#like damn I'm sorry for having my own problems besides war

[beastblade69]

getting a ps4 you dreamt of since you were 11 // remembering ur ukrainian and ur living near a dumbass state which constantly bombards your country thus electricity is often off

[shyoko]

can i suggest something? can you do an ot7 enhypen story where the girl makes a prank saying that "their dicks are too small" btw i love you don't explode 😭😭

☆Prank saying that "their dicks are too small".☆

This writing is my own; no copies, adaptations, or translations are allowed. I hope you like it. (English is not my first language.) 

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A/n: I hope you like it very much. I love you too. 🩷🩷

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Heeseung☆

Heeseung moved his fingers deftly over the keyboard, stringing together attacks in his video game. His hands moved with mesmerizing speed, awakening a burning desire in you. You knew you shouldn't interrupt him-all his friends could hear him through the headphones-but... if he kept quiet, there would be no problem.

You approached, and upon noticing your presence, Heeseung turned his face. His gaze met your innocent smile, all too aware that he was hiding something.

“What is it, honey, do you need something?”

“You!”

Your friends' laughter burst out of their headphones. Heeseung sighed, muting the microphone.

“I finish this game and I'm with you, okay?”

But then he turned it back on and, with dangerous confidence, blurted out:

“She's so desperate.”

The guffaws were not long in coming.

Oh, this was a war.

You knelt under the desk and pulled down his pants in one motion. Heeseung flinched, his eyes darting between the screen and you.

“Honey...” he murmured in warning.

You smiled before speaking loud enough to be heard.

“Your dick looks small.”

Laughter erupted instantly.

Heeseung reddened, but when his dark eyes bore into yours, you knew the truth.

It wasn't embarrassment. It was anger.

And he wasn't about to let it go.

“Can you two concentrate on playing and stop laughing you assholes?”

He laid his eyes on you, and only you. And before he said a word he roughly lifted you up and glued your chest to his desk leaving his hooves right next to you so his friends could hear everything.

“Come on honey, if you apologize maybe I'll think about fucking you silly right now.”

You stirred in his arms trying to find his touch. 

Which he did with no problem sticking to your ass hard, feeling his entire length so close but so far away from you.

“S-sorry” you whispered.

His hand slapped you. 

“Who's the one who fills you so well? Who? Come on say it, sweetheart.” 

he laughed dryly as he felt your body tremble beneath him.

 “You, j-just you.”

 “That's right, just me.”

Certainly your friends had a show that night. 

jay☆

After a heated make-out session, Jay received a call from his company. They informed him that he was to attend a brief meeting to discuss some relevant issues before his return.

“Fuck...” he muttered in annoyance as he hung up.

After stealing a couple more kisses from you, he reluctantly said goodbye and walked out.

Minutes later, your phone vibrated with a message from him:

“This is torture. I feel so tight in my pants.”

“Damn, this is so embarrassing.”

“I hope no one notices.”

You smiled, amused, and decided to play a little.

“It's okay, baby. I'll take care of you when you get here.”

“Besides, you shouldn't worry...your dick isn't big enough to be noticed.”

Okay, maybe the joke was too much, but you were dying to see her reaction.

It wasn't long in coming.

“Excuse me?”

“Are you sure about what you're saying?”

“Because I'm not the one screaming my head off about how good my dick feels.”

“I'm not the one who gets desperate to have it inside her, to the point of sending audios and pictures begging for attention.”

“Nor am I the one who waits for me many nights naked and open, begging for me.”

“So tell me, are you really sure of what you're saying?”

Your face burned as you wrote hurriedly:

“Oh, for God's sake, shut up right now!”

“Shut me up.”

“And while you're at it, rest that throat.”

“Because when I come, the last thing you'll do is be quiet... So look forward to my return.”

Your body shuddered at the implied promise.

The night would be a long one.

Jake☆

Jake's long, skillful fingers moved deftly over you, provoking a myriad of sensations that took your breath away.

Your soft gasps filled the room, mingling with the sound of his labored breathing. “God, baby...” he murmured with a smug smile, enjoying the way you reacted to his touch ”You're so wet for me.”

His words further ignited the heat coursing through your body.

“Do you think you're ready for me yet?” he asked softly, in complete contrast to the intensity of his movements.

Your mind was blank, caught up in the pleasure... until suddenly, he pulled away, leaving you with an empty feeling and a silent protest on your lips.

“Shh... it's okay, baby. You'll feel even better now” he whispered, his tone laden with promise.

He positioned himself against you, the tip of his dick at your hole ready to go deep, but before he could continue, an idea crossed your mind.

“‘Baby...” you whispered, with feigned innocence. “I prefer your fingers, they're much longer.”

The silence that followed was almost palpable. Jake blinked, processing your words.

You had just implied something that was far from true.

His jaw tensed and, in a single motion, he caught your wrists in one of his hands, lifting them above your head.

“Stop teasing” he spat with a scowl, his intense gaze riveted on yours.

“I know you love my hands, but you know damn well you're dying for it to be my dick inside you right now.” 

“I said I prefer your fingers-”

You didn't finish the sentence.

A loud gasp escaped your lips as Jake entered you, he was deep inside you, his hips delivering thrust after thrust.

“How about now, baby?” he murmured against your ear, his voice velvety in perfect contrast to the way he enveloped you.

His gaze descended to your belly.

“Look where I am...” he whispered, with a satisfied smile. “Are you sure you prefer my fingers?” he pointed to your belly where the outline of his dick was noticeable.

Your only response was a shaky moan.

Jake laughed softly, leaning over you as his fingers slowly traced your skin.

“You look so fucking beautiful like this...”

Sunghoon☆

Your hands slid gently down Sunghoon's body as you descended little by little, tracing him with light caresses. Deftly, you unbuttoned his pants and slid them down along with his boxers, exposing the evidence of his desire.

You gently wrapped your fingers around him, feeling his warmth against your skin.

“Mmh~” a small sound escaped your lips.

Your mischievous gaze settled on him before you blurted out, with feigned innocence:

“You seem smaller than I remembered.”

Sunghoon froze, his expression hardening instantly.

“Excuse me?” his tone took on a dangerous edge.

“I'm just saying I remembered it bigger, honey.”

You smiled, giving away the lie.

His eyes narrowed, and before you could react, his fingers tangled in your hair with a firm grip.

“You have no idea what you're getting yourself into, princess.”

“Now I'll keep that damn mouth busy so you'll stop talking nonsense” He tugged at your hair, forcing you to look up at him.

“Understood?”

You averted your gaze, silently challenging him.

His grip tightened.

“I asked if you understood. Answer. Now.”

Your breath trembled.

“ U-understood...” you whispered.

A deep chuckle escaped his lips, sending a shiver down your spine.

“Good girl” he murmured with satisfaction before firmly guiding your head until it bumped against his dick.

You didn't need any more directions. You knew exactly what to do.

Your lips began to spread soft kisses, causing her breath to hitch. You played, you teased, you enjoyed the anticipation, but Sunghoon was not one to tolerate that kind of torture.

“Stop teasing” his gravelly voice made it clear that his patience was wearing thin.

“Open up” It didn't take you long to do as he asked by letting him enter your mouth. Quickly your eyes filled with tears from the rough thrusts he was delivering to your throat.

His fingers brushed your cheek with deceptive tenderness, wiping away the moisture built up in the corners of your eyes.

“Now, why don't you start by apologizing to me?” he whispered, his tone mixing gentleness and authority. “Before I decide to teach you what it really means to play with me.”

The air grew thick between you.

You definitely wouldn't come out of this unscathed.

Sunoo☆

You and Sunoo wandered aimlessly through the store, exploring each aisle leisurely.

When you reached the children's section, your eyes fell on tiny Spiderman print boxer shorts. The thought made you smile mischievously.

“Look, baby. For you” you joked, holding them out in front of him.

Sunoo frowned, clearly offended.

“There wouldn't even fit a part of my dick-” 

You didn't give him a chance to finish. Quickly, you covered his mouth with your hand, before he blurted out something like that in the middle of the children's section. 

“Sunoo!” you whispered in disbelief. “Are you listening to yourself? You can't say that in here...”

A laugh crashed against your hand, sunoo grabbed your wrist and pulled it away from his mouth pushing your hand down. 

Sunoo had placed your hand right on his erection, startling you. You froze as you felt the warmth of his body under your touch.

His hips moved gently but desperately against your hand, trying to soothe the big problem that was growing by the second inside his pants. 

Sunoo leaned toward your ear, her voice barely a murmur laden with intent.

“L-let's go...” he whispered, urgently, tugging gently on your wrist as he headed for the exit.

The ride to the car was silent, but the tension between the two of you was evident.

As you sat in the passenger seat, Sunoo exhaled with a shaky sigh, her gaze meeting yours.

“Take care of me...” he asked in a low tone, his expression reflecting a mixture of anticipation and restrained desire.

 He opened his pants and pulled his dick out without pulling them down, just leaving enough room for it to come out. 

Your hand slowly slid down his thigh, enjoying the anticipation in his eyes. Finally you circled his length eliciting a half-hearted sigh. 

Definitely, the wait until you got home would be too long, as you wouldn't get home without him finishing first.

Jungwon☆

You were on the couch, pretending to be on a call with your friends, just to see Jungwon's reaction.

“He's very cute, the only bad thing is that he's not very big let's say” you said with feigned indifference, making sure he was close enough to hear you.

You waited for some kind of response, but Jungwon ignored it completely. Two hours passed and he didn't even mention the comment, which made you think that maybe he hadn't heard it.

Instead, in the evening, when his lips took yours, you realized how wrong you were.

His kiss didn't have the usual sweetness; it was more intense, more demanding. His tongue pushed its way in firmly, while his hands roamed your body with a possessive touch.

Clothes piled up on the floor, your hands took over everything until he ended up on your breasts. You were ready for more, for him, but just as he was about to continue, he suddenly pulled away.

“Where are you going?” you asked, puzzled.

Jungwon looked at you calmly, but his tone was anything but innocent.

“To the living room. I don't think my dick will satisfy you, so you'd better take care of it yourself.”

You froze.

“N-no, wait...” desperation seeped into your voice as you stood up and pulled him to you. “It was a lie, I promise.”

Jungwon tilted his head, enjoying your reaction.

“ Darling, it's no problem. I'm sure you can manage without me.”

But before he could take another step, you clung to his neck, your lips searching for any way to stop him.

“Please...I was stupid” you whispered against his skin. “I can't without you...”

Your eyes were glazed over, and he noticed immediately.

Without a word he took you in his arms and placed you on the bed towering over you.

“You look so sweet crying for me...” he murmured with a satisfied smile....

He leaned over you, his gaze dark and full of intent.

Finally, he gave you what you so desperately needed, making sure you learned your lesson.

Ni-ki☆

You shed your clothes at the same time as Ni-ki, feeling the warmth of her hand taking yours as she guided you into the shower. The water began to fall, sliding down your bodies as steam enveloped the atmosphere.

A soft chuckle escaped your lips.

“What's wrong?” asked Ni-ki with a smile, not understanding the reason for your amusement.

“He looks so adorable when he's asleep...he looks tiny” you said, pointing down mischievously.

Her smile faded instantly. His eyes darkened and, without warning, his hand closed around your neck with a firmness that made your breathing quicken. In one swift movement, he spun you around and pushed you gently against the wet shower wall, pressing his body against yours.

A gasp caught in your throat.

“I remind you that this dick” his deep voice echoed in your ear “is the same one that leaves you shaking every time. So stop talking nonsense...or you'll go a month without it.”

The heat radiating from her body, added to the contrast of the water sliding across your skin, made you shiver. Her hips brushed against you with intentionality, her grip on your neck intensifying from time to time, as if marking each word with her touch.

Every second that passed, you could feel him growing up right behind you seeing more clearly the effect your joke had had on him. Ni-ki grabbed your wrist and forced you to turn around, facing his chest, noticing the difference in height between the two of you.

He moved even closer, forcing you to lower your gaze.

And then you saw it.

