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biocrafthero · 3 months ago

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"I'd rather have you than three meals a day.": a thematic analysis

In February of 2024, a comic sprung up created by tumblr user Diesel (username rontra) based off of the Persona series. This comic, known under the title of "I'd rather have you than three meals a day." (which I will refer to as "failteacher yuri" for short), follows the story of two characters from the series: Isako Toriumi from Persona 3 and Sadayo Kawakami from Persona 5. These two characters find themselves entangled in each others' lives by complete happenstance, the comedic framing slowly revealing its fangs of intrigue and drama as more and more of both of their pasts come to light. Today, we will be discussing how the author explores themes of self-acceptance and facing one's past.

A small foreword...

As of the time I'm writing this, there are currently only 19 updates out so far of failteacher yuri, with a 20th on the way. I tried not to rush this analysis, but I also got really excited to write it! And also it's 4am!! So if I missed anything I am so so sorry...!!!

Next, I will be partially referring to characters in accordance with this chart, since this is important to the themes of the self in my opinion. Sometimes I don't specify. Bear with me a little please...

The True Self

There is the obvious point to start with, which is Toriumi accepting the fact that she is a lesbian. This is our beginning conflict in the story—quite literally in the very first page of the series—and it is the spark from which this story begins. As the story progresses, she grows more and more comfortable with her sexuality, trying more and more things with Becky.

The opening to #10 puts it quite well:

Toriumi is simply known by that when at work, a formal and polite guise. With her friends online, she's known under her username Y'ko. When fully alone, she is simply Isako. We meet her in the reverse order of this, knowing her first in a causal setting and graduating into higher grades of formality.

On Kawakami's side of things, we see that the idea of the persona is much more literal in the character of Becky. In a way, we meet her in the opposite way we need Isako, the difference between wearing the mask and having nothing to hide behind.

When she isn't under the guise of Becky and known formally at work as Kawakami, we simply are left with Sadayo. We meet her in this order, knowing her first with the mask on, watching it slowly slip as we begin to know more about her personal life.

These lines are neatly drawn for us and the characters at the start, the divide between these social masks cleanly cut. However, as time goes on and the relationship between the two deepen to new depths, the idea of the mask begins to mix with the true self, most notably in Kawakami's arc. As put nicely in #18...

Comparisons to the Satoshi Kon film Perfect Blue have already been made by others, and even though failteacher yuri is noticeably different from the psychological horror story that the film covers, there are those elements of self-identity and the "real you" that make the comparison extremely interesting.

In the comic, it begins to grow increasingly more unclear for our characters which persona they're exactly speaking to in the moment—which words are intended for which mask, both to leave the lips of and fall upon the ears of. Which "you" is the "real you" if they all begin to feel the same—if the lines begin to blur?

The Burden of our Histories

Kawakami is the clear example of the two to start this section out with. The main thing Kawakami is hiding from Toriumi has to do with why she needs all of the money she scrambles for in the first place, which is revealed to us in #17.

Kawakami has a secret to keep, and it's that she has been sending money to a former student's family, the student's name being Taiki. While in the comic it is unclear what may have happened to him, the usage of the word "forgive" implies that he had died, and that incident is either related to or has been blamed on Kawakami somehow.

The family demands money from her, more than her normal teacher's salary could possibly provide, so she turned to working at Victoria in order to make payments on time. With the tolls going up, though, who knows how long she can keep destroying herself...

But, of course, this isn't her only secret that she's kept. In #11, it's revealed that she took the Kanken at Level 1, the highest possible, and consequently the most difficult of all. At first, it's presented like it's an incredible feat, but this perception is shifted by Kawakami's own, believing it to have been something useless for the direction her life ended up going in.

The narration and informative boxes even begin to bend to the character's thoughts, becoming more and more unclear if the information the black boxes give in this update are objective or subjective, blurring the lines.

As much as Toriumi tries to hype up Kawakami and her accomplishments, the latter will simply never be able to see beyond her own self-perception.

Something that I also want to point out is how failteacher yuri utilizes onomatopoeia, creating a sense of pressure on our characters. It's almost comparable to the manga The Summer Hikaru Died, in which onomatopoeia is used to either create or alleviate tension in a scene, the sounds of the environments becoming almost deafening. The specific update from failteacher yuri I want to point towards is #18, which uses the sound of the rain in the background to create a barrier between Kawakami and Toriumi, with a side-by-side with a more recent update of The Summer Hikaru Died:

Kawakami isn't the only one keeping secrets, though. Toriumi, while much more subtle about it, is keeping a key part of her past hidden up her sleeve, and this has to do with the moon. Blink and you miss it, only overtly pointed out in update #13 and then much more quietly in #19, she continuously shows aversion to the moon, specifically the full one.

It's not like Kawakami hasn't caught on, either! During a small scene with Becky talking towards the audience at the start of #15 (the nefarious Becky is known to break the 4th wall), if you look closely, you can see that one of her notes reads "Scared of moon." I haven't played Persona 3 yet, so I can't give any fun lore insights, but what I do know is that the moon in that game is important and that Toriumi likely witnessed something she shouldn't have.

Additionally, there is also all of the stuff involving "A," which heavily has to do with Toriumi's arc of self-acceptance. Likely, something may have happened to "A" outside of Toriumi's control, and thus giving her a lot of complicated feelings about the subject. I personally don't expect a clear answer for what happened to "A," but it's still important to bring up.

Both parties are taking notice of where the other lets a part of their history slip, but neither have enough on them to be able to bring it up reasonably and not sound like they're taking crazy. Although, an inevitable tipping point is bound to be reached, especially with both of their troubles growing and growing. Something is bound to give.

How it comes together, in simple words...

Both Toriumi and Kawakami are dealing with very similar struggles, but they fight themselves tooth and nail on two different fronts, creating miscommunications and conflict between the two of them (and in some cases, outright lying). They are trying to navigate their increasingly dire presents all while their pasts haunt them, figuring things out and what they truly want from both themselves and each orher. What they want may not exactly be what they need, either, leading to further internal and external conflicts.

#13 succinctly states the ideas presented in the whole story so far, along with an amazing visual to boot:

(I can't fit it here, but I highly encourage checking out the tarot meanings from #13 as well, which are linked at the end up the update, which you can view here.)

To put it simply, to lie to yourself and to others means to sacrifice, from relationships to self-perception. The only way to break free is to let go, to be your true self and to accept and face your past. The only way out is through.

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allthelovehes · 7 months ago

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Enemies at Nine, Lovers by Five* | Part 2

Summary: Harry and Y/N suddenly need to fly out to Portugal for work and their boss only booked one (twin) room because the hotel was overbooked..

Pairing: Coworker!Harry x reader

Word count: 6.2K

Warnings: Unprotected sex, smut, slight dom if you squint, mentioned being a good girl maybe once, Y/N is a bitch but she likes it rough.

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A/N: I'm still very new to this enemies to loves trope so if its not as good, please don't come for me. Also, let me just tell you once again.. Wrap it before you tap it :')

The next day when Y/N arrives at work, Harry is already seated behind his desk. She doesn't even look at him as she sets her belongings down and settles into her own chair. The silence between them is deafening, and the tension is palpable. It's obvious that they're both thinking about what happened last night, but neither of them is willing to bring it up. It's as if they have silently agreed to pretend that it never happened.

It's a tense morning, but they somehow manage to finish the presentation they had to prepare for the board meeting later that day. After lunch, Y/N is seated in the conference room, anxiously waiting for the meeting to start. Harry is sitting next to her, his posture dominant and confident. He is sitting in the exact chair he pushed aside just hours ago to make room for him to kneel down and eat her out. Y/N swallows hard and forces herself to focus on the matter at hand.

The rest of the board members enter the room, and the meeting begins. Y/N starts the presentation, her voice shaking slightly as she talks about their company's progress. Harry watches her, his eyes glued to her lips. He can't help but imagine her beautiful mouth wrapped around his cock. He shifts uncomfortably in his seat, willing himself to stay focused.

Harry gets up and walks over to the large screen, touching the small of Y/N's back in the process. It's the briefest of touches, but it sends a jolt of electricity through her body. She can feel her cheeks flushing, and she prays that no one will notice. Harry takes over the presentation, his voice steady and authoritative. She can't help but admire his confidence and command. She wonders if he feels the same way about her.

