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retiredteabag · 2 months ago
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That’s all it takes?
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Synopsis: you’ve worked alongside Gojo Satoru for years; he’s painfully arrogant, critical about everything, and infuriatingly competent at his job. Worst of all, he’s just as striking as everyone thinks. For once, someone looks your way, why is it he cares so much?
tags: lowkey enemies/rivals to lovers, reader has a thing for being praised, journalist au, unedited (sorry :P)
pt. 1?
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You'd thought the intern was trying to get a good word out of you at first. It wasn't uncommon for aspiring journalists to do whatever they could to get their foot in the door of such a competitive industry. The fact that he had been accepted onto the office floor seemingly was not enough for him. Hey, you could appreciate a handworker.
The clicking of the keyboard directly before you could only be overshadowed by the usual smacking of gum from the editor who was absent today. Her vacant desk oddly quiet. You flipped through your notebook and added even more sticky notes to your monitor, reminders of all the tasks to complete this week.
You were just about as type A as a person could be, everything was done on time, and done well. You had made something of a name for yourself and the validation kept you going. You devoured praise like it was the only thing sustaining you. That was the type of attitude that landed you positions in the greatest opinion piece publisher in Japan.
You weren't the only one who was overly competitive; however, no, someone else had become well-known even beyond his article acclaim.
The sweet little interns watched that man now like hawks. The moment his boisterous presence entered the open floor of the office cubicles, eyes followed him with an anxious reverence reserved only for the brain behind the words so many bore witness to.
Satoru Gojo was a well-known creature, even outside of journalism, the press, and the news.
Today, of course, he was in one of those moods. He sauntered into the room with a casual arrogance of someone who knew full well that the earth continued to rotate because he demanded it to be so.
The meeting he had just left was running late, his afternoon had been disrupted and the chaos he had yet to dispel was surely about to be unleashed on some unsuspecting intern.
"I've worked here far too long for superiors to still be unable to summarize a damn meetinggg~" Gojo hummed around a mouthful of croissant he had stolen from the client table. The editor that typically sat beside you would have flinched at Gojo's current gesticulation mid-rant.
You missed the peace she brought you when Gojo came around. Crumbs fell as the man licked his fingers. "Wasting my time like that, someone's gotta let them go."
You spun in your chair, looking back to see if Yaga, the company's publishing editor-in-chief, the very man Satoru Gojo was badmouthing over a sip of smoothie, was hearing his insults.
You didn't even blink when the very 'superior' exited from the conference room, waving Gojo off. The interns seemed even more worried. "The office doesn't revolve around your snacking schedule, Gojo. If you want perfect synchronicity, you might as well quit."
The apprentices looked between each other and you smiled them off, silently telling them to get back to researching the projects they were supposed to be putting together.
"You would like that, wouldn't you?" Satoru squinted, judging your very existence with his gaze.
He sighed theatrically, lounging himself across an open swivel chair of the empty editors cubical as if sitting through an assembly was the greatest waste of his precious- "They should know how important my time is-"
You roll your eyes, cutting him off, "Oh yes, so terribly important that you're spending it eating and bitching to me."
If you were being wholly honest, the shareholders in that meeting should be grateful. You'd never say it aloud, but Satoru Gojo wasn't just a writer. He was a cultural phenomenon. In his early twenties, he had already been revered for his reporting and interviewing skills, his name had graced more publications post-grad than you had even after building your portfolio.
His rate per word was outrageous as well as his schedule: a true nightmare. The Tokyo Times was beyond lucky to have been able to keep him on the team for as long as they had.
He sighed, rolling his eyes, the drama queen. He reached across you, stealing one of your pens and spinning it around amidst his fingers. "'The only reason I haven't jumped ship is because it brings me." He glided out of the chair and leaned against your cubicle, sliding the pen along the decor you had there, observing it, "so much pleasure", you wince at his seductive tone, "to bring you…annoyance." You smack his hand before he can poke the fat of your cheek with the writing utensil.
Satoru grins, spinning away with your pen, scraping up a donut before making the way back to his office. His very own, if you were curious.
One of the trainees from earlier was watching this interaction. He had a look of shock on his face as if he couldn't imagine someone smacking The Satoru Gojo.
You'd like to imagine he just couldn't fathom such a well-revered writer being so immature, but alas, that was less likely.
If it was possible for someone to be more critical than yourself when it came to work, it was Satoru. He had this sadistic urge in him that made it impossible to not call out the mistakes of others. It stung. That was the truth, but you would rather he tell you his thoughts then lie to your face and laugh behind your back.
Working with him was more of a challenge than a motivation most days. The salary was a great motivation, though. Yaga and his team paid you well. More than that though, was the rage to outlive that white haired tantrum of a man.
You could see it in the way he smirked at you, in the way his eyes found yours when you would slip up, the way he never seemed to take you seriously. This might just be the worst aspect of your personality; you just couldn't help but want to impress people, even if they didn't respect you.
"He seems like fun to work alongside." One of the interns had left the side of his fellow novices. Making small talk, telling a joke.
You shrug at the young man, "Most can't tolerate him for longer than a fiscal quarter. I hope you have what it takes."
He looked down at his shoes suddenly, "Me too."
He was tall, or taller than you at least, sweet, and earnest. He dressed up for every day at the office, he was never late, and he greeted every employee by name - to put it simply, he made a good impression. You turn your chair to him, "How are you liking your internship, is it the experience you hoped for?"
He smiled again, and his eyes practically twinkled. "I'm very grateful for the experience, I'll continue to work hard."
"I have no doubt." You nodded encouragingly at him and turned to face the screen before you. You figured he would move onto his fellows, go work on his project maybe, but he stayed standing there for a moment too long.
He heaved a breath as if steeling himself to say something risky. "Actually, there's something I wanted to ask you."
He looked suddenly shy, "I've read a lot of your stuff, you've been a real inspiration to me, and being able to work here has been-"
You know where this is going, you give him an understanding nod. Reading off the name on his chest, you lean in conspiratorially, whispering "I'm sorry, I won't be able to sway the decisions on who gets offered jobs after your program is up. But you're a hard worker, I'm sure y-"
He startles suddenly, waving his hands frantically, "No! Oh, no, no, I'm not... asking for anything like that... I'm sorry I came off that way, I was just... well," He swallows, and you attempt to track his eyes as they wander, confused about what he could possibly want from you.
"I just... I admire you a lot. You're bright, and...you're beautiful...and I was actually wondering if I could buy you a meal sometime?" He sounded so unsure of himself but he was standing up straight, breathing through his nose.
You weren't sure what to say. You knew you weren't unattractive but to be completely frank, people didn't ask you out. You chalked it up to being intimidating or perpetually busy, or a control freak. Whatever the cause, you were not accustomed to people liking you in that way.
You flush.
"Oh..." You had to replay his words over and over again. Your mouth opened and closed, and you tried to weigh what he was asking. He was cute, but also… he was an intern at the company you worked for.
Before you could even formulate a response, you were jerked back to reality when the gentleman who had just so adamantly confessed his feelings made an "aagh!" noise.
Yaga was tugging him by the ear. "You, young man, better get back to work before I deduct points from your final presentation for fraternization."
He looked overcome with embarrassment, rubbing the back of his neck while apologies spilled from his mouth. Yaga flicked him gently before he could bow anymore and rolled his eyes your way.
Dumbstruck, you stared at the screen of your computer for a long while. A dozen tabs were open, your task bar was still full of items you needed to get to today, even so, you found yourself cupping your cheeks, feeling the blood that had pooled there.
"Please don't tell me that was your type."
You're not sure when he appeared, but Gojo Satoru was staring at you with discernment. He had a judgmental eyebrow raised and he was tongue-ing at his cheek.
"Jesus." You huff, stretching your jaw, trying to brush off the flush you felt atop your ears. "What on earth are you doing?"
You made a brave attempt to type something onto a notation sheet. Dispelling the embarrassment that came with someone actually liking you.
"What am I doing? Look at yourself, you're all sheepish over some kid hitting on you."
You choke, "He's not a kid! He's graduated."
Satoru squints at you now, moving even closer. "Oh my gosh," he pulls a 'I'm-grossed-out-by-you-but-intrigued-all-the-same' face and continues, "are you actually into younger guys?"
"No!" You pant, your hands spread. He wasn't even that much younger than you, but being pressed about anything romantic, especially from Gojo was embarrassing.
"What's with this face you're pulling then?" He tapped the pen he had so rudely stolen earlier atop the wall of your cubicle, "I've never seen you all-" he fake gags, "-shy like this."
You huff, trying to find the words. "I'm-" you scoff, trying again, "not all of us are so used to...that sort of thing."
He straightens up suddenly, pulling his lips together, "Are you saying like... being flirted with?" He chuckles at the idea and you grit your teeth.
Breathing in, you try to laugh, trying to sound nonchalant, but it comes out annoyed. "Yes, Gojo, not everyone has people falling at their feet all the time."
Have I mentioned that Satoru, on top of being an incredibly talented creative, was a painfully striking individual to look at? Well, sure, he was very symmetrical. And tall. And he had...nice teeth. Veins too. It’s fair to say he wasn't lacking when it came to attention.
"So...you like him then." Somehow, he seemed offended at the idea.
"No, not necessarily." Was he trying to insinuate you were some kind of creep? He couldn't have been more than two years your junior. "But he was nice..."
"Nice?" Satoru wheezed. You didn't move. This whole interaction was ticking you off. Gojo's guffaws continued until he noticed you were just silently staring at him. "Are you serious?" He wiped a faux tear.
Why this was so upsetting for you, you couldn't quite place. "Yes, Gojo." You had a bit of an insulted tone to your voice, you wondered why he didn't seem to care about wasting his precious time with you suddenly.
"What... that's all it takes with you?"
Gears began to turn in Satorus' brain as he observed you now, taking in the new information.
"Normal people like niceness, Satoru, crazy, I know." You refuse to meet his gaze but he stands infuriatingly still, arms crossed, before his head canters to the side as if considering the concept for the first time.
"hmm..."
He shifts on his feet. You grow more tense by the second, waiting for his next snide comment. He clicks the pen a few times before slowly, setting it back on your desk. And then he was finally gone.
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lily-sofii · 1 month ago
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If you do platonic relationships, is alright for me to request on headcanons for being best friends with pavlova cookie pls? If you’re not cool with it that’s alright with me ^v^
Pavlova Cookie HCs
A/N: I haven’t met him, so this is most likely OOC (Just saw like 3 YouTube shorts). Aka. I'm at the start of the game.
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TW(?): he wants to leave the garden, you want to help him, reader isn’t from Eternal Sugar Cookies garden, EVERYTHING IS PLATONIC, he’s kind of a fashionista, wing grooming
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-You first met Pavlova Cookie when you travelled to Eternal Sugar Cookie’s garden as a guest of the Hollyberry Cookie.
- You first saw him in a field near the entrance.
- Quietly laying between the strands of grass and flowers, his chest rising and falling slowly.
-He seemed out of it, not moving except for his fingers that were tugging out a few flowers near his hips.
-Was he okay?
-You sign to Hollyberry to continue going to the kingdom, that you’ll catch right up.
-You need to see if this cookie is okay.
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- Pavlova cookie is really shy and not really talkative when you first meet him. Partly because he’s cautious when talking to people from outside of the garden, and partly because he’s overly aware of Eternal cookie’s watchful gaze. What if she becomes angered that he’s talking to you.
- When he becomes more comfortable with you, his mouth is open non-stop. As if he didn’t know how to shut his mouth.
- Pavlova cookie likes talking about anything, but if you ask him about the garden, or about Eternal Sugar cookie, he’ll be startled.
- He wants to tell you about it, but is afraid about Eternal Sugar finding out and punishing him. What if he becomes a statue? Or worse, an abomination.
- Whenever you ask those questions, he nudges the conversation in a different direction, or downright shuts it down.
- Being the bringer of happiness also means that he tends to be really busy in the gardens.
- More often than not he prefers to work by himself, but if you ask really nicely, he’ll let you tag along.
- Sometimes if he peeks into the heart’s of cookies he shares his findings with you, leading to countless hours-long conversations about cookies of the kingdom, and their respective love-interests.
- Pavlova Cookie has had the thought of peeking into your heart to help you with your desires, but finds it intrusive to do so without your consent.
- He has brought it up a few times, wanting to peek into your heart, but you always declined.
- The bringer of happiness takes it in a stride, not wanting to break any boundaries and trust that has been built between the two of you.
- He also enjoys ranting to you about the love of cookies, and the way he always helps them.
- Really often he offers you a sort of ‘counseling’ for love. Always saying to come to him if you have any issues with love.
- Your beloved doesn’t love you back? He’s already on his way to fix it!
- Pavlova Cookie also enjoys fashion. Going out with you to buy new outfits, or staying in together to pretty each other up.
- He absolutely adores it when you do his hair or pick something pretty for him to wear. He’ll wear anything you pick, even if it isn’t his personal style.
- Also lets you pick out his halo. He has multiple of them, and every morning you’re with him, he lets you pick which one to wear.
- There have been instances where he even asked you to help him preen his feathers!
- Feather grooming is a really intimate thing for cookies like him, but having grown close with you, he feels like he can trust you with such task.
- Pavlova Cookie also picks the outfits YOU wear, but with his sense of style it is safe to say you alway end up in a similar outfit. A pink or white dress with a few accessories and sometimes something on top.
- He’s also really fond of going out to eat with you, but don’t expect to actually get good and filling food. He has a sweet tooth and always ends up taking you to a candy store or an ice cream shop, buying sweets that could make one’s teeth rot away.
- He’s always surprised when you take less candy than him, but if you took as much as he does, you feel like you’d get diabetes or would just explode from the amount of sugar.
- Sleepovers are also a must have! He likes movie nights with sweet popcorn, and watching some romantic or animated movies with you!
- Even though you live outside the garden, he always ends up dragging you back here.
-There isn’t a week where you two don’t see each other.
- Eternal Sugar Cookie also seems to notice the closeness between the two of you, much to Pavlova Cookie’s dismay, but it’s okay.
- Eternal Sugar Cookie likes you, even though she sometimes thinks you want to make Pavlova Cookie leave.
- A few times you noticed Eternal Sugar talking to Pavlova Cookie asking if he wanted to leave, but he always says he doesn't. His tone seems to be deceiving everyone except you and him.
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hxmocrastic · 1 year ago
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𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞!𝐋𝐚𝐢𝐨𝐬 𝐱 𝐆𝐍!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 | HCS
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Pairing {📺} ; Yandere!Laios Touden x GN!Reader
Warnings ; Delusion, Obsession, Exhaustion, Brief metaphors of Cannibalism 👀👀
A/N ; He might be a tad bit ooc because I haven't kept up with the manga, but enjoy dungeon meshers !!!! There will be more dungeon meshi content after this 🤍🍲
Before anything takes place, I feel Laios would have to take an interest in you, Whether small or enormous. You'll have to do something that catches his attention, and evidently as short as it is it'll have to be something as large that snags his eyes away from his fixations or something as small as greeting him.
Laios continuous hyperfixation with monsters is an obstacle from granting you his concentration, But it can be done. Laios' obsession would stem from his insecurities and misgivings, Due to his inclination to monsters and beasts many people around him found his person to be eery and strange which lead to the isolation of his peers with the exception of his dear sister, Falin.
The constant sneers and scrutinization from his community of tall men and others have never weakened his resolve, And his love of monsters but the result of it still stings.
Once he takes an interest in you is one for the history books, Only the winged lion knows when or IF he looks away. Once you've caught his interest there is no undoing what shortly ensues.
Laios could hardly remember the people he had met even when they'd be as assertive as they could. Laios could barely remember Kabru's name not his party, So to think he'd finally grant you a portion of the attention he gives to monsters is downright impressive.
I see Laios taking the observational route before he deliberately approaches you, But I can see him greeting you fairly often. Laios would attempt to strike a conversation with you, Whether that'd be related to monsters or a simple warm greeting as he introduces himself. He would try to maintain his gentle demeanor ensuring that he doesn't frighten you away like the rest of his fellow comrades, But oh boy would he fail at doing so. You could just smell the excitement coming off of him.
Laios would begin to befriend you, Sharing the meals Senshi prepares with you, Inviting you to associate with his party, and most of all sharing all of his interests and passions with you.
Think of the way he behaved with Shuro but 10x more augmented with you. He'd talk your ear off day and night about all the different species of monsters as if he wouldn't wake the next day, He'd rant about the various types of basilisks, the eggs of chimera's, and strangely the taste of a female minotaur's milk?
But due to his connection with his party, I think he would be a lot tamer had he been if you had met on the island. Laios would predominantly share all his meals with you, And you'd better put on your best smile and chewing impression if you weren't hungry because your cheeks would be endlessly assaulted by a spoon full of food.
Laios would constantly make sure you'd have enough to eat and enough sleep, So much so you could to start calling him mom habitually at this point. Although you'd see this as nothing but an affectionate gesture, In a way he'd see it as courting.
To me Laios secretes a very delusional vibe, I can definitely visualize him justifying all of his latent clingyness towards you as normal and sweet despite your annoyance. Though the severity of his infatuation depends on when and where'd you meet him. I'd say with his party, He'd be much more gentle with his affections and try to be as sensitive as he could with his eccentricities.
Laios would still often make the mistake of being overly blunt with his observations and compliments, And it could sometimes even insult you. But spending time with this goofball would more likely than not make you aware of his intentions with his words and spare him the scrutiny he receives from Chilchuck, And the others.
Due to this, His infatuation with you will worsen and he'll start equating you with Falin. His sister was the only person who understood the true meaning behind his words and once you, the object of his obsession start showing him he same compassion He'd simply have no other choice but to entertain his delusion.