The size difference was overwhelming. How in just a few minutes he had been able to grow to the width and length he was now.

“Well, baby?” he murmured with a sly grin. “Does it still look adorable now?”

Your pulse shot up.

You were definitely in trouble.

[a-hermit-pining]

Hiya!! I always see these ship event posts in whichever fandom I'm in and I finally decided I'll submit a request for the funsies!!

I'm about 5 ft and I'm a Korean American. My hair is black and styled to a wolf-cut. I also have glasses. My sense of fashion is more lenient to all in or nothing/I'd rather dress up than dress down. I adore being feminine with all the cute skirts, ribbons, etc. But I also love being masculine!!

I'm in a military program at my school and also in the D&D club. I used to do figure skating, ballet, and take art classes, but now I just read books/manga, play video games, and do some arts n crafts in my free time. My friends say I'm really positive, kind, and innocent, but in my opinion I'm also clingy, stubborn, and mean at times. I'm really hyperactive and high in energy. I like collecting random knick-knacks from the ground and bringing my plushies everywhere.

Sorry if I yapped too much, but thankies and I hope you have an amazing day!! :>>

Hi, thank you for sending in a request 🙋🏻‍♀️This event has me questioning my life because damn everyone here is a doing so many diverse things.

Your perfect mix of feminine and masculine habits makes you the perfect match for this king of chaos. I ship you with the ultimate baddie of this group- none other than Sylus

You both are a great mix of work hard and play hard. 10/10 a supportive king. He will be there with you in any of the anime cons or gaming events.

"This is Mephisto's pile," Sylus announces, gesturing to a heap of shinies the crow had gathered over the past week.

Mephisto caws indignantly, feathers puffing up like a wronged noble.

Unfazed, Sylus moves to another box, flipping it over and dumping its contents into an even bigger pile.

"And this," he deadpans, staring directly at you, "is Mephisto’s mother’s pile."

Both you and Mephisto immediately look away, ignoring his piercing gaze.

A long, pointed silence.

Sylus sighs. Deeply.

"Can you two please spare my cufflinks?" He kneels down, gathering them up like a war survivor reclaiming lost artifacts, storing them back in their case, which, at this point, is half-empty, thanks to you and Mephisto.

You glance at Mephisto. Mephisto glances at you.

Mephisto caws.

You nod solemnly.

Sylus narrows his eyes. He knows that look. It means nonsense is coming.

"I do use these," he continues, running a hand through his hair in exhausted resignation. "Did I not buy you both your own collections? Use them."

You plop down beside him, completely unrepentant.

"That’s not fun!"

Mephisto flaps in agreement.

Sylus mutters something about needing a raise.

"Besides," you add smugly, "you know where we keep them. You can just take them back whenever you want."

Sylus stares at you. Then at Mephisto.

He exhales sharply, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"That’s not how ownership works."

You pat his arm reassuringly. "Sounds like a you problem."

Mephisto steals another cufflink while Sylus is distracted.

Sylus watches it happen.

Mephisto hops away with his prize.

A long, deep sigh.

"I need a drink."

You grin victoriously, stretching out on the bed like a cat that just knocked over a priceless vase.

"Aw, but you’re so fun to mess with," you tease, resting your chin in your hands.

Sylus shoots you a look. A long-suffering, dead-eyed, I-should’ve-seen-this-coming look.

Mephisto caws in agreement.

[darklinaforever]

https://www.tumblr.com/darklinaforever/743510853004984320/the-fact-that-aegon-is-a-rpist-in-the-series?source=share

People can love any kind of characters, I love Kylo Ren myself (although I don't like Darkling), but at the same time belittling Aegon fans, just because YOU PERSONALLY don't find the character interesting, but justifying characters who used violence against women IS double standards, really. I might as well say that Aegon r*ped a maid in the series because his mom and dad didn't like him, your explanation of the actions of Darkling and Ren sounds exactly the same. NOTHING justifies the fact that Darling put a damn collar on Alina to control her powers. Again, you can love anyone, ship anything, but don't be a hypocrite and shame others for what you do yourself.

It's not hypocrisy to tell the truth about fictional characters.

I have no problem with people liking Aegon II as a villain. What he is.

I have a problem with them trying to justify deny the fact that Aegon II is a rapist, something that consistently arrives in my inbox at the moment.

Again here you are trying to say that this is something that only comes from the series, except that I repeat, that is not the case. Aegon II is also a rapist in the book.

Also, I have a problem with people trying to compare him to the Darkling and Kylo Ren, two character types that have nothing to do with Aegon II.

Really, I don't see the connection between Aegon II the rapist and the Darkling, a morally gray character committing evil actions with an overall noble goal, having been raised by a toxic and abusive mother with no taste for the noble causes and the compassion in general, a miracle that he is endowed with it, and the character of Kylo Ren / Ben Solo abused and manipulated (groomed) in order to join the dark side since he was literally a fetus.

The Darkling and Kylo Ren / Ben Solo have big extenuating circumstances for what they become, namely morally gray characters with morally gray actions and not pure villains, as the role of Aegon II and the Team Greens.

I doubt you can compare Aegon II to Kylo's situation that I just explained, or the life of persecution and danger that the Darkling had to endure for several centuries for himself and his species making him what he is today.

How can you even think that compares / becomes an equivalent to the fact that Dad Viserys and Mom Alicent wouldn't like Aegon II ?

The simple fact that you think that this could be some sort of extenuating circumstance is disconcerting.

And I also don't see the relationship between Aegon II, rapist of a woman, and Reylo or Darklina, relationships located in contexts of enemies to lovers with an overall consent between the two parties but which obviously do bad things to each other in view of being on damn opposite sides during a war !

I don't see the hypocrisy in pointing out the simple truths surrounding the characters. You can't compare Aegon II to these two. It's a simple truth, and I'm sorry if it shocks you. The characters have nothing to do with it.

I would like to add that if you find Aegon II interesting, great. But it's kind of funny that I've never seen a single fan of his be able to explain what they found so interesting about this rapist, misogynistic man, besides probably being a pedophile in his own right. era. All that, in the book ! But people are free to try. The same goes for saying that you prefer the Greens team because their story is amazing. How is it ? Strangely I haven't seen anyone be able to explain it without making up lies about the characters, or explain it in relation to the real canon events of the book, instead constantly mixing them with those of the series, or the Greens are nothing more than a bunch of right-thinking hypocrites that the writers try very hard to victimize.

It's not justification to explain how a character becomes what he is. At best as I said it gives extenuating circumstances, at least if it is directly linked, like with the Darkling and Kylo. But again, that's not justification. This is just fucking understanding.

I also advise you to go to the blog of @stromuprisahat and @aleksanderscult in order to have a better angle of view on this whole situation of the necklace for Darklina, itself complex, whether you like it or not.

The only extenuating circumstance that Aegon II could get is having been educated by a bunch of already nasty misogynists, even if it doesn't seem to me that Otto and Alicent are potential rapists, or even potential pedophiles. Oops. Not really equivalent to the fact of having been manipulated since fetus for a very specific purpose, and of having suffered centuries of persecution therefore...

GRRM does not look at the life of Aegon II in particular either, simply because he is characterized as a villain in the story itself, not meant to be endowed with any redeeming traits or complexity/gritness. GRRM doesn't care about Aegon II and therefore, generally speaking, I don't.

There is once again no complexity in Aegon II and his behavior, unlike the characters of Kylo Ren / Ben Solo and the Darkling. He's a pure villain, written and characterized as such. You can like Aegon II as a villain, but stop justifying / ignoring the rape party, let alone comparing it to gray characters like Kylo Ren / Ben Solo and the Darkling. It just makes the person look like a jerk.

Also, I literally explained how Kylo Ren / Ben Solo's behavior towards Rey was not abuse. They are only enemies in the middle of a war who fight when the time comes ! Just replace Rey with a man, without the romance, and no one would call it an abusive relationship ! They would simply say that this is what two people fighting on opposite sides of a war are like. And the same if Kylo had been a girl and Rey a boy, I'll hold it ! No one ever said that the Sorsha and Mardmartigan relationship from the movie Willow was abusive that I know of ?!

I repeat myself, but in what Kylo Ren abuses Rey when exactly ? During the so-called torture that Kylo allegedly subjected Rey to in episode 7 ? From 1, they are at war. 2, they are enemies. 3, Rey has information that could be valuable to Kylo's side, it's literally his job to interrogate Rey. And 4, he was gentle and careful with her, avoiding hurting her. So damn, we have to stop with this stupid "torture" scene. What exactly do you think the TRUE torture scene of Poe by Kylo at the beginning of the film was there for ? It served as a contrast to Rey's situation later. Poe was beaten and had his mind searched in an extremely painful manner. Rey was having none of that. Do you want a real scene of torture suffered by Rey ? Snoke in The Last Jedi, or this time, Rey screams in pain like Poe when his mind is invaded. And if you come to point out all the times Kylo and Rey fought, should I remind you that it's war and they're in enemy because they are in different camps ? Just the basic thing that forces them to be against each other ? I also remember that when he sent her flying against a tree she was going to attack him first. I also remember that it was Rey who first attacked Kylo Ren on the Death Star, invaded by the dark side. I remind you that Kylo has I don't know how much chance of killing Rey or really harming her during their fights which he never does, while Rey for her part, as soon as she has the slightest chance of farting on him Shut up, she does it. (I love her for that) Once again, if we were on two men, or if we swapped sexes between Rey and Kylo Ren / Ben Solo, no one will come and talk to you about an abusive relationship. Or maybe it's such an obscure minority that you won't even come across one !

But anyway, I don't even see why I would stop to explaining something so obvious, since I could simply respond with :

Aegon II is a rapist book and series, which Kylo Ren and the Darkling are not. Aegon II is characterized as a pure villain without redeeming qualities, which Kylo Ren and the Darkling are not.

In my opinion, very sufficient reasons why I love these two but hate Aegon II and hate those trying to come and justify to me / deny the fact that this loser is a rapist and try to prove that he is a complex character.

And you want to know something funny ? I like Aegon II. It's true. He is a villain I deeply hate, who disgusts me and for whom I have no pity. A good thing actually, since that's supposed to be his role in the Fire and Blood story. Aegon II is a good villain who fulfills his narrative function correctly. So I like him as a result of that. But not for its so-called depth or non-existent complexity. I love him, for what he is. Namely once again a good villain fulfilling his function. This is how people should love Aegon II instead of coming to my inbox to explain that he just acts like any man of his time (which is not true) and that he is not a rapist (which is also false), but just a sexual abuser (wtf ?!). Or even dare to compare him to Kylo Ren / Ben Solo and the Darkling. (Double wtf ?!) And I also like him a lot in the series, but this time mainly because of the very talented actor, who brings a charisma to the character that is not present in the book. See, you can love Aegon II without saying royal shit.

This is what I denounce and which I am full of and which I judge. People coming to tell me that Aegon II is not a rapist, or that he is just a sexual abuser and that he only acts like a prince of his time. Basically, bullshit. That's what I'm full of. I don't care about people who just like him as a villain. Most people love fucking villains. I'm a fan of Maleficent from Sleeping Beauty ! A being who likes to do evil for the sake of doing evil !

My other problem is that most Greens and pro Aegon II teams will act as if their characters were less bad, or equivalent to the Blacks team populated either by gray / complex and or heroic characters to give themselves a better conscience for loving a team of villains.

And sorry, but that doesn't make me a hypocrite. It makes me someone who knows how to differentiate a villain from a gray and complex character. This makes me a person who knows how to differentiate rape from enemies to lovers in contexts of war with opposing camps.

The incredible nerve of receiving messages like this explaining to me that we can like whatever we want in fiction. No kidding ?! I didn't know ! However, I'm not the one who goes into people's inboxes to spit on what they like even if I don't like it ! They are the ones who come to my inbox spitting on what I like, insulting me and giving themselves the role of right-thinking / morally superior. Not me. I give my opinion on my tumblr without annoying anyone. And if the fact that I'm telling truths about fictional characters bothers you, then just move on.