After the presentation is over, the board members file out of the room, their voices low and murmuring. Harry and Y/N are left alone once again. They gather their things and make their way to the door. Just before they exit the room, Harry turns to Y/N. He doesn't say anything, but the look in his eyes tells her everything she needs to know. He wants her. And he's not going to stop until he has her.

Y/N swallows hard, her heart racing. She knows she should walk away, but she can't. She wants him too, and he is literally blocking her only way out. Her breath quickens, and she feels her resolve crumbling.

“You did so good.” Is all he says, before he exits the room, leaving her alone with her thoughts.

Y/N has to admit to herself, his praise turns her on. She knows she should not allow this to happen, but she can't help herself. He's all she can think about. She makes her way back to her desk and finds Harry already returned to his own desk in front of hers.

“Do you want a cup of coffee?” She asks, trying to act normal. Although this isn't normal for her at all. Y/N isn't the type of colleague to retrieve coffee for her coworkers. She prefers to be the one receiving it, not the one bringing it.

“Sure.” Harry says, his tone is neutral, not betraying any of his emotions. Y/N nods and leaves. The moment between them doesn't go unnoticed by their colleagues, and she can hear them whispering amongst themselves.

Y/N returns with two cups of coffee and hands one to Harry. Their fingers brush, and she feels a shiver run through her body. She hopes he doesn't notice.

“Thank you.” He says, his voice barely above a whisper. “Y/N.”

The way he says her name sends shivers down her spine. She can't help but remember the way he moaned it last night, his voice thick with desire. She bites her lip and turns away, willing herself to calm down.

“You're welcome.” She replies, trying to keep her voice steady. She busies herself with her work, but she can't focus. All she can think about is Harry and what happened between them. The memory of his touch and the way he felt inside her are burned into her mind, and she knows she will never be able to forget it. ***

“Fucking hell.” Y/N curses as she opens an incoming e-mail from their boss.

“What is it?” Harry asks.

“Check your mail.”

Harry does and curses too. The client for which they are currently working was supposed to fly in for their final presentation. Now they have to fly out to the client instead.

“That means we're going on a trip.” Harry says.

“I hate travelling.” Y/N groans.

“Come on, it could be fun.” Harry replies.

“Fun? I can't stand travelling and flying. It's the worst.” Y/N replies.

“Then let me distract you.” Harry whispers.

“What do you mean?”

“Oh, you know exactly what I mean Y/N.” Harry says.

Y/N feels her heartbeat speed up, her body instantly reacting to his words. She knows exactly what he means, and the thought of it excites her. But she can't. Not again.

“Don't.” She says, her voice barely audible.

Harry doesn't say anything, just stares at her. His eyes are full of promise, and she can't resist. She knows she shouldn't, but she wants him. And he wants her too.

The e-mail also said how they can drop by their boss' office if they have any questions, he's supposedly available until 5 PM. Y/N and Harry make their way there. Even though they don't have any questions they knock anyway.

“Come in.” Their boss' voice sounds muffled through the closed door. Harry opens the door and Y/N quickly slips through, he swiftly closes the door behind him after he takes a good look at her round ass.

“Hey guys, thanks for stopping by. Let me just finish this e-mail real quick and then we can talk.”

He's sitting at his desk typing away furiously on the keyboard. It gives Y/N and Harry time to sit down on the couch on the other side of the room. Y/N is aware of how close they are, their bodies are nearly touching. She can feel the heat radiating off of him and it's driving her insane.

After a few moments, their boss ends his typing and comes over to sit across from them, facing the couch. He claps his hands together and begins to explain more details about the trip.

“So, we're going to have to fly the two of you out to Faro, Portugal. Your meeting is at the Ocean Mar hotel, which is also where you'll be staying. Unfortunately, they didn't have a lot of room options available so we had to book you a twin room instead of individual rooms. I know it's not ideal but hopefully, you guys will still have a great trip. You can put all food and drinks on the room's tab and they will just add it to the bill at the end of your stay. Do you have any questions so far?”

“Twin room?” Y/N says, almost like a question. She glances over at Harry and tries not to blush at the image of sharing a room with him.

“Yes, that's right. Two queen beds. Now, with the potential hotel mix-up, there is a chance that there may be some other rooms available last minute, so they are keeping an eye out and will try their best to switch you if necessary. But they also had to be upfront about their current room inventory for booking purposes, so I didn't want you to get your hopes up too much.”

“No, that's okay. I understand. Thank you.” Y/N says quietly. The thought of sharing a room with Harry, even a room with two beds, is a lot to process. They might have fucked once, but they aren't really the best of friends.

“You're welcome. You'll be flying out on Friday, so make sure to pack accordingly. You'll have some time to do some sightseeing if you'd like, the hotel is in a pretty nice area, and it's very touristy. And the big meeting is on Monday. Therefore we booked a return flight on Tuesday morning.” Their boss continues.

“Sounds good, thanks so much.” Harry replies, always the professional.

“Of course. I know this all happened last minute but I think you'll have a great time! I'll look forward to hearing all about it when you guys get back.”

“Thanks again!” Y/N says, and she and Harry get up to leave. They walk out of the office and back to their desks to pack up their stuff.

“Looks like we're going on a little vacation Y/N.” Harry says, grinning at her.

“Looks like it.” She replies, returning his smile. She can't deny that she is secretly looking forward to it. ***

Before they know it, it's Friday afternoon and they're heading towards the airport. Their boss arranged a taxi to pick them up and drive them there. Y/N is a wreck because she hates flying. She takes a deep breath as the plane gets ready to take off, gripping her seat and trying to relax.

Harry offers her his hand, which she gratefully accepts. They share a look as the plane takes off, and Y/N feels like maybe this flight won't be so bad after all. As the plane climbs higher into the sky, the tension between them builds. They are holding hands, staring at each other, both of them clearly thinking the same thing.

As the plane is in the air, the captain's voice comes on over the loudspeaker to welcome them.

“If I could have your attention, please. Welcome aboard EasyJet flight 239 to Faro, Portugal. My name is David, and I'll be your captain for today. The weather looks perfect for the trip ahead, and we're anticipating a smooth ride. Please enjoy your flight and thank you for flying EasyJet.” The voice cuts out as the plane stabilizes.

“See? That wasn't so bad.” Harry says. Y/N smiles, but she's not entirely convinced yet.

Harry orders himself a bottle of wine and offers to share it with Y/N. She reluctantly accepts, seeing as they are in fact, on vacation, and she could use a little bit of help to relax. The flight is about three hours long and goes fairly quickly. The wine helps, and they end up making a decent dent in the bottle.

Y/N is feeling relaxed and a bit tipsy by the time the flight ends. The cab pulls up and it's a short drive to their hotel. They check in and go up to their room to drop their bags. As Y/N opens the door and looks around, she finds that her stomach does a little flip. Sure enough, the room contains two beds, but they are quite close together. She swallows and tries to tamp down the feelings of excitement and anticipation growing in the pit of her stomach.

Harry doesn't say anything, but she can feel him watching her. They put their things down, quickly freshen up and head down to the restaurant for some dinner. After dinner, they decide to walk around the city and see some of the sights. It is relatively late at night but the sun is still setting and the sky is beautiful, and the temperature is warm and not too hot.

Y/N can't help but notice how close she and Harry are walking to each other as they make their way along the narrow streets, the sidewalks only big enough for two people to walk shoulder to shoulder. She tries to ignore the feeling and tells herself it's just because they need to stay close to make room for the other passersby. But the feeling lingers, a flutter of excitement.

It almost feels like they are two completely different people now that they are in a foreign country, with a warm summery breeze blowing through the air, the sound of music and laughter in the distance. Everything seems romantic and fresh, the air itself feels charged with possibilities and tension. It's as if they both subconsciously feel this and it makes it easier for them to navigate their strange new dynamic.

After their little stroll around town, they return to their hotel and head up to their room. They both take turns to use the bathroom and get ready for bed, not sharing a word with each other as the reality of sleeping just inches away from each other starts to set in. Before going to sleep they both sit down on their own bed, on their own respective sides.

Harry and Y/N finally lie down on their own beds in silence, both tired from the day's excitement. As Y/N pulls the blankets up and tries to get comfortable, she can't help but toss and turn, unable to find the perfect position. She sighs loudly and shifts again, her mind racing.

“You okay?” Harry asks, his voice low and deep.

“Yes. No.” She replies.

“What's wrong?”