This is where it begins to take an odd turn in his behavior. The way he'd start to greet you would become jittery, Like a dog greeting it's owner. His excitement would increase tenfold whenever he'd be within a distance of you, like your presence fuels his eagerness. At times it feels as if he's trying to impress you.
Laios undoubtedly try to hog your attention, Try to keep your eyes on him. He'd begin fishing for praise in whatever way whether that be from formulating an elaborate strategy or simply fetching ingredients for the next meal Senshi would cook. He'd begin to grow possessive in a way, trying to pin all of your attentiveness on him, the way he does to you.
Poor boy wouldn't realize what's wrong with it until he starts to see why you always seem so exhausted whenever he's in view, or how he's slowly taking so much of your time and energy you barely give the effort to do something for the party because he's already done it.
He'd still see nothing wrong with it of course, you're still eating, still getting enough sleep but he wonders why you begin to avoid him now. You of course say nothing, trying not to hurt his feelings knowing what he has gone through, See you want to be there for him when his father wasn't, You want him to be happy even with the absence of Falin.
And you prioritizing his happiness is what links you to the party. Laios is without a doubt beyond obsessed with you at this point in time, Your wellbeing far exceeds any voice of reason. Your health and happiness is at the far most importance, Even exceeding his.
You're his everything, And most importantly wants him to be yours. He wants you to dedicate yourself to him, To throw yourself at him like a rabbit to a wolf. To gift him your flesh to consume for HIS wellbeing, To gift yourself his flesh for YOUR wellbeing, The ultimate exchange of love.
Of course Laios himself would never ask you of this, But at times he desires YOU would come to him with such devotion. The same devotion he gives to you day and night, sunset and sunrise, to repay him the same way he has worshipped you ever since he's gained a glimpse of your eyes, and a glimpse of your heart.
A heart he'd consume with his own, Becoming singular with the person he has loved the most, For is that so much to ask??
Laios wouldn't kidnap you, But oh would he have you stay. I mean isn't that what he's been doing all along?? Draining your sense of independence, Training you like a bunny to a owner to rely solely upon him, For it is he who possesses everything you need.
And that's all that matters.
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haveihitanerve · 9 months ago
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I have an idea:
Tim is Damian's fave brother. He shows it by stabbing him, because in his world aka the loa, if someone is a threat it's a great compliment, and they are treated as such.
The batfam is freaking out bc Damian is trying to kill Tim but he's really just trying to show that he thinks Tim's a really competent person and totally worthy of being his brother.
ooooh this tis so crucnhy gimme a sec-
Timothy was being cruel to himself again. It wasn't uncommon, really, that the third youngest was overly critical of himself, especially concerning work related things, but every time set Damian's teeth on edge.
"Its such a stupid mistake! What am I?? Five!!?!?!" Tim ranted, waving the misprinted sheet around in the air. "Someone could've gotten hurt because of this!"
"Tim, it's not that big of a deal." Dick tried placatingly. "Not a big deal?" Tim shouted back. "What do you mean its not a big deal??? If Jason hadn't caught my dumb mistake one of you could've gotten hurt!" He shook his head in disgust at himself, dropping into a chair.
"Honestly Bruce should've fired me all those years ago. I am a horrible partner."
"Hey!" Dick protested, but Damian knew his eldest brothers arguing wouldn't get anywhere. Tim didn't believe any of the support Dick tried to give him, and was doubtful of even Bruce's praise, which was hard for any of them to brush off.
Damian tuned out his brothers angry argument, weighing the small dagger in his hand. Tim had gifted it to him, on a patrol they had run together oh so long ago.
"A gift." Tim had said. "From one Robin to the next." He hand winked then, grappling away. "Try not to stick it in my back, yeah?" He'd hollered into the wind, and Damian had smiled, in spite of himself.
And he had kept the promise. While Jason and even Dick had gotten plenty of blades lodged in certain places over the years, Damian had never truly attempted to harm Tim. Not in that way. Not anymore. But now...
Tim would never believe he was good enough if Damian didn't see him as worthy competition. He lifted the small dagger up and down a bit, testing how it moved. It was fine craftsmanship, he had to admit, and, though he hated to say it, if he wasn't so attached to it he might even use it more in battle. But, that was no matter. Timothy was distracted anyway.
Damian walked over casually, fighting the urge to creep, to sneak up, because that would only draw attention. Tim even leaned towards him, arm lifting to hug him, even as he continued arguing, eyes not even looking his way. The easy show of trust had Damian hesitate for a second, but he didn't dwell on it long.
Tim looked surprised when he spotted the knife sticking out of his side. "What's wrong?" Dick asked, puzzled as to why he had suddenly stopped speaking. Tim looked at the blade, then lifted his eyes to Damian's in confusion.
"I find you a worthy opponent Drake." Damian said softly. Tim's eyes widened in surprise a moment before Dick was on them, dragging Tim to the med bay while angrily shouting at Damian. But Tim's eyes never strayed from his little brothers face, gratitude shining in his eyes.
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justaaveragereader · 2 years ago
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Mine
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Pairing: Song Mingi x Reader
Word Count: 3.0k
Genre: Smut, Toxic Behavior, Dom! Mingi
Warning⛔️: Love Sick Obsessed Mingi, Possessive Sex, Talk Of Owning One Another, Pleasure Dom!Mingi, Breast Play, Unprotected Sex, Cream Pie, Rough Sex, Manipulative Mingi, Oral (giving), Mention Of Pregnancy, Choking, Spanking, Stomach Bulge, Throwing Out Birth Control. If I missed anything👀let me know!
nsfw & warnings under the cut - minors dni!!🔞
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Mingi had always loved you, before you two even got together. You had yet to experience a love like Song Mingi. He was your overly grown baby, his heart was always in the right place when it came to you. You always said you wanted a man that worshiped the ground you walked on, a man who was obsessed with you, that is when life gave you Song Mingi.
Sprawled out on the couch, one arm slinging over the back of the couch the other playing with the string on his sweatpants, eyeing you up like you were dinner.
“What are we doing Mingi?! One minute you say it’s okay for me to go out, then the next minute you are pulling me away from brunch with the girls!”
His eyes follow your every movement, your hands constantly waving in the air trying to get your point across. Your heavy breathing, the wrinkle between your eyebrows from being frustrated, yet all this did was make him hard. The underlying possessiveness still prickled his skin but his sexual desire for you out weighed it all.
Letting out a frustrated groan you throw your hands up continuing to rant on and on about how Mingi pulled you away from the brunch you had been planning with your girls for a month. Taking a pause in your ranting you lock eyes with Mingi, to a random person he had the most innocent boba eyes, to you? His eyes held so many dark secrets. You hold his gaze, careful not to break eye contact, you walk up to him slowly, standing in between his man spreading legs. Hand on his shoulder while the other brushes some of the hair out of his face.
“Ming…Can you just please listen to me?” You please though a whisper, desperation lacing your voice.
His hands cup behind your knees, rubbing the back of your thighs all the way up to your ass and settling on your lower back, he brings his head forward to rest it against your stomach breathing in your scent like it’s a drug. His body physically relaxes when he breathes you in.
“I know how those types of girls are y/n. They think I’m no good for you, is that the type of people you want to be friends with? The type that thinks I’m no good?” He says against your stomach, it was always that voice, that damn deep voice.
“They think I’m no good but they don’t know how much I love you, do they baby?” His hands start to lower once again, firmly gripping your hips like you are his life line.
“They don’t have a man who worships the ground they walk on do they? Misery loves company, and my love they want you to accompany them.” He breathes in the scent of you again, you are like his own personal drug, he can and will never get enough of you.
“Ming…” You whisper out, staring at the top of his head in awe..he always knew how to get into your head.
“I would die for you.” He says against your stomach, kissing your lower stomach through your shirt, one hand unbuttoning your pants.
“I would live for you.” He brushes up your shirt, kissing the skin of your lower stomach, gently tugging your pants down to your ankles.
You bite your lip, letting out a low groan, head thrown back. His warm lips on your skin always made you crumble, Song Mingi was your kryptonite.
“I would walk to the end of the earth if you asked me to. That’s how much I love you.” He says before he starts placing open mouth kisses on your lower stomach, leaving small bruises behind to claim you, fingers hooking into the sides of your panties before pulling them down.
“The things I would do for you are endless, don’t you realize that?” He whispers out, fingers coming to run across your wet puffy lips, he looks up at you with your head cocked back, chest heaving up and down from the heavy breathing, your hand tight on his shoulder. You were his goddess and he’d be damned if he let your influential friends ruin what you both had going. They didn’t know a love like you both did, so how could they speak on what was yours?
His fingers rub steady, slow circles on your clit. He watched you with such an intense gaze it felt like he was burning holes into your skin, your body, his temple, he was here to worship you everyday of the week.
“Ming…touch me please.” You whisper out breathlessly, face still pointed to the ceiling. It felt like he lit your body on fire, yet he was the only way to cool you off.
He lets a small smile grace his face, he removes his fingers from your clit, kneeling on the floor between your legs, hands on the back of each of your thighs, parting them to get a view of your dripping wet cunt. He lets out a small groan before diving tongue first into your pussy.
His mouth running over your wet lips before letting his tongue part them, his warm tongue constantly would flicker over your puffy clit before dragging down trying to drink up any essence that escaped from your body. His warm tongue thrusting in you had you seeing stars, the feeling of his plush lips against you littered your body with goosebumps. Your hands comb through his hair, brushing as much of it out of his face so you can have a clear view of him eating you out. Your eyes lock on to his as he stares up at you drinking in your fucked out look, you guys were barely just getting started.
It was something about a big man like him being on his knees for you. Your friends told you he was no good, that being with him would lead to nowhere, that his obsession with you was unhealthy. If only they knew…This is what you lived for, you loved the chase Song Mingi brought to your life, the feeling of being wanted, no, needed fueled your body. His undying love for you made you feel warm and fuzzy. Mixed with the way he was currently slurping you down his throat? This was definitely where you wanted to be.
“Fuck Ming..” your toes being too curl, you are on the brink of a orgasm, you can feel him smile against your dripping core, plugging you full with two of his fingers making sure to repeatedly hammer against your spongy spot, while his warm mouth and plush lips attached to your clit suckling on it, his other hand grabbing a fistful of your ass pushing you closer to him, closer to his mouth. He wanted all of you in every way.
Your hands grip his shoulder for dear life, head thrown back, your back arching, you are cumming with a breathless yell, fingers holding on to him so tight you are sure you left marks on him. He eases his suckling on your clit down, he eases his fingers out of you. The taste of you on his mouth has his own eyes rolling back, his cock hard against his sweatpants twitching at the flavor of you.
Your legs feel wobbly as you finally come down from your high, you place your full body weight against Mingi, his face once again buried in your stomach, he wants to be wrapped around you constantly. Standing up he holds your body so you don’t lose balance, quickly tugging your shirt over your head, unclipping your bra and watching it fall to the floor while your breast falls free from it. The warmth from your breast warming his stomach causing his eyes to flutter back, tossing his head back trying to hold onto what small self control he had left.
“Come on..” he growls out, voice thick with impatience. Hands on both of your ass cheeks lifting you off the ground, before you can even protest he’s swiftly moving down the hallway to your shattered bedroom.
Tossing you on the bed he watches the way your breast jiggle with the landing. His body towers over you from the side of the bed, he looks like he’s starving, like he’s waiting for you to make mistakes before he jumps your bones. Licking his lips, he locks eyes with you, grabbing his hard cock with his hand, letting out a small hiss at the contact.
“Do you see how fucking hard you make me baby? Look how fucking hard my cock is just from eating your pretty pussy out.” He says, voice dropping an octave. He runs his hand up and down his cock. You drop the eye contact to glance at his cock staining in his pants, twitching with every stroke he gives. Your mouth moistens with anticipation. Your body is still sprawled out, naked body on display, legs spread open, leaning up on your elbows.
“I’m going to fuck you so good, only thing you’ll remember is how to say my fucking name.” He growls out before tugging his shirt over his head, he shimmy’s out of his pants quickly. One hand grabbing your ankle, pulling you towards him. Your pussy clenches at the thought of him filling you up.
His large body towers over your frame, his fingertips run lightly over your nipples making sure they harden under his touch causing you to let out a small whimper, making his cock twitch.
“Whose pretty girl are you?” He asks in a breathless whisper. Eyes raking over your body, burning this moment into his brain.
“I’m your.” You pant out, body on fire with anticipation.
“Who do you belong to?”
“ You.” Your response has his cock oozing with pre cum. One of his hands wraps around your throat. Squeezing the sides causes your eyes to flutter.
“Who do you belong to?” He grits out through his teeth, slowly stroking his cock over your eager cunt.
“I belong to Song Mingi.” You say through breathless whisper, the weight of his hands on your throat has you ready to cum alone. Locking eyes with him so you know he believes every word you say.
Letting out a groan he smacks his cock down against your pussy, the squelching noises filling the room, making your body shudder. He rubs the leaking head of his cock against your clit before fully stuffing you full, slowly inching into you before he’s bottoming out in you.
Letting out a breathless whine your back arches, making your breast jiggle, Mingi lowers his mouth, lips connecting with your left nipple, placing small kisses on the bud. He slowly pulls his hips back, tip of his cock at the entry of you before he slams back into you. His lips move to the other nipple, taking it in his mouth, warm lips against your goose bump littered skin. You wrap your legs around his waist pulling him closer to you, his face pushing further into your chest. His hips rock back and forth into you in a steady motion. Thick cock hitting your spot with every stroke.
“Every inch of you tastes so fucking good.” He says, voice muffled by the sucking of your nipple, never he pulling away, blowing on your nipple watching it harden even more. His hand comes down to your hip, gripping it firmly. His other hand slowly drags up from your navel to your throat, each deep stroke has your body jolting up.
“You are mine, and mine only you know that though…don’t you?” He lowers himself closer to your ear, moist lips connecting with your skin. His hand tightens around your throat again.
“Those silly little friends of yours talk so much shit because they aren’t getting fucked like you. Yet you still hang out with them because you want them to see how I mark your pretty skin. You want them to see how much you belong to me.” His strokes start to pick up speed, your pussy is dripping all over your inner thighs, each thrust resulting in a squelching noise because he is right, and the realization of it all has your teetering on pure bliss.
“Isn’t that right baby? Maybe I should toss out your birth control huh? Throw it in the garbage.” He nips your ear while running his tongue along the side of your neck, leaving small hickies along the way.
The thought of him doing such an act has you clenching around him. Which he gets off on the fact that doing such a deed makes you hot and bothered.
“Then you know what I’ll do after throwing it away? I’m going to cum in you every single day, til you get a bump in this belly.” He slows his strokes, now thrusting hard and deep, each thrust has your toes clenching. He wraps one hand on your thigh, slamming your body harder on his cock with each thrust. While the other runs over your lower stomach. The gaze in his eyes looks feral, he’s so far gone he barely looks like your Mingi.
“I’m going to continue to cum in you every. single. day.” Slamming you harder against him.
“You are going to get swollen with our baby. Then you can go to brunch and show all of your pissy friends whose baby you are carrying.” He groans out, wet skin clapping with each hard thrust. Our baby, our baby, the thought of you creating a small human so you are forever tied to him shouldn’t turn you on but it does, it makes your body on the brink of ecstasy.
“You know why? Because you are mine. You belong to me, no one else.” He whispers out, his strokes start to pick up speed again but do not lose the power behind each thrust. With one hand wrapped tightly on your thigh, slamming you down against him while the other clings to your lower stomach.
A sadistic smile breaks out onto his face, looking up at your fucked out face, your eyes locked onto the small bulge in your stomach, it literally felt like he was rearranging your guts. Moving his hand from your lower belly to your throat choking you once more. Your eyes dance up to his, he looks deranged, in love, and obsessed wrapped in one. He’s looking at you with that gaze. That smile never drops once, he looks at you like he’s wrapping his hands around your soul. Mouthing the words “mine”. With his sped up thrust pushes you over the edge, your back arching, while your hands fly to his arms holding on for dear life as his hips speed up now chasing his own high while you ride yours out.
Grabbing your throat and pulling your face towards his own.
“Who do you belong to?” He grits out.
“You!” You say loudly, body still riding that high of your orgasm.
He slaps your thigh, hand gripping tighter on your throat, his hips wildly moving in and out of you, your body moving like a rag doll with each stroke.
“I said..who. do. you. belong. to!? Hand cracking down on your thigh once more. His eyes glaze over with ferality.
“You! I belong to you! Song Mingi!” You scream out nails raking down his arms, tears of pleasure pouring out of your eyes.
“Yea that’s right. You belong to fucking me.” He grits out once more slamming you feverishly down onto him with each stroke. Holding you flush against him while he paints your insides full of his warm cum. His head is thrown back, chest heaving, while sweat drips down his chest, traveling over his abs and splashing down onto your swollen, cum filled pussy.
Your legs feel like overcooked noodles and fall from around his waist, you let out a small hiss at the feeling, your body slinking back against your mattress completely. Closing your eyes you bask in the feeling of your post orgasm mixed with being stuffed full of Mingi.
He thinks you look absolutely ethereal right now, the afterglow shining off of your skin mixed with that dopey smile on your face is enough to make any man kneel at your feet. He’s just lucky that he’s the man that gets to gravel at your feet.
He doesn’t pull out, he remains deep in you, his hands come down to rub at your sore inner thighs, trying to work out any pain in them. You let out a small satisfied groan. He brings your calves to his shoulders, tossing your legs over them. Bringing his hands to rub at your lower back.
“How do you feel, my love?” He says while focusing on rubbing your sore body. A smile graces your face, a smile so big it puts the sun to shame.
