#much respect for anyone who plays one or is one

[alltimecharlo]

hi :)) okay new iihf vid made me think about your age gap au and then sweetheart rookie will saying hi to team canada captain mack who is trying to be so cool about it and failing miserably <33

- @bondedpairs

AMAZING prompt omg. @bondedpairs yes a million times!!! fic under the cut :)🩵🩵

(set in the au from this ao3 fic!!!)

Will balances his phone on his knee and tries to act normal. He knows it’s just a quick video, but his heart’s thudding in his chest like he’s about to lace up for overtime.

“You ready?” one of the media guys from Team USA asks, crouched beside the camera.

Will nods, flashes a smile that he hopes doesn’t look too dorky. He’s in his practice gear, hair still damp, cheeks pink from the skate. He looks young, he knows that. Young and fresh and happy. Which, honestly, he is.

Because this is for Mack.

They told them to record quick encouragement clips to players from other national teams they know. “Anyone you’re close with?” the staff asked.

Will had said, trying to play it cool, “Yeah, I know Mack Celebrini.” Like he hadn’t been dying inside the entire time.

He gives the thumbs up and the camera starts rolling.

“Hey, Mack,” Will says, and can’t help the way his face warms a little as he waves.

Oh God. Why did he wave?

“Hope you’re not missing me too much over there.”

Someone behind the camera snorts. Will presses on.

“Good luck with the rest of the tournament, Captain Canada. I’m, uh, I’m cheering for you, except if we play you. Then I hope you trip over your laces.”

He grins at the camera, soft and a little teasing.

“Nah, seriously. You’re gonna kill it. You always do. Miss you. Can’t wait to see you.” He pauses, then throws in, “Don’t get too grumpy without me.”

They cut the video and Will lets out a breath, heart doing its fluttery thing. He tries not to think too hard about the fact that Mack is gonna watch that on a screen somewhere with the rest of Team Canada probably hovering around.

--

In Stockholm, Mack watches it on the little tablet the media team hands him. He tries to keep his expression neutral. Stoic. Captain-like.

He does a terrible job.

The second Will pops up on screen, Mack's whole face softens like a reflex. Like his body remembers what it's like to be around Will—that buzzing, sparking energy that makes Mack feel younger than he is, lighter.

“Hey, Mack,” Will says with that lopsided grin, and Mack is already biting the inside of his cheek, trying not to smile like an idiot.

He fails again.

By the end of the clip, Mack’s shaking his head with a fond exhale, eyes crinkled. “Christ,” he mutters. “They really let him say that shit on camera?”

The staff filming him chuckles. “You wanna record a response?”

Mack sits back, tries to school his features into something respectable. Veteran captain. Responsible adult. Totally not whipped.

“Sure,” he says. Then, when they count him in:

“Will. Smith.” He says it slow, like he’s already exasperated. But his eyes are warm. “You better not be chirping me in front of the whole damn internet. I’ll make you pay for that next time I see you.”

Someone snickers behind the camera and Mack keeps going.

“Take care of yourself, alright? Try not to piss off the vets too much. Save some energy for when we’re back. I’ll, uh—see you soon.”

He clicks his tongue, adds with a smirk, “Don’t miss me too much.”

The media guy clicks the camera off, and Mack sinks back into the seat with a sigh. He's got a game in an hour, and Will's laugh is still echoing in his ears.

He doesn’t bother pretending it doesn’t make him feel better.

--

Team USA sends Will the clip the next day.

He watches it three times in his hotel bed before texting Mack:

[will]

that was the lamest video in the world

[mack]

you literally said you missed me first

[will]

yeah well

[will]

you like it tho

[mack]

i do

Will puts his phone down and grins at the ceiling like a loser. Rookie of the year, heart stolen by the Canadian captain.

Not the worst stat to take home from Worlds.

♡

[burning2know]

it's romantic in a capital R Romantic way. But it's not the right one for Solavellan IN MY OPINION. My opinion explained below.

social network and support systems are incredibly important for... well, everyone. And the point that Solas had none is a great point! He could really use some!

But pulling lavellan away from her own social support network so that she could be his doesn't work. One person does not make a social support network. that's a single node. You need at least 2 nodes to make a support network.

One person is not enough! People have blind spots, there are only so many ways Lavellan alone can help Solas. Solas is large and complicated and needs other people as well.

Given lavellan's connections, it would have been much healthier for solas to join lavellan's support network and gain access to her some of her friends as well. Now that's a real support system.

The calculation of tearing her away from her massive network to be his lone node doesn't work for me.

But, there's an argument to be made that solas has a spirit support network, and that could be cool. But that menas he's always had them, and still he's lonely. So that means this support Isn't Enough. And Maybe adding Lavellan would have made up the difference, but she did not have to abandon her life to do that. She really didn't. She could astral project into the fade. He could enter her dreams. Since they both held on all these years, it's clearly am effective way of communication. And now they don't have to avoid eachother! I see NOTHING wrong with this. It is a bit of a long distance relationship, but it's kind of beautiful to sacrifice a little to respect their mutual autonomy and let whatever other ambitions Lavellan had in her life still keep going. They could have lead to yet another reunion. It could have been like the tanabata stories. And it could have been beautiful.

The other arugment is, that was her choice! So it was empowering. Well, if it really was her choice, then maybe they could have made it obvious? Instead of making her decide (ambiguously) in a conversation with Rook, where it looked like Rook was making the decision for her. The execution of "joining him as a voluntary choice" would have been stronger if they actually did let the player-inquisitor do that. Because then you actually experience that autonomy as a player. That fall into "effective storytelling" category.

Plus, the only options available were "if you still love him, you'd join him" or "you don't love him anymore if you let him rot in jail". Where is the option of loving him but choosing not to give up her life? Or the option of not loving him (romantically) but realizing that Solas is a bigger threat to Thedas when he's alone? Would not a virtuous and selfless friend also do that?

The fact that this option is only presented in a romantic context highlights the heteronomativity and gender norms of it all. Having the woman abandon all her life for a romantic connection is an age old trope. And it is reductive and dismissive of a woman's life to siggest that this belongs to the realm of romantic relationships! Particularly egregious in the context of what Lavellan has done and whatshe stands for in the chantry. This isn't as big of a deal if they just walked back the gender locking and made solas pan afterall, and so Lavellan could be anyone. But that's still only part of the issue here.

The fact that Lavellan wasn't even shown thinking a single ounce of a thought about the people she'd be abandoning (different factions depending on player decision in DAI) to join Solas plays right into it. One might argue "Oh it's no big deal, they won't miss her, the south is destroyed anyway, she has nothing else to live for." How about elves elsewhere in thedas? How about representing the chantry now that everything has been destroyed as the elven herald of andraste? How about somebody who jas the skills to rally people together and rebuild the south? An enterprising leader could do a lot with that situation. There was nothing to even acknolwedge the inquisitor's narrative and political influence and connections she might have made in DAI.

This isn't romantic to me because a couple coming together, for me, is predicated on two people living their lives. And the process of being together is co-mingling their lives. There is no life to co-mingle if one partner abandons everything and the other is trapped in a prison.

One of the complaints I’ve heard about the Solavellan ending is about how Lavellan abandons her whole life to go with him.

Like, why is that a bad thing?

One of my largest complaints about Trespasser I had was how he had no one.

No-fucking-body at his side.

He is alone because he’s afraid of dragging anyone he cares about into his shit.

His biggest fear is dying alone.

I don’t want that for him.

Loneliness is all-consuming.

It’s awful.

Lavellan uprooting her old life is a bit sad, but it’s also really brave.

And selfless.

All for one person, so that they don’t have to be alone anymore.

I see so many arguments about whether or not Rook is morally superior to Solas.

I think they are all pretty stupid debates, because the game doesn’t even bother to let you make morally inferior choices.

You only have good choices to choose from.

But Lavellan? They are morally superior to both Solas and Rook.

We don’t see much of Inky during the game, but we know that they are really put through it.

Again.

They are single-handedly (literally) trying to fix whatever the fuck is going on in the south, while Rook & Co play Dr. Phil.

Out of all of that, Lavellan still leaves everything they know for their heart.

That’s badass. I don’t know about you.

[swirlyyygal]

What’s Up With All the Silver?