“I'm fine, I just can't seem to fall asleep.”

“Me neither.” Harry replies. Y/N laughs softly. She can't believe that she and Harry are having this conversation, and can't believe that she's even admitting that she can't fall asleep. She turns around and finds Harry already staring at her, his eyes dark and full of intensity. Her breath hitches as the weight of the moment settles upon them.

“I think it's the plane.” She whispers, half-hoping that he'll leave the subject alone.

“You think?” Harry chuckles, he already knows she's full of shit. It's like he can feel the tension running from her body. “Y/N.”

A jolt goes through her body at the way her name sounds coming out of his mouth, the roughness and almost demanding tone. “W-what?”

“Come here.”

“Harry...”

“Come here.” Harry repeats, raising his voice slightly, letting his tone show how serious he is. And damn her but the dominant edge does something to her. She bites her lip and gets up to join him on his bed. He already has his duvet pushed to the side. When she finally slips underneath, he immediately gathers her up in his arms and buries his face in her neck. She doesn't fight it, instead, she wraps her arms around him and enjoys his warmth.

Luckily both of them had the decency to wear pajamas. Y/N is in a silk shortama set and Harry is wearing a plain white shirt and some sweat shorts. Being this close to him feels dangerous. He smells so good, and the weight of his muscular body pressed against hers is intoxicating.

“Thank you.” Y/N whispers after a few minutes of silence.

“For what?” Harry asks, his voice thick and laced with sleep. She shrugs.

“Just... for understanding. For not being mean to me.” She says.

“Mhm, see, you got that wrong there. I've never been the mean one.” He mumbles against her neck.

“Excuse me?” She replies, sounding as offended as a sleepy person can be.

“You're not a walk in the park, love.” He chuckles as he snuggles her closer to his chest.

“And you are?” She manages to get out, stifling a yawn.

“I guess not. But who cares? We're in Portugal, might as well have fun.”

“Fun.” She repeats softly.

“Yeah. For example, what's it called when you fuck your coworker and then you're sent off on a work trip and end up in the same hotel room?” He says, his lips now grazing the shell of her ear.

“A disaster?” She whispers.

“Or fun.” He hums before a big yawn escapes his mouth, shortly followed by her own.

Both of them stay quiet, with Harry holding her tightly and Y/N enjoying his embrace. Harry doesn't show it, but his heart is hammering in his chest. He knew that inviting her into his bed would make them repeat the past. Even as the distance between them closes, he tries to keep his cool. He fails. Miserably. He plants his soft lips on top of hers and kisses her.

Softly. Innocently.

“Goodnight, Y/N.” He says as he disconnects their lips. ***

The next morning Y/N and Harry wake up tangled in each other's limbs. And as if she doesn't remember what happened last night, Y/N freaks out. She throws a handful of curses around and rushes into the bathroom to freshen up.

“What the fuck are you doing in my bed?” She shouts at Harry through the door.

“Well, for starters it's my bed. You joined me in my bed.” He replies. She can basically hear him smirk. Fucker.

“Whatever.” She says. She opens the bathroom door and comes out with her toothbrush hanging from her mouth. “I'm mad at you.”

“Come back to bed, you're overreacting.”

“You jerk.”

“For the last time, it was your ass that came into my bed. Now, for the love of God, stop being such a bitch or do you need me to boss you around again?” His voice rings like a gentle threat. She smacks her lips together and avoids eye contact.

“No.”

“Jesus Christ, woman. I've been nothing but nice to you and you're...” He scoffs and it feels like she's back home. She can't help but grin. A small grin, but it's there. He notices and scowls at her. “Now you're laughing?”

“Harry, just...”

“Don't make me drag you back to bed so I can fuck a little sense into you because I promise you I will if that's what it takes.”

Y/N walks back into the bathroom to wash her toothbrush. “Get the fuck over yourself Styles.”

“Have it your way.” Harry growls from the bed. The tension in the air changes. He's fully aware of the fact that he basically threatened her but she loves it. Fuck, she even hopes he'll do what he said. Before she knows it, Harry's behind her, holding her in his strong grip, her back to his front.

“Ready to apologize?” He whispers, his lips brushing the shell of her ear. She closes her eyes and leans back against him, relaxing in his arms. She can feel the press of his hard cock against her lower back, and the knowledge that she turned him on sends a thrill through her body.

“I'd never.” She whispers, teasing him. She knows that Harry loves a good challenge. His hand comes around her throat, long fingers wrapping gently around her neck. She breathes a sigh and stretches her neck, looking at him from the corner of her eyes. Her body is completely surrendered to him, and a light shiver runs through her.

“I wasn't joking, Y/N.” He squeezes her neck slightly. “Do you need a reminder?”

“Of what?”

“Of how much of a good girl you can be. Or how submissive you actually are. How your pussy practically drips when someone touches you exactly the way you need.” His low voice rumbles through her.

“Fuck, Harry.” She gasps, arousal pooling between her thighs as his words send a jolt of desire through her. She can't help but arch her back, exposing her neck and pressing her ass against him even more.

His lips latch onto the exposed skin of her neck, sucking a mark into her flesh. He tightens his grip on her neck slightly, her breath coming in short gasps. Harry growls, mumbling darkly against her skin. She tries her best to stay standing, especially as her knees threaten to buckle under the touch of his hand. “Such a good girl. Undress yourself and go lie on the bed, now.”

She nods, his hand dropping from her throat as she moves toward the bed. Harry's eyes never leave her, watching as she strips down to her underwear. She settles on the bed, unsure of where to position herself. Without another word, Harry walks towards her, a dangerous glint in his eyes. She swallows hard as he grabs the neck of his shirt to pull it over his head.

“Let me make myself clear.” Harry's voice rasps. “You're going to be nice to me from now on. Especially here in Portugal. Do I make myself clear? I don't feel like wasting my time here when it could be so, so sweet.”

Y/N stares up at him, transfixed. Her lips part, her eyes wide as he slowly starts pulling down his sweat shorts. The realization of what is about to happen sinking in. Harry was on the rougher side with her the first time they fucked, but she didn't know he could be this dominant, this aggressive, and god did it turn her on.

Without another word, Harry stalks over to her and grabs her wrists, pinning them above her head. He presses his hips down against hers, his naked body flush against her almost-naked one. His lips claim hers in a rough kiss, and Y/N can't help but moan into his mouth. “You like that, don't you?”

Y/N nods, whispering a soft yes.

Harry trails his lips down her jaw, peppering open-mouthed kisses along her neck. He finds his spot below her ear and starts to suck a dark mark there. He doesn't care about the visibility of the marks as their meeting with the client isn't until Monday. Y/N's breath comes in sharp pants as she tries to stay still, her mind going fuzzy with desire. Harry lets her wrists go but the fear of punishment makes her not move them away from their position.

“Mmm.” He hums, obviously pleased with her obedience. Harry grazes his lips over the top of her chest, reaching around to unhook her bra and slide it off. Her body arches up into his, craving his touch. He continues his trail of kisses, leaving a wet path as his mouth finds one of her sensitive nipples.

He swirls his tongue around the hardening peak, kissing and biting gently. He shifts his hips slightly, sliding one of his legs between hers. He glances up at her, her eyes already closed in pleasure as he moves his hands to pinch at her other nipple.

Harry's hand trails down, fingers fiddling with the hem of her panties. Slowly he removes them, revealing her already wet cunt. Harry smiles and sits up to admire her exposed body. “Turn around.”

She immediately rolls over onto her stomach, burying her face in the pillow. Without warning, Harry spanks her, causing her to yelp and lift her head from the pillow. “Fuck.” She moans, the burn of his hand on her skin spreading a wave of pleasure straight through her.

He growls, unable to tear his eyes from her perfect ass. Y/N moves her hands to grip her fingers in the soft blankets beneath her, as Harry suddenly pushes his middle finger into her dripping centre. Her hips jerk against the bed involuntarily, seeking more contact.

“You're soaking, baby.”

“Fuck, Harry, please.” She whispers, beyond turned on. He starts a torturously slow rhythm, sliding his finger in and out of her warm cunt. She buries her face back into the pillow again and braces herself for a second spank that never comes.

“It's pathetic how wet you get from basically nothing. Just let me play with your nipples and you're gone.” He grabs her ass, his thick fingers digging into the soft flesh. “But you like that, don't you?” He finishes by giving a firm smack to her asscheek, causing a whimper to escape her lips.