“Relaxed and stuffed.” You say while running a hand over your lower stomach. Your eyes flicker to his concentrated face. He lets out a small laugh, hands working their way behind your calves that are dangling on shoulders. He places small kisses on the skin before he goes back to massaging your calves.
“I’m going to be stuffing you all night my love.” He says in between kissing your calves and massaging them. He always had the ability to say the nastiest things with such a loving tone. You bite your lip, eyes darkening. His hands moving down your legs to rest at your hips, before he flips you over, never once pulling out.
His body pushes heavy against your back, his weight on you is mouth watering. One hand hiking your leg up while the other wraps tightly around your throat, pulling your head slightly off of the bed. His lips brush over your neck, sucking bruises into it before nipping at your ear.
“And after this…I’m throwing your birth control in the trash.” He whispers in your ear before hiking your hips up. He lets out a satisfied sigh, breathing in your scent from your neck has him feeling like he’s on cloud nine.
This was going to be a long night, one thing about Mingi when he had his heart and mind set on something he becomes obsessed with it.
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A/N: Starting to realize toxic smut is all I think of😔🙄…idk where the clip is but I saw something on Twitter that said something along the lines of “when Mingi becomes fixated on something he is damn near obsessed with it/that’s all he thinks about.” And idk if that’s a fact or not but the thought of it mentally has my brain in the state of soup😀🤯💣. I love a man who praises the ground I walk on, like that is so OOWWEE! The thought of man being just so obsessed with me only if it’s Mingi tho.I’m packing it uppppp! But idk if that’s the daddy issues talking or…😀🫣 But anywaysssss hope y’all enjoy😚!
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smuttysabina · 1 year ago
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IVE vs Dreamcatcher
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(IVE x Dreamcatcher- 2.4k Words) Tags: Freaky Lesbian Sex, Homoeroticism, Lots of fluff, Just a fun little piece to establish IVE's personalities, Oh yeah, Fingering, Strapons, Cunnilingus (what a fun word), Lesbian domination, Magical girls vs witches, lets be honest here we all know who's winning, verbal humiliation, moral degeneration, also there's a cool robot-lizard thing.
"In the name of justice, we will punish you!" Yujin's voice rings down from on high, where she poses fashionably with the rest of IVE, as they all glare down at the villains below with righteous fury. Yujin bubbles internally with excitement, this was just like how magical girl stories always went, the pretty, clever, heroines taking on the evil, devious, hot, evildoers! Of course, Leeseo was busy fighting some awesome lizard-robot thing half a city away, but she was certain that IVE could take on Dreamcatcher even outnumbered. With haughty Wonyoung, tenacious Rei, zealous Gaeul, just Liz, and of course, herself, the angelic Yujin, they would have no trouble fighting those nefarious witches; it would be a hard battle for sure, but that just made it all the more magnificent! Putting on her best face, Yujin examines the cretins cowering in the rubble below, just look at them, their faces flush with fear, already trembling in terror in anticipation of their sanction, just look at that girl on the side- Her internal monologue screeches to halt as she focus in on the witch, er, Dami? Before awkwardly calling down to the assembled cultists, "Um, is she doing okay?" Their leader, Jiu, raises her eyebrows before glancing over at Dami, who appears to be hyperventilating and staring a hole through Wonyoung. She smiles kindly and calls back, "Oh, you mean Dami, please do not worry dear," Jiu reassures Yujin, "she just gets overly excited around beautiful women!" Wonyoung perks up slightly at this praise, as usual, and Yujin frowns as she processes this. Well, there often was a weird obsessive villain on the enemy team, who would go all crazy while fighting, so that makes sense! Her confidence restored, Yujin resumes her noble dialogue, "Anyways, we will defeat you, and stop your wicked attacks upon this city!"
As Yujin continues her meandering rant, the dark ladies of Dreamcatcher merely smile, and lick their lips in anticipation, everyone loves magical girls...
Yujin's harangue, (which had gone on for several minutes now) is only stopped when Gaeul soundly cries out in alarm and points downwards, "Look! They have brought their disgusting allies as well!" Yujin squints down at the mess of concrete and spots the ominously familiar slimy shape of a tentacle monster, groveling next to its mistress, that depraved summoner Gahyeon. She draws in a breathe to continue, "I see you have some foul minions with you-" "WAIT," squeaks Gaeul, "what is she doing!" Yujin takes a second look, and realizes that one of the beast's appendages was boldly pulsating between Gahyeon's legs, having disappeared up her skirt; and her stomach certainly had a strange bulge in it... Gaeul is practically frothing at the mouth, "Are you fornicating with that, that THING? That is disgusting! Depraved! You sick freak!" Gahyeon meanwhile simply smirks in response, moaning teasingly up at the prudish girl, which only drives Gaeul's fury only higher. Yujin tones out her fellow IVE member's ravings as her brain attempts to justify what she is seeing. While it certainly was a bit lewd, maybe Gahyeon was symbiotically bound to her monster in some way? Perhaps it connected to her tailbone like a tail or something? Yeah that must be it! It's a bit odd, but hey, they were cool and mature magical girls, of course their foes would take things up a notch! While Rei soothes the the raging Gaeul, Yujin begins bantering once more,
"It doesn't matter what perversities you bring against us, IVE will still be victorious no matter what, on our pride as magical girls!" "I'm going to enjoy making you my magical girl," Siyeon calls up huskily. Yujin feels herself blush slightly, but she steels herself, dealing with an older, sexy, seductive lady's empty flirting was simply part of the job, surely Siyeon was just trying to throw her off before launching a sudden attack! Her eyes sweep over the devious witches, watching for any sign of aggression, but instead she sees... "I'm sorry, but is she masturbating?" Everyone pauses to glance over at Handong, who surreptitiously withdraws her hand from beneath her skirt; cheerfully ignoring the wet sheen coating her fingers. IVE stare down at her with varying degrees of disgust, before Wonyoung steps forward to ask what they had all been thinking, "You do realize we're here to fight right, not have... freaky lesbian sex or something?" Dreamcatcher glance at one another, until Yoohyeon lets out an embarrassed laugh, "Wait, we aren't?" causing all seven of the girls to break out in giggles and snorts of barely restrained mirth. IVE roll their eyes and shift nervously, "We are going to punish you gross perverts," Liz calls down angrily, "you will be begging us for mercy!" Which only made the older girls howl all the louder, and Sua begins to salaciously wiggle her ass while spanking herself, "Oh yes! Harder, dear! Harder!" Liz flushes with what Yujin can only hope is anger, as the rational part of her brain, the one she uses during her day job as an idol, belatedly notices that far from looking humbled, Sua looks downright predatory. Oh she is going to break, she thinks, before her blabbering mind takes control once more and resumes its fantasy of being a heroic magical girl.
Yujin stands straighter, and rallies her girls by reminding them what was at stake, pretending not to notice Rei muttering, "Our chastity?", and preparing them for battle. IVE ready themselves with varying levels of enthusiasm, and in response Dreamcatcher lazily prepare themselves as well. With a triumphal cry, Yujin leaps from the building, leading IVE into the fray, bringing light and righteous wrath against their foes; Dreamcatcher respond with darkness, and peals of mocking laughter.
When Yujin blearily comes to, it takes many moments for her mind to form a cohesive picture of what happened. Belatedly, she notices that she is clad only in scraps of clothing, and comes to the conclusion that she had fallen in valiant combat against overwhelming odds; the vast quantities of energy had obviously torn off her clothes, she had read about it many times. The other part of brain screams and beats at its confinement, but Yujin blithely ignores the truth hidden in that box- Siyeon's fingers curled knuckle-deep in her sopping cunt as she plays her pussy like a piano- No no no, Yujin had been defeated in mutual combat, that is what happened! Shaking her head, she glances around at the ruins around her, and spots no sign of those degenerate villains, evidently IVE had managed to obliterate their foul foes and drive them to flight! Thusly reassured, Yujin sets off to find the rest of her girls, worried about their health.
Yujin first encounters Wonyoung, curled up in the fetal position, her fully nude body covered in marks and bruises from head to toe. Yujin shakes her head, that energy blast sure must have been powerful to strip Wony as well! Crouching down, she tentatively shakes her friend, who lets out a pitiful whine, "I'm a pretty girl," she informs Yujin dreamily, her expression one of utter relaxation. Well that's not good, Yujin thinks to herself, the poor girl had evidently been hit with some sort of stupefying blast had rendered her- feebleminded, Wonyoung moans with ecstasy as Dami and Yoohyeon worship every inch over her body with their lips. Sucking and kissing her quivering flesh until she had broken under their attentions and begged for more, so that when Dami's strap-on entered her she thanked her for it with rapturous tears- No, no. Wonyoung had not been reduced to a squealing slut focused only upon her own sordid pleasures, she had been overcome by foul sorcery. Yes, that's it!
Now with more than a touch of desperation, Yujin tracks down her next member, and finds Rei prostrate with her asshole gaping widely; still gushing a stinking pale liquid into the puddle surrounding her rear. At this her delusional fantasy becomes unsustainable, and her mind reverts to it's more ordinary state, and she finds herself entirely unworried by the sight before her. Rei groans in torment and clutches at her butt, prolapsed and leaking what almost certainly is tentacle monster's semen; which for her, was relatively normal. When she notices her leader squatting next to her, the idol moans piteously, "I think they broke my ass, Yujin." Yujin rolls her eyes, "Oh when is it not broken, Rei?" remembering -the sight of Gahyeon with half her arm up Rei's butt, fisting her furiously until allowing her pet to have its way with the girl while she forced Rei to eat out her cunt and suckle upon her leaking nipples. Rei had wailed and blubbered, but her guts had been violated all the same, even as she climaxed repeatedly like the ass-whore that she was- "Well at least they left your pussy alone," Rei merely grumbles in acknowledgement, before shooing away her leader a hand. "When you're doing better, go check on Wony, I think she's broken," Rei snorts, "Not as much as my asshole!" Yujin has nothing to say to that, so she moves on.
Next up is Liz, perched forlornly on a rock, where Yujin tentatively joins, giving her nude body a cursory examination that offers up few clues. She hesitantly touches her shoulder, "You um, are you good?" Liz gives her a frank look, "Are you?" Yujin snorts in surprise, "Obviously, my guts aren't clogged with cum and I'm not braindead, so I think I'm doing pretty well." Liz looks unconvinced, but nods slowly, "Sure. I'll go check in on the other two then, it sounds like they're a mess," she stands up, before giving Yujin an oddly pitying glance, "You... did good too, okay?" Yujin frowns, "What is that supposed to mean?" Oh but she does know -Siyeon's hands clamped tight around her plump butt as her tongue shoves its way down her throat- Yujin forces it down, "Um, you did a great job punishing her there, really showed some Sadism!" Liz lets out a bleak laugh, "If you count cleaning her ass out with my tongue sure, she did let me try though," she becomes thoughtful, "I did learn a lot, even if she did take over at the end." Which was a bit of a lie when -Sua moans lewdly as Liz plows her from behind with her strap-on, viciously spanking the slut in retribution for the evils she had wrought; but also because it aroused her. At least until Sua grows bored of her lackluster domination (after around ten minutes), and shows her how it's really done, starting with a thorough cleaning of her rear- Yujin simply nods reassuringly, before continuing; at least Liz had done decently well.
Gaeul however, is busy bawling her eyes out, as starkly naked as the rest of them, sitting in a shallow pool of foul-smelling liquids; well to most people at least, to an idol it was beyond normal. Yujin splashes through the puddle of spilt sexual fluids and squats down next to the poor uptight girl before giving her a hug. Gaeul furiously pushes her away however, snarling at her leader, "Don't touch me! I'm... dirty. Those. Those. Those perverts violated me!" Oh they had done more than that -Gaeul wails in distress is she is double penetrated, though that does not stop her from squirting all over Jiu and Handong as they fuck her. Jiu sweetly does her best to comfort the girl, even as Handong depravedly plows her ass with abandon; until the pure and innocent idol had been broken. Gaeul had shamelessly begged for it in the end, demanding that she be defiled, being so needy that Yoohyeon had to come over and fill her mouth as well to shut her up- Yujin makes soothing noises, "You resisted them mightily Gaeul, you did all you could!" Gaeul gives her a baleful look, "Which is more than you ever did." Taken aback, Yujin shakes her head, "What?" "Seriously?" Gaeul points emphatically at Yujin's thighs. Yujin glances down, and discovers that somebody had written their number on her left thigh, while the right bore the message, "Call Me -Siyeon" Her face flushes, ohnononononONONO -Siyeon growls huskily as she makes out with Yujin, groping her perky ass with relish until she is satisfied. Yujin had barely put up any resistance once Siyeon's tongue had been shoved down her throat, her natural libido overcoming her paltry delusions of heroism. She had gorged upon SIyeon's cunt for what felt like hours, swallowing an endless tide of fluids until they ran down her neck. Then she had begged for it. The first to break, Yujin had loudly implored Siyeon, even as the rest of IVE watched appalled, still locked in their own battles, their leader had degenerated into a lewd slut. And oh, how Siyeon had punished her for it, properly, making her denigrate herself even further, making her noisily proclaim what a valiant magical girl she was even as she rode her villainous foe's strap-on. Yujin was a very good magical girl, Siyeon had told her that while she was busy painting her wrists with her sloppy cunt juices, her eyes rolling back as she climaxed continuously-
Yujin moans in mortification as the shamelessness of her fall truly hit her, after all of her outward strength she had given in so easily? What happened to her grand morals and ideals? Gaeul allows some sympathy to shine through, "It's okay Yujin, we all knew you were a slut, you just need to be more honest with yourself," they sit in silence for several minutes before she hesitantly continues, "Though to be honest, I think they did hit you with some sort of... arousal spell? Like you were out of your clothes before we even really started fighting them. Normal fighting I mean, not freaky lesbian sex." Gaeul coughs in embarrassment, but luckily for the both of their fragile egos their phones ping loudly, "Oh, looks like Leeseo finally blew up that alligator cyborg, at least she had fun." Yujin groans, "I want to blow up lizard robots too! Why can't we just do normal magical girl things?" Gaeul sighs and stiffly pats her leader's back, "Maybe we should stick to fighting monsters and not... perverted witches?" Yujin perks up a little at this, "That sounds like a good idea," she winces, "It is going to make seeing them at that awards show next week really awkward though, there is no way were are doing this shit in public." Gaeul gives her a speculative look, "What about in private?"
Yujin smiles, oh she loves her IVE, "Well then we can play at magical girls and witches again, and this time, justice will triumph!"
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cybershock24601 · 4 months ago
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Now that I think about it, I feel like Caterina is also very invested in rookanis' sex life but from a very "so when am I getting great-grandchildren" angle. She has waited years for one of her grandsons to find a partner, hell at one point she would have settled for one of Illario's bastards if he had any, so now that Lucanis has settled down - even if it is with a weird goth necromancer - she is on the edge of her seat waiting for that pregnancy announcement.
Once Caterina realizes that Rook is not going to be pushed out, and that Lucanis has decided to stand with his weird goth gf, Caterina switches tactics to encouraging Lucanis to propose and trying to arrange romantic outings for them because Caterina is going to get those great grandchildren one way or another. The only problem is that they're kinda freaks and typical romantic outings aren't going to get them going.
Date at the opera house? They actually watch the opera rather than getting frisky in the private booth like any normal self respecting Antivan. A picnic in a secluded private park? Lucanis is way to paranoid to let his guard down like that in a supposedly private place and Rook is not going to be striping naked to have sex outdoors where there are bugs, grass, and dirt. It just continues on like that with Caterina trying to put them in Situations that are sure to get her some more heirs to House Dellamorte but it never really works out that way because the things that really get Lucanis and Rook going are the little domestic moments like Lucanis watching Rook go full Watcher mode as she starts ranting about some poorly written paper and getting so worked up she resolves to write a letter to the journal explaining why this idiot is stupid and wrong, or Rook watching Lucanis in the kitchen with his sleeves rolled up and hair pulled back as he gets to work personally making some sweet treat for Rook. Those quiet moments in a place they both feel safe and secure that have them thinking "I love this man/woman. I have to have them immediately"
When Rook does eventually announce her pregnancy, Caterina is over the moon and there is a marked shift in their interactions that honestly freaks Rook out a little because why is your grandmother being so nice to me Lucanis? It's not until the twins are born that things start going downhill again because its manageable while they're babies but once they start getting a little older, Caterina starts getting pretty pushy about Crow training and how they should be raised and Rook just straight up tells her point blank that she will not be taking any parenting advice from Caterina. When Caterina asks why in an overly calm and very dangerous tone that makes it clear how she managed to be First Talon for so long, Rook doesn't say a word and just gestures in the direction of Lucanis and Illario because those two should be answer enough on why Rook is not going to be taking Caterina's child rearing advice. She fucked those boys up good.
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bethebesttoyou · 5 months ago
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Times are Hard for Dreamers - Choi Beomgyu
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synopsis: Friends Beomgyu and Y/N try to have a good day at the fair.
pairing: College student! Beomgyu x College student! reader
song: Times are Hard for Dreamers - Amelie
warning/tags: cursing, fluff!!, me trying to be funny and failing, friends to lovers, I wanted to make it jess and nick coded but Beomgyu is just too sweet... reader is an overly optimistic person!!!!