That eyelined loner dad right next door to you freaks you the hell out. Not because you’re scared of him. But because of how much you want to lick his [CENSORED] and [REDACTED]

AU!RetiredAltDad!Geto x F!Reader

CW/Tags: NOT PROOFREAD, Geto has a tongue piercing… And he’s eating it, age gap (Geto is in his 30’s, reader is in her 20’s), single dad Geto, Nanako and Mimiko r mentioned and play a role, reader has hair (no type or length specified), SEXXX w/ his dih in(condom on), walls r thin, Geto is Buddhist bc duh, he feels a bit of religious guilt when he thinks abt u but only 4 so long ❤️‍🩹, brief hair pulling (he’s the one getting it pulled)

AN!!: Hi hiiiiiii!!!!!!!! ‼️Major disclaimer: his religious beliefs take apart of the story, and I take that experience from my point of view! I don’t mean it in disrespectful ways but I am taking into thought about how someone who is dedicated to their religion would think. I myself am religious, and have an indifferent opinion on sex but I do know some people who are odd about that kind of thing. So please don’t take it in any disrespectful way when I mention how he feels, masturbation and sex is totally normal!!‼️ Anyway, I was meaning to do him a long time ago but then that Joel Miller pic showed up and I got MAJOR SIDETRACKED (٥⁀▽⁀ )!! Thank u to my goat for giving me the idea of a single dad Geto, DOMO ARIGATO ✌️🤤❤️‍🩹🥀🕊️

~~~

The apartment complex you moved into was nice. Didn’t cost you much, good area. Very walkable and easygoing. It’s just. The neighbors..

You had a colorful array of next door acquaintances. Who knew people could be so inconsiderate.

Didn’t help the walls were thin. The neighbor to your left was always inviting people over to smoke and have sex.. The downstairs were always partying, upstairs was just the roof but still..

Only person you DID ENJOY was the neighbor to your right. A single dad of two little girls. He had long black hair, beautiful set of purple hooded monolids, sun kissed skin, stretched out ears with some others around the shell, and a very clear blackish stain on waterline.

Always quiet, always respectful. Didn’t interact with much anyone actually. You managed to pick up though that he was a Lay Buddhist. You’d seen him at the temple while passing by, and you saw his statues infront of his home.

Also he wasn’t as old as he described himself to be. Only being 37 and all. He didn’t even have to tell you, his daughters did. You assumed they were adopted, not that it mattered. Nanako and Mimiko were 10, so they were at the age where things just kinda flew outta their mouths.

“Mr. Geto forgets to brush his hair in the morning so we have to do it for him!!!”

The little blonde one, Nanako would shout when seeing you on your balcony. Geto then quickly pulling her back in the house and waving his hand. Not really saying sorry, just dismissing it.

It made you giggle. He took real good care of those girls. I mean, everyone in that family had absolutely glowing skin..

That’s beside the point. Point being. You were so down with Geto to the point where it didn’t feel right.

Maybe it was the fact he was such a capable dad? Or possibly how he was just so calm to everything. Even when a screaming match was going on in the back alley, he’d just sit on his balcony and tune it out. Like he was deaf.

He intrigued you so bad. But it’d be weird if you went up to him and asked him on a date. His girls were busy, he was busy, and he was also older, he probably wouldn’t be down with something younger than him. Perchance?

You just kind of saw him from afar, until today when you walked out your front door.

You PLANNED to just go out and really quickly grab some chips from the store at the corner. Until you turned to see Nanako and Mimiko kinda sitting at the front of the door, using colored chalk on the cement floors that led up to it. You stood there, barely fitting tank top, sports shorts, sandals and a bangle barely holding onto your wrist.

“Afternoon Nanako, Mimiko”

You waved, they waved back.

“Mr. Geto went to the temple! We got bored and walked home.”

Ah, you remembered that now when u went to pick up the mail that morning.

“Keep by me” He spoke in that purring tone, and then something after that..

“Uh.. How long have you been in waiting?..”

“20 minutes!!”

It was around a 7 minute walk from the temple to the complex, so they had been waiting for a while. You locked your door and tapped your foot.

“And you just, got up and left?..”

They nodded like it didn’t matter.

“C’mon, I’m walkin’ you back to the temple. Mr. Geto is probably worried sick..”

You replayed the last time his girls kinda just walked off to go play. He came frantically over to your door. It was terrifying to see him looking so frazzled when usually he just had a polite smile.

Turns out they had just went downstairs to play in the lobby.

The two girls got up, walking over to you while sulking.

“But the service takes too longgg!”

They’d usually be gone for around maybe an hour or two. But to a young kid that’s like their whole lifeline so you didn’t doubt it.

Taking your hand, they walked along with you. It felt so weird when they held your hands. You’d seen them do it with Geto. It made you feel weirdly.. Maternal… Which was even weirder bc they weren’t your kids. Shaking that feeling off quickly to not think about it too hard.

Along the way, they kept talking about Geto. Like I said, very talkative.

“Sometimes we fall asleep during the service”

Mimiko sprouted while walking a bit forward. Nanako would nod.

“Mr. Geto doesn’t know yet so don’t tell him!”

You nodded. Giggling to yourself at their antics.

“You know what else you shouldn’t let Mr. Geto know?”

That perked up your brow. Another secret of his? What on Earth could it be, he didn’t seem that secretive.

The two girls turned to eachother and giggled, pushing eachother.

“Mr. Geto thinks your ‘sooo hotttt’!”

They both laughed before running off infront of you down the street to the temple. Their comment hadn’t registered before you started running to make sure they didn’t go the wrong way. It only hit AFTER you arrived at the temple, standing infront of there with them. Panting.

Huh.

Geto hadn’t even seen you more than 10 times. And every time he just kinda nodded your way. He hadn’t shown ANY signs of attraction, so hearing them say he thought you were attractive made your heart flutter.

You watched at a frantic Geto was speed walking around the area, calling out to them with wide eyes. And when he looked to the front to Mimiko and Nanako, he visibly got relieved.

He ran over to them first, tapping them on the forehead and crossing his arms. About to scold them before he saw YOU. And when he saw you, in that little tank top, you watched him grip his sleeve.

“Thank you for bringing them over, I can’t believe I let them out of my sight..”

He turned them around to face you, patting their backs and making them bow a quiet sorry.

He didn’t even question why you had the girls, just that you brought them back.

“Don’t worry, they were just hangin’ around the apartment, didn’t go too far.”

He sighed. Nodding as he began to walk down the streets, with you not to far behind. You didn’t wanna walk with them, that’ll be weird, so you pretended to lug along and be distracted.

Once you both hit back to the complex, Nanako and Mimiko ran up the steps from the lobby. And there you both stood. Just kind of there with eachother. It was awkward before he spoke.

“Again. My apologies, they’re at the age where all they do is wanna run and explore..”

He pinched his nose bridge, turning to look up at him, you noticed the dark stain on his waterline and a bit of a wrinkle under his eye.

“No worries! Really! It’s nice that they’re so active.”

He smiled, grateful at your approach to the situation and how you weren’t annoyed. You watched him take a quick peak at your body before pulling something out of his pocket. He handed you a candy, wrapped in pink plastic cover.

“Thank you hon, good day now.”

He walked after them.

You stayed there, looking at the pink candy in your hand and feeling your face get warm. AHHH. Quickly unwrapping it and placed the wrapper in your pocket. When you saw his gaze on your body and that purring tone he used to call you that dumb name. OUGH JUST KILL ME ALREADY.

You tried to not to think about it too hard while getting back to your place. Trying not to think about how his delicate fingers grazed your own. Why were they so soft anyway? Does he moisturize?.. But, as soon as that door closed, it was completely over. And when I say over, I mean over.

You RAN into your bed, laying on your back with a furrowed brow. This is so dumb. Just because they said Geto called you “hot”, didn’t mean it was true. Yet.. You knew the girls, sure they were a bit mischievous, but not liars.

Kicking your foot against the mattress in frustration. SO LAME SO LAME. You shouldn’t be all over a stupid crush like this. ESPECIALLY on man pushing 40’s. URGH. You weren’t weird like that. Well, the girls didn’t have a ma.. And he usually doesn’t bring a lady home, so.

Your thoughts were interrupted by a sudden pound on the wall next to your bed. Right. Mr. Geto’s room was right next to yours in terms of layout. So whatever he was saying or doing, you could just barely hear.

The pound sounded like a body, and was accompanied by a sigh, so it was definitely him. In an unconscious act, you leaned your body against the wall. Sort of calculating where his body rested so you could be lined up with him.

A hand ran along the walls of your room. Wistfully sighing like you were in some kind of movie. Anywhere else this would be embarrassing, but here, alone, is just one of your many pleasures of life. All was well and dandy, just kind of imagining this as a movie scene until you heard a muffled, familiar, voice.

You pressed your ear up to the thin barrier, making out what he was saying on, what you could only assume was the phone.

“No no.. Satoru you don’t you don’t understand, she’s too fine for her own good..”

His voice sounded strained, like he was biting his lip and holding something back. Who the hell was he going on about?

“I-I don’t mean to be perverted but like— No no you don’t understand like I could like see them. Yeah, no bra. And the white didn’t help much either..”

You looked down. Oh god you weren’t wearing a bra AND you had white on. I mean, it didn’t seem noticeable at the time but under the sun..

“I haven’t been like this since I was a teen, it’s weighing on me. I don’t enjoy feeling this way.. She’s such a sweet girl with her whole life ahead of her and— oh god and what about the temple..”

Well, he was dedicated. You knew that much. And we all know religion can be kinda iffy on sexual stuff. Especially lust and masturbation. Did he ever masturbate to you? WEIRD THOUGHT.

“Lo—Look Satoru I gotta go.. I need a moment to think about it. Yeah talk to you later, I’ll tell the girls you said hi..”

And the call was over. You heard the phone being thrown to a far end of the bed and his back pounding against the wall again.

Well that was the end of that. He would just fall for you and be guilty over his indecent thoughts, no big deal.

..

Then there was the sound of pants rustling.

No way.

You heard him place them on the blankets… And then his elbow hitting the wall. Oh lord.

You didn’t wanna believe it, he was proving it to you though.

“Forgive me.. Forgive me..”