Aegon II is a rapist in addition to being a character belonging to the villain camp who is also misogynistic. This is a pure and simple truth. And I therefore hate the people who come to support me to the contrary, while having the nerve to give me moralizing speeches to love a character (Daemon Targaryen) whom they will accuse of being the real rapist while their poor favorites do not is just a misunderstood prince of his time. The good joke... It's that simple. And once again I don't see what's hypocritical about it. In fact, it's more the fans of Aegon II and the Greens team in general who look like big hypocrites.

[erasedcitizen2]

ALRIGHT TUMBLR I HAVE FINISHED DRAGON AGE THE VEILGUARD

AND SO I RETURN

and here are my thoughts under the cut, WILL CONTAIN SPOILERS so don't click unless you're ready for that.

messy AND VERY LONG thoughts on the game in no particular order here we go:

y'all i am so torn about this game. i don't love it. i REALLY wanted to love it. I went in with a truly open mind and honestly pretty damn hyped, nothing i had seen before release had managed to taint my opinion going into this. but i did not love veilguard. I didn't necessarily HATE it either, but it's the type of game i really am not sure if i'll ever be able to bring myself to replay.

For those interested it took me roughly 90 hours of playtime to finish the game (have not counted me playing the character creator for 4 hours into those 90 hours lol... lmao....). I have done every quest (except for 1 very minor side quest when at the end i felt fucking DONE), I have explored not 100% of every area but like 85-90% of all statues and chests and shit found in all areas. And I have 92% of achievements in that first playthrough. So I was fairly thorough cause I could tell I might never touch this game again but I'm not a completionist.

My Rook is named Valeria de Riva and she's an elven rogue and an antivan crow. And I love her face to bits she's short and adorable, those 4 hours in character creator was worth it lmao but oh boy do i regret the voice I picked. i'm sorry but Erika Ishii's voice acting did NOT click for me in this, the delivery felt terrible 85% of the time. but I have that problem with inquisition too so whatever.

I also had headcanoned that Valeria de Riva was originally born as a slave in Tevinter, and bought by the Antivan Crows as a kid. As we've been told since origins that the crows buy kids (see Zevran). BIG FUCKING MISTAKE to make headcanons like this for veilguard. nothing about Rooks antivan crow intro contradicts this kind of headcanon but the game will randomly spring information about your character on you depending on background you've picked, Rook isn't a blank slate but you also don't get to know what character you're fully playing from the start which annoys me.

The antivan crows have also imo been extremely.... idk?? softened?? white washed???? and that frustrates me a lot as someone who wanted to play a character that was a little bit at war with the faction they were from. It annoys me that the antivan crows are now just freedom fighters and heroes according to the narrative and you have no chance to ever question how they do things. it also feels like a weird thing to say but there is too little racism in this game. by which i mean we finally get to see Tevinter and we don't really ever get to see how elves are treated within Tevinter. The only slaves we ever see are the mustache twirling evil venatori sitting on some poor dudes in that one scene.

which bring me to the fact that THERE ARE NO INTERESTING VILLAINS IN THIS GAME. none. (Besides Solas, depending on if you see him as a villain or not I guess.) everyone is just evil and crazy. I'd have loved Elgar'nan actually as a villain, and I'm fine with him (and Ghilan'nain) specifically being evil and crazy, he does come across as imposing and scary to me and a better villain than corphypants. BUT SINCE EVERY FACTION WE FIGHT AGAINST IS JUST CRAZY AND EVIL, it kinda falls flat to me. I'd have liked to see more people side with the gods for more ambiguous or misguided reasons I guess, like maybe the elves?

I wanted more conflict and tension between the races of thedas from the fact that the elven gods are the ones causing all this. some consequences from the narrative? but there's nothing like that.

the writing is in a lot of places at best bland and at worst... bad. i love how much we get to interact with our companions in the lighthouse and that they have their own relationships and conversations, but quantity does not beat quality. I'd love this system of having conversations if the companions and the romances were more interesting. A lot of the companions feel bland to me cause they start out mostly perfect from the get go, there's not a lot of room for character growth or you know... any form of character arc?

I romanced Taash and it's an alright romance, I like Taash. and I guess the reason I like them is cause they are one of the few companions that aren't perfect and I've already seen Discourse about hating them for it. I guess sometimes they are A Little Bit Difficult??? They're not sure who they are at the beginning and isn't great at expressing themselves, they have very short responses and I felt at least in the romance path they learned to get a little bit better at this with Rook. But I really wish this could've been expanded on MORE, their problems with dealing with their emotions are just something they mention to Rook but it's not really shown.

AND ALSO... despite the game being more 'handcrafted' with 'less filler'.... I STILL think it has too much fucking filler and boring quests??? the combat was fun in the beginning but overstayed its welcome imo.

BUT AFTER ALL THIS DISAPPOINTMENT.... I still leave the game with an alright feeling I guess cause what I DID ENJOY OF THE GAME WAS EVERYTHING THAT HAD TO DO WITH SOLAS. INCLUDING THE ENDING THAT I GOT. I think they nailed how to do him in this game, and his dynamic with rook, and the lore around him and the ancient elves and the titans etc etc. I'm extremely satisfied with the happy solavellan ending I got and it felt fucking good to have the three important women in his life (lmao) convince him to redeem himself. and that he didn't get an easy way out, like dying for that redemption.

SO THIS IS THE FIRST TIME I THINK I'VE EVER EXPERIENCED MOSTLY KINDA DISLIKING A GAME/FINDING A GAME BLAND BUT LOVING THE ENDING???? usually it's the other way around with bioware games??? so... yeah.

[daisyjules1011]

Television on in my living

This is the first time my eyes hurt, not from the bluelight

But from the horror glimmering in it

Ghastly images of humans who look and feel like me

One for the money, two for the show, three to get ready

And the forth one was killed

Someone beside me says it's a sorry sight

Moves on to watch NFL and what not

All the story tales in the world live inside a small box

How so different they seem

We are all flesh and blood

Bones beneath skin and a heart beneath the armour

Some of us die from boredom

Some of them die of starvation and waste

The reporter with her face carved of stone exclaims

'The hostages were showered in gold and platinum'

Then killed in broad daylight with barbs made of silver

Skip the channel and you are saved

For us how easy is it to escape

The portal to escapism lies in our hands

Their hands are filled with sticks and stones and guns

So young, yet so old

So full of hope, but the eyes are filled with doom

The fat monster with his sticky hands and shiny shoes

Sits atop a jeweled throne

Brandishing statements about what he would do

Just for a second I believe him,

Because it is easier to believe than face the reality

Making proclamations in comfort is nothing revolutionary

I do it to, so does my dad, and the guy across the street I see everyday

All of us share the earth, we were told

Then why do we get it for free while they have to fight for it?

I have five homes across the world

There's a child of 3 who belongs to no one

No country, no homeland, and no mother to call his own

Things that are nightmares for you and me

Imaginations that haunt your teen

Is a normal day for the child of three

I can't do much I say, after all what power do I have to make any change

We delude our ourselves,  make ourselves weak, play the victim card,

Break our bones and refuse to mend

Just so we don't have to fight the war

Just so we can say 'I'm powerless'

How do I tell my daughter that this world is pretty and kind and generous?

When she turns on the TV, she's gonna call me a liar

How do I tell my son that the men are strong and powerful and virtuous?

When he turns on the TV

He's gonna give me a look soo murderous

I'll tremble in fear

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In a faraway land,

A mom sings a lullaby

While a child falls asleep to the sound of a gunshot

How can I enjoy a glass of wine if it reminds me of blood

How can I read in bliss, when words are stolen from their lips

How can I feel the sun on my back, while there's someone shivering in the cold

How long can this land hold the grief and suffering

The soil is sick with blood

We are the gen-z crowd, we proudly convey

We are meant to care about deeds and feats our parents didn't even think about

But when it comes to action, we are as useless as a broken condom

The millennial and boomers in here, you haven't done anything much either

Because some of you started it in the first place

I believe that by writing this poem

I'm doing the world a favour

That I'm someway, somehow doing my part

There's that damn delusion again

Always creeping up in the wrong places

So you didn't put in a brick in the fire

That doesn't mean you didn't stroke the devil

That doesn't make you innocent

We wave white flags all around

Ask for peace, ask for love, ask for humility

Did any of you get it?

Bright Sunday morning

Reading the body count like it's a math problem

When did we become so emotionally stunted

We care about our nails and hair and suits and house and cars and perfumes and all the bullshit things that don't make any sense

But if someone asks us for a pen we'll stab them in the eye and call it a prank

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It's very simple the universe follows our lead

The universe doesn't make us, we shape it

By our thoughts, by our actions, the way we speak to each other

And frankly the current state of affairs isn't surprising to me

The world has seeped our energy, it seems

We label callous behaviour as cool

And if someone dares to speak up

They are called intense and aggressive and too much

We shun them into silence

Send positive thoughts, mediate, the stars look so pretty tonight

Such bullshit!

My earth is failing and you ask me to look up at the stars!!

No, i won't sit and listen,

I won't forgive and forget,

Won't turn the other cheek or a blind eye

We have been silent for far too long

Our activism has made us weak, given us a reason to not do anything

So I won't sit and listen

I won't forgive and forget

I will be positive not because I want to ignore the venality and depravity

It's because my treacherous heart still believes

[annisseta]

Team

English is not my mother tongue, I hope you like it.

Being a shield agent was the worst thing that could happen to her, not because of the demands of the job or the time one has to have a social life, but because of the fact that she was constantly seeing Captain America in that suit too good for humanity, especially if she unconsciously sought contact with him.

This day was a special day, there was a beautiful opportunity to talk to him with more confidence, the human resources department had given an announcement for a team activity for better coexistence between agents and those things she didn't care much about.

The activity was very simple to give a gift for orphanage children, they did it several times a year but this time she would take the initiative to ask steve rogers if he wanted to team up with her.

when she found him she realized that he was about to enter the elevator so she hurried to run to catch him, if he hadn't seen her she would have hit the door giving herself a good blow, she arrived panting next to steve, she was nervous and above all shy, with only a few seconds she recomposed her breathing to smile as kindly as she could.

-Good morning captain, thank you for not letting me knock on the door hahaha.

She tried to sound friendly but melted inside to see him smile as he always does, she couldn't stand to see him for long so she focused on the elevator door.

-I hope you get to where you need to go on time-

Steve spoke nonchalantly, but it was impossible for her ears not to turn red, she just thought over and over about how to make the invitation, she thought about what would bother him or if he wasn't interested at all but they were orphans, how could they not want to.

He steeled himself after a few seconds of overthinking and also seeing that they were about to reach the floor where Steve was apparently going to get off.

-Captain, excuse my curiosity, but what do you think of the human resources activity?

It was a quick question and I didn't even look at him so as not to see his reaction but the silence on his part was not normal so I looked at him out of the corner of my eye, apparently he had taken out his cell phone.

-Captain?

-Oh I found it, it seems like a good action, sorry, I'm not aware of the usual activities in the missions.

She swallowed thickly and then let out a laugh that she tried to go unnoticed since she was even more nervous, apparently he had no idea.

-And would you like to participate?

It was a step, with this question he would know if he would continue with his own mission, Steve continued thinking about it and then answered.

-maybe yes, why not-

She bit the inside of her cheek, Steve had no idea about the activity, he couldn't help but wonder if he would comment on teaming up, besides the fact that his answers were short and direct, it gave the impression that he didn't want to talk to her.

Even though she had everything against her inside her head, she went for it all or nothing, but she didn't get the timing right so the door opened and the captain set off on his way, taking long and strong steps making it difficult for her to reach him.