“I want to hear you. Lift your face, love.” Harry whispers. She lifts her head, propping her chin on the edge of the pillow. Harry raises his body up on his knees, one hand still dipping his fingers in and out of her pussy while the other hand comes around to cover her mouth.

As Y/N tries to silence her whimpers, Harry easily slips another finger inside her slick entrance. She moans louder now, the vibrations reverberating through Harry's palm and urging him to go deeper, faster. He dips his head down to lightly bite her shoulder, earning him another deep moan as his rock-hard cock presses into her buttcheek.

“Let the neighbours know how much you enjoy getting fingered. Make sure they hear just how much you love my touch.”

“Fuck, Harry. You feel so fucking good. Oh!” She cries out as Harry increases his pace, moving his free hand down to her hip, gripping her roughly. He quickly removes his fingers from her sloppy pussy and Y/N whines at the loss.

“Did I ask you to complain?” He asks as he grabs her hips with both hands and juts her upward. Her ass now up in the air with her chest still pressed into the sheets. It feels submissive, her ass being up as if she is presenting her pussy to him. Not like he needs her to, he knows exactly where her pussy is.

“N-no.” She manages to answer.

“Good.” Harry grabs his cock, already leaking pre-cum and lines himself up. Without any warning, he thrusts into her, moving his hands from her hips to her waist, thrusting in and out at an ever-increasing speed. The lewd sound of skin slapping skin echoes in their hotel room and her eyes squeeze shut, as Harry does not hold back, pounding her into the mattress.

Y/N lets out a loud groan, burying her face in the pillows again to muffle her cries. But Harry's having none of it. He collects her hair and wraps it around his left hand, firmly yanking her head upwards, forcing her to keep her head up. A gasp escapes her lips, and her hands scratch at the blankets.

“Mmm, fuck!” She whines, her eyes tearing up from the feeling. Pleasure flows through her. She doesn't think he's ever fucked her this hard, and damn is she enjoying it. He's hitting deep spots inside her cunt she didn't even know existed, and the bruises he is sure to leave later are absolutely welcome.

Harry's thrusts continue, showing absolutely no signs of slowing. His cock pounds in and out of her, eliciting a high-pitched whine from her with each thrust. He pulls on her hair harder, angling her head so he can see her face as she's struggling to keep quiet. She keeps her eyes tightly shut, trying desperately to mask her groans of pleasure.

“Tell me how much you like taking my cock.” Harry says, his voice strained. “Tell me how badly you needed this. Tell me how much you love being my little slut.”

Y/N's body heats up at his words, her toes curling, and she silently curses him for making her talk. “I-I needed- ah- this so badly.”

“Shit, baby, yes. Say it again.”

“God, Harry, I need you- s-so fucking bad. Fuck.” She writhes beneath him, trying to escape the delicious torture. His pace is unforgiving, and his force hits her in just the right spots. His thrusts jerk her whole body, the loud smacking of their sweaty bodies colliding the only sound filling the room.

“Oh God!” She moans loudly, as Harry wraps one arm around her torso and pulls her up, his hand resting dangerously low on her throat.

“You need this, huh? This little cunt needs to be filled up?”

“Ah! Fuck, Harry.” She murmurs before a broken moan falls out of her. Her right hand holds onto his wrist tightly and her head falls back against his shoulder, her jaw slack in pleasure. She can feel her orgasm building within her, as this new position allows his dick to hit her G-spot repeatedly, shooting pure euphoria through her.

“Mhm, do you feel it? Right here?” He asks, one of his hands slipping down her body and pushing down on her lower stomach. She gasps, tears pooling in her eyes at the sensations he creates. Harry's hand slips further down her body, eventually reaching her most sensitive bundle of nerves and pushing gently against it.

“Ah!” A choked cry leaves her mouth and she freezes in his arms. She tries to catch her breath but all she feels is pleasure. Before she can stop herself, her head starts rolling against his shoulders, her mouth dropping open in a silent scream.

“That's it, baby. Come for me, wet my cock.” He groans in her ear as her hips start jerking, and her loud moans fill the room. “C'mon, scream for me.”

Y/N thrashes her head, eyes squeezing shut. A harsh cry leaves her as his rhythm continues, but her movements lose the rhythm, becoming uncoordinated. White light fills her vision, and an earth-shattering climax hits her, rolling over her and stealing her breath. Her orgasm floods her veins, every nerve ending lit up in ecstasy.

“Ooh fuck. Har... Shit!” Her hoarse voice bounces off the walls, the strength quickly leaving her body. Harry's arm stays tight around her, preventing her body from falling down onto the bed.

Harry removes his fingers from her clit, and Y/N relaxes into his embrace, humming happily as she catches her breath. Harry takes the opportunity to let her fall back down onto the mattress, his hands holding her hips steady as he slowly keeps thrusting into her.

Y/N cranes her neck around, her face flushed and expression smug. Harry tightens his grip, as he forcefully pushes his dick into her once more, her head falling forward at the feeling. Before he pulls out, slapping her ass once more before he roughly pushes her onto her back.

She is positioned with her shoulders on the edge of the comfortable bed, causing her head to hang slightly. She groans, her arms reach back to grab a hold of the blankets beneath her. Just as her grip tightens, Harry grabs her knees, pulling them apart and position her feet on either side of him, spreading her thighs apart.

He lines himself up with her wet entrance and pushes back into her, the new angle causing his dick to brush her sweet spot over and over again. She throws her head back, as her breasts bounce on her chest and she lets out a loud groan. Harry raises her leg up, her calf on his shoulder, foot resting on his collar bone.

“Holy shit.” He breathes, eyes firmly locked on her chest, and how erotic she looks. Her eyes meet his in surprise. She cries out in pleasure as Harry thrusts into her deeply. “You're so fucking perfect.”

She closes her eyes again, unable to handle the intensity in Harry's face as he whispers words of praise, calling her perfect, telling her how good her pussy feels around his dick. Harry grunts and the sound mixed with her pants, curses, and moans fills the room.

“Jesus fucking Christ!” She moans as his thrusts quicken, his brows furrowed and eyes closed tightly in concentration, and then moans spill from his lips.

“I-Oh my god-fuck baby, you feel so fucking good...”

“H-Harry.” She whines, voice uneven. She closes her eyes, feeling her inner walls flutter around Harry's thick cock. Harry readjusts his grip on her hips, pulling her closer. He moves one of his legs, widening his stance to give himself better leverage. To allow his thrusts to grow faster and stronger, Y/N's quiet noises change. They turn into loud moans and choked whimpers.

“T-too- Oh, too much.”

“You can handle this.” He croons, his voice strained and heavy. She nods, and Harry quickens his pace even more, angling his dick so he constantly rubs against that one spot. “God, your tits look so fucking good with how much they move. Drives me crazy.”

Her nipples are hard, grazing her skin and sending white-hot pleasure coursing through her. Harry reaches down and cups one of her breasts, her hand coming up to join him. She moans and writhes beneath him, throwing her head back when his thumb moves over her nipple, teasing it.

She whimpers, pussy clenching around his cock, suddenly overwhelmed by Harry's assault of pleasure. As soon as Y/N realizes what's happening, she brings her hand to her clit. She slips her hand between her thighs and starts circling her clit in a continuous pattern. She moans weakly, feeling herself clench down on Harry, letting him know how much his actions were working.

“Did you ask if you could do that?” Harry grits out, his hips pounding into her relentlessly. Y/N shakes her head but refuses to stop. Her fingers never break their movement.

“You're about to come again, aren't you? Holy shit- oh my fucking... Fuck, you little slut.” He whispers harshly, but he couldn't care less about her getting herself off at this point. She would if he'd stopped her, but it was undeniable that it turned him on, even more, knowing how eager she was to be stimulated while he took what was his.

“P-please, H.”

“Mhm.” His hips stutter slightly, as his focus wavers for a split second. “Do it.”

She whimpers, as she continues rubbing. Her hand moves in time with his movements as Harry gives himself completely over to lust. He slams his hips into hers, burying himself to the hilt on every thrust. He swears loudly, breath heavy and panting. He can hear her fingers on her clit rubbing incessantly, making it harder for him to hold back.

“Jesus Christ! It's... Fuck... Baby. Let go.”