Wc: 3.6k (I swear im not doing this on purpose D:)
A/N: Beomgyu fic... we win. I actually really wanted to write a Beomgyu fic for awhile but I didn't really have an idea, UNTIL NOW!!! I have like half of vampire in the corner worked on, but I started school, so idk IDK I'll have to see where I can go with that story. I also get so many ideas for longer fics, but I can't lock in :( In the meantime, I want to continue writing one shots!! :3
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Beomgyu leans his head against the headrest, stretching out his arms and grunting before checking his watch again. He closes his eyes in frustration before looking back at your front door, his sunglasses dimming his overall view. When you told him 12 pm, he should've known better, should’ve read in between the lines, the way you excitedly ranted about the day you had in store for the both of you. He should've known when he surprisingly got you tickets to the very popular fall fair, that you would overwhelm yourself with planning. Now, 30 minutes later, he watches your front door intently, praying it opens. And it works, out you come prettily dressed in a tan long sleeve and plaid long skirt, both accentuated the curvature of your body so nicely, he wishes you could go back in so he can compose himself. But as you smiled widely at his presence, sending him a wave before adjusting your bag over your shoulder, he settled for a nervous cough and looked away, only looking back at you when you were finally sitting in the passenger seat. He scowls at you playfully. 
“Oh. Beomgyu we have to leave by 12 or we're gonna miss the opening…Oh Beom, please sleep early and get here on time, Oh Beom-” He mocked, only letting out a laugh when you punch his shoulder. 
“It's still 12…we’ll make it if you just drive, like now!” You roll your eyes playfully and start messing with his radio and he just scoffs, putting the car on drive. 
Beomgyu honestly couldn't care less about this fall fair, if it were up to him, he would've been home, relaxing after the terror from being buried in papers and exams and research during midterms, but he didnt think twice of buying them. When he saw the posters all over campus he knew you would want to go, he already pictured the way your eyes would brighten from the mere mention of the mazes, the games, the snacks, he knew you would just obsess over the last activity of the day, fireworks. And when he mentioned it to you, he was right. 
“I-I would love to!” You exclaim turning to your friends behind you, some of them snickering knowingly. 
“Hey gyu, where are our tickets?” Yeonjun bumps Kai’s shoulder before feigning ignorance. 
“Shut up.”
So maybe his crush on you wasn’t exactly hidden, he was a man after all, and it was only natural that someone as optimistic and bright as you would catch the attention of a pessimist that lacks that brightness in his life. He loved to act like he didn't care much about anything, but he cared a lot about you. He couldn't fight the urge of showing it, catering to your likings with fake annoyance, but in reality he lived for your excitement, it only fueling him to continue, he was surprised you've been the only one to not catch on, or maybe internally grateful you hadn't, he didn't think he was ready for that yet. 
But he thought of it, especially now as he heard your raving about the itinerary for the day, having done your research on the different activities and food stands being offered at the event, and he was glad to be the first one to ask you, he couldn't imagine you doing this with anyone else, he would rather die. 
“Jesus, does it tell you how I'm gonna die on that paper?” He teases anyways, and you grunt. 
“I want to take full advantage of today, we deserve a day of stress free fun!” 
“I guess I can agree.” 
“Trust me Gyu, we're gonna have so much fun, you're gonna want to come back.” You promised. “This paper is gonna be our lifeline today, just as long as we stick to it, we should be able to do everything! Here’s your copy.” 
He laughs at your ridiculous planning but believes in you anyways. He just wanted to spend time with you, grateful to have you all to himself, so he was more than willing to follow a piece of paper if it meant it was guaranteed. 
The car ride was meant to be a long one, the directions sending you out of the city you both occupied, to the closest open field your campus can find to set up. Yet, the drive didn't feel as long as Beomgyu expected, your voice causing him to lose track of time, paying attention to your silly stories and gossip he hated to admit was pretty interesting. 
“So, they were not dating? Just fucking?” 
“Ningning said that she said they weren't…and now they're just not talking anymore…” 
“That's annoying…” 
“That's what I'm saying!They definitely like each other, they’re just dumb.He’s gotta step up.” You roll your eyes and he can't help but feel the pink heat rise to his face. 
He finally parks, turning off the ignition and turns to you, once again taking in the sight. You were everything, he thought, there's not a single sweet word that doesn't describe you. Watching you as you straighten the paper, he watches your delicate fingers scan the page, before speaking. 
“Okay! Well, we missed the opening ceremony but it's fine, I didn't care much for it anyways…First on the list is for you. Let’s start with…coffee! yay!” You say hoping out of the car, him laughing at your excitement. Giving the worker the tickets, you immediately head towards the coffee stand to the right, ignoring that Beomgyu was in awe of the set up. It was the middle of the day, but the entire fair was lit up like those old carnivals you would see in the movies. Laughter and screams could be heard from every corner, the smell of popcorn and sweets mixing together and clogging his nostrils, he could see why you were excited, this place was like a manifestation of your personality: fun, nostalgic and comforting. 
“Beomgyu! I got your drink!” you yell from afar, and he turns around, walking, stepping towards you before, watching in horror as someone cuts him off, bumping into you and spilling both coffees on your chest. 
“Dude, what the fuck?” Beomgyu says turning to the offender, as they apologize profusely. 
“Are you okay?” 
“-you okay?” they both asked frantically, Beomgyu already taking your hand, starting to lead you to the closest stand with napkins. He completely misses the way your face turns pink, before you laugh awkwardly, distracted from his own flustered feeling, he feels like a Victorian man by just the touch of your soft hand, the hotness spreading from your connected hands to all over his body.
“Good thing, it wasn't hot coffee right?” You squeeze his hand before taking a napkin. 
You turn to the apologizing stranger, “it's fine! You're fine! It was an accident!” you say, before turning back again and smiling at Beomgyu, “it was an accident.” Now softer, trying to ease the scowl on his face. 
After politely rejecting the strangers' pleas to help, he finally leads you to another nearby stand, hoping to find a shirt to replace the sticky top you were now stuck with. After looking at the selections, the only one in your size was a muddy green shirt that had a random koala bear with sunglasses on with the words, “Koalified to party” Beomgyu looks at you with sorry eyes, as you gulp at the shirt. 
“So much for cute pictures today…” You say from behind the fitting room curtain.”But it's okay! This is gonna be a fun story to tell the group!,” You laugh lightly, walking out of the makeshift fitting room only to Beomgyu trying to stifle a laugh. You flick his forehead before continuing, 
“No! It looks good! You look good!” He laughs. 
“Well, forget coffee! Back to the paper! Next stop…um…the swings!” 
The high swings were towards the back, and Beomgyu noticed every time you looked down at your watch, you’d start walking faster, the furrow of your eyebrows becoming more evident as the walk continued. Once you got to the front, your smile came back and shined brightly towards the worker before dropping completely when he pointed out the line that stood behind you. 
“A-and um… how long is the wait?” 
“All ride lines right now are going to be about two hours or so.” the worker says, apologetically looking at you both. 
Beomgyu is starting to realize what type of day this was going to be, and he wanted to suggest going home, or finding something else to do, trying to avoid even more disappointment. If he had known it was going to be this packed or this difficult to enjoy the day, he wouldn't have suggested it at all and you would have had to plan an entire day just for it to completely fall apart in front of you. But when you turn to him with determination in your eyes, he remembers you are never one to back down.  
“Okay, new plan! We no longer wait for the rides, let's just play some games! Maybe head to the maze after! That should still give us time to make it back for the fireworks!” you say, your smile was not as big as it was 3 hours ago, but it was still there. Beomgyu wanted to check on you just in case. 
“You okay? We can always just-” 
“No time for that! We have the paper!” You say already walking away. 
It had been two hours into playing games, and after you exclaimed how obsessed you were with the giant  light brown teddy bear that hung from the corner of the stand, the bow that laid just below its ear making you squeal, you both took turns playing trying to knock down the obvious glued golden cups. You and Beomgyu both lost about 100 dollars combined. The carny had been a bored looking teenager, would laugh every time he saw you guys walk back to the end of the line, but you both were too frustrated to even care. Beomgyu honestly didnt want the stupid fucking bear, it wasnt worth it, but in his mind, you needed this win (and he wanted this win for you, so bad)and so each time it was his turn, he would throw the ball more aggressively, trying to fight the look of disappointment on your face when the cup would resist the blow. He didn't want to feel bad, but he did, immensely, as he watched you throw the ball and grunt loudly. You start rubbing your temple out of sheer frustration before sighing. 
“One more go…Just one more go, okay?” You say to him, and he watches you line up one last time, the look of determination etched on your face. Only for the small child in front of you to knock the golden cup, the ringing congratulatory bell going off as you watch with a straight face. The cheers were so loud and in Beomgyu’s opinion, obnoxious, that he wanted nothing more than to just comfort you, take you away from the scene and offer you some solace, but the fear of rejection kept him from doing so. 
“Well, it's maze time.” You say as you watch the child and their parents walk off with the giant bear, your eyes reflecting shame, embarrassment and sadness. Beomgyu decided that his heart could bear the negative emotion in your eyes, it wasn't you,he thought.
“Hey what if we just get out of here? Get something to eat, yeah?” 
“N-no we cant! The paper! The maze! fireworks! We can't miss the fireworks! You bought me these tickets, we can let them go to waste!” you panic, but your eyes look defeated. Beomgyu doesn't want to burst your bubble, he really wishes things could have been different, but he can't stand the thought of watching you get disappointed again. With the way things are going, he knew the fireworks were gonna follow the same fate. He knew you to be optimistic, never letting things get you down, but he wasn't so sure as to why you were so determined for this day to go perfectly. You had never been so obsessed with the details before.  
“y/n… it's okay, really! … l-lets just go…” your eyebrows, that were slightly slanted and eyes that were soft, immediately switched to anger, with now furrowed eyebrows and flames in your eyes. 
“Y-you can go then. But I'm going to the maze. Don't follow me. ” You say stomping away, leaving Beomgyu shocked and guilty. He wasn't sure what was going on, what had made you so determined to finish the day, even if it meant you were no longer standing by the end of it. 
He felt horrible. All he wanted was to see your smile again, to see you enjoying the fair like he had hoped you would, yet this mysterious pressure was nearly forcing you into a breakdown. He wanted to fix this, needed to. He was determined now, no longer caring if he looked too doting, even if it made his feelings visible to you, he was going to make it up to you. Starting with that fucking bear. 
He stalks up to the stand, where the same bored looking teenager now stood with an amused look on his face, watching Beomgyu stand mere feet away from him. 
“How much for the bear.” They had replaced it with a new one already. 
“Not for sale, man, you gotta win.” 
Beomgyu stares at him, hoping to read him well. 
“Ill give you 50 bucks for it.” 
“Ha! Make it a hundred and you got a deal.” 
“60.” 
“120, and I'll throw in a ferris wheel ride with my buddy over there.” Beomgyu blushed at the thought. That sparked an idea. 
“During the fireworks?” the boy thought about it for a second. 
“I guess I can make that happen…might cost a bit extra though…” 
“Fuck, whatever. Deal.” 
Beomgyu thought about waiting for you outside of the maze entrance, but it had been 30 minutes and you were still not out. He had seen those that enter after you already come out and he began to feel nervous. Worried thoughts of missing the fireworks became worried thoughts of something happening to you in the maze. His worries got worse when your phone was sending him to voicemail. 
So with tired arms and heavy grunts, he walks into the maze, keeping track of his turns, which he learned he didn't have to, you weren't that far from the opening, yet, you were scrunched down, head buried in your hands, crying. 
“Y/N?” He says muffled the giant bear barely fitting through the small isles of corn. 
“Oh thank god!- Wait what the hell?” You said, tear stained cheeks, and now wide confused eyes staring at the bear that covered most of his body.
‘Why are you crying?” He asks, and it almost looks like the bear is talking. 
“I got lost…” You were lost in the presence of the bear, “D-Did you win this?” 
“Um…”
He had questions too, but as he looked up and realized that it was finally dark, he pulled your hand and began to run out of the maze, 
“Questions later! We're gonna be late!” 
“For?” 
“You’ll see!” 
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Once you got to the ferris wheel, you watched as Beomgyu walked past the long line into the stand. Beomgyu notices you are about to interrupt, glossy eyes and all, but turns when he hears his name. 
“You Beomgyu?” 
“Yes.” 
“Is the bear your date? If not, it's gonna have to stay down here, it's not gonna fit.” the carny chuckles, Beomgyu glares back. 
“Whatever gets me up there man.” 
“Hey… A-Are we getting on?” 
Beomgyu notices your face that was just laced with pure confusion. He smiles softly before leaving the bear behind, leading you to your cart, sitting next to you and securing your seatbelt. It's only then does he understand the gravity of the situation and he's thinking he might have flown a little too close to the sun. This was, very clearly, a romantic gesture, and Beomgyu had no plan, whatsoever. This was it, he planned getting you up here, watching the fireworks, but then what? What can you do on a ferris wheel in a platonic way? Talking! You could talk! Talk while you wait for the fireworks! 
He tries to think of things to say, but how can he?  when you are so close and he can smell your fruity perfume, mixed with a hint of coffee. Your lips ,that had always attracted his eyes to stare at them while you spoke, now don't have to say anything for him to notice them there, parted and soft before stretching into a shy smile. 
“...How did you do all this?” he shakes his head.
“That doesn't matter, I'm sorry the day has been such a mess and I haven't been much help either…” You scoff. 
“That's definitely not your fault, I'm sorry…the one that wanted to make this all perfect.” 
“Yeah, why is that?” Beomgyu feels self conscious as you stare at him for a minute, before laughing awkwardly. 
“Can I give you something? You promise not to laugh?” He feels the pressure from your words, fear of what may come next. Oh god, he thought, someone told you about his feelings… He nods anyway, accepting fate. You were now at the highest point on the ferris wheel, and Beomgyu begged for the show to start, scared of hearing what you were going to say. 
You reach into your bag, before pulling a thinly worn folded notebook paper before handing it to him. Written on top was his name and a small heart next to it. He shivered at the sight. 
“I-its a note… I wrote it the day of graduation” You laugh, “it's silly and it was never going to see the light of day, but I don't know…I felt ready. Well sorta…” You are looking away now, trying hard not to make it more awkward than you are starting to feel. The fireworks start, popping and lighting up the sky, but Beomgyu can't focus as he's now shakingly opening the note. 
A confession note. 
Beomgyu gasps, reading the contents, before looking at you. You’re looking up in admiration of the colors before you, the shapes that manifest in the night sky, a nervous smile sets on your lips, fingers nervously holding on to the rail of your cart. He knows you feel his gaze on you but refuses to turn to him. 
“Y/N…” 
“It's okay, Beomgyu! Really! I just…I needed to do something about this letter… I was holding on to it for way too long.” You're not really talking about the letter, Beomgyu believes. When he can't find the words yet, you continue. 
“I just.. I hope this doesn't change us, I hope we can still be friends… Please…” Pleading eyes are what finally meet Beomgyu’s shocked ones and he finds you so beautiful in this moment, he can’t bring himself to say everything that he's ever wanted to. That he has waited for some kind of sign for two years, that you had occupied a space in his heart since the first day he's met you, that he did all this just for you, and would never ask for anything in return, that your smile and presence was more than enough. But instead, hoping to convey the mutual feeling or perhaps stronger ones,  Beomgyu grabs your face by each side and brings you closer, and you let out a squeal, the fireworks only getting more aggressive and intense. And it matches the way Beomgyu’s heart is feeling, accelerated, like it's about to explode as he lays his lips on yours, feeling the petal likeness of your lips.
And the butterflies swarm all over his body when you finally kiss back, fluttering your eyes closed, and pressing further in, shivering from your own nerves slowly dissipating. He hopes you can feel everything he’s thinking, everything he wants you to know, but in case you didn't, he pulls back and looks at you, now possessed with the same determination you had all day: 
“I dont want to stay friends. I want to be with you. I want this, all the time. I like you, Y/N. Please, tell me this letter still means something."He pulls a stray hair behind your ear, watching the pinkness in your cheeks get darker. 
“O-Of course it does. It always will.” You whisper with shining eyes. Your hands that had been glued on the railing, now moving to his waist and wrapping them around and hugging him tight. He sighs and smiles widely, hands now holding you close, it was only then had he noticed that the cart was making its way back down. At the entrance, was the giant bear, sitting patiently as you both got off the wheel, trying to pretend neither of your hearts were still pounding from excitement and giddyness. The carny holds a fist bump with a smirk that beomgyu shyly returns before grabbing the bear. 
“W-we missed most of the show, sorry…” He says after a moment of walking in silence. Remembering the taste of you, already growing addicted.  
“No! Don't be… it was perfect, actually the whole day was.” You say, your eyes still beaming with what he can only hope for satisfaction and fondness.
He laughs at that. Before putting an arm around your shoulder, bringing you closer. Walking towards the car, you rambled about the maze, how the kid had to have had some steroid in him, he realized just how much the atmosphere has changed. The presence of something filled the air: the makings of new love. 
"You gotta let me borrow that shirt..."
"Shut. Up."
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A/N: YAY!! you made it!!! thanks you for reading!! Like always, let me know what you think! :3
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embodimentofthemoon · 10 days ago
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TADC THEORY!!!
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Okay so first off, I want to mention how much I absolutely adore the detail of f the abstraction eyes being around this picture considering the character has definitely abstracted.
But this theory actually revolves around Jax and his friend in this picture who I'm guessing is called Ribbit from what Gooseworx said about the character that abstracted before Kaufmo.
Obviously Jax was close with Ribbit. Ribbit probably became friends with him kind of liking how mean he was and probably just found it endearing. Jaz probably also shared interests with Ribbit, and they overall just got along well.
But, Ribbit possibly could have also friends with Ragatha, drawn to how she's nice. She could have made Ribbit feel better about their situation and probably decided to stay close to her because of her continuous kindness.
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Jax, however, found Ragatha overbearing. Considering this is how he sees her, he could have also assumed she's nice to everyone just so she can eventually get something from them. He probably saw this in how she interacted with Ribbit as well.
And considering how Ragatha thinks he shouldn't just be a jerk all the time, they must have fought a lot. Ribbit could have found this stressful as Ragatha and Jax were their close friends, so it might've contributed to his abstraction or even been the reason for it.
