc i love seeing every note of the relationship develop.

but it's just.....idk. sokka/suki, to me, has always been a "we're only together bc you were the first person my age i've met and i think you're cute". they're not a pairing that i think would last into adulthood. at most, they would be amiable exes who still do love one another, but are just not going in the same direction.

sokka/yue...i have to be honest that never made sense to me. again, it's just a "you're my age and you're cute" and for yue "you treat me like a regular person", but even then, their interactions were so brief in this adaptation-- if they go through with the "my girlfriend turned into the moon" "that's rough buddy" thing at the boiling rock later on, it's just......not. going to land the same way, i think.

-i know it wasn't until later in the original series that we saw it, but i still hate how it just seems like "all fire nation is bad and evil and wants to destroy the world" and it's not until the gaang is hiding out in the fire nation that you see that many of the fire nation citizen's are also negatively affected by the imperial core-- i just. wish they would have some fucking guts and show that in the live action. i wish they would show that not every fire nation soldier is this heartless war machine. if they had any balls they would show just how much military bootcamps brainwash people (but considering the us gov literally has a whole section of an agency dedicated to making sure the us military looks good on screen, i guess i know why they wouldn't take that risk. can't risk making big brother angry.)

-all of this to say that like. there's just no real storytelling risks being made!!! the point of a new adaptation should be to have a chance to tell some stories the original medium wouldn't let you! it was a kids/teen's show on nickelodeon! i'm not saying go all-out grimdark tooedgy5me, but like?????? throw me a bone SOMETHING

i made the comparison early on of "nothing worse than what happened to the earth queen in korra" and yeah. it. never really even got to that level in my opinion??

like, sure, the fire lord/fire nation soldiers burning people alive-- yeah yeah bad. killing the earth queen by suffocating her with airbending???? a bending form that was generally accepted as "peaceful"?????? that shit was fucking insane. come on pull on that string some more if you really wanted a more mature telling for the viewers you're nostalgia baiting into watching.

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What Is Working / Could Work If They Don't Fucking FUMBLE IT

-The biggest standout for me is Azula. i think they are nailing azula's character, and if they play their cards right, could do even better than the original* of showing just how tragic of a character she is. (*i'm not including any of the comics that came after the show ended since i've never read them and have no reference) (but also i'm not gonna hold my breath lmao)

i think it was a great choice to not have her be the season ending cliffhanger reveal of "ooh the new Big Bad", but showing how ozai was using zuko to goad her into a non-stop pursuit of perfection.

like, not to be an azula apologist on main, but, she really is just a perfectly tragic character. a child born in the heart of the imperial empire. a child that stood no chance at not being brainwashed by the empire. a child that her father saw as a weapon, and her mother and uncle only saw as a monster. a child who had no guidance from someone "good". zuko got iroh, azula got......nobody. the only thing azula got was the demand of perfection from her father.

sure, she had mai and ty lee, but they were her age. they didn't have the wisdom and experience to help guide her to a better path.

i think of the final fight with zuko and katara vs azula, and i think of that final moment where she's on the ground, spitting fire and just sobbing. she knows all too well what happens to people who fail the fire lord. and she knows what's going to happen to her if/when they lose the war.

-relating to above, i really do think the casting overall was pretty good. apart from sokka, it was only here and there i thought they should have done another round of casting. the youth of all the actors really just. hits home with how these are children having to save the world. aang is so babyfaced right now i just want to protect him and fight all the prev avatars for demanding a literal baby to protect the world. the child-roundness to azula's face makes her all the more tragic to me.

and i must admit-- daddy ozai fire lord ozai.......... 👀🥵

(but i will also readily admit i didn't look into the exact nationality of every actor bc i'm just one person and i also work a full time job so like)

-again, i think the scenery was great, overall. i think the people who did all the animated backgrounds for everywhere did a fantastic job of capturing the atmosphere. 10/10 hopefully it carries through bc i can't wait to see other locations.

-i am glad they seemed to have cut the shit with the northern(?idr) air temple from the original. being native and knowing just what it's like to see the homeland of your ancestors being taken over by people who just. don't. take care of the land the way it was supposed to-- it never sat right with me.

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Overall

again, it's fine at best. it tells the story it's looking to tell. it's imperfect, but so was the original by plenty of margins. as emphasized with azula, an endless pursuit of the nebulous concept of perfection will only end in disaster, or in this case, the denial of any enjoyment. i've spent 9 hours of my life in worse ways.

i'm sure i'll think of other things i could have added to either side of my list here, but yeah. it's fine. i still recommend the original any day over it, and i cannot recommend the kyoshi novels enough. i think i saw netflix say on the banner that the next 2 seasons are confirmed, so i'll probably watch it to the end.

i'm just excited that my yangchen novels get here today, because at least i can trust that F. C. Yee won't disappoint me

[midnight-in-town]

Shonen no Abyss (Boy's Abyss) by Minenami Ryo

(I usually don’t make rec posts for emotionally dark stories, but I’ve been unable to stop reading until I finally caught up in 24 hours, even though I’m in harsh exam week and I really have other things to do, so here goes nothing :))

Before we begin, I should warn: even though the art style initially appealed to me, as I was reading the first few chapters I just thought it was going to be yet another random, plot hole filled, badly written story that’s just ranting about how shitty life can be. How emo.

Well, how wrong I was!

In a little town filled with nothing extraordinary, 17 year old Kurose Reiji spends his life going to school, hanging out with a few friends and mostly helping his mom at home, with a bed-ridden senile grandma and a shut-in brother to take care of. Even though he wonders about maybe going to the university after high school, his family needs him to work as soon as possible, so he’ll probably never be able to leave his hometown. 

As he goes on with his life, one evening he randomly meets Aoe Nagi, a recently retired Tokyo idol he’s a huge fan of. As he shows the newcomer around town, Nagi suddenly mentions to Reiji that there is a hidden place in this town called “the lovers’ abyss” where two people go when they want to die together. Meeting Nagi leads to Reiji realizing that he’s got nothing he wishes to live for in his current life and he seeks a way to attempt suicide along with her.

(At this point, I gotta be honest, I was here like

._.)

I know what y’all are wondering. How and why the sudden arrival of a retired idol in this little town suddenly instilled the wish to die in Reiji? Is it fate...? Or is it a curse from the past? 

Follow Reiji, Nagi, Gen, Chako and Kazu (because on this blog, we #ProtectTheChildren) as they evolve through a carefully weaved web by emotionally manipulating adults and find out !

Who tells lies and who speaks the truth? Who can help and who will destroy? Who’s the dead teenager in star author Esemori’s “Spring’s coffin” book who also committed suicide in the town’s river around 30 years ago?

Who’s the evil demon who instigated despair in their lives? 

Watch out ~ the culprit(s) may not be who you initially think they are... :D

(Rapidly, I ended up like...

:))

Before anyone starts reading though, very heavy warning that it’s a pretty dark and emotionally unsettling story, with a lot of suicide mention but also dark twists about emotional abuse, child abuse, sexual abuse, manipulation, blackmail, anorexia, etc.  Also some female nudity from time to time (mostly in the beginning), but far from the most distressing part of this manga. 

No my poor boy, it’s not on you. 

The last thing I can say is that if you enjoyed Oyasumi Punpun, this is a title you might want to try! While in no way a masterpiece, it shares similar themes with it. Also while the beginning seems, as you may have understood, incredibly cliché, it’s a far more mysterious and deeper story if you give time for the plot to kick in. 

About 120 chapters up as of now. Let me know if you beat me by reading them all faster than in 24 hours. xD Going back to my exam week now! Hope the start of the year was kind to y’all!! :D