A long, high-pitched moan falls from her lips as she throws her head back, cunt clenching around Harry's throbbing cock as she rides out her second orgasm of the day. Her right hand flies away from her clit as Harry sets a quick, punishing pace. She knows he is almost there, just needs a little more.

“Harry. C'mon. Come inside me.”

“Fuck, Y/N. You know I can't.” His mind is frantic, her words bring him one step closer to tipping over the edge. “That little mouth of yours will have to do it.”

It takes her a couple of seconds to realize what he means. She slides off the bed, a pleasurable shiver running through her, straight to her core as her feet touch the cold floor. It doesn't help her overheated body at all. She slowly gets down onto her knees. Her gaze meets his and the world stops for a second as their eyes meet, the tension running high between them.

Y/N is completely in his element now, not just doing what he wants but giving herself over fully. Harry reaches down, wiping a strand of hair from her face, tucking it behind her ear before grasping the back of her head. He runs his thumb over her lips, caressing her skin before pushing her lips apart. She slowly licks her tongue over his thumb.

“Good girl.” He quickly pushes his length into her mouth, straight to the back of her throat. His eyes roll back as he struggles to control himself. Y/N gags, her eyes watering up. Harry reluctantly pulls back just far enough to let her breathe through her nose.

The taste of her essence combined with the salty taste of Harry's pre-cum fills her mouth. She eagerly hollows her cheeks as Harry pumps his hips against her, not allowing her much time to think or move. She rolls her eyes back into her head, and she loses herself to her pleasure as he chases his own climax.

“Oh fuck. I-shit...” His thrusts are growing slightly uneven and without warning, he thrusts all the way into her mouth and pushes down on the back of her head, forcing her to take his entire length. His warm cum spills into her, thick and sweet on her tongue. Y/N eagerly swallows him down, looking up at him with teary eyes.

Harry shudders at the feel of her throat against his sensitive tip. His breathing slows slightly. “Ah.” He winces, letting go of her head and sliding out of her warm mouth. Causing a string of saliva mixed with cum to connect the tip of his dick to her mouth.

She sits down on the hotel room floor on her knees, panting for breath and her head spinning as she attempts to collect herself. Harry slides his finger over her chin, collecting some of his semen which is still dripping down her chin and sliding it onto her lips. She eagerly licks her mouth clean and the sight makes his blood surge through his veins, his heart thudding away in his chest.

“Good girl.” He presses lightly against her lower lip, but his eyes remain trained on hers. Y/N's expression softens, and as Harry removes his finger from her mouth, she lets her head drop down as if she can't even stand looking at him anymore. But the slightest tinge of pink on her face betrays her.

“Looks like you actually enjoy doing what I say.”

Y/N chuckles as her mind begins to race again. Suddenly she doesn't mind one bit that she has to share this room with Harry for the next couple of days.

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lazyveran · 7 months ago

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please please PLEASE give us HCs for when Azutara Political Marriage goes from friends to lovers like they finally get over their bullshit and pull themselves together for the betterment of the world as a whole BUT WOOPS their gay!

waa sure thing!

azula is very into calling katara her wife. will say it relentlessly just bc she can. katara's more into soppy petnames and likes to say them when they're in company to fluster azula

katara's crippingly jealous once they get together. she's rather unhappy that she has to share azula with an entire nation and she stubbornly argues with every courtly lord and lady thats even remotely interested in azula. has EXTENSIVE beef with the serving girls that flirt with her wife

if azula doesn't join katara in bed at nights due to work or otherwise, she gets the cold shoulder for the entire day. if katara's particularly annoyed she'll send a note to azula asking after the 'obvious mistress she was occupied with last night'

they take regular rides out to caldera city's bay. sometimes they picnic, and azula eventually comissions a house to be built along the bay-side for katara. azula also has the terrible habit of casually comissioning or buying things for katara whenever she mentions ANYTHING. there's no price that she won't meet. there's no leap she wont take. katara once said she wished there was more places to see koi fish and azula bought out an entire aquarium for her. perks of being a princess with no concept of normal gift giving!

they work together to make zuko's life hell. constantly pulling him into arguments or teaming up with toph to prank him

azula takes a particular possessive pride in dressing katara in the finest silks and latest fashions. she gleefully takes katara out in public just so the noble ladies adopt her wife's fashion. gets utterly obsessed if katara wears her clothes

azula's flirting is TERRIBLE. oddly enough she can flirt frighteningly well if she doesn't care about the person, but if she does? ala, if she tries to flirt with katara? terrible. awful. whoever said she was skilled at wordplay? they should be fired. katara figures that out after a while and promptly thinks its the most endearing thing on the planet. like yes dear, please compare her to a harpoon class AZ50 imperial crusier.

#ty for the ask!!! i loveeee talking abt this au #i have more btw... if anyone wants them #azutara #katara #azula #atla #political marriage au #ask #cavernfullofexistentialdread

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odditycircus-2002 · 1 year ago

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What if with MK1 Medusa Reader Part II

A/N: A continuation of this what if plot I thought of. I was inspired by @professionalranter31 to write this one from the perspective of the Mortal Kombat characters reacting to Medusa!Reader summoning the Kraken.

Credit goes to Giong2296 from Deviant art.

Ashrah, Kung Lao, Raiden, Johnny Cage,and Kenshi.

You are on your hands and knees and the edge of a cliff facing the ocean that just had an armada of ships sailing towards the shore. In an instant, the Dragon King, Onaga, wiped them all from existence with an infernal ball of fire. Leaving nothing behind but smoldering remains and husks. On those ships, was supposed to be Empress Mileena and her Supreme Commander and sister, Kitana, and their father, former Emperor Jerrod. Along with your close friends, Zaterran Emissary, Syzoth, and Tarkatan Colony leader, Baraka. Your dearest loved ones. Gone.

“There’s nothing left to loose.” You whisper as tears start to pour from your face, the scorching sun above soon evaporating them with its heat. Behind you, Ashrah approaches you to place a hand on your shoulder. "Please Y/N, you know that's not true." You shake off Ashrah's hand as you begin to rise on your feet. A dark and determined look sets itself on your features. You then reach into your robe's pocket to pull out some yellowed and weathered composition sheets. "I didn't want it to come down to this. I really didn't, but the choice is now obvious." "What are you-" Ashrah is caught off guard when you threw your head back and belt out the first few notes, but she's able to get enough of a glance at the sheets you held to cause her stomach to drop. The demoness recognizes the writing to belong to some of the darkest magicks. Ashrah glances up at the sky as dark storm clouds begin to brew. "Y/N, STOP!" But you don't heed her warning, instead sending her back a safer distance with the others with a flick of your water magic. You're then surrounded by a torrent of darkness and bioluminescent green before it engulfs you.

The seas began to bubble as if being brought to a broil, as your magic reaches the sky to bring in more storm clouds followed by a torrent of rain falling hard. Shang Tsung stops mid-fight watches with Quan-chi and Rain with surprise written on the latter's face. The former High Mage then snaps out of his stupor to grab Shang Tsung by the front of his tunic.

"What did you do, Sorcerers?" Raine demanded, after all, the island they're on is Shang Tsung's. The latter gives a deep scowl. "I tried to warn her against this, I hoped she would be wise enough to never try to summon it. "And you did not think to inform me about this?" Quan-chi raises a none existent brow as tentacles began to sprout from the sea before wrapping themselves around the Dragon King. Onaga lets out a mighter roar that shakes the ground beneath him.

The forementioned sorcerer glances over at you as you raise yourself even higher on a pillar of sea water, with your magic dancing and twisting around you as if they were made from the element you commanded. You yourself danced with your hands in the air and wings spread out, all while your appearance began to drastically darken to reflect your now tainted soul. If Quan-chi didn't know any better, he would think that you came straight from the Netherealm itself.

Onaga and the Kraken's battle becomes so tumultuous that tsunamis the size of mountains form, and would've engulfed everyone if it weren't for Rain stepping in to literally hold back the tides. Essentially leaving a giant wall of water to tower everyone on the shore. However he couldn't hold back all of it as some waves still managed to slip through his grasp, but less severe to the tsunami in comparison. Rain's entire body strained from the amount of magic he was exerting. The former High Mage pushed back against the waves, wondering if the force and power in these waves were your doing a byproduct of the monster you summoned, or some twisted combination of both.

Shao and Reiko are watching with surprise at the monstrosity you summoned to defeat Onaga. Both the rebel and imperial army stopped in mid-battle at the horrific spectacle, with vultures and sea birds alike circling above them to either flee or pick at the fallen.