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Judging by Ragatha's reaction to Jax being friendly with Pomni leads me to believe she assumed Ribbit abstraction was Jax's fault.
When she says "Not anymore" to Pomni's question about Jax having any real friends with his reaction afterwards points to Jax thinking she assumed his rude behavior led to Ribbit's abstraction being Jax's fault.
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This face also alludes to her assuming that he'll lead his friends to abstraction. Ragatha wants to be Pomni's friend so badly, and the fact that she even just found Jax funny leads her to fear that he'll cause her to abstract too.
Ragatha is scared of being lonely and hated. She thinks Jax being rude leads to negative things happening to others. She doesn't seem to understand why Jax hates her kindness and didn't notice that he probably could have even been softer and more open to Ribbit because Ribbit could have been kind like her, but still heard Jax out and listened to him just to listen to him.
They could have also possibly been kind without needing friendship, and actually going out of their way to be it when thinking someone actually really needed to hear it, not pushing it in their way all the time.
Ragtha being nice all of the time probably gave Jax the idea she was only being overly kind to get friendship out of the person as well as make people be kind to her back and keep everyone happy and away from the reality of their situation, and not to just be kind and know that someone else gets that this place is awful but that they're there if they need it.
Of course some of this is just an evaluation of the characters, but the theory that Ribbit was both of their friends could be an explanation to Ragatha's absolute fear of Pomni becoming friends with Jax other than just a fear of loneliness, which she displays constantly.
This isn't the usual type of content I make but I just wanted to rant about this dumb probably even trashy theory I had inspired by some comment I saw from someone on TikTok who said that Ragatha and Jax both being friends with Ribbit was a way for them to explain why she seemed so scared about Jax and Pomni being friends.
Bye now!
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dicktat · 21 days ago
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please im being genuine, I've loved the franchise since like 5 years ago and have been playing DL2 for years and I haven't had any personal qualms with Techland. I genuinely, for real, want to know in-depth why you don't like them if you have the time so I can form myown opinion about this stuff because I've never really looked deep into techland's activities.
Sorry🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️I’ve been gathering info and writing this so it took me a while to prepare. Tho I cannot say I have captured the full scope of this, a lot of the older stuff has been lost and I encourage anyone who’s seeing this to add to it with any info they would like.
⚠️⚠️⚠️disclaimer: I DO NOT hate Techland. I am just very upset with how they are function as a company and have a lot to say. You are free to form your own thoughts however do NOT treat my PERSONAL rant as hate campaign/a post to stir up drama.
First of all I would like to preface this by saying I have been an active fan of the franchise for a few years and have a combined playtime of 1000+ hours on both games. I have also spent thousands of dollars on this franchise with the purchase of skins, dlc, multiple copies of the same game, merch, even ordering my own merch. I am not lying when I say I loved both games and the characters. However in the past few years my gratitude and fondness of this company and by extension the franchise came to a sudden halt because I bear witness to this company going downhill as they get very greedy.
I really tried my best defending them while a lot of the people are criticizing them but I just cannot find the strength in me to continue that ever since the first trailer of the new game dropped. I have no problem with the direction of the game as I would also like to see what happened to my past favorite protagonist. I just CANNOT agree with the fact it was done at the expense of dying light 2. I would be more than happy if the game is a new installment but the fact it REPLACES the actual DLC we were promised is upsetting. It feels like all the fans were shafted and we all had to begrudgingly make room for something we didn’t expect while slowly watching the game we all love and enjoy cast into oblivion because when’s the LAST time, and I mean it, Techland mentions anything new about DL2? And I mean just the cast of DL2 and specifically Aiden. It almost feels like they are intentionally “hiding” anything regarding because we have never seen any new update since their new title dropped. I’m sure they have their plans but isn’t that just a little weird how the PROTAGONIST of their franchise disappeared overnight and wasn’t even shown in any of the new announcements? It’s just an awful, depressing way to treat anyone who’s a fan of the game as they continue to act like this. My problem right now isn’t the overly aggressive way they are becoming a sellout for money it’s the way they appeal to certain parts of the community while neglecting the others (Oh and I will mention it later). Almost as if they are making a shift to…dare I say grift towards a group of people. It’s no secret that money is their priority right now ever since the DL point system dropped. First of all we need to establish an ingame micro transaction is a scam through and through as you mostly see them in gachas or live update/pvp games while DL has always been solo player focused with occasional coop updates. So may I ask WHY this was ever a thing? It’s a very predatory way of making cash and I will show you
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Not only is this currency very overpriced because a few bucks for a bundle is the greed they mention in the Bible and Ub*soft headquarters but if you would look at the prices of each individual purchase most of them are just above the first top up (around 550 DL points) and under the second. Which means if you were to buy one bundle you would have to buy specifically the second, more expensive one with 450 points to spare and waste (Which, is not enough to purchase anything else and you would have to spend money on yet another set). This is a very predatory and aggressive way of designing their system and some you only see in gachas so I was very surprised when I saw them chose this direction (Again I am very guilty for defending them at the time for being a diehard fan but we all grow right). Which is made even worse because, oh, they chose to cut out the DLC as its own entry which means not only all the money you spent on the accessories cannot be redeemed or transferred the hundred of hours you spent on getting better at the game and gathering materials preparing for the dying light 2 followup game is now wasted. (Coming from someone who spent WEEKS gathering ammo in preparation for the new game and now it’s just. Ugh). Continuing.
And I have to ask, why? Not to mention the power creeping and pay to win features a few of the bundles include. This is a SINGLE PLAYER focused game so a company that prides themselves on being “a few of the good ones” really really really shouldn’t be doing so.
(If you want a more in depth explanation of why this is yucky here’s a video by oni a very trustworthy member of the community explaining it and I highly highly recommend it, just watch the first couple minutes and you’ll see)
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This really was the slow beginning of a fast death and the first sign they were not really what they promised. Speaking of which, a lot of the promised feature they still haven’t fulfilled, and it’s already the 3rd year of the game. So it really wouldn’t be too unreasonable for us fans who love the game to feel disappointed, yes?
I would also like to mention the big oof I have with a lot of the ways they are managing their people and how they hosted a contest in march and some friends and I still haven’t received our prizes and the new manager have been taking weeks to respond but these are either personal or confidential so I don’t want to discuss it here but
I’ve been hinting at it for a while but. Here. This is the REAL reason why I have such an issue with Techalnd.
I have debated holding everything because I thought it would all be unnecessary drama/useless info but I do think it’s a very important matter to address.
But let’s talk about it.
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The whitewashing and mistreatment of Lawan.
If you are outta the loop, in January of this year Techland dropped a new “skin” for Lawan that is weirdly enough…not obtained by any means but a free “gift” automatically sent to every old and new player’s inventory. This is weird. And I will explain why.
First of all we should take a look at the skin itself. The description says it’s a celebratory item for Chinese New Years and Lawn is Asian here. But. Here’s the actual thing. ITS STILL WHITEWASHING!!!
“Oh but she’s Asian!” Sure, a minority. But you are very much erasing the presence of a BLACK woman. And the skin is much lighter. Which, they also erased all of her BIPOC features and gave her snow white skin and thin lips with petite nose.
And I really didn’t want to show a pukefest on my blog. Yet. Look at this. An official art. It’s just a fucking Caucasian woman. The features. The facial structure. So please save the “she’s erm still woc!” because this is NOT what representation is
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But this isn’t even scratching the surface because guess who this skin is actually made for? Yes! The Chinese! And particularly, a group of specific people.
And here’s where I take a detour to explain the background (it’s going to be a long read but trust me this is very important) and I will have to mention a trigger warning for the upcoming themes of racism, colorism, and misogyny.
So…coming from a Chinese girly myself I have a lot to share. The Chinese gaming community is deeply problematic. And the average male gamer is miles worse than any right wing twitter dudebro gamer’s wet dream. They are serving casual racism when their more advanced east Asian counterpart are in the competitives. Ever since the beginning of the game DL2 has been gathering a lot of hate from the Chinese male player base. Not because of the game itself, but why?
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They fucking hate Lawan.
Ever since the game launched the netizens have been gathering and parading their hate boner for the woman lead of the game. Because 1. She’s black. 2. They all think she’s hideous. 3. They claim she’s a DEI feminist politically correct insert which apparently justified calling her “ape” “monkey” “n word” or EVERY slur under the sun.
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(Translation: searching term Lawan Ape with a lot of results)
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If you were to search up “Lawan” in the Chinese gaming community, the very top results are ALL exclusively about how UGLY she is, and if fact, she was so “famously” disastrous that so, so many people who don’t even PLAY the game knows and hates on her. In fact, I’d argue this is what the game is most known for in the Chinese gamer community. It even became a meme at one point (“Character so ugly we’d prefer the volatile”). Her name has been synonymous with “female volatile” (say that specific phrase to a Chinese DL gamer and they would instantly know you’re talking about her). And they are so fucking disgusting and racist. If you’re Asian you would know and experience this. Sidenote: if you want proof then look no further than steam reviews on this game. Don’t believe me? Put the language filter on Chinese and experience it for yourself.
(The video shown in the pic raving about how she’s worst than a volatile has almost one million views and sitting at the very top of the search result when you look up videos on dying light 2.)
Again I’m sorry for the over explaining but this is significant because I’m certain none of you are really aware of how BAD everything is over there. The context is very important. Because this is not just the minority but the loud, malicious and majority of the community. The problem is rampant. And I do NOT for a second believe Techland isn’t made aware of all this.
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(Comparison of data. The profiles are of the official Techland account on the social media where all the racist comments are from and you can see they are clearly very active on there and for reference here’s is CDPR’s numbers and you can see they have almost twice as much followers as them).
So…here’s my problem. Techland. Techland. Look at her. You clearly made the reskinned white girl with the Chinese gamer community in mind. IS THIS REALLY THE DEMOGRAPHIC YOU WANT TO APPEAL???
You not only are mindful of the bigoted player base you are now actively grifting towards all of them. With successful results too because of all the people who say they will “finally” give your game a chance now that Lawan isn’t ugly and evident by the spike of positive reviewing when the skin was launched, around this specific time.
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And this is abysmal to see as someone active in both communities. There are better people you could attract. I remember when I made a joke about how this skin coincidentally announced two days after the orange man sits in office but there are clearly a lot of people who unironically thinks like that.
(Comment posted: “should we be thanking old Trump for this?”)
All the bigoted players loudly celebrating and “thank god for trump” and relishing in this historical moment as if this is some triumphant moment of them “winning” as they relish in their chants of “fuck the feminists”, tell me, is this really what you want as your core audience?
See this is why I have a problem with this. Rosaria Dawson, the main actress for Lawan, was very much unfairly hated in the community. And Techland…well Techland never defended her much. You are a fucking huge gaming company with influence, and it boils my blood when I see them do absolute jackshit to protect her from the rampant fans being disgusting to her when the game first launched. And now they are even replacing her presence from the game. She’s your fucking lead actress ffs. I don’t want to sound like a conspiracy theorist but it just feels like now they are saying well, beats me. And moves on to something that brings them money.
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If you read up till now I believe you are invested in the specific topic. And I guess I’ll post the full pic. Warning for obvious reasons. I know most of you haven’t seen this or is made aware of its presence because it’s an event item SPECIFICALLY limited to Chinese players and is not available oversees and has never been posted to any English based platform (I am not going to argue they don’t have any chemistry in the story but. Gosh. They were never this close. This whole art of “randomly selling manly guy and pretty lady relationship” is weird). So again, I must ask, why are you bootlicking these people???
I’m very sorry for getting so heated and I’m sure this isn’t what you’re looking for. But I must, I really have to shed some light on this discussion. I was and still am hesitant about posting this because it concerns a lot of infohazard and stuff behind the scenes. I am not calling them deceitful in anyway but. This has been an ongoing matter for a while and I don’t think anyone in the English speaking part of the community is aware of what this is. I am just very disappointed they are in a way appealing to a group of deeply hateful people and I believe anyone who loves the game deserves to be aware. But right now as for the question you asked, why I have such an issue with them. I just can’t find my self in any good conscience to support a company who is not only aware of parts of their very problematic fanbase but is actively grifting/benefiting off them. And for now, as for myself a once very loyal fan of the franchise I am no longer interested with seeing their future endeavors.
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The Games We Play
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Summary- Beware the fae and the games they play. Straying off the path on the way home from yet another boring date, the bustling city night gives way to the bright midday sun. Confused yet intrigued, you stumble upon a beautiful man by a stream who is much more than he seems.
Pairing- Pixie!Felix x fem!Reader
Trope-Fantasy AU/Strangers to lovers au, smut
Rating- 18+ MDNI
Warnings- Vulgarity, sexual language, unprotected sex, oral (fem receiving), some deception (he's a fae after all) but the intercourse is definitely consensual, he's a bit cheeky with a touch of playful meanness, as always 18+ Minors dni
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A/N-This is my first time writing Felix and it's my second addition to the Thrill of the Hunt collab with CODN. Make sure you check out all the authors stories!
@sanjoongie I swear I couldn't have done this one without you, all of your help and listening to me rant about anything and everything. This one is definitely dedicated to you 💘
@starlitmark your beta read really helped me finish this and I can't thank you enough! I love you!
@1-800-shedevil thank you so much for reading and letting me know how I'm doing, as well as being encouraging and supportive as you always are, I adore you!
@mint-yooxgi as always my partner in crime and aus, you are always there to hype me and keep me going, I love love love you!
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“And the return on my stocks-” your date was droning on, and you dip your head to take a sip of your water to cover your yawn.  
You have no idea why you continue to try to date in this city.  In your personal experience, there were only three outcomes from such excursions.  
One was the scenario you currently find yourself in; a boring, pretentious date who just wanted to talk about money, politics, his most recent car purchase.  Too full of themselves to even ask a single question about you without having to volunteer anything on your own.
The second was the overly eager, handsy types that were a little too interested in you, but for all the wrong reasons.  Your last date had asked what color panties you’d worn ‘for him’ as the waitress tried not to drop the salad into your lap.
And of course, there was the third.  The dates that started well, they seemed very interested in you as well as being interesting themselves.  Enough to make you let down your guard, but not enough to have you escaping out a bathroom window.  
Yet this third category was pure chaos for you, and not in a fun way.  Between finding out the guy has a girlfriend by the approach of a second date, or they turn into the complete opposite of what they represented during the date….
At least the first two were up front about what they were.  Dating has just become boring, annoying, lame.  
Between your work life draining you six days a week, and little to no social life, it was soul sucking when you had to listen to some suit drone on about the cost of his designer socks.
So here you found yourself, struggling through another boring meal, smiling and nodding along with a bombardment of information you will forget the moment you walk out the door.  
Sighing, you look up at the night sky, wondering if there is more to life than this monotony. 
Declining the shared cab with your date, you bid him goodbye and decided to take the long route to your apartment.
The park was quiet, the surrounding trees muffling the busy sounds of the city behind you.  
Stopping to appreciate the plush green grass, you slip off your shoes to leave the path and let your bare feet sink into the cool blades.  
There was a small clearing with a beautiful tree that you’d always longed to read a book under, if only you could find the time.
The urge to just go sit underneath it right this very moment hits you hard and before you realize it, your legs are moving on their own.  
“It won’t hurt anything if I just take a moment…” you find yourself saying, blinking lazily as the sunlight cuts through the leaves over your head.  
“So pretty…” you hum before it suddenly hits you.  
Sunlight? It was night time….
The sound of rushing water plays in your ears as you spin around, shoes still dangling off your fingers.  “What the f-” you whisper under your breath, taking in the terrain around you.
“We’re not in Kansas anymore…” you hum mindlessly as your brain tries to process where you are.  For some reason, you can hear your granny’s cackle in your mind as you let out a weary sigh.  
“Stumbled across a faery ring, did ya?” 
“Oh Gran…” you sigh, shaking your head.  
Folklore and fairytales, but she’d always warned you.  
“It’s a dream, I just fell asleep in the park.” You shrug, not really believing it as you turn to look up at the midday sky, and the lush green plains that appeared to end in a rocky drop off in the distance.  
“Well…this is better than my stuffy date.” you snort, marching along the mossy earth to the edge of a wide stream.  Rocks jutted out on either side, and the pleasant trickle of water sounds like music to your ears.  
A few moments pass before you hear the tinkling laughter of what sounds like children, eyes widening as three creatures leap across the stream.  
Their giggles sound like delicate windchimes as they call to a fourth figure, a low voice calling out what can only be obscenities, though none you’ve ever heard before.  
“Not so funny when it’s you, eh?!” a childlike voice rings out as the laughter trails off, leaving the soft sounds of the stream behind as you study the now still being.  
At first you only take in his form, the lean figure seemingly sulking at the edge of the water.
He…the creature definitely looks as if it’s a male at first glance.  The sound of the voice as well is deep and rich enough to be considered masculine.  
His obvious unhappiness is apparent as he turns and you can see him a bit better, a pout adorning his full lips as he kicks a pebble into the rushing stream.  
“This is ridiculous.” He grumbles loud enough to overhear as he kneels down to trail his fingers through the water.  
“Ridiculous!” he repeats, the childish tantrum from what appears to be a grown man has you letting out a laugh before you can stop yourself.  
Slapping a hand over your mouth, you can’t help but admire the grace at which he rises and spins as he looks in your direction.  
“Who’s there?” He calls, brilliant eyes searching.  
Green…no…blue…purple?
Your eyes widen as he meets yours, stunned by the beauty and vibrancy of their colors.
Heterochromia, you think.  One brilliant emerald green eye beside a beautiful violet blue.  
He gracefully makes his way to you, curiosity and some hesitation to his expression.
His beauty is undeniable as he comes closer, and it nearly has you speechless as he studies you.  