-Damn it, Captain Rogers!-

She shouted and her voice echoed in the parking lot, embarrassment took over her when he turned to look at her intently, she had never felt his cheeks so hot, she was silent for a few moments before speaking forcefully

-Do you want to be my partner for the delivery of the gift for the children of the orphanage? I'm talking about the human resources activity-

I didn't look away, I was waiting for the answer and I only received a kind smile from him causing a hole in my stomach quickly

-Yes, just choose two gifts and look for me to give you my share so you can buy them-

I smiled with false joy while I nodded my head vigorously watching him say goodbye happily and without any apparent problem, this time he had lost a battle but not the war, he was not going to give up on his mission to spend time with Steve Rogers. failures 1 attempts 1 conviction 100%

[askrockandfriends]

"All right, since I'm apparently the butt of every joke in this election, lemme show you why everyone else is unelectable. Then you'll see why I'm the best candidate for the job."

"First there's Luigi... what do you even do? In both elections you've been in, you've just talked nonsense and done nothing else of note, yet the people can't just can't get enough of you, it seems! What even are your political positions?!"

"And there's Waluigi... dude, you can't even get into Smash Bros, let alone the office of the presidency. And for the love of God, run on a platform other than 'I hate Luigi, vote for meee'! You're literally only popular as a meme, not as an actual character. You're not that important, dude. Deal with it."

"Aqua's a moron who just drinks and cries all the damn time. I'd destroy this country because I want to, she'll destroy it simply because of her stupidity and irresponsible decision-making. No, you can't just throw explosion magic or Kazuma at every problem you face, girl! Solve your own damn problems for once in your life! Or is that too much for a so-called 'goddess'?"

"Homer Simpson. Oh my god. Homer Simpson. What's there to say about this fat oaf other than do you really see this idiot running a whole damn country? He can't even get his own family in order, the hell's he gonna do about an entire country? Not to mention giving him the nuclear codes and then pissing him off is a recipe for disaster. I'm honestly surprised his son can still breathe with all the times Homer's gotten mad and strangled him half to death... can someone please call CPS on this fat bastard and get it over with? Either way, Homer's a fat, dumb, irresponsible, and emotionally immature oaf who should be nowhere near any kind of political office. *mocking* D'oh! D'oh! D'oh!"

"Okay, can we not stand here and pretend Giovanni's not only interested in exploiting the office of the presidency for his own personal gain? It's just like anything else he's ever done in his life. Pokemon, running a Gym, Team Rocket, now running for president... all just things done in the name of making money. I'm sorry, did we not learn from Wario four years ago about people only being interested in money? Not to mention, as an NPC puts it, 'Team Rocket will do anything for the sake of money. There's no job too dirty, no deed to heinous, no crime too wicked.' I guarantee you crime will skyrocket under Giovanni, and it'll be spurred on by Giovanni himself!"

"Edelgard. Three words: War. Fucking. Monger. Hope you like the idea of the country being in a never-ending war for five years or more, because that's what you're gonna get with this conqueror wannabe. And the worst part is, it'll all be because of HER vision of what the country should be, so if you like our nation's people being drafted into an endless war they might not even believe in and making Vietnam look tame by comparison, by all means, vote for this crazy Albino bitch to be your next president."

"Which brings us to Batman... oh, boy, here we go. Batman. What's there to say except if you're half as 'just' as you think you are, then why are your enemies always escaping Arkham Asylum and terrorizing Gotham whenever they see fit? Doesn't sound very 'just' to me. Sounds like the work of a guy who's incompetent at best and maybe, just maybe, doesn't give a shit and only wants to look like a hero for justice at worst. You want to be just, Batty-boy? How about locking your enemies in a place OTHER than Arkham Asylum, and maybe, just maybe, turning yourself into Arkham, because you clearly have some unresolved issues that are feeding into your bat persona, Batman!"

"Yami Yugi... okay, exactly what are you planning to do in office besides play cards all day? Because newsflash: that's not the be-all-end-all way to solve every problem you think it is, dude. Eventually, you're gonna have to do something else to solve a problem, and will you even be ready or willing to do that? And can someone explain to me the relationship between Yugi and his counterpart Yami Yugi? Because there's something about a millenia-old spirit living in the mind/body of a high school student that's just giving me major ick vibes... come to think of it, I didn't even mention whatever's going on with Batman and Robin, did I? That's another one that's worth a few questions at the very least... mind explaining that to me, you two? Because these can be some pretty serious accusations if you let them get too out of control..."

"And that's why the other candidates suck, and you should vote for me, Junko Enoshima, for president in 2024."

JUNKO 2024

[olderthannetfic]

I'm gonna say it. I fucking hate "legal readers" with all my fucking heart, soul and body. All of them can step on legos thrice a row and cry about it.

You see, sometimes consuming whatever entertainment media in Spanish is a fucking pain in the ass, because foreign corporations take their really long time to bring to us, Spanish speakers (specially LATAM ones, fuck Europe), that entertainment media we want to read/watch/listen to. So we of fucking course have to go with the method that all gringuitos in Twitter hate and moan and cry about: piracy. I'll be more specific: fan traslations of manhua. Sorry "legal readers" (I'm totally fucking using this way to call 'em as derogatory), but we read that shit illegally. But I'll be fair, they're aren't always gringos. Sometimes they're latinoamericanes too with really USA-poisoned brain.

You see, a month ago or so BiliBili made a public recruitment for Eng to Esp translators. When we saw this, we teared up with fucking joy. Finally! We can read in our language, in the App/Website! We can support our fave authors and illustrators! But most importantly, we won't depend of shitty business as Seven Seas! We, fans, can and will do the job we love to do because we love manhua! Joy, pure fucking joy.

That, until BiliBili just yesterday (or two days ago) realesed the Spanish version. Legal readers apparently were stupid enough to ignore the fact that since the beginning BiliBili was hiring fan traslators and fans in general for the job and when they saw that a lot of people and groups (like GreyHands, they made a great fucking job translating MDZS to Spanish, I'll be forever grateful) that did those illegal translations were NOW doing it LEGAL, they started a war.

"How DARE BiliBili to NORMALIZE illegal translations??? How DARE BiliBili to give job to those horrible bad BAD people who MAKE authors SUFFER when they translate illegally???? How DARE they to make the illegal legal????". They wanted to boycott BiliBili Comics for THIS. They started doxxing and harassing the people that now are working to translate manhua to Spanish (specially one specific person who said that they translation will be also uploaded to TMO [the MangaDex for Spanish speakers] besides BiliBili). But y'all want to know the best part? Those damn legal readers fuckers went to KOREAN authors and cried over this. Why? I think that even God doesn't know the answer, but the Korean authors also started the dumb as fuck discourse about this saying as well "how DARE BiliBili do this????".

Like. My good pendejos imbéciles, can y'all hide better your classism? Please? As a nice suggestion.

Piracy is the only option when corporations ignore your fucking existence until you start being loud enough for 'em to care. And sometimes is the only option when the corporations now know your existence but are absolute GARBAGE and want to abuse and do a really poor job. We LATAM, as a whole continent, are very poor. Things that bring us joy are expensive, we have to fucking survive but we still have the DAMN RIGHT to enjoy WHATEVER we want. And this includes manhua, donghua and danmei novels. And is also true for whatever people in whatever country that is poor. But those legal readers just HATE the fact that we can still ENJOY things. They hate that we can enjoy manhua in our very own language for free. I don't care what you pay, good for you that you can do that and you'll still have money to eat and pay rent and do other things, that's your problem. Good for you, truly. But this isn't everyones life. Why y'all legal readers hate the fact that FANS are working free for FANS to bring 'em joy? If I had enough money to survive AND buy things legally (implying that corporations treat the authors good and they don't steal absolutely anything from 'em) I'd do it in a heartbeat. Without doubt. But I can't, because I don't have that money but I have the right to be happy for a few minutes/hours. (And please don't fucking start the "Local Library Discourse" in the notes because I'll throw legos at y'all who do because gringos love every damn time to bring this up even tho you could be talking about a total different and unrelated subject.)

I'd hate to hate the fact that other people can enjoy things and be happy and find a job when they're poor or when they just want to be nice to poor fans.

--

People are quite dumb about piracy. They believe corporations' crying about how every illegal watch/listen is a lost sale, but it never is, even in rich countries.

[thesunicarusfellfor]

Icarus( did I spell that right? ) my beloved does you have any yandere c! Technoblade and philza with a shy reader stories? 👀

Feel free to take as long as you like I'm in no rush hopefully you don't mind me requesting alot if it's a problem then I will stop requesting as much as I do

Agian I love your writing have a lovely day or evening my beloved(platonic!!)

:D

Darling Mooshroom, I adore you so much (platonically). You have my full permission to fill my inbox with any and all requests that come to mind. I love the ideas you give me and you're the only one who has requested more than once (other than anons but I can't tell with them.)

Also. Philza Philza Philza I FINALLY GET TO WRITE FOR THIS MANS WOOOOOOOOOOOO sorry ignore me. Unfortunately, this story will be shorter than my normal ones because I used up the majority of my brainpower on other stories and I feel bad for keeping you waiting <3 (plat)

(Techno is not part of sleepy bois in this story. Instead, Techno and Philza are ancient gods and set more in like Ancient Egyptian times?? Really low key Yandere in this story)

TW: Yandere, mentions of a creep, getting robbed

Mortal of Gold (Yandere!C!Techno x GN!Shy!Reader x Yandere!C!Philza)

Was it your appearance? Or your shy personality? Perhaps it was the various amounts of golden chains and jewels sprinkled strategically all over your person...

Crows and Piglins were naturally attracted to gold, so that's how Techno justified himself, but Philza wasn't stupid, he's been through this many times before. He knew what being in love was.

But they had never felt so... Strongly towards a mortal before.

The God of Blood and War continued trying to deny his feelings for you, but he always found himself watching you shuffle around the Ancient DreamSMP, curled in on yourself as you walked to and from shrines for the gods that you had made.

Philza, the God of Survival and Crows, leaned over a bowl of ink and water and stared into the swirling designs, watching as it shifted into a picture. He saw a lovely figure kneeling at the base of a statue, placing a bowl of fresh bread and cakes, before lighting some incense and standing up, their head dipped in silent prayer.

The winged god chuckled softly and adjusted his large hat before cupping his hands together in a bowl shape. Slowly, with very minor concentration, a golden chain appeared with an emerald heart shape dangling off of it. With a small but sharp whistle, a black crow swooped in through the window and perched itself on his arm, "Yes Dadza?" It chirped telepathically, tilting its head curiously.

"Hello, my child. I would like you to place this on the young mortal's doorstep. I trust you will be able to find it?" He smiled softly and held out the piece of jewellery to the feathered creature who picked it up in its beak.

"Sure, Dadza!" The bird gave a squawk before hopping over to the bowl of ink and water to study the appearance of the mortal. "Oh! It's (Y/n) again! Didn't Technoblade recently cause a man to meet his end because he was rude to them?"

The man sighed, rubbing his face with his free hand, "Yes, Techno is brash like that... I should speak to him about that after... Now, be on your way. I would like them to receive the gift before they start putting their faith in other gods." With another telepathic chirp, the bird quickly took flight and headed out the window. Once his beloved crow, Chat, was gone, he leaned over the bowl again.

The mortal was now praying to Technoblade's shrine, after giving an offering of beer and herbs with the incense now re-lit. Phil decided to disperse the image with a wave of his hand, beginning to make his way to his old friend, the God of War and Blood.

With a flurry of black feathers, Philza landed on the balcony Techno had designed specifically for him and closed his wings neatly behind him, "Techno?" He called, walking through the red curtains into the room of the God. When his emerald-coloured eyes landed on the tall man, he discovered that he was hunched over a large bronze dish like he had been moments ago.

"Yeah, I'm here." The pink-haired male sighed, adjusting his glasses before pushing his long hair out of his face as he looked up from the bowl. "What do you need, Phil?"

"I'm here to discuss (Y/n). That mortal we are both smitten with?" He watched as the god's cheeks visibly turned pink despite his tough demeanour, causing Philza to chuckle into his hand, "Relax. It's obvious. And I know how you had one of your followers beheaded that poor fisherman."

"Millionaires. Not followers." Techno retorted with a scoff as he stepped away from the bowl filled with likely water and ink. "In my defence he deserved it. He should've known better and held his tongue when being in the presents of one of my worshipers."