"What sorcery is this, General?" Reiko inquires, as he watches the Dragon King he nearly died trying to semi-tame crush whatever is under the waves with his feet, only for more tentacles to arise from the ocean to wrap around Onaga's limb. Both them and the gigantic whirpool threaten to pull in the Dragon King and never let go. General Shao pulls out a telescope from his belt before directing his second in command to look through it. "Who else but that sea witch?" Contrary to Y/N and most misinformed fools `would believe, General Shao did not receive the rank he did by brute strength alone. No, it took a good amount of strategizing and his knack for reading his enemies to rise through the ranks. This is why Shao's blood-red gaze falls on to your distant figure that's faced towards Onaga and the other creature. You make grabbing motions and the beast wraps its tendrils around the Dragon King, you swipe with your arm and so do the tentacles. Onaga retaliates by letting another devastating blast of fire to the clinging tendrils, which causes whatever lurks under the ocean to let out an earth-shattering shriek that could only be rivaled by the late Sindel.

With Shao having figured out that you're the one controlling the Kraken, the former General concludes with Reiko that you had to be taken down. So they send half of their remaining forces to your location, who soon run into trouble as the tentacles from the Kraken breach through the suspended tsunami to crush, smash, and wipe away the approaching rebel army as if they were ants. As if that wasn't bad enough, the fallen including soldiers from the imperial army, are absorbed into these tendrils to disappear under the surface.

This did not deter either General Shao or Reiko as they sprinted through the battlefield, flooded with blood and the torrent sea. They clawed, scrapped, and fought their way through the ocean tainted with blood and cut down any tentacles that dared come near them.

Meanwhile, your group, headed by Ashrah, attempts to get through to you and beg you to stop from finishing the forbidden ritual. Yet, their cries are lost in the howling winds as you raise your darkened arms to the sky and voice loudly. You didn't even spare them a glance when Ashrah and Raiden attempted to fly to your position before you used your magic to create doppelgangers made of water to stop them. You essentially force everyone to fight against their watery reflections that copy them move for move.

Your plan worked as the Kraken, in all its terrible terrible horror, rises from its maelstrom. The entire island seems to tremble from just the Eldritch horror's full awakening.

The Kraken lets out another shriek, as if in victory for being summoned again before it then attempts to tear into Onaga. The Dragon King literally locks horns with the Kraken with smoke bellowing from his mouth, not ready to admit defeat just yet.

On the shores, a good distance from the battle and out of your line of sight, those you thought perished finally make their way to shore. Although, their entrance wasn't quite smooth or easy as they nearly crashed on the jagged rocks lining the shore.

If it weren't for Jerrod's telekinetic ability creating a protective bubble around them, he, his daughters, Tanya, Syzoth, and Baraka would've been claimed by the waves. It's also what saved them all from becoming burnt corpses at the bottom of the ocean from Onaga's fire.

Although this miraculous save may not be so much of a miracle, they watch the catastrophe unfolding before them. Baraka's eyes instinctively scan to find you, almost unable to recognize your warped appearance resembling a creature from the deepest parts of the ocean. You were still dancing and singing, the eye of storm unfolding.

"Y/N, what did you do?"

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anyasathenaeum · 1 year ago

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omg thank you !!! 🥺🥺🥺🥺 you make write about "Vash & Wolfwood his wife didn't know she pregnant" the write beyond my expectations its cute and silly both of them.

😂😂

oh and some one request about vash bonding with the kiddos. can u make version about please wolfwood how big daddy girl he is and protective to his litter 🥺🥺 ?

once again thank you for you wrote it !! i love you write (really) 🥺❤️

A/N: Absolutely I can! I saw another lovely person request the same idea so they're both through this! Some girl dad Wolfwood headcanons coming up! Also sorry it's been a little bit between postings - my life is gently crazy atm

Warnings: AFAB!reader in this one, continuation/extension of previous request

So, as per these headcanons, I can absolutely see Wolfwood being a girl dad to twin girls

He would absolutely pass out during their birth, but he also becomes smitten by them the moment that they're placed in his arms - the two little girls who, in an instant, become the most important thing in his life (asides from and in addition to you)

Wolfwood would be the kind of dad who would outwardly seem cool, calm and collected, always laughing or not taking things super seriously, but inwardly? Man is PANICKING.

It's obvious from the time your little girls are babies - the sweat on Wolfwood's face as he holds them close to him, rocking them so gently as if he's afraid they'd shatter if he moved too quickly too suddenly gives him away

As does the split second of panic that crosses his face whenever one of the girls hits themselves or gets hurt or begins to wail - man is panicking internally and lowkey overthinking things until whichever of his baby girls got hurt is back up on her little chubby toddler legs and smiling as if nothing happened

Sometimes, Wolfwood ends up talking softly to both girls, telling them stories in the dead of night when he's woken up from his own nightmares and can't sleep - it calms his heart and soothes his soul in a way nothing else does

He would never admit to this, of course, so the only way you know this is because one time, you woke up in the middle of the night and Wolfwood wasn't next to you. So, you went to check on the girls, and sure enough, Wolfwood was there, softly speaking to his babies as he gently stroked their cheeks as they slept happily in their cribs, lulled by their dad's voice

You never let Wolfwood know that you knew he did that, granting him that little private moment of peace

As the girls grow older, Wolfwood would happily banter with his girls - they'd be as feisty and more quick-witted than the two of you put together, always getting into some kind of mischief

Wolfwood would be the grumpy kind of dad who his daughters would absolutely try to annoy and tease and poke fun at, even from the time they're toddlers

Like he'd be out on the porch, smoking his cigarette, only for him to hear giggling from around the corner and he sees both of his little girls pretending to smoke too with a piece of chalk or something as the cigarette, just like their dad

"Hey, hey! Cut that out, (Y/N) will skin me if they see you two doing that! You tryna get me killed?!"

He tries to remain calm and collected as he says that, but the girls can easily see through his mask and know dad's panicking and they scurry off, giggling mischievously

Wolfwood's love and protectiveness over his girls is evident to anybody who witnesses him interacting with them

Especially as the twins get older - the glare that Wolfwood would send to anybody who dared get even a little too close to one or both of his girls would be withering

You and Wolfwood both would teach your baby girls to be absolutely lethal if it came down to it - they'd be trained to defend themselves and can absolutely hold themselves in a fight

I feel like the twins would inherit their dad's ability to appear calm and collected even when bad things are going down, and they definitely inherited his smile

It's a bit uncanny when all three of them, Wolfwood and both girls, can hit you with the same smirk (definitely makes you wanna pull your hair out sometimes)

Wolfwood would be so proud of his girls, but he's just a bit too proud himself to show it sometimes (you've definitely caught him getting teary-eyed over something your girls did, only for him to cough and brush you off)

"I'm not crying, the hell you talkin' 'bout, sweetheart? Just got somethin' in my eye!"

Bottom line - Nicholas D. Wolfwood loves his girls more than anything, and would give anything to ensure they're happy, loved, and safe in a heartbeat

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#anya's athenaeum #trigun stampede #trigun #trigun stampede x reader #trigun x reader #nicholas d wolfwood #wolfwood #wolfwood x reader

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lokisasylum · 1 year ago

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I'm sorry but 🐰 is so FAKE!

"My future changed because of it. If I hadn't done this project I would probably still be in bed, eating and watching cartoons"?????

As if he and everyone at Hybe didn't know since months PRIOR how his debut was gonna go down, like that Hybe staff (and Jimin anti) that got caught on DC Gallery talking smack during Jimin's debut about JK's single, because they all knew it had already been BOUGHT thanks to 🛴 & Bongo.

[Reminder that ALL Suchwita episodes are pre-recorded months PRIOR to present events]

Also the way he stated:

"I'm Korean , but I'd like to be the one and only singer who can cross back and forth between k pop and pop songs I'm gonna conquer all genres if I could " "one and only singer"... one and only singer to do WHAT when OTHERS have already done it BEFORE YOU??? (Shinhwa? Ailee??? Hello???) He'll never be the "first and only", "one and only", JUST THE PRIVILEGED ONE.

But you know what really gets on my tits? Its the way he toyed with the fandom's emotions through vlive acting out this story of the mistreated, neglected member that was too scared to ask the company for permission to come on vlive to talk to army, so he asked one of his hyungs to cover for him and "take the blame".