He repeated quietly like a mantra. Before you heard the familiar sound of skin slapping. AHHHHH HE WAS JERKING OFF AHHH. Your heart began to beat 20 times more than usual. It felt so weird, so odd to hear this. You hadn’t heard it before, to be honest, you hadn’t even thought he would do things like that.

“I’m so-oorrryyy..”

He’d groan out, often cut off by a heavy moan. It was consistent. And you knew because you were hearing it. The whole thing. Ear pressed against the wall and all. You felt bad about it at first, but then again. He was jerking to the thought of you, so it was only a fair exchange.

His breathing was hot and heavy, and his pace wasn’t calculated. Assuming it’s because he was major desperate.

As perverted as it was, you wanted to hear him cum. You wanted to hear if he’d say your name, just to confirm…

And in your worst fear. Or greatest fantasy, he did.

Saying it with a passion and purr that was so perfect and sweet, but so raw at the same time.

You gasped, looking around your room to see if this was a joke. Was it? What would you do if it was?

A million thoughts raced through your head. You couldn’t bring yourself to listen to him anymore. Running out of the room and into your kitchen to distract yourself.

Maybe you’d cook? No. Watch TV? No. Go on your phone? No.. GAH! YOU COULDN’T GET IT OUT OF YOUR HEAD.

Then, a knock at your door. Please don’t let it be him..

Opening in the door, oh thank the lord it wasn’t him. Just Nanako and Mimiko. Why the hell were they at your door?

Just before you could ask, it was like they read your mind.

“We’re going out to play, can we borrow 5 dollars?”

‘Why me?’ You asked yourself. But didn’t deny them. Giving them a $5 bill.

“Thanks!! We’ll put in a good word for you!!”

Mimiko gleamed, and just like that they were off.

Good word?

To GETO?!

Again with the Geto oh lord it was never gonna end.

You turned your head to his door. Maybe drop by? He’s alone.. And you should probably tell him you gave them 5 dollars so he doesn’t think they stole anything.

You told yourself that was the reason while locking your door and walking over. Yeah that’s it. Not because you wanted to see him.

You knock 3 times.

No answer.

Then another.

Nothing.

Third times the charm, and it worked.

You heard feet shuffling in a panic and a frantic Geto answered the door. Breath heavy, hand wet with water, and his hair all messy with some strands sticking to his forehead.

“H-haa— Wha.. What’s goin’ on?”

His hand wasn’t even dry yet. You rested your weight on one leg with a hand on your hip.

“Sorry to bother just— Well, I gave the girls money, just wanted you to know so you don’t think they ya’know.. Shook some kid down.”

You have a light chuckle, he did too. Visibly relaxing against the door frame.

“How did I end up with such a good neighbor?.. Come in, come in sit.”

He says like he wasn’t just choking his chicken to the thought of you. He was so calculated so fast. Like, it was kind of annoying. You walk in not to far behind him, and you realized how little you’d been in his place. Maybe once or twice, but never more than that.

His home was furnished in a way that made everything seem so cool. Like a fresh breeze had just blown in. Pictures of his daughters and friends scattered on walls and counters, more than anything else.

A picture of him leaned against TV of his hair being shaved off. So he was a monk at some point in his youth.

Dolls and Littlest Pet Shop toys were scattered on the carpet of the living room, as well as books. It gave you a sense of a well loved home. A well furnished and loved home.

You smiled, he noticed. Bringing you both two glasses of water. He sat beside you. His airy scent seemed so natural. You turned away, looking to the wall next to the couch when you saw a bunch of old school pictures. It wasn’t hard to tell. You saw the quality and outfits of the time.

A blonde man with hair covering his eye. A white haired man, who you knew was called “Gojo”. A brown haired man. And finally a brown haired lady. Then your eyes landed on the corner. Holy flip.

There he was. And you could tell based on the tan of his skin and that shiny black haired man. Except, so much more detailed.

A heavy black underline and eyeliner, hair a bit frazzled and about to fall out of his bun, fingers littered with rings. But what attracted you the most was his PIERCINGS.

They were everywhere. I mean like all around. His brow had one, his ear was peace covered in all silver. Those same stretched out ears. And.

Oh lord.

A tongue piercing.

As clear as day because he was sticking it out.

You were hypnotized and he noticed FAST.

“Oh.. That’s from my college days..”

You turned back to him. Empty eyebrow hole, barely any earring piercings. And that familiar black stain on the waterline. It was like he totally abandoned the old him.

Until you saw his open mouth smile and there it was.

That little silver ball.

“You still kept the tongue piercing though?”

You pointed out, starting directly at his mouth. He placed a hand over his mouth and laughed.

“Ah yeah I do.. I find it a pain to take out.”

He looked away guiltily.

“That’s not the reason, is it?..”

Dangerous game you’re playing, god you didn’t know how he’d react to that statement. His head turned to you, a faint flush appearing before turning it down to his hands.

“Ah no. It’s cause, well.. In my youth. A lady I was hooking up with told me— Well- You know”

His words were scattered. You cocked a brow, he went on.

“She had told me, my tongue piercing— Wath hood hor eathing ow”

Midway he stuck out his tongue, letting you get a true glimpse of what it looked like. You assumed he said “was good for eating out”.

He noticed your silence and put it back in his mouth. Getting noticeably embarrassed and ashamed.

“I wanted to leave the past me behind, the scandalous me.. I apologize, it was crude to say all of that to you.”

He looked down, his eyes leaning to you and then seeing how you thighs pressed together. He decided to ignore it, furrowing his brows and bringing his hands together. Muttering something under his breath.

A prayer? Yeah probably.

“It’s fine Mr. Geto really, I asked in the first place. Plus, everyone has thoughts like that, no shame.”

He took a deep breath and placed both hands on his lap. He gripped his leg. Bringing his body up straight to stare directly down at you. He took a long drag down your body, looking at your legs, to your chest, shoulders, neck, and to you.

“I suppose so.. But.. You know, it’s still crude and- Oh lord- Distasteful..”

He had to take a deep breath in the middle of his sentence. He was fighting his inner self and it was way too obvious. He kept closing his eyes and repeating prayers in his head.

You looked down at your lap now. Just kind of staring at your thighs and hoping and praying he totally didn’t notice you pinching them together. You turned to his side to look at him again. But didn’t lift your head.

Oh lord you saw it.

The print was way too obvious in his grey sweatpants. His hand gripping the fabric so hard you thought he would rip them clean off.

He bit his bottom lip so hard you thought the skin was totally gonna rip off. You already saw it going red.

“So…”

You needed to change the conversation and fast. His hand quickly went to cover his raging erection when he noticed that you noticed. Shaking like he saw a ghost.

“I’m sorry.. It’s just.. Ah, I haven’t been intimate in quite a while. Guess I started reminiscing.”

Letting out an awkward laugh. He was about to run into his room and sob. Plus, he was still sensitive from being interrupted while gooning.

“What?.. You get hard while eating a girl out?”

You had never been this blunt with him. You never found it right. He wasn’t strong with his words, he took a delicate approach. And you watched his eyes visibly open, the purple shining off in the bright sun seeping through the blinds.

You looked down to see it twitch at just the mention of it. Oh lord you were literally joking, not SERIOUS when you said it.

Now you were both here. Cock hard and aching while you were slightly getting wet.

He looked at you.

You looked at him.

You both knew, ya’ll weren’t dumb. And he wanted to so bad, but his mind was stopping him. ‘THINK OF THE TEMPLE’ ‘Would Buddha be displeased?’ ‘She’s barely in her 20’s’

Every thought weighed on him. Lord the guilt was heavy. He was fighting every little part of himself to not give in. It was like everything was against him. A forbidden need. God it was just absolutely ruining him.

“I do.. Of course I do. What kind of man doesn’t?”

He turned to face you directly. Staring at you. Oh he really wanted it bad.. Like, dangerously bad. You saw it on his face. Years of religious repression getting to him, but also leaving him the second your hand grazed his thigh.

“You wanna eat me out?”

She shoots?

“Oh god yes.”

SHE SCORESSS.

Absolutely total half court shot made. You were shocked he said yes. He sounded so deliciously desperate.

In no time at all he had you lying back down on the couch. Shorts off and panties thrown elsewhere to the floor. And when he got that first look of your dripping cunt he almost came right then and there. Boxers on, sweatpants on and everything.

He hadn’t seen one in so long. He hadn’t necessarily wanted to. Not until you moved in. And every day he’s been dreaming of it. Now seeing it in real life he was ready to absolutely ruin it.

Quickly wrapping his arms under your legs he lifted them up so they rested on his shoulders. Holding your hips with his hands while his breath fanned against your folds. A heavy shiver went down your spine when you felt it, how scandalous..

You already saw metaphorical spirals appearing in his pupils before he kissed the side of your thigh. Letting his soft lips touch your supple skin. He melted into it easier than you would have thought.

“I’ll— Lord— Please forgive me if I can’t hold back..”

He murmured. Getting ever so closer before leaving a burning kiss to your clit. Your thighs twitched and your eyes peered to him. He had barely even kissed you but god did it feel good.

His eyes were closed in ecstasy as his drooling tongue licked a line down between. Laying it flat on your folds as he soaked in the flavor like some kind of food critic. The cold metallic feeling of his ball piercing hitting your clit as he flicked his tongue. Normally getting aten out was good, but with the piercing.. It was like a whole new idea and world was introduced to you.

He moaned, muffled by his mouth being occupied. The vibration going straight to your head and nerves.

He was engulfed in your taste. Popping his mouth on and off our your swollen pussy. Occasionally sucking and letting the ball of his piercing rest against your perked clit.

Damn if he wasn’t a good eater you wouldn’t know what he was.

“T-that lady was— Fuuuuhhhkk- Right..”

You laughed. Barely able to keep it up though without squishing his face with your thighs when his tongue swiped back and forth. He was definitely an eater, and what made it even better is that he looked like he lived for eating it.

He held onto your hips like if he let go and stopped licking, both you and him would cease to exist. He ate it in such a caring, but lustful way.

He opened his eyes, vision a bit blurred before he looked to you. Making direct eye contact as he licked a long stripe up. Curling his tongue at the end and licking his arousal covering lips.

“I don— Don’t know what’s gotten over me oh God.. Forgive me forgive me..”