Phil wasn't able to hold back his sigh, "Millionaires? Good grief Techno, you're just making up words at this point. Besides, that's not the main reason I flew out here," The Survival God's eyes suddenly darkened, catching Techno off guard but nonetheless made him happy, "I heard... That (Y/n) has been getting threats from the village of L'Manberg."

Techno frowned at the thought of anything happening to their favourite mortal. The images that appeared in his mind caused the voices in his head to roar in anger, demanding for human blood to be spilt across his shrines.

"Yeah. I suggest we put a stop to it. But, I do want to meet our little mortal..." Philza smirked a bit, raising his hand in an attempt to stop Techno from seeing how violent his thoughts were becoming towards the humans.

-

You couldn't help but smile as you saw the new jewellery that had been placed at your doorstep, scooping it up into your hands and taking a moment to put the necklace and solid gold armband on. You were quite aware that the vast amounts of jewellery covering your body made you a target for thieves, but you trusted in your gods to keep you safe.

On your eighteenth birthday, your village had dressed you up and offered you to the gods in exchange for safety and a good harvest, chaining you in the middle of the dessert on a stone platform. You would have perished from starvation had a black crow not have carried a basket filled with the ripest and fresh fruits you had ever had. That's when you knew that Philza was watching over you.

Technoblade had started watching over you not long after that. On a trip into the village for yeast to make bread to offer Philza, a creep had cornered you in an alleyway. He began making disgusting remarks towards you, but a man with glowing gold eyes and red sclera came up and pummeled him into the ground before completely vanishing. It had been a high priest of Technoblade's Syndicate temple who told you that it was the God of Blood and War who saved you.

"Look," Techno whispered under his breath as he saw you standing in your doorway with a soft smile. Philza peaked around the corner as well, watching you attach the jewellery to your (s/t) skin with a smile of his own, "I take it the necklace is from you?" The tusked male asked as he pulled the hood on his cheap commoner clothing up to cover his noticeable pink hair.

Phil did the same, trying to hide his inhumane blue eyes from view, while also trying to shoo away Chat who was relentlessly teasing the two of them, "Sh! Chat, it's not like- No. Shut. WHat?! I'm not being a creep!" He hissed to the blackbird, trying to bat it away with his free hand, while Techno was snickering to himself, "Wait, no! This is my bread, (Y/n) made it for me! Get your own!"

After watching his old friend get bullied by Chat for a few minutes, he turned back to watch you walk back out of your home, holding the cup of beer you had placed at his shrine earlier today. Your offerings were always his favourite... He would burn this entire village down if they tried to chain you into the desert again... Actually.. That was a good idea...

The two gods silently followed behind you, watching you nervously try your best to avoid social conversation, but they noticed how the other mortals seemed to look down upon you for wearing so much golden jewellery.

"H-he-hello..." You murmured out meekly as you approached the man selling fruits and different herbs. Leaning forward, you carefully inspected the cranberries and cinnamon specifically, knowing that they were Philza's and Technoblade's favourite offerings.

You heard footsteps walking behind you, but because the market was busier than normal today, you decided to brush it off. Until you felt someone gently grab the golden jewellery dangling from your ears, giving it a light pull, "Solid gold, ey? Aren't you a poor little peasant?" A voice male voice cooed softly in your ear, causing you to spin around quickly, backing up until you hit the table that all the fruit and herbs were placed on.

Dream. The high priest of DreamXD's temple. The God of Control and Manipulation. This man truly believed he was the walking incarnate of the god himself, and even named himself after the god! Truly a maniac...

"Dream..." You murmured softly, your body trembling and flinching away from his touch, "I-I'm not giving them to you for you to offer up to your twisted god... I worship Technoblade and Philza... No one else."

The masked man growled in annoyance before he snapped his fingers and two men in masks grabbed onto your shoulders before beginning to tear the golden jewellery off of your body. Snapping the golden chains off from around your neck and wrists, pulling the earrings out of your ears and the golden bands from around your biceps. The entire time you yelped and begged for them to leave the gifts you had received from your gods alone, everyone else around you putting their heads down and averting their eyes, pretending not to see you.

A flurry of black feathers clouded your vision and you heard three hard thuds before a loud barking voice echoed through your ears.

"How DARE you!"

"Techno! Help me burn this damned village to the ground!"

[dangerousstrawberryshark]

I'm not Mad

A/n: Hello, My 🍓Little Strawberries🍓! I'm back after 5 days? Of being away. Also, I know this pic is from "Defending Jacob" but this was the best I could find. (Totally not because I'm lazy to find another one.)

Chris Evans x Boyfriend reader

Warnings: passionate smut?, no kinks, and fluff

Requested from @nighthunter241

They requested: Male reader is at work while his boyfriend Chris is at the infinity war premiere (their relationship is a secret, so he did not go). While at work he hears some of the other workers talking about how Chris accidentally announced him having a boyfriend. After some days have passed, Chris goes back home and talks to the male reader apologizing about how he exposed the relationship (thinking the male reader was angry with him) But the male reader is relieved that he does not have to be a secret anymore. They celebrate by having a dinner date which ends with the two having a steamy moment (smut).

M/n: Male name

Word count: 2534

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Hope you enjoy it! Sorry if it's bad! Sorry for any errors that are found.

TWO BIG ANNOUNCEMENTS AT THE END!

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You were currently at work just doing serving the masses. Everything was going amazing but early a Karen decided to make a fuss.

Flashback

You were just minding your own business, helping some employees until out of the corner of your eyes. You see a woman, who looked like she was in her mid-30s, with blonde hair pushed to the side with some strands on the other side, and wearing sunglasses.

She was yelling and screaming at the poor woman. It looked like the young lady was going to start crying. She was causing a scene, everyone was just pretending like they weren't seeing or hearing anything. Only giving a few glances and some were recording.

"How about you go back to Mexico!" now that's where you cross the line. Well, you crossed the line a long time ago.

"Ma'am, that is highly offensive, and I suggest you leave immediately!" you butted in.

"NO! I won't leave until I have the manager!" She yelled at you, even though you told her to leave in a calm voice.

"I. Am. The. Manager!" You said in a slow tone. Your left eye was twitching and the smile you were giving was twitching. You were this close to losing it.

"Well, sir, this damn immigrant fucked up my food!" you just looked at her like "really?" She was mad over that?! "Okay, ma'am, you could've just ask instead of throwing an adult tantrum."

Her face looked like she was offended. Then she went back to yelling and screaming. "Listen here! I gonna have to ask you to leave or I'm calling the police."

She just screams and screams, annoying the over customers who have to sit through this whole problem. Then she yelled, "He hit me! Stop hitting me!" She said that while she reaching behind the counter to hit ME.

"Y'all are seeing this right? I'm not evening hitting you! My hands are right here!" You just lost but thankfully the police arrived and escorted her out.

"Finally that woman is gone."

(Don't be a Karen, if you don't know what a Karen is then look it up.)

Flashback over.

But other than that, your day was going amazing. Especially since your boyfriend, the famous, Chris Evans was coming back home after the Infinity War premiere. Yes, you were dating the one and one Chris Evans.

You were still at work on your break until you overhear one of your employees. "Really?" "Yeah, apparently Chris Evans has a boyfriend!" two girls were chatting and looking at the other's phone. "Lucky to whoever is dating him! He is literally daddy material."

"Yeah, but they must be cute together! I wonder who it could be?" the two girls began to squeal. They didn't know that their own boss was dating Chris.

Now, you didn't know that he leaked your guy's relationship but you're not mad at him. You're actually relieved and happy that it's not a secret anymore.

All you could do was wait for his return.

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Time Skip (2 days)

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Chris was driving his way to yours and his place. Yes, you and he live together. Many thoughts were running through his head. 'What if he leaves me? What if he's mad at me? Will he still be with me?'

Chris just couldn't stop thinking all about the negative thoughts. He knew you wanted to keep your guy's relationship a secret but he accidentally let it slip.

Flashback.

"So, Chris- do you have a girlfriend or boyfriend? Or are you in a relationship?" someone asked.

Chris wasn't thinking properly and accidentally said, "Yes, I do have a boyfriend-" Chris stopped himself but it was too late. His eyes widen but tried to play it off.

Everyone was now talking. It was at that moment Chris knew, he fucked up.

Flashback over.

Chris finally arrived at yours and his place. He approached the door and took a deep breath before ringing the doorbell.

You were sitting on the couch just minding your business watching videos on YouTube until the doorbell rings.

'Chris is here!' you yelled in your mind excited to see your boyfriend. He finally arrived from the Infinity War Premiere.

Once you opened the door, you were immediately engulfed by two large hands and the sounds of Chris crying? He held you tight until he spoke.

"Please don't leave me M/n! I didn't mean to say that! I know you wanted to keep it a secret but- I just-..." Chris said crying his face off. You looked at him confused until you remembered what he meant.

"Please don't break up with me! I'll take you out to dinn-" You cut him off there.

"I'm not mad Chris. I'm actually glad that you told everyone." You said in a soft voice as you wrapped your arms around his neck calming him down a little.

"So, you're not mad?" you shake your head no. "Can I still take you out?" you rolled eyes and smiled, "Whatever makes you happy."

You and Chris just ended up cuddling on the couch for the next 4 hours. Chris was scheduling your guy's date at someplace. You hoped it wasn't any of those places cause their food is awful and tastes horrible.

You were cuddling into Chris's warm muscular arm as it was wrapped around your waist. "Hey, baby?" You hear him call out to you. "Yes?" You responded rubbing your head against his muscular arms. Chris smiled at you before speaking.

"Well... I found this place- and don't worry it ain't fancy- So, how about we go?" Chris said scratching the back of his head. You smiled at your nervous boyfriend. "Yes, you lughead."

"Alright, let's get ready." you nodded your head as you got up from your position to get ready. "Oh, and try to be cautious about the paparazzi. Everyone now knows about our relationship."

You nodded your head understanding what he meant. the Paparazzi can be a pain in the ass. bombarding celebrities with cameras and annoying the shit out of them.

After about 30 minutes you both were ready for dinner. Chris also had something else in store for you when got home.

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Time skip (end of your dinner date)

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Everything was going amazing besides the bombardment of the paparazzi, questioning us about our relationship.

Once we got home, Chris said he had one more thing to show you. You wondered what it could be.

"So babe, I know you're not mad about me telling everyone about our relationship but I want to give you the ultimate apology," Chris said while snaking his arm around you.

"Oh? And what's this ultimate apology?" You replied knowing what he meant.

(Disclaimer: I'm not good with writing passionate smut. Message me if this is good.)

"Oh, you'll see baby," Chris said before latching his lips against yours. You kissed him back while wrapping your arms around his neck pulling him closer.

You opened your mouth to allow him to have access to your wet cavern. Your tongues fought for dominance with Chris winning. He explored every nook and cranny of your mouth.

Chris pulled back."How about we take this to the room?" "Yes!" Chris smirked before gesturing for you to jump. "Jump baby."

You complied wrapping your legs around his waist and arms around his neck. Chris grabbed your plump ass for more support. But also because he just wanted to touch it.

He carried you to the room still making out. Once there, he sat on the bed with it sinking under his weight. Chris began to move his hands up and down your sides as the kiss was getting more intense.

(Chris is sitting down, with you on his lap.)

You pulled back with a strand of saliva connecting your mouths. You both took deep breaths before you slowly began to undress Chris. Chris did the same.

"You're so hot." You said, kissing down his neck leaving love bites. Chris groaned as a response. You got up and removed pants and boxers hopped back onto Chris's lap.

Your hard cock slapped your stomach as you hopped back onto his lap. This time it was Chris's turn to leave marks on your smooth skin. "You're so soft..." Chris said with his face buried in your neck leaving his love bites on you.

You whine as Chris pulled back before latching his lips back onto you. You pushed him back onto the bed and began to lick his erected bubs.

You moved your hand across his chiseled abs and massage his left pec. You traced your tongue down to his abs, leaving behind a trail of slick down to his lower part.