And then continued his little sob-story of "Oh I haven't left my apartment in over 3 weeks. All I do is eat takeout and sleep and play with my dog 🥹 please pity me." Getting so drunk that he passed out like twice (with a whole ass candle still lit) and coincidentally SOMEONE who was already inside the apartment would turn off the live (IF there was a staff with him at all times while recording, why did they let him get so drunk to the point of passing out? )

Then came the rebellious, child tantrums at his own hyungs asking him to take it easy with the drinking live (consequentially bringing hate against said members and his solo stans applauding this behavior as him "standing up for himself & doing what he wants" and how "respect has to be earned").

Then came the sasaeng scare, the "Please don't follow me to the gym where I work out every day, that scares me buuhuu 😭." And again getting drunk "to show how upset he is" by the whole situation, causing more unnecessary concern (a.k.a creating morbid anticipation and more people tuning in to the circus show).

But the live that really took the cake was when he first failed to hide the very obvious vape that was literally on top of the table in a very obvious pink color (like his hoodie) that many quickly identified, then another sob story, then FINALLY came the TEARS, acting like he was about to say goodbye to the fandom for the last time with the perfectly executed: "Please be happy, even if I'm not here." before ending the live and sending the fandom into a frenzy of "omg poor kookie, he's suffering so much" and "omg what if he harms himself???"

Everyone was SHITTING themselves on the TL, expecting the worst to happen.... only for Hybe to share a post from CK with a clip ready to announce that JK had been named Global Bran Ambassador to CK, with this huge promo, a whole ass video, photos, posters, an interview, the whole she-bang.

And suddenly... he was fine? Did another live like NOTHING happened? And the ones that followed??? Suddenly he was this refined model for CK that actually gave a shit about his image? Ya'll cannot convince me that this man was not gaslighting the FUCK outta the fandom through this whole shit-show while 🛴& Bongo finished up securing his achievement$ & po$ition on the chart$ before officially announcing his debut (despite having announced a month prior that another member would debut instead).

Even Jimin called him out on his BS during that live in the car after one of the music shows where outta the blue he interrupted the live saying he was gonna go watch Jimin perform live, as if he didn't know that Jimin's promotions had ended that very day.

Like atp I just feel pity for his stans 'cause they're SO NAIVE that they believe everything he says to the point of creating this false narrative that JK was the one who actually got sabotaged on his debut and received the shortest debut/promo time compared to Jimin. When the cold hard truth is that everything he got was thanks to all the MONEY 🛴 & Hybe invested on him.

#I'm sorry I know Jimin loves these dudes but it needs to be said #they've been gaslighting the fandom since those final concerts in Las Vegas #first it was namgi with the whole obsession with grammys #then SG lying on vlive about having done crossfit with the others and accusing armys of making it up

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candied-scorpian · 2 months ago

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Kulapari Blog Name: Candied Scorpian

I have not watched Rise of the Kings because Hulu is in the US{It is new so I couldn't even pirate it}-

but I sure love Stinger, so even with spoilers I was excited- IS THAT A SNAKE IN THE GIF??? I just noticed that

but anyways, for a small fandom 'Edit for a dead fandom' I can make edits, idk how to get the clips.... Right theirs on clips of stinger in one pirated site that has season 2

I accidentally watches epidose one of season 2 back in lockdown before kipo was uploaded... Oooh the memories of rewatching this before I slept.

Im still gonna make shitty drafts and post it on ao3, idk what happened, but ill just give stinger amnesia and meet some half scorpian half snakes Hehe! <3

Also bit of a headcanon that Their a emperor scorpia(They are in West Africa...) Idk, maybe other scorpians would assume, or another animal incorrectly guessing. I couldn't find a scorpian in austrailio I liked. Emperor sounded cool- and no ones arguing with me... Ik its someones pet peeve, but hey from reddit the show sucked, and I might still enjoy watching it. My work is gonna be as bad as the writing, also how friendly empoerer scorpians are HAH XD

... I kinda added that their was a disease that just never gets talked about, and eveyrones just, monotone, tired, depressed, something with slow mating cycles and infertility and miscarriges.......... From what I learned empowers are usually aggressive after giving birth, so maybe that anger is channeled to fighting, belief of a lord that is survival and nature is cruel. or smth dark, and oc in the makaign for that.

maybe another scorpian thats seen stingers dad, try to cheer them up... A neutral perspective on bandits and such <3 such good writings ideas I am rushing, please send me link or an account <3

Concept writing of my oc with a placeholder name Magma- for volcano room

Magma is self-aware and quiet, easily accepting of failures, and accepts that not everyone will be a good person and do what they're fully capable of, but they understand they should still stand up for others. They like to argue when they fully research a specific topic, and will trauma dump at a moment's notice to keep the conversation going, they are extremely sensitive so any jokes at others' expense, just when it's directed at them – they quit side eyes – but with someone else is also in the butt of the joke they'll sting. They tend to hold grudges rather than holding others' hands out of awkwardness, having a hard time asking for help. They can bottle all their emotions up, and that leads to… More panic attacks and stinging a frog{Fear of water from threatening to be drowned from an accidental party bash, and misses the hot springs gifted from Chinese scorpion} they acted on it from stinging a frog helping them get to the other side{inspired by Tumblr short story{Lost it}.. They struggle with misinformation, everyone knowing the obvious royalty or power core, and the struggle of political disinterest and being the eldest to have to take the crown and responsibility. He can be bitter about others being wrong or not that self-aware, always keeping to themselves, but the inevitable panic of intrusive thoughts of accidentally murdering someone. They Value and adore it when people like them and know their bad, or even stay, to be listened to is nice and they can only be so much. They can come across as sweet, sometimes a bit obvious to their surroundings, or forgetful souls, but on other occasions, they can play the oblivious card. While plating obliviousness has its wins when seen as stupid, they tend to be insecure about the existence of their responsibility, but not exactly knowing how to not be the cause of corruption, assassinated siblings, letting things go bad, or secretly being power-hungry. Despite all of this, their family loves the self-isolating ‘Sun’ Daughter, and the people see them as having humility and being well educated but a person(forgetting, being neutral and self-aware of their bias on their interviews in boarding school.). They put others' needs before themselves, the weaker their friends, but an enemy could just die.

#kulapari #kulipari #scorpiion #oc #scorpion oc #kulipari oc #stinger #kulipari stinger #headcanon #hc #original character #first post #fanfic in the making #bad fanfic in the making #small fandom #dead fandom

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beautifulpersonpeach · 9 months ago

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bpp sorry if this isn't the content you want on your blog after yesterday but is it ok if i ask for clarification on sth? i know youre army you don't like solos but i like reading solos for a wide span of info. i don't like to be in a bubble of echo chambers

i saw a post and i'll send the link right after this ask but the person was criticizing a post you made but it confused me bc what you wrote didnt match what they said. they didn't post your name but i know its you because you always start your answers with 3 dots

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many armys say they like jimin but they pretend. i don't think youre like that but your answer is confusing so can you clarify? its like you allow jjks to shit on jimin but you drag out pjms only. armys do this over and over. its sad if youre the same bc i like your blog.

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Please block me.

Actually, you know what? Don't. At least not just yet. Let's do this instead.

I checked the link you sent. I'd received that link a couple other times today accompanied with more hostile language, so I ignored it. But I checked out yours because I wondered what was so serious you couldn't add the link to your main ask, so if you're all in fact the same person sending that link, kudos for getting my attention.

And thank you for sending that to me, because now I'd like to use you and that post to make an example of what I'm talking about when I say solo stans think differently and are just less intelligent. In my opinion.

For other readers, I'm not going to link it directly so as to not draw more attention to them, and since they're stalking my blog to make an example without directly mentioning me or showing my blog name, I think it's only fair I react in kind by also not making a direct mention.

Here’s the post (mine) in question:

Here is the akgae's takeaway from the post above (mine):

Already, the dissonance between the first and second screenshot should be obvious. I’ll explain in any case just so everyone can follow along.

Shortly after Jimin released Closer Than This, I received an ask from someone who calls themselves a PJM (a Jimin akgae), who said they hate the song and also hate his voice. But that they are his solo stan because he’s “talented and hot”.