He repeated again. He was really into being forgiven. You couldn’t tell if he was exactly talking to you, or Buddha. But you didn’t care because even after saying that, he kept devouring it. Shaking his head side to side while his tongue lay flat. Letting the tip slip into your dripping hole before pulling back to just make out with your sex.

He kissed it with such passion. Such a calculated way of making you tremble and moan. The noises you were letting out were obscene, if any of your neighbors heard— well. They weren’t much better. So why were you gonna stop at their expense? Infact. It made u louder.

When he heard you get louder his pace continued with fever. His hips rutting up into the air, not even humping the cushions literally just going into the air. He missed this feeling, knowing that his mouth can give a woman such intense pleasure. Putting the silver ball to use against your clit, giving it a cold sensation.

Your hand ran through his sleek black hair, tugging on the scalp of it. His eyes rolled back, letting out a guttural moan before going right back to work. You even felt your wetness drop down to your thighs, I mean, how messy was he gonna get?!

He liked it messy, no duh but whatever. He just kept slurping you up like he was dehydrated. His spit pooling into his mouth and dripping onto the couch cushions.

He took a moment to breathe, heavy gusts and wind blown on your sensitive pussy.

“Can’t get enough—“

He breathed out quick as hell before going back to mauling that. Piercing poking around at the flesh with his tongue drawing random spirals and shapes. And your grip only got stronger, nails digging into your own palm to ground yourself.

He brought you closer to his face, pushing your hips into his mouth while he sucked on your clit. Letting himself just enjoy it all before going back to smothering his face in it.

“Ar yu cloth?”

He panted while still eating it. Taking a while to actually pick up what he said before nodding. He nodded back, letting his tongue apply pressure to your wet cunt before licking up to your clit. Continuously sucking before watching your thighs shake and tremble around his face. Legs clamping around his head and he could swear he saw heaven in that moment of his breathing being cut off.

Your orgasm came out with such intensity. You realized no one had ever given you such good head, like, ever. Not with such care, such fever, such love. Damn you could get hooked on this.

You rode it out on his face, hips grinding against his mouth before he let go of your waist and you stopped suffocating him (to his own displeasure).

“Good girl.. You tasted— Lord— You taste—“

He couldn’t even finish his sentence. climbed on top of you, cradling your head up from the back to kiss you. You could taste yourself on his tongue, letting your own rest against his. The clacking of metal against your teeth feeling weird, but good. The skin around your lips also messy with your arousal. I mean he really ate that thing.

He pulled away from the kiss with a sort of guilty look in his eye, twisted with lust as well. He looked like he had just gotten rid of years of stress, but gained them back when he realized what he had done. It wasn’t you. No. Never you. It was his own mind messing with him. And that red band that lay across his right wrist.

“Hon.. Please. Forgive me.. But it hurts.. I’ve been wanting- Needing this for a long time and I dunno how much longer I can deny it”

You lifted your upper body up to see him pulling down his sweatpants along with the boxers. Watching his angry, throbbing cock lay bare against. Precum already dripping down and leaving a large wet patch on the fabric. He gave you a pathetic look.

“Please just tell me it’s okay that I’m doing this. It’s cruel and selfish but pleasepleaseplease..”

Is he, begging?

He’s begging.

The usually calm and composed, peaceful man. Who you knew always had a calculated look on his face, was begging you comfort him.

You couldn’t help but give a bit of a chuckle. Concealing it behind a soft smile.

“It’s okay, I’m totally down with all this. I want it as bad as you do. So, Suguru..”

You said his first name with a purr in your tone. Not like his usual calm purr, but with a new kind. A kind of purr that made his body shiver and his desires grow tenfold.

You watched as a flip switched in his head while scrambling a condom from the bottom drawer of his TV stand. Walking back over to you laying on the couch. Sitting on his knees infront of you, he placed it around his cock slowly. Letting it stretch and cover all his length while slowly aligning himself up with your hole. Still incredibly wet.

And when he put the tip in, feeling the warmth of a woman’s pussy for the first time in years. Lord it’s like every single guilty feeling left his body. The times he’s spent jerking off, and then spiraling about it for hours on end, leaving his mind. You watch it happen. You watched the way his eyes closed and a vein on his forehead bulged. Holding your hips with his nimble fingers and pushing in. Every inch reaching a spot inside of you that you never knew you had.

“You’re doing alright hon? Lemme know if you need it to stop..”

He said in such seriousness before continuing to slide in.

“Never better.”

You quipped. He almost lost it at that moment. He finally managed to slip all the way in, a groan of pain from you while a moan of pleasure from him. While it was a big painful, the pain subsided into raw pleasure like a snap.

He gripped your skin. He hadn’t felt such a thing in a looonggg time, so you let him bask in it. Letting him lean down to kiss your neck, then shoulder, then chest before flicking his tongue against your nipple. Catching a glimpse of that piercing made you clench around him and he felt that.

He didn’t need to question if it was because of the nipple or the metal. He knew.

Pulling himself back up, he realigned himself. Turning his gaze to you for permission. You rolled your eyes playfully.

“You can move, don’t hurt no more”

Beaming, he immediately got to work. Going slow, letting himself out by an inch. Then pushing back inside again. The wet squelch sound almost making you laugh, if you weren’t about to fall all over his dick.

Slowly he began going in and out, feeling your walls close in around him with intensity he never knew. He gritted his teeth, how the hell were you so warm? He was deprived, deprived of what he needed and desired so bad. Deprived of you in yourself. Not just your body, but you as a whole. He needed you. And right now, he just so happened to need your pussy.

He pushed himself so deep inside that you felt him fill you completely, stretching you to the point where it honestly felt unnatural. You whined from the feeling, god what he wouldn’t give to have that sound playing on his phone constantly.

“It’s okay hon.. S’okay..”

He consoled you, keeping him own pace up inside of you. The sounds of wetness and nothing making him loose his own sanity. He could hear every breath, every moan, every squelch, even rustle. It felt so intimate, cause it was. Still with that grey sweater covering his body and sweatpants throw with your own shorts.

But you knew. Even if he was trying to just enjoy, oh he was holding back LIKE CRAZY. You saw in the way he looked at you, the way his hands gripped your skin.

“Faster. Please, Suguru..”

His name in your voice clicked in his head. And like a sleeper agent he locked the hell in. Taking your hip in his hands “sorry sorry sorry” He whispered before taking his pace from a 4 all the way to a 8. He knew he needed this, he knew he needed to let off some steam but he also knew it might cause you harm. And he’d never let his neighbor girl get hurt.

All of a sudden everything got louder. Couch creaking, squelching getting louder, skin slapping faster, and your moans. Sweet, tempting moans ran through his head in circles. Oh he needed that to the point where he would just die to have it. It felt like he died now that he got to finally let it out.

“I-I gotta be honest hon!!-“

He exclaimed, aggressively poising into you. Damn could he FUUUUUUHHHHKKK. You looked at his expression, eyes closed with mouth wide open.

“Go ON!!”

You tried to keep your voice in check without a total moan taking away your words.

“No lady ever said the tongue piercing thing!! I just kept it because- All the men you brought over had ‘em, and good Lord if I didn’t want to be them..”

He admitted. The usual reserved Geto admitting his own selfish want for keeping it in instead of taking it out. You could almost laugh at his reason if it wasn’t turning you on so much. He kept his old ways just because he thought it’d make you want him? SUCH A FREAKING CORNBALL BUT SO SWEEET!!

You wanted to tell him how much you needed to hear that, and how much you wanted him too. Whenever you brought guys over they just so happened to look similar to him, not so much of a coincidence but he didn’t need to know that. You wanted to tell him this info BAD. But you could barely let out a ‘cute’ because all that’d escape would be a moan.

So you let out a moan. An apartment shaking moan that you imagined everyone heard, but you just. Couldn’t care less. It was all for him, all these moans and whimpers for his mind to keep forever. You always wanted to be polite for the neighbors, never wanting to bother but now, you wanted to be a bother so you knew just how good you were getting dicked down.

Cursing under his breath after hearing your moans, he kept at it. Letting his black hair fall and get all over his back. Strands sticking to his sweaty forehead while he reached the deepest part of your womb. His mouth fell open to really just feel every part of this experience to the highest amount he could.

He’s bullying you with it. And he doesn’t even realize how much you’re feeling. With every thrust your boobs bounced and hair rubbed against the cushions. You felt every single vein and it absolutely ruined you. You memorized it. One was on the left side going all the way up and down while the other was just slightly at the base. A hand went to grip the cushions while the other held onto nothing. His hands still gripping onto your waist like if he let go you’d split in two.

“I’ve never wanted anything more than this.. Please let me be selfish with you and let me have you like this?..”

It was a little too late to ask, but you didn’t mind. You liked that even during the moment he’d ask, like he hasn’t already been asking previously. Your mind could barely register the request before it finally was out through your skull. Letting out a chuckle you nod.

“Be selfish with me, Suguru”

That was all you needed to say before he started going at a pace only one could dream off. Missed out years caught up to him in that very moment as his cock was angrily pushed inside. Another high pitched moan escaped your mouth, as another moan did his. It felt like heaven to him, he tried to push the thought down but it did. It felt like pure and true heaven with him inside of you.

Ruthless pounding of skin making it hard to concentrate on anything else. You might have heard the neighbors knock on your walls, but you didn’t care. You both finally got what you wanted. He wanted you and you wanted him. It was all that mattered.

His thumb went down to your clit, rubbing side to side while he relentlessly pushed into you. He watched your expression change and your grip on the sofa get tighter.

“Cum with me, please. Suguru.”