His platinum blonde hair curls over his ears, a spattering of freckles covering his flawless honeyed skin.  His lips speak of berries and cream, drawing your gaze as he forms words directed at you.  
Blinking as you realize he’s spoken, you flick your eyes up to his multicolored gaze. Those lips curl into what you could only call a smirk as his eyes sparkle delightedly.
“Are you lost?” he repeats, those colorful eyes closing slowly as he leans forward, appearing to inhale the air around you.  
“Lost?” you ask dumbly, shaking your head at his question.  “Can one be lost in a dream?”
His laugh is so different from his face, deep and resonant, rich and smooth like velvet on silk, caressing your aural senses.  
“Ah, this is not a dream, love.  You appear to have stumbled across a ring.” he hums as he sits upon the rock cross legged.  
“Sure it’s not, I just appeared randomly in the fae realm.” Your sarcasm laden words appear to amuse the man as he rocks back and forth to laugh once more.
“Ah you’re going to be one of those.” He hums, his smirk far too adorable to take.
“One of those?” You raise an eyebrow at his comment, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear as you settle down on your own piece of earth.  
His sigh sounds weary to your ears.  “Yes, yes.  Those that stumble upon faery rings have a variety of reactions.  Disbelief, fear, the occasional excitement that leads to despair as they realize-” he stops suddenly, a mischievous smile curling his rosy lips.  
“Realize what?” you ask, narrowing your eyes at him.  
He merely hums and raises one shoulder into a shrug.  “This is only a dream, remember?” He teases, raising his hands to gesture around him, palms up.  
“Why would I explain anything if you don’t think this is real?” He asks in a sing-song voice, glancing around the beautiful area.  
“Alright then, keep your secrets.” You respond with a wink and a smile, giving him your own shrug, looking away to take in the lush scenery.  
“Why are you upset then?” you ask, glancing at him from the side.  For some reason, his reaction at your response has you wanting to giggle as his lips pull down into another pout.
“Upset? I’m-” He stops, lip curling as he looks down to poke at the moss growing upon the rock.   
“A trick was played upon me.” His low voice is almost inaudible, and you have to lean forward to catch his words.  
“What sort of trick?” you ask, curious now.  “Were you lured over here as well?”
His eyebrow raises at your interest, seeming to be thinking about answering.   A moment passes as he contemplates, then he suddenly sits up and starts to rock once more.  
“I have an idea!” He exclaims, clapping his hands together delightedly.
“Why do I feel as if this isn’t a good thing…” you hum under your breath and he just pouts at you once more.  
“What is this idea?” You ask him, crossing your arms over your chest.  
“Let’s play a game…if you win, I’ll tell you.” he says, beaming with glee at his idea.  
“And if I lose?” you inquire, feeling like he’s up to something.
“Hm….” he crosses his own arms, hand on his chin as he makes a dramatic thinking face, causing you to roll your eyes at him.
“You’re just going to play some kind of weird trick on me, aren’t you?” You huff, shaking your head.  “No thanks.”  
His lips part as he gasps, eyes widening at your words.  “How little you think of me!” he says, hand upon his chest.  
“I don’t know you, so the bar is pretty low.” You say, raising an eyebrow at him.
“Well, play a game with me and you’ll get to know me better.” He responds, his long eyelashes fluttering over those radiant eyes.
“What makes you think I want to get to know you better?” You ask him, rolling your eyes a bit.  
To be fair, the idea of learning a bit more about him was enticing, though you weren’t going to admit it to a stranger. Honestly, thinking back to your dates, this was much more enjoyable already.
Fuck it, you think.  If this wasn’t a simple dream and you really had accidentally stumbled into the fae realm….
This was infinitely better than your current day to day.
“Well, what else are you doing?” He spreads his hands out, and you can’t argue with that logic.
“Hmm….I suppose that’s true,” you mutter, those mostly innocent eyes studying you with a bit more intelligence than you gave him credit for.  
A sudden thought hits you and you grin as you lean towards him.
“What if….when I win, you’ll help me find my way back home..” you challenge him, biting your lip as he tilts his head at you, those gorgeous mismatched eyes processing the idea.  
“‘When?’ Ha! …..and if I win?” He asks softly, leaning in with a cheeky smile.  
Your breath catches at the way his eyes dance with merriment yet still hold that undercurrent of cunning.  
A shiver caresses your spine as his eyes trail down to your mouth, then to your neck.  His tongue darts out briefly to wet his lips as a few strands of his blonde hair fall over his forehead.  
“If I win…you allow me to kiss you.” he whispers melodically, and you have to blink to stop yourself from being drawn into his enticing gaze.  
He grins knowingly as you catch yourself, shaking yourself back to reality.
“You…want to kiss me?” Your brain races at the implications, wondering what the harm is in a simple kiss.  The gods know you haven’t gotten any action in awhile and well….
“Just a kiss, right?” you narrow your eyes at him, wondering what his game was. 
“Are you some kind of weird pervert?” You ask suddenly, and he throws back his head to laugh at your question.  
“Are you afraid of a little nibble?” He teases, leaning back as he crosses his arms once more.  
“Nibble? You sound as if you want to cannibalize me.” You wrinkle your nose at him, shaking your head. 
His expression is comical as he raises his eyebrows, pausing for a moment before he gives you a small wink.  “Just a kiss, for the purposes of this game.  I definitely won’t cannibalize you…you have my word….” 
You swear he must have momentarily thought about it given the twinkle in his leer but you just shake it off, rather enjoying this little bit of flirty banter.
You give him a slow nod as he watches you, chewing your lower lip as he awaits your answer.  
“So…you help me find the way back or…a kiss?” You ask hesitantly and he beams, uncrossing his arms to spread them wide.  
“Exactly so.” He repeats, a sly grin curling his pretty mouth.  
“What game will we be playing?” you realize you should have asked this first as his eyes light up and he suddenly spins up to his feet gracefully, arms splayed.  
“Hide and seek?” His lilting laugh settles a calm over you when you should be worrying, and you narrow your eyes at him once more.
“You want to play a children’s game?” You retort, frowning a little at him, then glancing around at the terrain surrounding you.  
Honestly, there are plenty of stone outcroppings and trees dotting the field that spanned as far as you could see.  Little mounds rise from the ground and the grass is tall and wild.  
“Do you have something else in mind?” He hums, and you glance back over to him.  
His seemingly wicked grin softens and you feel a mild wave of comfort as he steps towards you, holding out his hand.  
“Let us agree, then.  I’ll show you the way to get back, if you should happen to win.” he repeats, and you look down at his hand, feeling as if you should be more wary than you are.
“And…you may have a kiss if I lose.”  you respond, taking his hand in yours.
His palm is warm and firm as his fingers wrap around yours, a smile of amusement dancing over his features and he slips his thumb along your knuckles.
His eyes trace your neckline as he grins, and for a moment you swear you can see a sharp fang in his mouth. At your gasp, he merely grins wide, and his teeth all appear to be normal.
Blinking as you shake your head, you draw your hand back, the thought of his touch conjuring not so innocent thoughts in your mind.
“You have to catch me then, not just find me.” you state, bringing your brain back to the matter at hand.  
“Of course, what fun would it be if I merely spotted you…” his grin looks almost hungry and you frown momentarily, wondering why you are even agreeing to this.  
His smile suddenly lights up, causing you to focus on his excitement.  
“I’ll give you until the sun reaches the treeline there.” He points, and you gaze off at the large tree in the distance.  
“Um…?” you turn to look at him and that musical laugh washes over your senses once more.  
“About fifteen minutes, love.” he teases and tosses you a wink.
“Stop calling me that.” you grumble but he ignores you as he leans back on the rock, hands behind him to prop himself up.  
“Tick tock…love.” he grins.
You merely roll your eyes as you stand, glancing down at the heeled shoes you had set next to you.  Likely better barefoot…you think, leaving them behind as you jog off into the field to find a place to hide.  
“Cheeky little bastard, flirting like that.  Just because he’s hot…” you grump, enjoying the soft cool feel of the earth beneath your bare soles.
You turn to glance behind, giving him a brief once over.  His long hair brushed his neck, the light platinum seeming to shiver in the midday sun.  He appears to be humming to himself and not peeking as you turn to run off.
After a few minutes, you’ve wound your way down a small path leading to a small wooded area along the cliff’s edge.  You can barely make out the small area you’d emerged from, only able to see the stream leading off inland.  
He’d given you plenty of time, but for some reason your mind seems to be trying to grasp a thought you can’t quite reach.  
What are you missing?
What … was there something you should have asked?
You shrug off the questions and look around.
You eye some of the taller trees as you make your way into the little copse of trees near the edge, smiling as you look up.  
When you were young, you used to love to climb trees and heights were never an issue.  With all of the rocks and mounds scattered throughout, you thought perhaps this was the best spot, as he’d be more likely to check the ground.  
The leaves were lush and the branches were thick, so given your time restraints you merely shrug and begin your ascent.
By the time you are perched quite a ways up, you glance over to the tree in the distance he’d mentioned, wondering if it’s been fifteen minutes already.  
After a moment of searching, you adjust yourself to look out over the beautiful body of water just beyond the cliff’s edge.  
It’s gorgeous here, lush and vibrant.  It’s so relaxing, such a change from the dreary city with all the smog and buildings smooshed together.  Everywhere you look, there’s something to admire or become fascinated with.  
Beware the fae, they are dangerous as they are breathtaking.
“I know Gran, I know…” you hum, shaking your head again to clear it.  Once more you wonder how you went from a boring date to playing a silly children’s game with an unknown man.
Man? Are you sure-
“Ah there you are!” the deep, lilting voice startles you to the point where you lose your hold on the trunk of the tree.
You can only let out a yelp as you spot him, hovering at eye level a moment before you feel yourself tumbling from your spot.  
Breathless from the fall, eyes clamped shut at the impending impact, you can only think, “This is it, going to break my neck-”
But then a pair of hands are catching you, and you’re being yanked against a hard chest. You immediately throw your arms around the neck of your savior without a thought. 
A melodic rumble of a laugh vibrates your shoulder as you ease open an eye.  
Still tense from the close call, you are startled yet again to look up at the face of the man by the stream.  His eyes are dancing with glee as he gives you an almost wolfish grin.  
“How-” you start, then gasp at the span of iridescent wings fluttering behind him.  
“Looks like I’ve won.” He states with a smirk, hoisting you up to settle better in his arms.
The ease at which he’s carrying you, like a fucking princess, both amazes and annoys you.
“You! You’re a fucking fae?!” You manage to get out, still clinging embarrassingly to him despite your sudden surge of anger.  
“Of course, love.” he whispers close to your ear as he inhales deeply.  
“But-you-fucking WINGS?!” your brain seems to clear from the fog it was in, and you just glare at the fae holding you.  
He grins at you, and you realize how ridiculous this all is.  
Of course, fae are tricky.  Your Gran had warned you so many times, but you’d merely brushed what she’d told you, believing her to just be talking nonsense.
Yet here you are, outwitted by some glamour and a pretty face.  
“You never said you were a fae.” you grump, ashamed of the sudden pout on your face.  
“You never asked.” he responds simply, biting his full bottom lip as he studies you.  
“Well that’s not very fair, then. You were always going to win this easily.” you tell him as his eyes dance with amusement.
“Fair?” His laughter causes your heart to flutter, only adding to your annoyance over the situation.  
First, he’s this hot with that voice and now he has wings….
Girl, you need to get laid.
WHAT AM I THINKING?!
His breath tickles your ear as he tightens his hold on you, the rich depth of his voice causing you to tremble.  
“Who ever said anything about fair, love?” His nose bumps against the shell of your ear and you can’t stop the instant twinge between your legs from the contact, nor the small gasp that escapes your lips.
“Put me down.  I’m not letting you kiss me.” you withdraw your arms from his neck, folding them over your chest.
He pulls back as a frown tugs at his lips, his eyes darkening at your words.
“A deal is a deal, love…but…if you’d like me to put you down….” his sudden smirk should have been a warning.
You weren’t prepared for the sudden departure of his arms as he tips you out of them, falling so quickly that you couldn’t even make a noise.  
Your stomach turns as your mind races, as the warm air rushes past you while you fall but then you hear a deep laugh as he swoops in to catch you once more.
Clinging to him desperately, you can only shake as you regain your senses.  You hadn’t noticed before but he must have flown over the edge of the cliff before he dropped you, because now you were below the edge.
Looking up at the jagged cliff wall, then to the rocks below, you turn your teary eyes to the fae holding you.
“Are you rethinking that phrase?” he asks, the teasing in his tone making you angry enough to glare at him and bare your teeth.  
You can feel your heart beat pulse in your neck as you try to calm down, swallowing down your anger.  He speaks before you can gather your thoughts enough to protest any more.
“It’s not polite to renege, love.  You agreed to the terms before we played.”
Glancing up at those vibrant eyes, you can sense the danger lurking behind them.  You knew…you knew well not to anger a fae, and you take a moment to collect your thoughts before you say something without thinking.
“I don’t know if you’re messing with my emotions right now.” You let out a soft sigh, feeling your heart slow to a steady, normal pace as you try to think of what to do next.  
“Hm…depends on the emotion.” he winks at you and you can only roll your eyes.  
“Can we…go somewhere on the ground where we can talk?” you ask hesitantly, tightening your grip as you glance down once more, to the craggy coastline hundreds of feet below you.  
He immediately turns and begins to fly you both inland, much to your relief.  Returning to the spot where you’d first come across him, he settles you onto your wobbly feet then steps back to study you.
Clearing your throat, you rub your neck at the momentary resistance you feel at letting him go.  
Fucking hell, why am I getting horny over a winged fairy?  A cheeky little bastard, at that.
Because he’s interesting, and this is exciting, a little voice whispers.  
Quiet, jerk, you tell it, but you find yourself trying not to smile.  
“I don’t even know your name.” You find yourself saying as you watch his face.  Your eyes are drawn to those beautiful wings, gleaming brilliantly in the now setting sun.  You can’t help but notice the weblike design on them, inwardly laughing sardonically at how very trapped you feel just by looking at him.
The sudden darkening of his eyes simultaneously draws you in and causes you to step backwards, slipping on the loose stone under your feet.  Before you can fall on your ass, he’s beside you, arm slipping easily around your waist as he pulls you against him.  
“You wish to know my name, love?” He hums, those beautiful orbs of his flicking over your face; lingering on your lips, on your tongue as it darts out to wet them.  
“Only if you wish to tell me.” is all you manage as your body reacts to his.  His chest is firm, the arm tightening around you strong.  In your confusion and annoyance before, you’d overlooked just how ridiculously muscular he was.  
His pretty face does not match the physique under his clothing, and the sudden spurt of excitement that dampens your panties causes your cheeks to flush.
A wicked smile creeps across his features as his nose flares, leaning into you as his eyes seem to brighten yet darken at the very same time.  
“Naive little human, so many questions you never asked…” his eyes flutter as he inhales deeply, his voice dropping even lower as he lets out a soft growl.  
“Your name is not what I wish to…discover…” 
You swear your swallow is audible as he dips his nose into the crook of your neck, nuzzling gently as your skin breaks into gooseflesh.  
“What-” the break in your voice darkens your cheeks as you try to figure out if your trembling is fear or arousal.
Perhaps both…
“What…do you wish to discover?” you finally grate out, your mutinous fingers slipping up into his silky platinum hair.  
The sudden hitch of his breath emboldens you- unable to stop yourself, your other hand slips around him to trace up his spine.  
Then your fingertips are dancing along the base of his wings.  
The muscles there are tight, firm.  Your lips part as his body trembles, the deep moan from his throat causing you to soak right through your panties.
Any doubt about his arousal evaporates as his hips jerk, the rigid length of his cock pressing firmly into your thigh.  
His fingers suddenly entwine into your hair, gently pulling your head back as he leans back to look at you.  
“You play a dangerous game, love.” he whispers, but the words vibrate through your body as you knead the area between his wings.  
His fingers tighten in your hair, bringing his full lips to yours, a hair's breadth from coming into contact.  The warm breath rasping from him has you yearning to close that tiny distance but his hand keeps you in place.  
“I…thought you wanted a kiss…” you murmur, thighs shaking from the possibilities you can see in his hungry gaze.  
The puff of air from his exhalation alone is making you insane, his rich, soft laugh reducing you to a quaking mess.  
“A kiss is what I’m owed, love.  Yet…I never said where I wanted to kiss you…” he grins, exposing a set of sharp fangs.  
It should cause you to panic, yet it has the complete opposite effect.  It seems that the choked moan that leaves your throat is all he needs to hear, as he suddenly drops his hands to cup your ass.  
“Allow me to claim my prize…” he whispers, then you’re being lifted suddenly.  You can’t even process anything as his hands lift your thighs to wrap around him.
Before you even register what’s happening, you’re being dumped gently onto a soft surface.  
He’s hovering over you, his gaze raking over your prone form as he yanks off his flimsy shirt to expose his well formed torso.  
“If you won’t tell me your name-” You gasp as he grabs your shirt, tearing it open to expose your bra underneath.  Continuing as he cups your breasts, you shakily ask, “Will you tell me some form of name to call you?” 
Humming, he appears to think as he yanks down one cup of your bra, palming himself through his pants as he kneads the soft flesh.  
“Show me just how much I please you, and I’ll give you a name you may scream for everyone to hear.” His hands are working at your jeans now, growling low at the annoyance of the material keeping him from you.
“If you can make me moan-” you gasp out as he finally unzips and rips them off of you.  
“Oh love…” he chuckles as his palm cups you between your legs.  “I haven’t even set my lips upon you yet, and here you are quivering under my touch.”
You reach for him as his fingers dance along your panties, combing back the long strands of his hair as you arch beneath him.  