You have gotten to one of the best parts of Chris's body. His crotch area. You removed Chris's pants to reveal a large bulge. You licked your lips as you removed his underwear.

Chris's cock slapped his stomach after you removed it. You held his 8-inch cock in your hand. You could feel the heat radiant from it and thick heavy meat.

You gave your lips one final lick before stuffing your mouth with his meaty cock. Chris lost his breath and threw his head back as you took him whole.

Chris liked your wet and warm mouth. He felt like he was going to cum right then and there but he held himself back. You lick his sides and swirling your tongue around his fat tip.

You could taste his delicious and creamy pre-cum. You could feel his cock pulse and twitch meaning that he was close.

"Now, Chris, don't cum now or that will ruin the fun! We haven't even gotten to the best part!" You exclaimed pulling away from his cock. Chris just chuckled, "Sorry, your mouth was just too good."

You smiled at Chris before laying down with your ass pointing towards him. Chris immediately got the gesture and approached you.

Chris wet three fingers with his saliva and traced them around your tight muscle ring. You whimpered as you felt one go in. The first finger was to find your sweet spot.

After moving it around for about a minute you felt shocked run through your veins. "That's where it is," Chris muttered to himself. Then you felt a second finger go in.

Chris was stretching you out properly cause he doesn't want to hurt you. Your small moans were muffled by the pillow you were holding tightly.

Chris noticed, "Am I hurting you? Do you want me to stop?" Chris asked. "N-no... I'm fine. Please... continue." Chris nodded his head before pulling his fingers out.

Chris then placed his cock on one of your cheeks. "Tell me if it hurts. Okay? I don't want to hurt you." You nodded your head in response. This was it, you finally losing your virginity.

You could feel the tip move past the ring as it pushed deeper then it stopped. "Is it you hurting?" You shake your head no. "N-no... it doesn't hurt. C-continue."

Chris nodded his head before pushing deeper into you. His cock was now fully into you, it was touching your sweet spot. Your cock was twitching at the pleasure even though he didn't start thrusting.

He let you adjust yourself to his large size. He's going to wait until your truly prepared. After about 5 minutes you felt ready.

"You... c-can start to move now." You said whimpering and whining a little. Chris nodded and began to thrust. He started off by giving small thrusts but he already was kissing your sweet spot making you moan.

Chris gave more small thrust, waiting for him to go faster. "P-please go faster..." You begged Chris wanting to feel him more. "Are you sure, I don't-"

"Stop it. I can take it... probably" You muttered the last part. Chris sighed and did what you want. His thrusts then began to go faster. His cock repeatedly began to hit your sweet spot.

Your plump ass was tightening around him as he pushed deeper into your warm love hole. "F-feels... so... g-good." You now know what it's like to have sex after your friends talked about how they had sex.

Your cock began to twitch wanting to release a hard load. You could feel Chris's cock pulse and twitch inside. "I'm... c-close." "Me too," Chris responded, throwing his head back as you tighten around him.

"Let's cum together." You nodded your head. Chris began to go faster, hitting your sweet spot over and over. And you began to tighten around him as his thrusts began to go faster.

The room was getting foggier. Sounds of skin slapping, moaning, and groaning were heard too. You and Chris reached the end.

"I'M CUMMING!" You both yelled at the same time. Your cock busted all over the sheets while you could feel Chris's hot cum fill you up. Painting your wet walls with his paint.

Chris pulled out to see some of his cum pouring out and your twitching and doing a grabbing motion. You never felt so empty before.

You two sat there regaining your breath. Chris laid down and soon you followed. You got up from your position and cuddled into Chris's strong arms.

You laid your head onto his pecs while his arm moved to enclose. It was comfortable laying on him. "I love you, Chris." You said kissing him forehead.

"I love you too, M/n. I'm glad you're not mad at me." Chris replied, planting a kiss on your forehead before falling asleep.

You both laid there snuggling into each other's hold.

THE END

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ANNOUNCEMENT 1: Request is now opened and I will be changing the capacity of requests. 3 requests to 8 requests.

ANNOUNCEMENT 2: I would like to say, thank you! Thank you to all of you. I reached 200 followers, I thought I would never reach this. I guess this could be a 200 follower special?

A/n: Again thank you all. Bye my 🍓Little Strawberries🍓 see you next time

[attonitos-gloria]

Do you believe in the "tyrion is a secret targaryen" theory?

OH. good question, the short answer is "no," but when have i ever given the short answer to things in this blog?

i don't; i think he's a lannister, to the bone. and i used to hate this theory for this.

what changed my mind was watching house of the dragon, actually; i saw a post making a parallel between rhaenyra and daemon/jon and dany (with show scenes, obviously). this post stuck with me, because while i can see the parallels between rhaenyra and dany, the ones between jon and daemon... like, what is there to compare between these two men, beyond the fact they have targaryen blood and a (in the books, only speculated for the future) incestuous relationship with the rightful queen of the seven kingdoms? personality wise, i don't see many similarities between jon and daemon.

but there's another man who is set to be by dany's side in the second dance of the dragons, to be with her in dragonstone, to fight for the iron throne by her side; a ruthless, violent man, who, in the books, is probably going to urge her to war instead of holding her back (like in the show); a morally gray man with his own agenda, whose true reasons are dubious but who'll root for her nonetheless; a man who'll, most likely, love her, because they are the same; they are narratively the two sides of the same coin, twin flames and all. a man who is george's favorite! just like daemon is george's favorite targaryen of all time!

it's not jon. it's tyrion the best narrative parallel to daemon. this is obvious to me, though i'm very biased because i think these books are all about tyrion, sorry.

SO, i was thinking about that, and thinking about how nice it would be if he were, in the end, a targaryen after all, and wondering why i hated this theory so much. i think i didn't like it because he is such a LANNISTER, you know. like his identity is so tied to this very fundamental basic fact that i didn't know what it would make of him, if he turned out to be (another) lost targaryen (though if you think about george's obsession with house targaryen, it would be like him to make these books about three lost targaryens in the world?)

but that's the point; beyond inheritance and land rights, one of the core messages of ASOIAF is that blood lies. you can't blame genes for everything; you inherit bad habits from the people you grow up with, or good habits from the people you grow up with. this is why jon struggles with ned's legacy, not rhaegar's - it does not matter for jon's inner battle with himself if he's rhaegar's son or not. because it's impossible to read jon's chapters and not realize he is ned stark's son, through and through. you can't genetically inherit a character!!! this is not even a biologically reasonable stance! believe me, i'm a doctor with "bad genes" in my family, and the targaryen problem is not genes or blood related, it is that they’ve built up an intrinsically dysfunctional narrative to justify their own dynasty and their right to rule that destroy and sacrifice their own kin and the rest of the realms with them. (see: the dance of the dragons) incest is not causing targaryen exceptionalism; incest is the natural corollary of it. (this should be obvious; apparently it isn’t, for the discourse i’ve seen around.)

this is why tyrion is a lannister, even if he's not biologically tywin's son; this is why his struggle is with tywin's legacy, not aerys' or whoever; this is why he is tywin 'writ small' even if he turns out to have not a single drop of tywin in his veins. because that's completely beside the point for the person he became. tywin created him. tyrion is tywin's doing to the smallest detail, through trauma, through pain, through hate. tywin birthed him in a way aerys didn't; damn, tywin birthed him in a way even joanna didn't. tyrion is his son. just like jon is ned's son.

when i realized that, i just grew fond of this theory a little more. i don't hold on to it very strongly, but if he is, i think it will be really interesting. i don't think he needs to have targaryen blood to ride a dragon, which i'm sure it's happening, but if he has, i'll just bask in the rhaenyra/daemon x dany/tyrion parallels and in the tywin x ned/tyrion x jon parallels. just all my favorites things.

[dillpickledipp2]

Nurse Trouble

(Part 2)

Jeva's voice was smooth and deep, not that John was paying much attention to that fact. He was not.

"I can only imagine what you've been told." There were reasons he was called Trouble. In his own defense, they typically weren't his fault, and when they were, it was because he forgot to take his medication. Still, a reputation exists.

Marlin smiled, as if to say 'sorry, but I just had to'. John flashed a smile back. "Nothing bad John, or at least nothing I think is bad. Just some of your more interesting incidents. Like the incident in lab 404." John flushed red.

The incident with the cats. "Well, to be fair I wasn't the only one involved. If people can use genetic splicing to make cats that glow, making cats that I'm not allergic to seems pretty reasonable." He stuttered in defense. Sure, maybe trying to make their fur a more pink colour at the same time might have gone too far, but hey, he's a scientist at heart. Going too far is how every scientific breakthrough happens.

Marlin was trying not to laugh, again. Bastard. "As I said, Trouble, not bad. You simply have an interesting was of doing things." She continued grinning with that damn wide smile, clearly reliving the whole incident.

Doctor Jeva piped up beside John. "I wasn't sure what a cat was when I was first told the story, but having since learned; the story has only gotten more interesting." The Commander grunted.

Shifting, Müsk turned their body to almost completely face John. The feeling of being trapped and squished only increased in intensity. "I have also heard these... stories. I found the story of the charcoal bandits particularly amusing." The Commander spoke slowly in a gravelly voice. Their eyes were laser focused.

John turned an even fiercer red, looking truly of a tomato. He began to stutter once more, "Well that was... less justifiable I suppose."

Marlin was far too smug, with a gleeful grin, as she piped up again. "I'd like to hear that particular story from you, actually. I've only heard it 3rd hand."

They all looked over expectantly. "Ah," John said, "well, I was in my friend's dorm room when someone decided to prank my friends roomate by acting like cops except with water guns. It got a bit out of hand, and when I got involved there was a bit of a 'turf war' of sorts in the dorm houses." John scratched around his ear, nervous under the strong gazes on him.

"I grabbed my friends and we all ran to hide from the people with water guns. I grabbed some charcoal from a friend's art bag, and we used them for war paint. Next thing I know, we're stealing guns while people aren't looking. Not sure what else you may have heard."

"John, I think you're forgetting the part where you all started stealing floor mats, of all things, and writing on doors that the charcoal bandits came around." Marlin chided, voice clouded with mirth. John avoided her gaze.

"That was Han's idea."

Jeva chuckled slightly beside him, not helping at all. Shaking his head slightly, "You have quite the personality, I can see why you are called Trouble."

"If it's no problem, can I ask why I'm here. I can't imagine I was pulled just to relate stories, as fun as that would be."

Marlin cleared her throat, replacing her amused smirk with a professional smile. "Ah, no. John, I called you here to offer you the opportunity of a lifetime. How would you like to serve on The Yonsing?"

[thejustmaiden]

So out of nowhere I was tagged and quoted by a SR shipper for a blog of mine posted in August of last year. Talk about throwback but, hey, gotta appreciate that level of snooping. 😉

Back in the day I actually used to encourage discourse amongst Inuyasha fans- both shippers and antis alike- but I've since realized that it's a lost cause. But for you, @feministmetalgreymon , I'll grant this exception. Just 'cause it's been a while so why the hell not. haha

I want to assure you, however, that nothing you say will ever convince me that Sesshomaru and Rin are meant to be together romantically or that the story intended it so. Nor will you find any validation here. You can ship them for all I care, but please for all that is good and holy while I have your attention try- I mean really try- to understand why it is so many of us Inuyasha fans are so against this pairing in the first place (newsflash: it's not about ship wars), and why we believe a romance between the two of them is completely and utterly out of character.

For those of you interested in reading this, the blog of mine in question that the above shipper mentions in their counter-argument is here for reference. It's titled "Jaken = Rin's Dad?" I'm going to try and keep this short, but I'm also making no such promises. After all, I'm not exactly known for my brevity. haha Now let's get crackin'!

Like you, feministmetalgreymon, did for your recent blog here where you took screenshots of mine to address certain parts, I will be doing the same and dissecting yours accordingly.