You managed to let out with a strained voice. God not his name again. Anything but that. You felt your lower stomach tighten and your pussy clenching around his length pushed fully inside. And his cock buried fully inside. He continued to rub your clit, rubbing it with calculation while his own pace got aggressive.

You came first like he intended. Your legs spasming and locking around his waist. Toes clenching and eyes rolling back type of orgasm. A Earth shattering moan left your mouth, reverberating from the walls while your whole body trembles. Hot is all you could describe it, of you actually put it into words. It wouldn’t work.

He let you calm yourself on his cock before you watched his pace get sloppy and ultimately he shook as well. Shoulders shivering while he came inside the condom. All types of stress leaving him when he finally came. You felt his hands go from firm grip, to a barely hanging on grip. Watching him pull out of you slowly and then walking away. You didn’t think you could lift yourself up, se you kind of just heard what was going on. You heard the sound of a trash can opening, a sink running. And a water bottle.

He walked back. A bit frazzled but nonetheless still caring. He sat down and opened the bottle, cradling your head up. You drank, the cold water refurnishing some of your energy. He closed the bottle and placed it lord knows where. He looked at you lovingly, his guilty thoughts not running through his mind at the moment. It seemed like those things didn’t exist right now.

Slowly you sat up, bracing yourself if it was painful. Resting your back against the arm couch to atleast get a glimpse of the usually refined man. Who was now messed up panting.

You both sat there in silence. Just kind of admiring eachother before you landed on those beautiful purple eyes of his.

His eyeliner was running.

The eyeliner that he SWORE was just a stain from his youth, was running down his eyes to the middle of his cheeks.

“Leave the past behind me my ass”

He heard you and shook his head. Not deciding to answer or get mad, just letting you have the moment. His past would come up another time, but not now. Not with his hand gently stroking your sore body.

Not now. His guilt and past could wait.

E.N: HOLLLY FLIP THIS TOOK ME WAY LONGER THEN I THOUGHT IT WOULD. It’s mainly just because of my procrastination problem and also because I’m still a noob at writing sex.. #i♡beingavirgin!! Anyway!! I hope to write more for JJK men in the future, but I’ll try to keep a consistent schedule!!! Don’t take my word on it tho… Hope you all enjoy!!!! Reblogs, notes, and comments appreciated!!!!! (●’◡’●)ﾉ

[khvlani]

VACATION TICKETS — CALEX

summary: olivia plays matchmaker and offers her vacation tickets to alex who’s adamant on saying no.

pairings: casey novak/alex cabot

note: more alex than calex?? lol sorry

part: 1/2(?)

It was past work hours and Alexandra was still sitting in her office chair, rummaging and working her way through mountains of files. This was her normal. Working late, letting her hunger pass, finishing workload after workload, the grind kept her alive and burning. Alex wasn’t the type to take vacations or rest days – unless of course, she’s absolutely burnt out.

Across the hall, a woman about three years younger than her and perhaps— she won’t ever admit it — her favorite colleague, Casey Novak, resides. Unlike her, the redhead had gone home hours ago. Not that Casey had designated rest hours — she didn’t. The redhead just happened to have enjoyed working home alone.

A soft knock interrupts Alex in her flow. It was Olivia.

“Busy?” Olivia leans against the door. Her eyes were glued on the blonde woman across her, still engrossed in her work. “What do you need?” Alex asks, her eyes still glued onto her work. “Did your mother ever teach you manners?” Alex tilts her head lightly to the side, a small groan escaping her lips as she looks up at the brunette, nudging her glasses towards her, “did they ever tell you how much of a menace you are?” she smirks at Olivia who is now seated on the chair in front of her table.

“What do you need?” she asks once again, this time her tone is a little pressed.

Olivia leans back on her chair, “have you ever used your thirty..? or was it fifty vacation days?” Alex’s lips curled into a small smile, “fifty, and no, I have not. I’d give them to you if we worked in one office,” she sneers, leaning back against her own chair as she takes a sip of her coffee. “Well, I talked with Branch, he’s allowing you to use it for the weekend or…” Olivia drags her sentence smirking, “or the whole week even.”

Alex shakes her head, smiling as she leans forward towards her desk. “Look, Liv, if I wanted to go on a vacation, I would. I have enough money to buy myself–” Olivia cuts her off, “Just hear me out–” The blonde rolls her eyes and in true Alexandra fashion, cuts off Olivia, “No, hear ME out–”

Without hesitation, Olivia took a deep breath and talked as fast as she could not giving Alex a chance to speak, “Blake, this guy i’m dating wanted us to travel for our anniversary as our little getaway but he has a last minute, very important, business meeting he has to attend and I’ve got a galla to attend that could bump up my salary and give me a raise. So, long story short, neither of us can go. It’s a cabin in the Swiss Alps, Lex and based on the pictures online, it looks very homey and romantic,” she says out of breath.

Alex sighs, she could see Olivia tryingand appreciates her efforts to have Alex out of the office for once but somehow the idea of it just didn’t feel right. After a long silence, out of respect, Alex gives in to the idea, “What would I even do in a romantic cabin, hmm?” she asks, her tone as if challenging Olivia. It was clear she was looking for a way out or some sort.

“I invited Casey to go with you, and before you go on ranting, she already agreed. I mean to be fair, she’d take it on her own and–”

“I’ll take it. When is this? How will we get there? What is the mode of transportation from the airport to the cabin? Is there service? How did you get Casey to agree?”

Olivia smiles. It was no secret to anyone who works with Alex and Casey that they had tension. All they needed was a nudge towards each other to get the whole zing to work, and to no one’s surprise, these fools couldn’t make it work without help. This was a big nudge for both lawyers, and an exciting adventure for Alexandra who is apparently the biggest lovesick puppy for Casey.

After spending the next hour discussing the itinerary to Alex, Olivia was positive about this — and to be fair, both Alex and Casey were, individually of course. Once it was over, and Olivia had left, Alex grabbed her phone and leaned back on her chair. This was her chance and she was making the most of it.

So… Swiss Alps?

she types, sending the message immediately without hesitation – something she had never done to Casey. It was barely a minute when she got a reply,

I take that Olivia had told you already?

Yes. How do you feel about it?

‘Fuck’ she mutters. ‘Could have worded that better, Alexandra’ she says to herself, groaning lightly, the buzz of her phone interrupting her thoughts. The text message read,

I’m excited actually. I’ve never been to the Alps or went with a pretty girl anywhere ;)

Alex’s eye twitch, the excitement making her drop her phone, get off of her chair and walk towards a corner into her office, lightly hitting her head against the wall out of excitement. She groans, talking into the wall “FUCKING HELL!”

The DA’s office was pretty much empty by this hour but for Alex, it felt like the entire city heard her. Another buzz comes up and Alex immediately rushes to her phone. It was from Casey, again.

too much?

read, 00:23

Alex stood there, watching the message. She groans, covering her face with her hands. She hated feeling this way. She was giving in too soon. Feeling emotions, big ones.

Alex?

Alex stares at the message, sighing as she sits back down on her chair. This time, she smiles as she picks up her phone. For once, Alexandra Cabot was giving in.

no. absolutely not :)

good. we should talk over coffee soon. plan the itinerary and see what we could do.

im excited to spend time with you :)

me too, casey.

[benjinoff13]

thunderbolts spoiler below

antonia’s story

i’m not exaggerating when i say i’ve seen no one talk about antonia’s death while i had a huge problem with it, and when i say huge problem i mean that it made the entire movie almost unenjoyable for me

besides yelena, antonia was the character i was most excited to see because let’s be honest, who gives a fuck about john walker or ava what’s her name

i understand not everyone liked antonia or cares about her but to people who love nat and black widow she should be important and so she is to me, her story was so intense and is so heavily tied to natasha and yelena

natasha tried to kill dreykov to join shield and in turn she thought she killed a child, this arguably is one of her biggest motivations in everything until black widow for her to join the avengers, to be better and save as many people as she can save and clear her consciousness and wash the blood off her hands

in black widow her and yelena find out antonia is alive but because of that went trough something probably even worse than yelena and nat, antonia arguably is very similar to bucky but gets a fraction of the respect and love he does, she was chemically subjugated into becoming a killing machine, didn’t get to chose who she worked for and was forced to work for her father who i think is the worst villain in the mcu and is responsible for more blood and grief than anyone, this perhaps is something only women can understand

in black widow yelena and natasha saved her and the look on her face is something i will always remember, the pure horror of her realization, her literal and metaphorical scars that are inflicted by the same person that saves her from them will forever be in the back of nat’s and yelena’s mind

and she’s saved, she, like all the other widows, gets the opportunity to make something of herself, to find hapiness and heal, and instead she can’t and goes back to doing what she knows best which is killing and inflicting chaos, same as yelena does

then she appears in the group and is so close to the opportunity all of the others get, she’s so close to finding family and healing from her trauma but instead of giving her that opportunity marvel choses to kill her off in the most irrelevant and disrespectful manner possible

instead of the character that consciously brutally kills an innocent man or the character no one even remembers, antonia of all people gets killed off, i understand they wanted to shock the audience but doing that by killing off a character who is the epitome of what the movie is supposed to be about is not the way, to me it seems like marvel didn’t know what to do with her and killed her off without a second thought

her death gets mentioned 1,5 times and yelena only seems to care very little eventhough she played a huge part in saving antonia and should relate to her an infinite amount

lastly marvel did a terrible job promoting the movie by implying that antonia would be a part of the thunderbolts and was going to be in the movie as much as the other characters, the exact same thing happened to maria hill in secret invasion, this seems to be a trend with marvel, they have a strong female character with a complicated past and an armory of potential but instead of bringing them to life like they would with any male character, they kill them off in a way that leaves the story completely unchanged making their deaths absolutely meaningless