“Your fragrance begs for my kiss, love.” the sudden tearing sound of you panties is lost in your cry as he presses his thumb against your clit.  Shame over how soaked you are is washed away by how he rolls it over the nub, slick and gentle.  
“Here?” he whispers, his well toned arm holding him above you as he looks down at your spread legs.  Your now naked body is exposed completely to him and he licks his lips as he watches your hips move in time with his motions.  
“Please-” you whimper, tugging gently on his hair as he glances up at your flushed face.  You part your lips on a small moan as his forefinger teases along your slit.  
“Ahhh…there it is…that’s what I want to hear, love.” he growls as his fingertip teases at your hole.  
Your gaze drops to the straining pants, barely holding back his erection.  Your free hand slips down his bare back, dipping into the waist of the material.  
“Let me see you-” your voice is laden with need and his eyes dance with lust and amusement.  
Leaning back, he makes quick work of the remaining clothing, allowing you to rake your eyes over his gloriously naked body; his thick, rigid cock seeming to beckon you, to enthrall you.  Just like him, his penis was pretty and masculine all at once.  
It creates an extremely powerful need within you, and you find yourself unable to control the spasms deep within as his palms settle on your thighs to part them.
“Your cunt is begging for my kiss, love.” he whispers as his head delves into your pussy.  His hot breath tickles your core as he rubs his nose into your clit.  
“Please!” You cry out, trailing off on a moan as you feel his tongue flick out to taste you.  His hungry groan has you bucking your hips upward, eager and ready to feel his lips on you.
“Good girl, love.  That’s it.” you barely make out the words as his lips encircle your sensitive nub, looking down at him as he sets about his feast.  
Incoherent noises leave your throat and mouth as he sucks harshly on the bud, only his hands on your thighs keeping them from wrapping around his pretty head.  
His teeth nip gently at you as he pulls back, causing you to whimper in despair.  
“Don’t stop-” you rasp out, and he grins fully at you, seemingly delighted at your reaction to him.  
“Felix.” he whispers, opening his mouth and letting his tongue dip briefly inside of you, then using the organ to lap at your folds, sucking them into his mouth as he watches you.
“Felix-” you gasp out, tugging firmly on his hair as he teases at your cunt.  
“Yes…” he plants a kiss on you, his lips wet and glistening as he parts from you.  “Moan for me, moan my name-” 
His hands slip down your thighs, then his thumbs are parting your folds, opening you up to his gluttonous stare.  
“Such a pretty little cunt, love.  Would you like me to stuff it full?” he asks, the gleam in his eyes undeniable.  
There’s no universe in which you’d ever say no.
“Anything, please-Felix-” your hands are grabbing at him, desperate for more, for all of him.  
“Anything?” The danger in his grin only fuels the need to know what is lurking behind it, and you nod without thinking beyond that.  
“Felix-fucking hell, yes, anything-” 
“As you wish, love.” 
Your head spins as he pushes a finger into you, clenching around him as you cry out wordlessly.  His growl only increases your desire as he pumps it slowly in and out of you, curling it gently to tease at your walls.  
“That’s it, love.  Just like that…though I don’t think it’s enough…” he adds another finger, stretching you as he watches intently.  
“More?” he inquires, raising an eyebrow at you.  You barely are able to nod as he seems to know exactly where to touch deep within you.  
“You-fuck please-” you whimper, panting heavily as he hums.  He removes one hand to trail up your body, finding your soft breast.  Slowly he moves up your body, never stopping the motion of his fingers inside of you.
“Please what, love? Tell me…tell me what you want…what you need…” 
His head dips down, capturing your taut nipple in his mouth, wetting it as he licks and suckles on you.  
Your moans only increase at the sensation, and you can feel a familiar tension building within your womb as he pushes yet another finger into you.  
A popping sound mixes with your cries as he removes his mouth from your tit, grinning wickedly at the sounds leaving you.  
“Cry my name out loud, love.  Scream for me and I’ll fuck you until you can’t even see.” 
Without hesitation, you do just that, his name falling from your parted lips over and over as your thigh wraps around his leg.  His soft, rich tone washes over you as he whispers encouragement, urging you ever closer to the edge.
It’s when he rubs his length along your clit as his fingers continue their relentless assault that you feel everything upend.   
Before you can take another breath, your chest tightens along with your pussy around his fingers.  The orgasm rips through you like you’ve been hit by a freight train, the sudden tensing of every single muscle and nerve you possess causing you to arch, rising from the soft moss beneath you with a piercing cry.  
Before it’s even over he’s yanking out his fingers, plunging his cock deep into you and smashing his mouth against yours to swallow your cries.  
You can only cling to him as he thrusts hard and fast into you, your tongues meeting desperately as the area is filled with muffled moans and the wet slapping sounds of your bodies.  
Pulling his mouth from yours, his eyes seem to radiate a shimmering light as he looks down at your sweat soaked body beneath him.  
“So fucking tight, love.  Like a fucking glove-” he growls, looking down to watch his cock pound into you.  His eyes roll as he shivers, and you run your hand up his back once more to knead at the muscle between his wings.  
A guttural snarl rips from his throat as his eyes flash, widening at your touch.  It only encourages you as he grabs your free hand to pin above your head, his mouth crushing yours once more.  
Impossibly, he quickens his pace as you wrap your legs around his waist.  The force behind his thrusts likely bruising you but it only adds to the pleasure as you feel the wave of another orgasm building quickly.
“Felix-fuck-FELIX-” You cry, looking down between you where his eyes are glued.  His thick cock is gleaming with your moisture, his full throaty moans causing your eyes to roll as you throw your head back.  
“LOOK AT ME.” He commands, his voice powerful and deep, resonating through the clearing.  It sends a shock through your lower body, clamping tightly around him as you teeter on the brink.
Your eyes meet his darkened gaze, completely at his mercy as you long to only obey him.  
“Mark me-” you cry out, your fingers gripping the base of his wings tightly.  You want him in every way you can possibly conceive of, and the need for him to claim you is overwhelming.
Before you can take another breath, his teeth are flashing and he buries his face in your neck.  The sharp sting as he breaks the skin sends you spiraling, his hips sharply snapping into you.  
The inarticulate scream of pleasure as you come around him causes his hips to stutter, then you can feel him bursting deep within you.  His lips are stained red with your blood as he throws his head back, emptying himself as you cling to him.  
Drawing him down to your lips, he kisses you deeply, the taste of iron causing you to moan as his tongue delves into your mouth. His thrusts become sloppy as he whimpers and you can feel the mixture of both of your fluids seeping out every time he plunges into you.  
His damp body finally stills as he settles atop you, his kiss slowing to soft pecks, his plush lips brushing against yours.  
You brush back his sweat soaked hair, gazing up into his beautifully mismatched eyes. 
“Well…” you hum as he gazes at the bite mark on your neck.  He leans in to lick it gently, pulling back to grin at you.
“Don’t say it, I already know.” you tell him, and he tilts his head at you questioningly.
“Oh? What do you know, love?” He whispers, rolling you so that you’re settled on top of him.
You finally take a look around the little area he’d brought you to.  It appears to be within the trunk of a massive tree, and you’re in a sheltered area deep within the trunk.  It’s quite cozy and you just hum happily as you tease your fingers over his chest, tweaking one of his nipples.
“I can’t leave now, you claimed me, yadda yadda.” you toss out, shrugging a shoulder as he blinks at you.  
“Yet you-” he just stares at you in disbelief.  “Why would you…?” 
You let out a sigh, looking at him with a simple smile.  
“Well, I suppose my life back home is pretty boring and tiring.  And well…” you rake your gaze over his gorgeous form.  
“I’m just a sucker for fairy dick?”
His laughter delights you as he pulls you tight against him.  
“Pixie.  I’m a pixie.” he tells you, pressing a kiss to your forehead.
“I thought pixies were like…” you hold your finger and thumb about two inches apart and he looks at you sheepishly.
“Well…so you see ... .funny story…” he says, blushing.  
Raising an eyebrow, you settle your chin on his chest as you await his answer.  
“I normally am about that.” He takes your fingers and kisses them.
“A trick was played on me and well…” he shrugs, motioning to himself.  
“Human sized pixie.”
“Well…that’s going to be an interesting dynamic when you change back…” 
“Perhaps it’s a trick I don’t wish to fix.” He whispers, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.  
“Is that even possible?” you ask him, curious.  You should be concerned, thinking about what your life is going to be like now.
Yet somehow, you just can’t find it within yourself to plan everything out like you did before.
“I suppose we’ll find out, love.” he hums, tracing his fingers along your back.
“Felix.” you murmur, smiling in delight as his pretty lips curl up to flash that sharp fang once more. 
Life has suddenly become exciting, dangerously fun and not knowing what is coming next thrills you more than you ever expected.
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flower-boi16 · 9 months ago
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Apology Tour Made Blitz Do The Right Thing for The Wrong Reason
There's a common critique of Apology Tour I've seen regarding Verosika is that the fact that she went out of her way to create an entire annual party dedicated to shitting on her past ex makes her look overly obsessive. While at first glance I can see where this argument is coming from I'd like to disagree.
Blitzo has been frequently established as a fairly destructive person who thanks to his own self-hatred ends up hurting others and pushing them away, the fact that there's this many people in the party shows how destructive of a person Blitzo is, and we see that it's not just limited to his exes, but people in general who he hurt (like Dennis, for instance).
And Verosika is one of Blitz's later victims who Blitz bailed on after she told him she loved him, a very vulnerable moment for someone to be in, and that's the point where Blitz broke her heart. And so she created this party both out of spite for Blitz seeing how much of a horrible person he is and out of sympathy for his many victims who were just as heartbroken by him as she was. She created this party so she could help the people Blitz has hurt cope with what happened and heal from it, creating a sense of community amongst victims.
Apology Tour shows how much Blitzo damages people, how his self-destructive tendencies always end badly for both him AND his victim, leaving his victim broken and making him more broken, the fact there's a whole party made for the sole purpose of helping his victims cope shows that. And Blitz is forced to see how damaging of a person he truly is because of this...or at least, that's the route the episode should have taken.
Apology Tour is an episode with an absolutely fantastic set up with Blitz going to a party where he sees how many people he's damaged and chooses to start becoming a better person, but the problem is HOW the show gets him to see that. The show gets him to start to change himself...through Stolitz.
Blitzo realizes how he hurts others through seeing how he hurt Stolas, who Blitz previously just believed was some classist dick and nothing else only for Stolas to pour his heart out in a musical number, making Blitz realize that Stolas' feelings were genuine all this time and what he was saying to Stolas did, in fact, hurt him...
...at least that's how the writers want you to look at this scene. However, thanks to the general problems with Stolitz writing this development ends up falling flat on its face. The reason for why this development fails despite the perfect set up is because the show is holding Blitz accountable for something he isn't even in the wrong for in the first place. I've ranted about Stolitz many times before but I'll just repeat the same points because it's relevant for my argument here; Blitzo had no reason to ever think that Stolas' love for him was genuine.
Throughout the whole first season, Stolas consistently looked down upon and belittled Blitz, calling him demeaning pet names and always invading his boundaries even when Blitz says no, yet Stolas continues it anyway. YET, the show tries to paint Blitz as biased here because "oh he only hates Stolas for being a royal and is repressing his feelings for Stolas due to self-hatred" or some bullshit.
However, once you factor in the outside context, Blitz never comes across as biased here whenever he rants about Stolas, because he doesn't have a reason to believe Stolas has any genuine affection for him beyond some small, off-screen "nice things" he did for him, and even then, you can still look down upon someone while caring for them. The show wants to present Blitz as in the wrong here for "hurting Stolas' feelings" and being consumed in his bias, but that doesn't work because Blitz had no reason to believe that Stolas didn't look down on him when he literally did.
But despite Blitz not being in the wrong in the situation, he's portrayed as the abuser here and he's the one who apologizes to his abuser, and HE says that Stolas "deserves better than HIM", making Stolas out as the victim here in this situation when the context and framing say otherwise.
Speaking of Stolas, many people have torn him apart this episode already so I won't go that in-depth here, however, it's still relevant to my point. The episode portrays Stolas as sympathetic here when he isn't - in fact, Stolas comes across as extremely unsympathetic in this episode due to claiming that he "never looked down" upon Blitz despite doing that throughout all of season 1.
He THEN gets angry at Blitz for not saving him when Striker captured him even though 1. Blitz was busy and 2. HE LITERALLY SENT HIS CO-WORKERS TO SAVE YOU WHY TF ARE YOU MAD???
Stolas doesn't have a legitimate reason to be angry at Blitz due to the outside context - instead, all of his interactions with Blitzo in this episode come across as him playing the victim and gaslighting him. And All 2 U is the pure culmination of this. A song that is supposed to be the moment where Blitz realizes his mistakes instead comes across as Blitz being repeatedly gaslighted and guilt-tripped into apologizing to his abuser.
HE is treated as the problem, HE is treated as the one who is meant to apologize to Stolas, even though he is NOT IN THE WRONG FOR THIS IN THE SLIGHTEST. Yet, the show ignores past interactions for this to work. It doesn't address anything Stolas did beyond just making the deal - it acts as if that was the only bad thing he ever did even when Stolas did more than just that to Blitz.
Yet, that's never called out by anyone. Stolas doesn't have a good or sympathetic reason to be mad at Blitz - yet the show treats him as another one of Blitz's victims anyway. So, Blitz was essentially gaslit into becoming a better person, which isn't really great writing. Apology Tour had all the ingredients of a fantastic episode but it's severely held back by this specific aspect, Stolas drags the episode down so much and it sucks that the Stolas crap in the episode has to be tied to Blitz's development. Blitzo should have seen his mistakes through someone who actually had valid and sympathetic reasons to dislike him, someone who does actually come across as a person deeply hurt by Blitz's actions.
In other words....Verosika. Verosika should have been the character they used here, not Stolas. Verosika has an actually good reason to dislike Blitz and one the audience could actually sympathize for, SHE should have been the character to get Blitz to realize his mistakes and decide to change and grow as a person. Have All 2 U be sung by her instead of Stolas, with the song detailing how Blitz met and Blitz broke her heart.
Seriously, the concept of the begining scene and All 2 U can work, but they'll work better if you replace Stolas with Verosika in them instead, because Verosika has a good reason to dislike Blitz that could easily be expanded upon and developed, and Blitz would've had better reasoning to become a better person rather than being gaslit and guilt tripped into it. Apology Tour had all of the ingredients for a fantastic episode but the Stolass trash drags it down HARD.
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isabeauwolf · 3 months ago
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Four. Four soulmates. Oh Kamisama no! - Reader x ShiggyOverDabiHawks 7
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Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11
💞 Chapter 7 - Fiction meets Reality
"You said you knew our fates?"
You regret having said that as soon as Overhaul asked that question. Of course, they would all be overly curious about what you knew of their futures. So many bad endings. God, just thinking about it always brought you close to tears.
What was that O.U.A.T quote Rumpelstiltskin said? 'Villains don't get happy endings?'
You inwardly scoffed. Yeah. Not like so many villains' redemption plot lines and stories weren't great in the end. Oh, yeah. Endeavor eventually tries to be better, but it was already too late for Touya? Your hand tightened around the handle of your tea cup before slowly loosening your grip.
All three men were quiet. Waiting for your answer. It was unsettling and nerve wracking.
They could all use their new knowledge when they return back to their worlds and change things, making canon irrelevant and more chaotic.
You close your eyes, take a deep breath and huffed through your nose. Even if I say nothing. They are all bound to find out sooner or later with the power of the Internet anyways.
You reopen your eyes. Trying to calm yourself as if you didn't just have a nightmare and massive meltdown in front of your favorite characters. No. They weren't characters anymore in a fictional reality. They were real people. People with their own thoughts, feelings, impulses, desires and needs.
And I'm stuck in the middle and tied to their asses. You thought to yourself, frowning. Every fangirls dream. Right? Yippee.
Okay. You needed to think rationally here. If they were going to dig information out of you, then you were going to need some to. It's a fair exchange.
Might as well wing it. You straighten your shoulders after finishing your tea and gently setting it down into the saucer. The worst any of them can say is no.
"May I ask a question first before we get started?" You ask.
"I don't see why not." Overhaul raised a thin brow. "Depends on what you ask." Lowering his tea cup and recovering his face with his duster mask. "Can you?"
Smartass.
You swear the gangster sounds smug? You honestly thought he'd be the quietest between the four of them. Then again, Overhaul loved to shove his ideas, motives and plans onto other people. His way or the highway.
Not that the others didn't.
You blush hard. You wanted to cover your head inside your blanket and pretend this was all a stupid dream. "What timeline are all of you from in MHA?"
"Timeline?" Hawks asks, leaning forward, resting his elbow on the coffee table and chin in his gloved hand. "MHA?"
Shigaraki enters and sits down on the end of the couch, hunched over. His interest peaked as you felt his intense bloody crimsons staring at you through his blue hair. "Well?" He rasps, playing the role of Dungeon Master. "Don't leave us hanging and glitching on the title screen."
I'm going to need a visual aid. You thought, standing slowly and dropping your blanket off your shoulders, turning and wrapping it around you in a u-shape, your own personal nest in your corner of the couch without getting too close to Shigaraki. "I'll go get a few things, excuse me." On second thought, if you knew Overhaul and Shigaraki, both men would be overly cautious. You pause and glance at Hawks. "Hawks, can you help me carry some stuff out of my room, please?"
Hawks stood, giving you a warm smile and quickly followed you. "Sure, birdy."
"If you try and run away," Shigaraki warned, but you cut him off.