[Snippet 1]

I worked with kids for many years as a teacher, and many people in my family have too or still do. Two of them happen to be just over 5 feet which is quite short for the average adult woman living here. I've also worked alongside many a women of short stature, and never did I hear any of them complaining of issues with their students having difficulty differentiating them from their own peers just because they were short as well. I'm sorry but that's just ridiculous. Kids are quite smart and pick up on a lot more than you seem to give them credit for. Height is not the only characteristic they look at to determine who's an adult and who's not, and it's foolish to suggest otherwise. So unless you're a babysitter who's still in their teens and/or who has very childlike features or behavior then I'm afraid what you're getting at is total hogwash. This is just another example of how you shippers offer nothing of real substance to your reasoning, it's only ever cherry-picking or strawmanning from you guys. Stop deflecting from the real issues please, because this certainly isn't one and only winds up being a complete waste of time for all parties involved.

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Okay, calm down now. I wasn't insinuating that relationships between parents and children can't change over time in terms of how they get along. Of course that's possible, as all families experience their fair share of estrangement and abuse. What I was speaking about was in reference to the overall dynamic between the two. Because a bad mother or father can still be viewed as a parental figure to their child even if say they're not in said child's life anymore. Since Sesshomaru and Rin share a healthy bond- and just a friendly reminder that in my blog I even said that he doesn't have to necessarily be labeled her father but that a romantic relationship later would still be inappropriate- I didn't deem it necessary to address what you brought up. Plus, it kinda, umm, misses the point?? Please, let's stay on topic. And it's not captured in the screenshot, but stop acting like there isn't a small part of them that idolizes their parents at some point during childhood. Just like you mention later on how it's normal for kids to have innocent crushes on adults that they eventually grow out of? Well, guess what, the same concept applies here. Kids eventually learn that their parents are far from perfect and make mistakes too. Rin is so damn young in the OG series though that we never even get to see her reach that maturity level.

[Snippet 3]

LOL! Alright, okay, so the "unbreakable bond" bit you're mentioning was actually me quoting you sessrinners. Did you not catch that? I literally spelled it out. *sigh* The whole point I was making is that shippers like yourself make hypocritical and contradictory statements all.the.goddamn.time. One moment you guys claim that Sesshomaru and Rin were essentially strangers and meant very little to each other, only to say in the same breath a few seconds later that they were destined to be together and their bond is like no other. I agree, their bond is special, but why must that mean they're going to fall in love?

That is the root of the matter here. Too many animes/mangas have romanticized this older adult man & young girl growing up falling in love trope that it's become way too normalized and widely accepted across the world- and yes, in some cultures more than others. Sadly, you lack the awareness to recognize how this all works. You know how we know that? When we see that you shippers are so desensitized to sexualized images of girls in the media that you share posts like this one below which *subtly* imply a future romance although one half of that pairing is still just a child in the pic and then try and pass it off as cute. That's like super fucking problematic and it scares me that you can't see that (or deny you do). 🤢

After all that's said and done, Sesshomaru leaving Rin in the village with Kaede is to me the strongest indicator more than pretty much anything else he's done for Rin that proves he is her adoptive father. It's so funny to me how you somehow see the exact opposite though. 🤔 What I think is happening is that you got yourself on some squeaky clean ass shipper goggles fresh out of your little echo chamber. Because I hate to tell you, but what you're fantasizing is what you want to see and not what's actually there on screen or was written into the story. I'm strictly talking about Inuyasha and the manga of course. [For the TL; DR version skip to the last paragraph.]

Parents looking after their kids is what parents are supposed to do. A good parent will do anything to keep their child safe and ensure they are cared for, so what he did for her by leaving her there was in her best interests clearly. Besides, as a babysitter, you more than most people should understand that parents aren't always able to be there for their kids so sometimes others gotta step in to help. Haven't you heard of the saying, "it takes a village to raise a child?" Which in Rin's case is literally true! 😂 Sometimes kids are even sent off to stay with grandparents and that's who raises them instead. Or maybe they have to temporarily live with an aunt or uncle because their single parent's job requires they work out of town 4-5 days of the week so they're hardly home. But that doesn't mean that the parents care or love their kids any less, and it's foolish to assume that Sesshomaru must have thought very little of Rin simply due to the fact that he made the decision to leave her in the village. Come on, y'all are acting like he abandoned her there!!

It's just given the circumstances Sesshomaru finally came to learn that Rin traveling with him was no longer safe. I also like to think it's because he wished for her to live a more normal life and to learn how to fully trust humans again. Plus, continuing to travel with him as young as she was would have proven dangerous and unwise. Now for you to know all this and still manage to turn his past actions towards her while she was just a child into a romantic gesture is what boggles my mind. Regardless of how you look at it, from my perspective or your own, Sesshomaru is in the wrong. Either he's a father figure who impregnates his daughter at the young age of approximately 14. OR he's this man she used to travel with who maybe isn't a father to her but who nonetheless basically rapes her since kids her age can't consent to sex with an adult. Idk about you but it sounds to me like nobody here wins with either scenario we're given. In other words, you should be just as mad as we are. If only one side didn't choose to forsake their morals they know we both have in common for the sake of a ship. Welp. 🤷‍♀️

I agree, incest is disgusting but that's not the only problem we have with this pairing. A romantic bond forming between Sesshomaru and Rin would also constitute as grooming.

You realize that over the years he visited her in the village that he brought her gifts too and essentially watched her grow up right before his very eyes, right? I mean, I know you do, but I really shouldn't have to explain further why pursuing a romantic/sexual relationship with each other is plain and simple wrong. And before you say it's not because he didn't have any malintent, please understand that considering their history and power dynamic up to then that yes this is still considered grooming even if Rin supposedly "wanted it" or "made the first move." Whether you consider him her father or not, as the adult who took on a role resembling that of a caretaker in her early life- a critical developmental time for a child- Sesshomaru is obligated to turn down any advances by Rin and most definitely should not initiate any himself. As the first close adult figure she's had in her life since her parents died, it's unfathomable to imagine how Sesshomaru could go through with taking advantage of this young girl who was under his care and supervision since they met. To think he could be capable of betraying that trust sickens me to the core.

This. Now THIS is how a parent/guardian or a similar adult caretaker (babysitter, teacher, etc.) talks to a child. And, in turn, this is how some young children talk to adults. You'd be insane and delusional to deny it! We see it in our everyday lives, do we not? From where else do you think our stories draw most of their inspiration? Yes, obviously these fictional universes have aspects of fantasy that don't exist in the real world, but so how then do you suppose we're able to relate to them? The reason for that being is because these stories are written by people for people, so naturally there are going to be real life aspects embedded throughout. Sure, a little escapism doesn't hurt as we don't need to take everything so seriously, but ultimately we all need to recognize that the messages in the stories we tell matter. Most stories possess a combination of both light and dark themes, but when it specifically comes to the latter we gotta be careful with how we tackle this in children's media since kids are far more impressionable.

So if at the center of a story we have two of the main protagonists whose mom is basically their same age and to top it off she knew their dad when she was just a girl and who just so happened to help raise her, wouldn't you say that's beyond fucked up or at the very least so fucking weird? Like why would we think it's even remotely okay for our children to watch this garbage?? Really think about it. Try and be objective for once and think about how it would sound explaining this storyline to an outsider who's never watched IY or HNY. Well, antis have tried this before many times and we always get the same reaction: Ewww!

Like I said earlier, if you wanna ship it then fine, but 1) please stop seeking our approval or trying to change our minds - your ship wish came true didn't it, so why do you need us to validate it? 2) even though it's not canon, respect that we don't support this sequel portraying pedophilia in a positive light. It's harmful af to not only allow but glorify the continuation of sexualized images of young girls everywhere. And I shouldn't have to say this, but just because this trope is popular as you say does not make it right. Lolicon themes in the media have been an issue forever and it needs to stop. Yes, even some people in Japan or "the East" would agree. Shocker!

We're pissed off and rightfully so because Yashahime's TV rating is 14, not to mention it airs at the prime time kids in Japan watch TV after getting home from school. That's Towa and Setsuna's age, true, but if Rin being the mom when she's like only a year older than them (please don't argue w/ me about the math- antis have so far been right every time with it) is straight-up disgusting and not something we should be supporting or endorsing. Rin's a whole ass child!! Please don't start with the "but times were different then so her having kids at 15 is acceptable" argument either, because we've already debunked that and every other single excuse you guys throw at us. Besides, how or why would you expect young viewers to know these historical "facts" anyway, especially if as you suggest fiction doesn't affect reality so what does it matter? Yet here we are, arguing over a fictional show in real life almost a year and a half into the "Sesshomaru fucks?" sequel being announced. My ass, your ass, hell all our asses fiction doesn't affect reality!

Look, I do apologize if the tone of this blog came off as snippy or condescending at times. I do not wish you any ill will, it's just I'm not really sure what you expected to get out of all this besides maybe getting on my nerves perhaps. haha A lot of you shippers have been desperately scrambling to interact with us, lurking in our tags, jumping onto our posts screaming canon and getting so defensive even though you sought us out first. We've been sticking to our tags, so how about you stay in your lane too. By the way since we're on the topic, have you seen Twitter or Reddit?! SR shippers there are the actual worst and many Inuyasha fans (not just antis) have complained of not feeling welcomed to engage in fandom spaces anymore. Shippers swarm them and scare them off simply because fans don't like your ship and refuse to accept it. It's pathetic, really. No one should ever be bullied or harassed just because they don't like something you might. We're all fans of Inuyasha, aren't we? So let's act like it. Yashahime on the other hand, you guys are welcome to that pungent heap of trash. Fans have a right to criticize it too, but if you like it then good for you, so keep on liking it and don't mind us.

I'm almost done, but real quick back to Jaken! Let's not forget about how the official Yashahime website- which came out after my blog, mind you- described Jaken. This translation isn't the best one available but it's the only version a fellow anti friend could track down. They do recall a better one done by a native Japanese speaker who was also an anti, and that member confirmed that Jaken is indeed called Rin's babysitter. So you see, I was right in my interpretation. In the original post I did compare Jaken to a brother, but after talking to others (some comments can be found under said post) I did acknowledge that he's more of a reluctant babysitter who's not related. And if he's not at least a brother to Rin, then he's definitely not her father.

At the end of the day, the creator Rumiko Takahashi has the final word. Which is guess what? Hogosha. 💖 Probably should've just started out with that and saved us all the trouble, huh? Good day/night to you.

Papamaru bids you adieu now. 🤞

[kaiparker-avengerssmut]

Your doll 4//It‘s All in the Mind

Pairings | Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes x f!Stark!Reader

Series synopsis | Y/n, Steve and Bucky are now in Wakanda, 2 months after the events of civil war. All is peaceful - but will it stay this way, especially after Steve has one very special question?

Series Warnings | smut, violence, swearing, threesomes,

Chapter Summary | Wanda and Vision return

Chapter Warnings | swearing (possibly)

A/n | this is the 3rd book/series to my fics Their Doll and Our Doll! This book loosely follows the mcu timeline, starting in CAWS in book one and starting just after CACW in this book. In this series, Bucky had been recovered and is safe, and Peter was taken under Tony's wing when he was much younger.

Masterlist | Series Masterlist

Squealing, the two girls collided in a heavy embrace that Nat on looked with a small smirk before being tugged into it herself. All three of them giggled, Wanda's hold seemingly endless. Bucky grinned, leaning over y/n's shoulder to give Wanda a kiss on each cheek and a hello before stepping back out of the frenzy.

Behind them, Steve rolled his eyes with a hidden smile as he stood beside Vision - who was revieving a heavy handshake from Sam.

"It's good to see you, man." Sam said with soft glee and Vision returned his smile before replying.

"It is. Although we bare bad news." his voice was grave. Steve tore his eyes away from the sniggering girls to ask,

"Is it to do with what those cronies we're after?" Steve folded his arms across his chest as Bucky sidled up beside him, super-soldier hearing clearly having picked up on the topic of conversation. By y/n's now grim expression, Steve could tell she had, too.

"Unfortunately, yes. It appears that they were after the stone, Captain." Vision admitted, tapping a finger against the glowing yellow Stoke settled on his forehead, and Sam blew out a harsh breath.