every time i think marvel is taking a step in the right direction when it comes to feminism and diversity, they take two steps back

letting the female characters close the zippers on their suits and giving them flat shoes isn’t enough, they need to actually be written as well as the men, quality AND quantity-wise

two other great posts about this topic are this one about nat’s connection to this and this one about dreykov as a villain

[justanotherspine]

The Pitt x Supernatural AU

Back with more AU headcannons :)

Just my opinions on who'd be what creature!

Also I had to delete my account so l'm recreating my old posts, so if you've seen this before, you're not going crazy :)

Abbot's a vampire. Literally you cannot convince me that this man is anything else. He joined the army to become a medic bc he's seen so much suffering and pain and he wanted to help others as much as he can

Samira's a fairy. She's one of the helpful ones who grants wishes and offers guidance. She also uses her powers for good, such as healing or curing illnesses. If she grants a wish, it has to be for good and if not, well she'll make you rue the day you tricked her

Santos is a siren. You cannot tell me that this woman does not hate men (esp men who use their power over others for their own selfish gain) She'll use her powers to hunt down men who have wronged others or hurt women. If you've never hurt anyone before (esp children and women) she'll leave you be

Mel would be a guardian angel. She'd protect those who cannot protect themselves. So this includes children, those who might be ill or weak, those who others prey on due to them having a disability or being on the spectrum.

Robby would be a ghost. He's constantly being haunted by his past, never fully able to move on to the next realm. But he tries his best to help others not make the same mistakes he did

Frank would be a mischievous fairy. He'd be going around playing pranks or just screwing up people's lives for the fun of it. He doesn't do it out of malice but entertainment. He thrives off the chaos

I feel like Ellis would be a hellhound. She gives off soldier vibes who follows the rules to a T. So she keeps people in their place. The dead stay in the underworld and those who are not supposed to be there won't get past her.

Dana would be a Druid, guiding others and teaching them about the supernatural. She'd oversee everything and also heal those who were harmed. She'd also play mediator between those who wouldn't get along

Whittaker's a werewolf. He was turned as a teenager. It's why the poor boy always looks so tired and worn out. It takes him the majority of the month to recover from the one night he transforms. Plus he's very lanky which is why no one suspects the boy's a very powerful werewolf

Javadi's a witch. She's been studying spells and such since she could speak. Her family is part of a massive coven and her parents in particular are very powerful witches. She's spends her whole life trying to get to their level and be just as respected as they are

Mateo would also be a werewolf, but born as one which is why he's not as tired and worn out as Whittaker

I feel like McKay, Shen, Emory, Garcia, and Donnie would be hunters (but I'm not too sure if that's the case for all of them)

Okay that’s all I got but would love to hear other’s take on this! <3

[qoldenskies]

Do you have anything to say about cc Donnie and Splinter? Any crumbs? I need them🥺

I UNDERSTAND YOU THEY ARE THE SWEETEST.... im trying to think about what i could say hrmmmm. i love how endeared cc!splinter finds donnie when he's being like,, earnestly himself. i think he's always found him charming (he loves his baby so much!!!!) but he's not really laughing at him or anything anymore, when he kind of did before? in the kind of way someone would do so to a much younger child; i think it's a big reason he accidentally disregarded donnie's feelings, because he was out of their lives for so long once the depression hit and sometimes he's hit in the face with the fact that they're fully-formed individuals with serious emotional dilemmas and complexes and such (he didn't miss them developing, but he wasn't all there). he's not that way anymore with the curse said and done. he's learned his lesson.

honestly he's the one who respects donnie's autonomy the most out of anyone (behind mikey, who even then has to contend with a lot of trauma that can inhibit him). that's his sweet little baby boy but he's also going to be the first one to gently push him out of his comfort zone and encourage him to try new things, while the others are weak and will fold like a house of cards in most circumstances. this kind of adds a new flavor to their dynamic that im trying to put into words,,, it's like, splinter makes it so everything is an inside joke between them, in a way. he'll make an underhanded joke to one of the others and wink at donnie to make him laugh. he's always pushing him to take up more space, to assert himself and ask for a little more. he finds the way the other three will trip over themselves to accommodate him to be adorable, although he worries when it goes too far. he's gentle in a way that doesn't make donnie feel guilty. he's a breath of fresh air when donnie feels overwhelmed, because splinter makes it all feel so seamless sometimes.

there's a lot of silly jokes about how he doesn't have favorites, but also it's donnie (they all know its just him playing around but i dont even think they'd pretend to be upset for the sake of the joke, i think they'd just sagely nod like its the most understandable thing ever). he goes out of his way to make him feel loved without making it completely serious, because he understands that's relieving. he's really good at letting donnie in on the joke without being pushy about it. he's different than he was before but he lets donnie feel so normal in a lot of ways, and it's a breath of fresh air sometimes. i think more than anything splinter just wants to see him happy and smiling again, and he'll support pretty much anything that allows that. he can do whatever he wants forever 💖 the others have their limits because they care about his safety maybe a little too much but splinter will enable his deranged behavior now, he deserves to do a little more terrorism. as a treat

anyways donnie is going to be absolutely fucking devastated and inconsolable when he dies i hope you know that

[katerinaaqu]

Oh absolutely you do not even need to agree. I am only expressing my own personal opinion and why I have the stance I have but of course you can like it is up to you and of course you can be eager on it or see only the positive it brings. It definitely is your opinion. I respect it. 🙏 I only express why I do not like it

Yup exactly or that people think that in order to do something "trendy" instead on focusing on making it more accurate they do exactly what you say. Basically use the popularity of an old tale to do their random and original stuff they just use the names for popularity and then Basically not do anything of that tale they adapt said or stood for.

Yup you get it. Or worse that you do not matter. "It is popular so who cares?" "There are versions so this is equivalent to your ancient history" or "it is a fake story and fanfiction who cares?" And as you said use it only for anesthetics and fun instead of truly appreciating it. Do we feel happy that our stories continue to inspire? Sure. But why do we need to pay the price of being used like a happy meal advertisement all the time? (By the way I would love to hear more about your culture too)

Oh please not at all do not feel like that because as I said you did your research you actually got curious and showed interest. This definitely is how you are being respectful and you do use your inspiration and enthusiasm for actually delving into it and that is definitely the best way to do it. The fact that you liked the result doesn't make you morally inferior in any way absolutely not. You must never apologize for the things you like especially since you delve into the roots of this culture.

Please never apologize. You must never apologize to anyone since you know and you do separate some things. You enjoy music and you enjoy the feeling of coming together and you definitely bring a good point that indeed in a world where art is underrated (and I know because my brother is a professional musician and barely manages to work at celebrations) artists managed to elevate their careers and make a name for themselves and push forward and indeed that is great the same as it is great that people like you come out of it that actually delve deep and do not consider the retelling as 5he source

But yes speaking on sources should have been the rule not the exception and unfortunately it isn't happening. I definitely understand how such efforts are appreciated which is why I am disappointed because it would have been so awesome if he had used that talent to actually promote the Odyssey instead of something that just uses the Odyssey as a name.

Here's one example that I discussed with a friend; instead of the ridiculous culturally "600 strikes" that made Poseidon one of the most powerful gods look like a boasting idiot and his previous "get in the water" badass song appear like useless empty threats Here's an idea:

Why on earth didn't he put a duet battle between Poseidon and Leucothea?

Like Leucothea appearing giving him her belt. He could play again with the "get in the water" pattern but this time Leucothea encourages him. Then she fights with Poseidon to protect Odysseus..maybe fails miserably but keeps going on occasion singing "get in the water" Odysseus struggling in the water calling for help or chanting the names of people he lost as he struggles. He could make use of the suffering pattern here like Leucothea singing to Poseidon to take the suffering from him.

Even better use the same voice actress of Penelopw to play Leucothea and use the same pattern of Odysseus finding strength hence etc and that is only one example that one could use and make it loose but still be more respectful to the text but given the changes it wouldn't mean much at that point but GOSH would I appreciate it more than whatever the hell happened in that saga!

Thank you for understanding and please do not feel the need to change your taste or opinion on the musical swayed by this only. But I am happy that you understand where I come from and of course I will continue my work even if no one sees it because that is MY passionate project!

Most people on Tumblr: Yay! We can have a musical based on the Iliad! Me after seeing what happened with Odyssey plot especially the last saga and the fandom logic inserting the ancient sources (again):

[thisiseditsandstuff]

forever thinking about Venom putting a jacket around both Kaz and Quiet when he takes them back to mother base

[general-cyno]

jumps in to add, because I've had a bunch of thoughts about these two:

I think it's very interesting that mydei and anaxa are actually somewhat similar at their core, despite their most superficial differences. while most chrysos heirs have experienced loss and are inherently driven by self-sacrifice, there's something very particular about the way undying mydeimos and anaxagoras the (foolish) alchemist both use their bodies as tools: to fight and protect, for truth and knowledge, and all this for other ppl's sake. for the kremnoan detachment, for a mother, for the grove, for a sister, for amphoreus and its future. they even tend to refer to their bodies in a bit of a detached manner too.