You half turned, glaring at the League of Villains Leader. "Do I look that stupid to you, Shigaraki?" You sassed, your hands on your hip as the man in question blinks at you before his chapped, scarred lips start scowling. "On second, thought. Please don't answer that." You continue towards your room, fast walking as you continue ranting, "Hell, I'd bet Dabi is waiting outside in case I wanted to be a dumbass and try to escape." You stop at the entrance to the hallway, place your hand onto the threshold and peak over your shoulder, glaring at front the door. "So if he wants to kindly come back inside and join the rest of the class for a crash course he needs to come back inside and play shadow tag another time." You huffed and kept walking.
A moment later Dabi opened your front door and came in, a hint of a smirk on his burnt, scarred and stapled lips. "Well, damn. Isn't she a little spitfire when she's angry." He snickered, closing the door and sitting beside the free seat in between you and Shigaraki.
"If she wasn't our ticket home, I'd already turn her into dust." Shigaraki growled; hands twitched as he raised them to scratch at his neck.
"No." Dabi laughed harder. " Nah, you're just pissed off she cut you off while in the middle of your fear me now, hear me rawr or some shit," The flame villain raises his hands, using air quotes, his smirk widening. "Big bad villain threat speech, didn't she?"
"No." Shigaraki denied, his pale cheeks turned pink. He glances away and digs into his neck harder.
Overhaul grimaces underneath his mask. "Ugh, would you stop that nervous and disgusted, unsanitary fidgeting, Shigaraki." The sound of nails digging into flesh makes him inwardly cringe.
The Decay Villain stops, turning his glare at the yakuza. "As if your clawing and scratching habit you do whenever you break out in hives doesn't get annoying either." He hissed, digging his hands into his neck harder before he calms down.
You and Hawks comeback with arms full of MHA merch. You and the Winged Hero share a look, he shakes his head as if saying there's nothing he could do.
You set your boxset of volumes one through twenty onto the table, then showing your favorite figures of each of them with care. "Alright, let's begin before figuring out what to make for dinner."
Overhaul, Hawks and Shigaraki stare at the loot in fascination. Dabi looks bored, playing it off as if he doesn't care, but you noticed his gaze staring at the miniature figure of him and his blue fire igniting in his palm.
You return to the couch, rewrapping yourself into blanket, rubbing your forehead. "Okay, I'll ask again. What timeline is everyone from in MHA or My Hero Academia as your universe is called." You lower your hand and continue. "I'm asking since the start of the series behinds following Izuku Midoriya, the main character and his journey to becoming a Hero in training." You glance at each of their faces, only Shigaraki tenses, glaring at the green hair character. "Both Shigaraki and Overhaul face Midoriya or Deku and lose."
"What?" Shigaraki growls, seething in his seat. "All Might's disciple. That little pipsqueak beats me?"
"That's absurd." Overhaul scoffs, disbelief evident in his usually monotone drawl.
Dabi doesn't try to hide his amusement. "That snot nosed; crybaby little shit beats your asses?"
Hawks feels proud of the young rookie, inwardly impressed.
You lean forward, turning the box around to face you, slowly opening it. "So far there's only seven seasons of the anime out. The final and last season doesn't air until this fall." You explain, running your fingers along the spines and pulling them out with care. "This manga boxset is just the first twenty volumes. The second one hasn't come out yet." You got up again and went back to your room once more. "I'll be back." You came back after pulling out volumes with Shigaraki, Dabi and Overhaul on them from the single pile. "These are my favorites covers." You admitted with a hint of a blush on your cheeks, then the dvds/blu-ray's.
The more you explain, the more each one of them can't believe their ears. Couldn't wrap their minds around that they were considered fictional characters in this world.
"How do you know the ending without having the rest?" Hawks asks, staring at volume twenty-one, Endeavor and him on the cover.
"I read online after binge watching the anime." You admitted, your eyes flicker to all of them. "Now, please answer honestly. Which part of the timeline are you all from?"
Hawks admitted that he hadn't seen or met Midoriya.
Which meant they came here before the first paranormal liberation front arc and war arcs.
Overhaul stared at his figure, then to the two manga covers with him on it: volumes eleven and nineteen. The gangster stares at the green haired protagonist, the schoolboy and Hero in training he remembers nearly getting into his way after Eri had ran away. Lemillion and Deku. Both of those brats take him down, his operation with Sir NightEye and then Shigaraki takes away his arms and the last two years of his life's work again?! Leaving him helpless, quirkless and left as a background character like some worthless, useless bystander? A shell of his former self. Him? Considered some low-class B Villain?
Overhaul's gloved hands tighten on the volume, nearly overhauling the book in his hand, glaring at Deku, this Izuku Midoriya before fixing his hard, burning, intense gaze on the Leader of The League of Villains.
The man across from him meeting his gaze head-on, no hint of fear. No, his scarred and chapped lips tug high into a smug, sadistic grin on his face. "What's wrong, Overhaul?"
Oh god. It's one thing to see this type of interaction between the pair of Villains on screen, but it's completely a different matter and experience seeing it firsthand in person. You've got chills, the hair on the back of your neck rises and you visibly shudder and remain seated.
Dabi watches in amusement, kicking his feet back, picking up one of his figures, examining it from all angles. "Looks like the shogi board has cracked and the new King Game has begun." His cerulean blues meet your gaze. "Ain't it, doll?"
----- End of Chapter 7 ----
Chapter 1 - Ignorance is Bliss
Chapter 2- Unexpected Encounter
Chapter 3 - The Matchmaking Goddess meddles
Chapter 4 - New Game. Love Game, Start.
Chapter 5: Dance with Devils and a Red Winged Angel
Chapter 6: The Red String
Chapter 8: Fives a crowd?
Chapter 9: Dinner with a yakuza, a birdman, a pyromaniac and decay man; what could happen?
I know, I know it's highly illogical to spill the beans, okay, throw them into the ground and say a Hail Mary. But seriously, I thought long and hard about this. Not just my simping getting in the way. Like really thought about it. Our guys still have their quirks, soulmates or not they could easily kill you and I'd rather see them angry, losing their shit than try to lie my way out of it 😅
Thoughts?
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old-habitz-die-hard · 1 year ago
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We need to talk about the EMH fandom
tldr; long rant on how the emh fandom has a lot of not-so great people in it. Also overlaps with the tribetwelve fandom hence the tags
Recently, being in this fandom, I’ve been seeing a massive influx of discourse over nazis and nazi art. Artists have been putting hate symbols in their HABIT art and EMH art in general. specifically the drawing of one specific artist.
However, I’d like to remind many that this has been going on for a while with many different people in the fandom. So many people in the EMH fandom have admitted to being neo-nazis, and have obsessed over the part of Tribetwelve where HABIT admits he worked with them (which, by the way, was pretty much retconned.) Many say they’ve seen fans of it who have Nazi symbols on their profile, and I’ll admit I’ve seen it as well. Many who do this also do not take it seriously, acting like the Nazis and their symbolism are just some funny cute thing that they can identify with or spread around. In relation to that, users have gotten harassed off servers for even having HABIT or Evan pfps, one stating they were repeatedly called a nazi and people lying and saying their pfp was art by Fvcksnuff, a problematic artist in the fandom. The user was eventually banned after being ridiculed, just for their profile picture being a character. The funny thing is, it wasn’t even HABIT as their profile, it was art of Evan.
Another thing is the romanticism of necrophilia, from specific people headcanoning HABIT as a necrophile and people in the fandom saying they’ve been getting anons asking what they think of the headcanon. The fandom has had a very long history of paraphilia romanticism (necrophilia and zoophilia, mainly), such as the disrespect towards the boundaries of the literal creators and actors, one of them who has specifically stated they DO NOT want rape fanfics of them on ao3. Many people fandom ignore these boundaries, by the way.
Lastly, in relation to that, there’s the sexualization of the actors, which they’ve admitted makes them very uncomfortable, specifically Evan. Please stop sexualizing HABIT or Evan. They may be characters, but a real person plays said characters. Many have acknowledged this and ignored it completely, especially people on Pinterest or tiktok. One of my mutuals has been one to witness and experience this, getting increasingly sexual and creepy comments on his HABIT pins. He’s told people to stop, but people didn’t listen and continued to make him uncomfortable. He admitted that it got so bad he started turning off all comments on his posts since he didn’t want to see those comments anymore. this has also happened on tiktok, where if you go into the comments of any video about habit, they will be overly sexual and explicit, even if the topic of the video isnt inherently sexual.
It’s not just a vocal minority. This fandom has a LOT of awful people just hiding around in it.
The fandom recently has been a dumpster fire of discourse upon discourse, and it’s disheartening to see. Harassment, threats, and general discord. II’d like to say that instead of arguing and arguing, we drive the people who do this out of the fandom. If you want a better community in this fanbase, you need to do something to MAKE it better.
If you have anything other problem about this fandom you think I should research and add to the post, please share.
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wrensflight · 6 months ago
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@literallyjustforlurking I wrote this in an hour... this is only a first attempt at your idea!
Percy/ Epic Reincarnation AU
Percy knew he was what some people called a “Wife Guy” He loved Annabeth so much sometimes it hurt. He knew one of his strengths but also one of his weaknesses was his loyalty. The fist time he heard someone call him a Wife Guy it was meant as a joke, He knew it. Percy however, wasn’t joking about Annabeth, as she rose in her career he knew that he would always be proud of her, even if she went away to big conferences he knew he shouldn’t follow to. She was so cool. He would wait for her to return, give her a huge smile and a “Welcome home” when she would walk in the door. He chose everyday to love her.
He started to notice something was weird, well weirder than normal in their late 20’s. He’d hum a song he didn’t have words for he would be looking at something and then have such vivid day dreams. At first it was things like watching a horizon off a cliff, singing a song to a little boy, and, on more than one occasion crying into a pillow on a bed big enough for two.
He didn’t bring it up to Annabeth at first, he didn’t want to worry her, but at some point he walked past her home office in their home and saw the loom a well meaning person had gifted her. Even being the daughter of Athena Annabeth wasn’t overly fond of “traditional” Women’s “work “such as weaving, or so he had heard her rant about on more than one occasion. This one day though, Percy stopped and stared at the loom a little too long. Annabeth caught him staring and she laughed, “I’ve been thinking of getting rid of it, I really don’t want to keep it in my office,”
“Let’s move it to mine.” Percy heard himself say as he stared he felt like he was transported, as if he knew exactly how to weave a tapestry onto the giant structure.
The next day, the loom was moved before Annabeth kissed him goodbye, “I’m off to London for a work conference, don’t get into too much trouble seawe…” she stopped halfway through her normal nickname for her husband, “Don’t get into too much trouble without me Percy.” She said and she blinked a couple times as if fighting with herself.
“You neither Wise Girl” He said and then cupped her cheek. “I love you Annabeth, I’ll be here when you get home”. With a gentle kiss he let go and then picked up her brief case for her, “Have a great trip”.
She left him at their front door getting into a taxi that sped off half reminding him of the year they went to the sea of monsters. His smile faded as he thought of that summer more and more. Something felt wrong, he went on his on Odyssey that summer finding Grover and the Fleece. Yet, he also felt like he knew what waiting during that trip felt like. He walked toward his “Office” usually he kept the room pretty messy, he sharpened weapons or worked on some camera equipment. Today, the loom sat waiting for him.
He sat down in front of it and in a trance he started working, His thoughts turned to his mother, who would have waited for him to come home from every adventure. He thought of Annabeth, who he had gone through so much with. HIs thoughts turned back to the sea, his hands faltered as he thought of the water, he wasn’t usually too upset when thinking of it but today he felt frustrated by the very idea of his father, hmm something to talk about in therapy. He thought about the journey of that summer and then his thoughts turned to the journey of Odysseus, how much longer and more perilous it would have been for the man. He knew Penelope of Ithaca had waited for her husband, he briefly wondered if Odysseus would have been considered a wife guy. Then he remembered more of the story, but not the one usually told, but that of Penelope’s. Her fear, her sorrow, her love. Percy just knew that she had been so sad but tried to continue for their son. She sat, as he was now, weaving, just to undo it all.
Percy went through the next week in a sort of daze with an ache in his heart. He worked at his loom each day thinking about nothing, but also remembering more than he should. Then a day or two before Annabeth was set to return home from her week long conference he finally snapped out of it and looked at the loom, It was a… portrait? He thinks, of… Odysseus, Penelope, and their son, it must have been when they were recently reunited judging from the look of Odysseus. Shaggy, with eyes that were hurting, The ghosts of his crew and his actions had haunted him, Percy knew Penelope had been awoken at night to her husband’s screams, tears, and tight embraces for the rest of their lives.
Percy knew something was wrong then, he knew too much about her. Reincarnation wasn’t really a thing for the greeks… right?
Annabeth found him two days later, asleep on his desk. His head in his book, he was drooling in his sleep again. She took in a deep breath and shook his shoulder.
“Percy.” She said gently as he started to wake up.
“Is it you?” Percy asked, his voice raw from the sleep as he looked up, he saw Annabeth but he also saw a man, both looked tired. Weary, exhausted. Was he gone a week? Was she gone for 20 years? Why would he leave her again. Why.
Annabeth’s breath stopped at that question, ”Percy?” She asked as she knelt next to him, “Are you okay my love?”
“You look different, you look tired.” Came his response. He sounded so unsure, “How long has it been?”
“My love, I’ve only been gone a week. Pen.. Percy, Are…” Her voice trailed off and then she saw the tapestry on the loom and her hands flew to her face. “Percy… did you… weave this while I was away?”
He turned to look at it, “Yeah… Annabeth, something’s happening, I… I think I’m remembering something… I think I’m someone else? I’m scared I…” He didn’t really want to talk about this, he felt so open and raw.
Annabeth was crying now as she turned back to her husband, “My love, will you fall in love with me again?” She asked. Her voice breathy and lower than normal.
Percy knew as he flung himself into his arms that he was home. They were home with each other.
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mimi-fy · 5 months ago
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Why j*mmy did it
18+ (tw r*pe)
There is many reasons why jimmy r*ped Anya and ill be going over some missed or overlooked information in the story so here are the most plausible causes that led up to jimmy snapping and doing such a horrible thing (an im not justifying what he does im just trying to look into jimmys mind and see what caused this as the game didn’t give us a clear reason)
He was jealous of her, this is the most common and logical cause of why jimmy did such a thing. The crew sees jimmy as a black sheep, he just stands out, you have curly the captain, anya the nurse, daisuke the young joyful intern, and you have the mature swansea the parental figure. And jimmy is the odd one, just a replacement and half of what curly is. Jimmy doesn’t have any deep conversations with anyone that stand out, and doesn’t like to interact with others hes seen as antisocial. The interaction that stuck with me was when daisuke is blackout drunk, jimmy is worried. He sees this young boy who was so loud sweet and childish, made into a drunkard. This means jimmy could’ve seen himself, so when daisuke rants his ear off about his life, jimmy doesn’t say anything and takes away the alcohol from him. This means daisuke and jimmy could have something in common. That they were slackers when they were younger, didn’t know what to do in life, and weren’t good at anything, they screw ups. Jimmy felt bad for him and related to him, explaining why daisuke got much more guilt out of jimmy, more than others. Daisuke drank alcohol, because he saw his parental figure at the time swansea do it. In jimmy analysis it’s most likely that jimmy was in an abusive and non-loving home he most probably saw his parents having addiction problems and took alcohol too. So how does this relate to Anya? Anya is a young optimistic woman, she’s overly kind and she knows what she wants too be, her parents dont support her but she is still an honest woman. She isn’t a coward like jimmy and she wants to be a nurse, even if she failed eight times to get into medical school, she still tries, be cause she knows what she wants and isn’t confused. Unlike jimmy who is a coward and gives up easily. She’s close with everyone, while jimmy isn’t, hes only close to curly who is like a puppet to him. Jimmy always saw Anya as his mistake, where Anya fixed it where he fucked up. She always fixed it (ex curly). He saw in Anya what he could’ve been, but he fucked it all up too the point where he couldn’t fix it. He continued to see Anya as a mistake even after he r*ped her, he saw Anya as her tarnishing his role, then saw the baby in her and then overlooked her, he always saw his mistakes in Anya. And he hated it, so he wanted to take her purity away and make her cruel, just like him. So he wasnt the coward, so he couldn’t be jealous of nothing. So that she cant stand against him as she’s inferior, and hes on the podium.
He wanted to sabotage curlys position, this is also another jealous thought, but it’s more targeted to curly and not as logical. He is jealous of curly and how that he gets put on this podium instead of jimmy, as jimmy has worked equally as hard as curly has. But hes still mid-way through the ladder while curly is at the top, everyone loves curly too, and hes the weird one. Jimmy is the one weighing him down, curly stays with jimmy only because hes forced too. But now that the person he is freeloading off is going to better places and he no longer has an escape. Jimmy has to take responsibility. Something he never does or has done before. It’s curly who is always taking responsibility, even jimmys responsibilities. Jimmy doesnt see curly, he finds it hard to differentiate between curly and the ship (explaining the valve scene) so if jimmy causes something on the ship, the ship will go down with its captain. If jimmy causes something horrible on that ship, itll cause curlys reputation to become ruined along with the ship. If jimmy r*pes Anya, curly will be assumed to have to have something with it. Tarnishing his reputation and making curly unable to clean the dirt off his boots, that hell always be stuck with them, haunting curly for life. So even if jimmy was held accountable to his crimes of r*pe, it would’ve been under curlys eyes, under curlys watch. So that curly could never be a captain again, exactly what jimmy wanted. If Jimmy couldn’t be captain, curly cant either. So curly and jimmy not wanting to take responsibility, curly leaves jimmy incharge to take care of it, not knowing what jimmy had in store. Jimmy crashed the ship blamed it on curly, became captain. Exactly what jimmy wanted. Where curly couldn’t stop him, and curly was unable to be captain, and where jimmy was control of everyone and everything, and that he wasnt the odd one, curly is, he crashed the ship not jimmy.
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