"What does this mean?" Bucky's brows were pinched at his own question. Steve sighed and moved his hands to his hips.

"It means Thanos is coming. And this won't be the last we hear of him. And it certainly won't get any easier, either." Steve explained.

"Can Wanda remove the stone? Is there a way for you," Sam gestured to Vision, "and it to coexist apart from each other?" Vision shook his head slowly.

"Not that we know of. And Wanda may only be able to destroy the stone, not remove it."

The look on all their faces was grim.

12 hours earlier...

"What do you mean we're going to Scotland? What did Bruce tell you, Steve?" Y/n sighed, running a hand through her hair as Steve hung his head over his phone, thumb hovering over Bucky's name.

"Wanda and Vision are in trouble. Bruce is worried and thinks that the last time Vision was located before he disconnected himself from Tony's systems was Scotland. We need to go help them." Steve then pressed call, and ringing ensued.

"Steve? Is something wrong?" Y/n could hear Bucky's voice down the phone as she walked out the room.

Y/n huffed a breath as she grabbed a bag from their wardrobe and began shoving in all three of their gear: spare clothes, weapons, and anything essential they'd need.

By the time she'd finished, Steve had joined her, his strong arms wrapping over her shoulders comfortingly. He placed a sweet kiss to her cheek.

"I'm sorry that it's all gone to shit again." He mumbled and y/n hummed.

"It's not your fault." She sighed.

"I know. But I'm still sorry. You and Buck deserve a peaceful life." Y/n turned to face him with a frown.

"Don't you mean we? You deserve peace too." Y/n's brows knitted.

"Do I? Just seems like if I don't help, no one will." Steve admitted and y/n cupped his face in her hands.

"I think that it's not only your problem anymore, and that you deserve anything that me or Bucky deserve." Y/n pecked his lips.

"Damn right he does." Bucky rumbled from the doorway, arms folded over his chest. "We ready to head off then?" The supersoldier asked and both Steve and Y/n gave a nod in confirmation.

...

"So what's the plan?" Nat pondered, running a cloth over her batons as she spoke.

Steve crossed his arms, perched against the wall, and said, "Get Wanda and Vision the hell away from whoever's attacking them." Nat cocked her head to the side.

"Thank you for that insightful plan, Cap." Sam chirped from the cockpit.

"Shut it, birdbrain. I doubt you have a better plan." Bucky countered and Sam turned around to stick his tongue out at the ex-assassin.

"Enough bickering. I say that we take them by surprise. Survey the scene first, pinpoint our enemy and get Wanda and Vision to draw them away from a heavily populated space - let's say, to the train station." Y/n explained and Nat nodded.

"It'll be the dead of night when we arrive, so the station should be closed." Nat hummed.

"Exactly. Then we don't have to worry so much about civilian causality."

"Sounds good to me." Steve agreed.

...

"I can't believe I'm seeing you guys again." Rhodey exclaimed, a wide smile gracing his lips. Y/n grinned, Steve following suit as Rhodey embraced them all one-by-one.

"Unfortunately, we're not here for a friendly reunion." Nat frowned and Rhodey nodded.

"I figured as much. This spontaneous visit - as nice as it is - is presumably linked to the alien attacks, right?" All of them nodded grimly.

"Is Bruce here?" Steve piped up, just as the timid scientist made his way into the room.

"Hey, guys." Bruce greeted, although his strained, bright tone didn't quite reach his features.

"Hey, Bruce." Nat greeted.

"We need your help." Sam was blunt, but not unpleasant as he spoke.

"Anything you need." Bruce answered with a quick nod.

"We need separate the stone from Vision, to destroy it. I think they can coexist, without one-another." Wanda said and Vision frowned.

"It may just be easier to eliminate me and the stone-" the robot began, but Steve cut him off with a stern look.

"We don't trade lives, Vision." Y/n couldn't get over how much Steve had changed since she met him.

"I think we can do that." Bruce decided after a moment of silent contemplation. "But I don't think I could do it here. I'd need better technology."

Y/n and Bucky shared a look, clearly onto the same idea.

"Shuri could help. She's amazing. Better than Tony, arguably." Bucky chipped in, and y/n had to stop herself from visibly cringing at the mention of her dad's name. Instead, she agreed to Bucky's suggestion with a hum.

"That's an idea. How fast can we get there?" Rhodey asked and Sam seemed to count the distance in his head.

"I'd say under six hours." Sam finally concluded, and they all shared worried glances.

"I make it four." Nat chimed and their faces seemed to perk up a bit at her proposition.

"That settles it. We get Vision to Shuri, ASAP." Steve commanded in his Captain America voice - the one that always sent shivers down both y/n and Bucky's spines.

"Yessir!" Y/n mock-saluted him and Wanda began to giggle. But Steve's unimpressed stare shut both the girls up rather quickly.

"We leave in five. If you're not ready, you can find your own way there." Steve finished before striding out of the room.

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[dameronology]

the box {poe dameron}

summary: breaking up is one thing. moving on is another.

warnings: angst, language

this is based off a scene from s4e8 of friends! u might know the one i mean once you've read it but if not, it's just one i've been wanting to write about for ages bc it's so angsty and sweet. i hope you enjoy!

- jazz

tags: @darklingveracruz @disastersim

It was funny to look at someone you once loved, knowing that you couldn't anymore. It was like looking a stranger in the eye but recognising every part of their soul.

Every time you looked at Poe - caught his eyes across the room or shot him in a glance in the hallway - it felt like you were home. You could practically count the golden flecks in his warm eyes, and the laughter lines beside them, you knew better than the lines on your own palms. You still remembered the way his hands gripped onto yours whenever he walked past beside you, or the way he'd hold onto you for comfort after he woke from a nightmare. More importantly, you remembered how it felt to be loved by him; protected and safe, in the arms of a man who would have crossed the galaxy for you.

Then Poe's eyes would flicker away from yours, or he'd keep walking past you without so much as a glance, and you would remember.

You'd broken up. And it fucking sucked.

It wasn't because you stopped loving each other. You wished it that was simple, but was anything ever straightforward these days? In this climate? Not really. Actions that used to be simple had a thousand layers. People you used to trust - friends and family - could double cross you, or triple cross or...you get the point. The galaxy was intricate and tangled. Difficult to differentiate and understand.

With that said, your relationship with Poe was the one thing that didn't feel so convoluted - you loved him and he loved you. That should have been enough. It wasn't.

The galaxy was exhausting you both and the war was killing you inside. You barely had time for yourselves, let alone for each other. It easier to let your relationship fall to pieces than it was to try. You were both too tired.

It was funny, though, because even four months after you broke up, nothing had changed in that sense, You were still tired all the time - of the war, of having hope, of fighting. The only different now was that you had to face it all alone. There was no Poe.

"Did you get enough sleep last night?" Rey's voice pulled you back to reality. You were sat in the mess hall, pushing the contents of your breakfast around the plate.

You snorted. "Do I ever?"

She didn't respond, instead just rolling her eyes.

"I'm fine, really," you insisted. "When this whole thing is over, I'll get some sleep - either because we've won, or because I'm dead."

"That's not very positive."

You both jumped at the sound of Poe's voice. The pilot had casually appeared by the table - he stood for a moment and then took a seat beside you. The action was casual. Nobody around you would have suspected a thing. Yet still, your heart felt like it was going to hurtle out your chest just at the mere sight of him.

"Hey, Poe," you tried to calmly greet him. "Long time, no talk."

"I know," he replied. "I just needed to ask a favour real quick."

"Yeah?"

"You know that X-Wing stabiliser I gave you last year?" he continued. "I don't know if you ever used but if you didn't, I could really use it. My jet's out and I need it back in action ASAP."

"Damn," you murmured. "I don't, I'm sorry."

"It's no problem," Poe gave you a charming smile. "I figured you might have needed it for yours."

"Oh no, it's not that," you said. "I...I lost it, actually."

"You lost it?" his eyebrows shot up.

"I'm sorry," you repeated. "I just-"

"- it's fine, honestly," he cut you off - he didn't look bothered, but maybe a little annoyed. "Not surprising, though."

You frowned. "It's not?"

"I mean...you do lose everything," he reminded you. "Right, Rey?"

"I'm just eating," she said. "Just sitting here and eating. Not getting involved."

"I don't!" you insisted.

"Okay," Poe smirked and leant back in his chair. "What about the book I gave you? And the blaster? And the jacket?"

"Those are just a few things!" you shot back. "I can look after things, Dameron."

"I don't believe you," his playful smile hadn't faltered - but why was he getting to you so much?

It might have been different if you were still together. This could have been...flirtatious teasing, or something. Instead, it was just Poe being Poe and it was getting on your tits.

"You don't have to believe me," you suavely shrugged. "It's not like you're my boyfriend anymore."

His face dropped at that. "You're right. I guess you misplaced me too."

With that, you abruptly stood up - but not before flipping him off and throwing a half-eaten piece of toast at his forehead. Okay, so maybe it wasn't your brightest move but the bread was the nearest thing and...you were mad, okay? People didn't think things through when they were mad.

Your relationship was testament to that.

--

A few hours passed, and aside from a toast-induced red mark on his forehead, Poe had pretty much forgotten about your friendly chinwag. What was the point in holding onto it? It was merely just a testament - or a reminder, even - to the fact that you could barely have one conversation without fighting. That's how things had been when you'd broken up. Nothing had changed.

By the time evening came, Poe had retired to his quarters as usual. He spent a lot less time in them since you'd split up; they felt more lonely now. Waking up to a cold bed and making just one cup of caff in the morning didn't feel quite right. Not to mention the blank space on the wall where photos of you had once hung - he still had them, stuffed away in a drawer. Just refused to look at them. It was easier that way.

Not easier but...less painful, maybe. He'd managed to shut down those feelings for you and confine them to a little corner of his brain. It was the same place he'd forced his grief for Shara. He'd probably have to deal it one day, but that was a problem for future Poe.

A few minutes after he'd kicked off his boots and fallen back onto his bed, his door burst open.

Only two people had keys to his door. Finn and you. He'd never asked for it back, just because he'd figured you'd never want to step foot in there again.

Poe had been wrong, clearly, because you were here now. Your eyes were a little watery and you looked a little frantic. There was also a tattered old box in your hands. He didn't recognise it, but as soon as he opened his mouth to ask, you started talking.

"Don't tell me I don't look after things," you said. Shoving Poe aside, you elbowed your way to his bed and emptied the contents of the box out. It was a smorgasbord of papers and knick-knacks and items that seemed vaguely familiar.

"I was only joking earlier!" Poe defended. "And can you knock next time-"

"- this is from the fortune cookie on our first date," you cut him off, shoving a crumpled piece of paper into his hand. "And this is the eggshell from the first time you made me breakfast."

"I-"

"- I'm not finished!" you cut him off. "This is the letter you wrote me on your six month anniversary, and the ten you wrote me every month after, and the dumb seashell necklace we brought on our first vacation, a-and the...the stupid cartoon you drew of Hux that time I was sad and you wanted to make me smile."

Poe's brow furrowed. "You kept all this?"

"Of course I did!" you snapped. "I might misplace things that can be replaced but I look after the things that matter, okay?"

"Okay, yeah," he held his hands out to calm you down, gently nodding. "To be honest, I thought you woulda thrown all this away."

"No, Poe," you murmured. "I couldn't. Even if we broke up, I still..."

I still love you.

"...appreciate our time together," you finished. "I know it's sappy. I do. I just didn't have the heart to throw it away."

"I haven't thrown away anything either," he admitted. "Guess we're still getting over each other, huh?"

"Yeah, I guess," you gently smiled.

Poe returned the gesture, eyes meeting yours. A silence fell over you for a moment - you just stared, neither of you knowing what to say. It's not that you didn't have anything to say, because you'd planned a whole speech in your head on the way over. It had been a whole fucking soliloquy about...something. You'd forgotten now. It felt like it didn't matter.

And as you stared into his eyes - at the flecks and the laughter lines - you hoped that one day, you could get to know them all over again.