mydei: but after nine winters, this body of mine crawled out of the sea... even the reaper themself had abandoned it. // on the battlefield, the only thing I can rely on is this undying body. (voicelines)

anaxa: this body... has long been tempered by near ruin. (trailer). // step over my body and take the torch from my hands. use me as the firewood to ignite the flames that will bring light to the truth! (profile stories).

after anaxa is brought to okhema following the invasion of the grove, one thing he does is approach the relatives of his fallen peers. something that stood out to me is his conversation with a kremnoan lady who'd married a scholar, the latter of which died during the siege. while castorice and TB are kind of baffled that she'd ask whether her husband defended the grove to his last breath instead of anything else... anaxa understands and reassures her that he did - as though he genuinely, intuitively understands how important sacrifice, honor and fighting to protect what one cherishes is to someone, and not just anyone, but a warrior of kremnos in specific (which I think he does! he's also no stranger to death and sacrifice under such circumstances). which, needlessly to say, could make for an interesting dynamic between him and mydei.

(plus, now we know grove scholar x kremnoan warrior relationships are indeed a thing.)

the above brings me to another point and it's that sense of alienation entangled with duty they both experience:

mydei is beloved by his people, yes, but kremnoans (and outlanders) in general are subjected to in-game prejudice, especially within okhema, due to the history between the two cities. aside from that, mydei is introduced as "the lion apart from the rest" and struggles a lot with his kremnoan bloodline, kremnos' violent history, with how his people (including the young who never even got a chance to be born nor live in the fortress) view and yearn for kremnos as a home when he... doesn't, not quite. still, he takes the role of protector and leader, and, even when he's aware he will be resented for his decision - he chooses the course he believes best to guarantee their safety and future, subjecting himself to a lonesome and battle-ridden path to ensure it. in contrast yet similarly, while there are students and some peers who do care for and respect him, anaxa is generally loathed by the majority. nevertheless, anaxa decides to singlehandedly shoulder the burden of defying the rules of the world, of uncovering and sharing the truth, no matter how it puts him at odds not just with his fellow scholars and heirs but pretty much the rest of amphoreus, for their sake and the future too, because well. as unhinged as he can be about it, he cares.

(not to mention how these sentiments were inspired in both of them by important familial figures - namely, mydei's mother and anaxa's sister, who play a prominent role in both their stories and motivations.)

another thing is that they're both rebels of a sort. anaxa more blatantly so, because of his character revolving around the idea of denouncing the gods/titans and rejecting the prophecy, and even as a kid he already dared to question the world around him - but I'd argue mydei is one as well. he is the undying mydeimos who fought his way out of sea of souls as a child, who rejects the call of thanatos again and again, and, despite the inevitability of destiny/fate hanging above his and everyone's heads, he still fights and chooses his own path. as he tells castorice in 3.2: control what little you can, and when fate's inescapable grasp comes... resist it with the strength of your mighty will. heck, he even resisted inheriting the strife coreflame initially until the circumstances very much forced him to. this is all something that anaxa, local fate defying blasphemer who values such strong convictions, could easily relate to imo.

there's other stuff like their respective titans being friends in the previous cycle, how "reason" plays a big role in freeing nikador and how this is the same concept that anaxa's own titan embodies, wrath of man vs the sin of pride, that mydei himself already believes anaxa is someone he'd come to appreciate too if anaxa's managed to impress and earn phainon's respect so much, anaxa the dromas lover vs mydei whose dromas adores him so much it went a lil crazy when he left, etc. it's actually insane to me that these two didn't know each other or hadn't interacted beforehand when kremnos and the grove are neighbors on the map, on top of the fact that they have more people in common than not, and for all intents and purposes, could get along nicely. that's what fanon is here for, though.

anyone else think about the parallels between mydei and anaxa......

mydeimos, crown prince of castrum kremnos and mydei, prophesied member of the chrysos heirs. anaxagoras, scholar of the grove of epiphany and anaxa, prophesied member of the chrysos heirs.

with how mydei and the rest of castrum kremnos are labeled as ceaseless warriors, those who only know violence. and what do people usually think of as a parallel to fighting? knowledge. that of which anaxa embodies.

how mydei wants to so badly break the stereotypes and for his people to live their lives without constant battle and turmoil, to know and learn other pleasures in life. with how he was so conflicted about taking the coreflame of strife and becoming the demigod of strife because he did not want to succumb to the same controlling madness that nikador or eurypon did and make his people suffer any more.

they yearn for their prince to lead them homeward - yet that prince has never known the walls they know to be home.

how anaxa does not care for what lies and nasty things may be said about him or his ideals because he believes in himself and himself alone in revealing the fundamental truths of the world For The People and for himself. how he's resorted to unsavory methods in his alchemical ways for the sole sake of truth, no matter if it is ugly or unbelievable to others.

he's manipulated his body so much, losing an eye im a failed attempt to bring his beloved sister back and carving out his heart to be able to craft a stone slate that would help castorice with her given objective. he willingly threw away his life in a last attempt to complete his experiments when the grove was under attack by the black tide, trying to fuse himself with the coreflame of reason, only to fail and die - yet be brought back to life by it because cerces had the same idea.

mydei, in conflict with himself, for his people. anaxa, in conflict with the world, for truth.

mydei and being remembered as Mydei, of the flame-chase journey. not mydeimos, the crown prince of kremnos.

anaxagoras and being remembered as Anaxagoras, of the grove. not anaxa, of the flame-chase journey.

how there are people with memories and recollections of mydei, writings and scrolls, a prince who will not so easily be forgotten or erased from history because of how potent of a figure he is to them. he has people who understand him for Him and not mydeimos the crown prince.

yet with anaxa, every written piece or recollection of him is on the verge of being forgotten or destroyed, and very few people have actually come to understand him as Him and not the blasphemer or great performer of the grove.

DO YOU SEE MY VISION. TELL ME YOU SEE IT.

[kath-artic]

its so crazy when people you grew up with grow into horrible people. not surprising but strange nonetheless

[blackcatxmagic]

Just as he thought, the woman was going to be a good source of information to help him learn how to brave the northern climate. "I bought some flannels actually," Ocean said, a bit of excitement in his voice because of being ahead of the game. He had one of the steps already done, though he thought he should buy a few more at least. "I do like layers," he told the other. "I like being cozy. I've learned that since coming here." Piling on layers in cold weather was akin to cuddling up under a warm blanket, Ocean had realized, like the mobile version of that. "I think I know what a thermal is," Ocean replied. "Maybe I could do that some time too. I didn't start at the ranch until winter was over, but I think next season I might need to find ways to stay warm since I'll be outside a lot in that weather, and maybe thermals are the way to do it."

When he heard the other's comment about his name, Ocean smiled because he liked that she had been thinking the same thing. "Yeah...sometimes I wonder if that's why I like the water so much, if it was like a subconscious thing. I mean, my sister Sunshine loves, well, the sunshine, and Rain loves the rain, so maybe my parents accidentally conditioned us when they chose our names." He nodded as the woman talked about the ocean, telling her, "It's definitely dangerous if you don't respect it, but it's alright if you do. It's like...a wild animal kind of. You can't control it, and it could be the end of you if you try or if you forget what kind of power it has." Ocean spoke about the ocean with a kind of reverence; he'd always had such a connection to it. "Pools are nice too, or the lake," he added. When he heard the other's comment about the blond, Ocean paused, thinking who it could be. "I don't know everyone's name yet," Ocean said, "but maybe that was Linden. Jesse is like...a cowboy type of guy, at least that's how I think of him, so if that wasn't who you saw, it wasn't him."

Now that Ocean knew Nell's name, he remembered Corey mentioning her again. "I'm sorry," Ocean apologized, "I should have realized who you were. I've seen you play once." Of course, Ocean had felt so awkward standing there by himself (apart from the strangers around him) that he'd barely registered anyone else. Everything around him had felt kind of hazy, and that would explain why he hadn't recognized Nell. Maybe next time he would take Aris so he could actually enjoy it. Nodding, Ocean agreed, "Yeah, Corey's great. I'm...I'm really lucky to be his friend. He puts up with a lot from me, and I don't really get why he would want to be my friend since I'm just...I don't have anything to offer him. But I'm glad he does." Sometimes it felt like a dream, that people like Corey and Aris would actually care about him, but it was real, and Ocean was still learning not to keep waiting for them to leave. "No, I'm not going anywhere," Ocean told Nell. "That...would be alright. Maybe we can get ice cream before too?" That sounded good on this sunshiny day.

Nodding her head, Eleanor found herself agreeing. She had also come to Washington filled with excitement, mixed with dread, but she'd never tell anyone that. Still, she had been exhilarated when moving here; the trees looked like giants, and the nature was vast and wild. It was a place that she could easily get lost in, and that was the whole point. No one would be able to find her here. "I can absolutely help you with the staying warm part. I mean, I can only tell you what I do, and honestly, it's mostly just layers upon layers." Smirking, she paused and tried to think of some good advice. "Flannels are a must; you can always find them at Goodwill. Heavy scarves, thick socks, and gloves. It will suck at first, especially for you since but you'll end up going outside and not worrying about frostbite. However, if you aren't one for layers, there are always thermal shirts."

"There is something magical about water, I stick to pools because the ocean is kinda scary, I mean the tide could just pull me away..." Shaking her head, she smiled softly. "Your name fits you, then." Smirking, she shook her head no, she hadn't met anyone at Prescott Ranch, mostly because she would never get close enough to speak to anyone. "I actually just stare at the horses and never really see any people. I do see someone blonde walking around, but I don't think that is Jesse."

Nell was glad she mentioned Corey, because once she did, Ocean's demeanor changed to something more relaxed and light. It seemed he had that effect on people, or at least every person she knew. "Corey is great, he was one of the first few people I met when I moved here. He saw my guitar, and now I'm in the band." Being in Chasm had done wonders for Eleanor's self-esteem. Allowed her to open up with music and find other people like her in town. "Are you heading anywhere in particular? I was going to grab a coffee and head to the park, if you wanna come."

[ganymedesclock]

Out of curiosity, any thoughts on the anime Bleach?

I consumed a fairly good chunk of it when I was younger. It's since faded in my passions. I think Rolling Star by Yui is by far my favorite of the openings but a lot of them are very good.

I think the visuals are fairly stylish but it suffers the shonen problem- granted, I think a lot of this is in the format of how long running shonens are produced- of starting out with a bold exciting concept and then sort of petering out in weird directions the longer it goes on. In Bleach's case, I really loved the design and concept of the early hollows, but from the Soul Society arc onward, this entire fascinating afterlife concept boils down to Fashion Sword Boys Fightin' It Out.

Most of my residual fondness for it has me eyeing @gallusrostromegalus's An Elephant Is Warm And Mushy, because it seems to be taking a lot of the later series and injecting that sense of weird monsters and afterlife ramifications back into it.

[crescentfool]

bonerattle arena fucks severely. i was not expecting it to rival my love for jammin' salmon junction, but wow. this map feels like a love letter to people who love and enjoy salmon run. (i ended up playing the rotation for around 3.5 hours... which you can watch here if you like!)

the map's circular shape on normal/high tide effectively makes the spawns from this map come from every angle. it's a test of awareness and movement skill- and the walls + inkrails really, really make rotating around the map feel so fluid and easy.

and low tide's hexagonal two-ring design is so fascinating too! instead of testing movement, it tests your team's ability to make judgment calls on luring and making sure you don't overwhelm basket from luring too much.

i also feel that every special in salmon feels really rewarding to use on this map- even reefslider! i've played enough to see that most specials bring so much utility and value, and i just love that no special feels like it's "useless" on this map.

there's also a few flyfish tech on this map that echoes the bomb tricks on jammin' salmon junction and spawning grounds (and i guess gone fission too), it feels really intuitive on what spots can pop two baskets at once (it's the grates and the rails) and i just? feel really rewarded for playing as much salmon as i do.

i feel that the map's inclusion of the ink rail mechanic evokes a lot of similar vibes to ruins of ark polaris- and i really liked that! there's definitely some things i want to fine tune and understand better about them, but they're really fun.

i still need to see how other weapons feel on this map, but it feels like both mobile and stationary weapons can exceed here- there's nice perches for long range weapons, lots of walls for quick weapons to use to escape situations... it's so swag...! a very good final map, i think!

[moe-broey]

Oh. Huh.

[foldingfittedsheets]

It started with cantrips, which is why it took people a while to notice. The first few events were people on the news talking about how they’d been needing a light and then suddenly they’d waved a hand and said words and there was light. No one really believed them but as more reports were verified suddenly more people came forward with even less believable stories of what everyone really didn’t want to call magic. Even though it was pretty obviously magic. Spectral floating hands grabbing things that were out of reach, whispered messages that reached their friend seated too far away to hear them.

An EMT who whispered a word and suddenly saved a dying man.

Then the darker stories started filtering in. 

Words spoken in anger causing explosions. Poison spewing forth from a hand gesture. One person gave a retort so witty that someone was hospitalized. 

Everyone was scared, but the nerds started to figure it out fastest. It sure wasn’t the scientists who were doing the equivalent of crying on the floor in the fetal position in their respective labs while reports poured in globally of these occurrences. A growing movement online started spreading lists. They had all the blessings people might have gotten and regardless of how many people scoffed no one could really deny that every instance of magic correlated to a website listing the cantrips in Dungeons and Dragons. People pooled their collective resources to help quantify what was happening and facts started to emerge.

Everybody got one. You had to be at least thirteen to use the magic. That pretty much summed up the only other common denominators. Otherwise it seemed completely random, the magic didn’t line up with any existing character traits. You just unlocked one piece of magic each. People with aggressive cantrips were almost loaded up into camps for suddenly being so dangerous- however many hit points real humans had it was apparently not a big number. A lot more deaths occurred than anyone could feasibly track and the global population panicked.

The legislation for the camps got struck down. There were riots and confusion and for a while everything was pretty chaotic. Firebolts and Eldritch Blasts went off from sheer exuberance as much as anything else. Amidst the rioting were people just living their lives, not using their cantrips. It took a while for things to settle down, but humans can get used to most anything if given enough time.

Almost everybody scanned the list to figure out which they got, but someone with Chill Touch just enjoyed frostier beverages than most even if it made you think about death more to drink something after the skeleton hand had been wrapped around it. At least it looked cool. Most people didn’t really do anything other than play around. A youtuber who had gotten Shape Water suddenly surged in popularity as she pivoted her channel to creating beautiful patterns with colored water. Other online personalities quickly followed and those with combat focused magic set up backyard target practice to show off. Some fires resulted as well as numerous noise complaints and a law was passed limiting where people could practice magic. It was virtually unenforceable but the people in charge were trying to keep a grip on the situation.

Noticeably the largest subset of the population that used their magic were those who had gotten Spare the Dying. Every government turned out the call that such individuals would receive a generous stipend for taking to the hospitals and stabilizing the sick and injured. Death rates dropped substantially, but it was still only a cantrip. Cancer marched on, but many got to live after miraculous recoveries.

Months passed and things started to become a little more normal. There were still debates about what had caused it and how to regulate magic but day to day life settled down. Speculations over what the long term ramifications would be continued as well as why those cantrips. Wizards of the Coast refused to comment for the first six months, closing its doors to the rioting and keeping them closed. At the end of six months they abruptly published a new line of cantrip cards with all kinds of utility and no combat usage whatsoever. The internet exploded and the government wasn’t pleased, but nothing happened. No one got any new magic. People wondered if those under thirteen would manifest the new stuff, but no one did. They just blew out their thirteenth birthday candles and got handed a cantrip like everyone else. 

A year later a mechanic in rural Canada was peering into the engine of a busted car. He realized he needed some lubricant and instead of reaching for his can he waved a hand and splattered the car with Grease that had burst from his hand. He was a calm sort of fellow so he called up the local news and said there was more magic. They asked first what cantrip he had- folks who received Prestidigitation had made a number of false alarms on receiving additional magic. The mechanic told them his cantrip was Infestation which he’d never had cause to use after figuring it out. 

The press descended and demanded a demonstration. Most people had read up on the basic rules of magic at that point, so everyone understood when the mechanic said they’d have to wait until the next day. A media storm went up the next day with headlines blaring that first level magic had been unlocked after the passing of the lunar new year. 

A wide contingent had been waiting for this opportunity. The spell list went out again amidst less panic but more chaos. There was a rash of identity thefts no could trace and eventually people realized Disguise Self posed a significant challenge to daily life. Celebrities had trouble convincing people they were who they said as random citizens took their faces on numerous joyrides. A scandal broke when it turned out an A list actor had hired someone else to play them while they went on vacation but the details were kept very hush hush.

Hospitals called out desperately for anyone with healing magic and most of those blessed with Cure Wounds and Healing Word answered. People with Goodberry formed community food kitchens and for the first time it seemed like hunger could actually be eliminated. Veterinary offices and zoos made special positions for those who could cast Animal Friendship and Speak with Animals.

A celebrity chef hit the jackpot with Purify Food and Drink and made a whole spinoff series where she went dumpster diving and made five star meals out of rotting leftovers. Several people changed careers entirely to lend their services to study ancient texts with Comprehend Languages. Even one hour a day led to huge leaps in discovery and understanding of ancient civilizations. 

A small murmur of worry followed the new influx of skills and power. What would happen when more magic was unlocked? The amount of people now running around with dangerous combat spells was even greater than before. Would people have to worry about necromancy? New crimes were being invented faster than laws could keep up as magic was put to novel and interesting uses. 

A year passed and everyone waited with bated breath for the lunar new year, but nothing happened. 

But I’m pretty sure I figured it out. We got handed cantrips. And we waited a year for first level spells. I’m pretty sure it’s one more year, and then things will really start to get interesting.

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