I responded that they, the Jimin solo stan who hates his ARMY song and voice, isn’t exactly a rare breed. And that Jimin has ARMY supporting him anyway. This is within the context of me always saying solo stans don’t actually like the person they choose to solo stan (if they did, they wouldn’t be akgaes), and that an akgae’s experience is more about them and their personal insecurities than anything Jimin (or any other BTS member) is actually doing.

Months later (present day), another Jimin solo stan quotes that ask and my response, as proof of me (1) going “sameee you’re so valid”, (2) not correctly identifying that person as someone who actually antis Jimin a.k.a. his akgae, and (3) as proof of me believing “one is more talented and more deserving than the other” re: Jungkook vs Jimin.

…is there even anything more for me to say?

Y'all, I bet you something like 90% of the shit that has solos constantly bouncing off the walls starts from things like this: a complete lack of reading comprehension coupled with gaps in logic and pre-conceived notions/insecurities. If I wanted to be really mean, there's so many places I could take this post right now, but I'll stop here for now.

That post made me laugh because the entire thing is a comedy of errors. The OP Anon in that akgae's post, is actually talking about another 'blogger' (who I know and generally like but that's besides the point), but the akgae responding to them mistook OP Anon's 'blogger' to be me, and then proceeded to write what's in the second screenshot...

It's just sad.

I've lost count of how many times I've been the subject of callout posts on Tumblr and each time it's been something like this lmaooo. Each time it's been by akgaes (and their exile varieties) and shippers. The last time this happened, I was a taekooker, and now someone has essentially embarrassed themselves with a lamentable lack of reading comprehension to spin a pretty innocuous post into... alladat.

This is how drama is manufactured in fan spaces out of plain stupidity.

There are many reasons I don't like akgaes, but one top reason is because they dumb down the quality of conversation in whatever space they're in. It's part of why I have such a disdain for 'discourse' in k-pop spaces in general, because oftentimes, the people most eager to write paragraphs on end while being hateful and/or victimizing, are people who don't know what they're talking about or lack basic skills in reading comprehension, among other things. ARMYs and k-pop stans are guilty of this too, but you're more likely to run into culprits in akgae 'discourse' spaces or adjacent ones.

I've given examples of this many times but here's a couple here, and here.

I'm not even trying to be condescending, I don't actually think I know all there is to know about Jimin, BTS, and k-pop, I just no longer have the patience for people who choose remain in spaces filled with akgaes and who keep bringing their nonsense into my inbox. And what's worse asking me to clarify sentences that a grade 5 student should be able to parse in any language.

Anyway Anon, now, you can block me.

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mikuni14 · 1 year ago

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Only Friends

Only Friends - but were they really friends? The show answered itself and contradicted its own title.

What I didn't like about the finale:

idiotic, highly manipulative and very cringe pool scene. I can't imagine being in a relationship with a person like Ray who resorts to such vile tricks just to prove something (that Sand has feelings for his ex). And his constant "either deal with it yourself or I'll do it" treated as romantic behavior. If it was a guy saying something like that to his girlfriend, everyone would be outraged :) Ray could have said "I think you still have feelings for your ex, please sort this out". Instead, he started a threesome, kissed his rival passionately and blamed it all on Sand that it was his problem. He's truly a Mew's fanboy, they're both the same in this regard. Will every problem in their relationship be solved in the same way, by creating theatrical scenarios and proving their superiority and someone else's flaws, as Ray and Mew do, for which no one has ever criticized them?

all problems, traumas, nasty behaviors mysteriously disappeared or were healed, but in some little acts, words you can see that they are simmering under the surface

everything is so perfect, but the appearance of 1 (one) handsome guy disturbs the paradise

Cheum with her constant interference in other people's affairs, forcing and pressuring them, her unwavering belief that she knows best what is best for others

forcing an apology, even when it is obvious that someone does not want it. Also - no apology that should have come from Mew, Cheum, Sand, Ray

everything Mew, Ray and Cheum did to Boston was disproportionately more evil and cruel than what he did. Boston slept with Top before he dated Mew, who then constantly questioned his motivations and kept him at a distance. Boston manipulated Top, but he didn't force him to do anything, and he kept their relationship a secret, he didn't do it to hurt Mew. Mew's revenge crossed all boundaries, including legal ones. And yet it is Boston who is forced to constantly pay for what he and Top did, to apologize constantly, and it is he who is thrown out of the friend's pack and it is he who is blackmailed, slandered and treated like garbage

I absolutely HATE how everyone treats Boston like a leper, how they seem to force themselves to be civilized towards him, how their facial expressions change when he shows up, says something, or is just there. Even when he sends a photo A YEAR LATER, everyone reacts as if he sent them a diaper with poop in it, not a photo of them. I admire Boston, I would never lower myself to spending even a minute in such company. Boston is treated like he did something incredibly wrong, like he killed a little kitten or something

Top apologizing to Sand for "stealing his boyfriend" as if it was a wallet and not a person with free will lmao Is Boeing a person or a thing that can be stolen? The series treats him as a tool though, so theoretically he could be stolen lmao

What I liked:

the iron consistency with which Boston separates his sexual life from his love life. He explains it calmly, without adding any ideology or pseudo-psychological reasons to it. He's honest AS ALWAYS about it. Maybe that's why he wants to stay with his "friends" because in his mind he didn't do anything against them, against Mew, he just wanted to sleep with a hot guy. Which they (especially Mew with his unhealthy relationship with sex) took as a personal attack on themselves

the fact that Nick was hurt by Boston but did not blame him for it, he noticed what no one else sees (does not want to see), that is, that Boston has a completely different relationship with sex and feelings than others, than accepted social norms

I liked that Mew rejected Boston, it felt like one of the few genuine moments of Mew where he is honest. The sad thing is that Cheum, with her actions behind his back, did not give him the opportunity to immediately say "no" to Boston's presence, which would have spared everyone the awkwardness and Boston from hearing those terrible words and the embarrassment of all his "friends".

And what I dislike the most is the change in tone of the show since the last two episodes. And the fact that the creators were probably forced to betray their own project...

#only friends #only friends the series #thai bl #bl drama

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33446699 · 2 months ago

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my thoughts on the tarot readings about jungkook's future spouse:

i don't think that most tarot readers have read about her correctly and it's obvious in their answers when they answer questions about whether she is a korean or a foreigner, whether she is an idol or non-celebrity, what is her religion, etc. and truthfully, 99.9% of the readings about her have questions falling into the category that i've mentioned. no, a tarot reader can't tell you if she is a vegetarian or not.

the other red flag when it comes to jungkook's future spouse is when tarot readers say that she has or hasn't read a tarot reading about her. this feeds into a lot of delusions of die hard fans.

overall, a lot of tarot readers are overly descriptive and it's something that a lot of fans would be able to relate to, which leads to the belief that they're jungkook's future spouse. some tarot readers even describe themselves.

with that being said, fans should understand that tarot readers aren't reading a future that is set in stone. they're reading energies. energies change on our actions. i can post a reading now and 2 minutes later, the answer will change because the energies has changed.

my beloved girls, please focus on your work and education. don't lose yourself into this concept of jungkook's future spouse.

nobody knows who jungkook's future spouse is. not even jungkook.

i'm sorry that this got super loong, i just felt that this topic needs to be addressed.

No needs to feel sorry for sending long ask

I personally think that the way JK FS is someone who tarot readers read alot ,ofcourse answers won't be accurate in every reading and her guides be protecting her well ,and any tarot reader which gives too specific details isnt a good tarot reader ,not only its invasive to answer these type of questions but also difficult to get accuracy and it influences the audience alot as they think that what they are reading is 100 percent true no matter how much tarot readers mention them , and JK fans are also weird in a sense that they just never get tired of asking same questions again and again to every reader,and reading those questions and readings make me question a lot of things ,one is are you really curious about a random celebrity FS so much to ask same like 20 questions to every reader or its a way of confirming they are the one or not ,like if you need suggestions for questions I can give

And yeah , energies keep changing and that's why future really changes,it really depends on JK ,JK FS and their actions ,we all should focus on ourselves and love ourselves,if the whole purpose of your life is to be JK FS and you are continuously looking for answers whether you are the one or not ,is it really right ?,they need to think

#anon ask #jk FS

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galaxythixf · 8 months ago

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@fatexbound said: "What if they kissed?" (Giving you either Akimitsu or YukiChie) Send "What if they kissed" for a hypothetical scenario with no strings attached || Accepting

They shouldn't be doing this.

That's the thought that echoes throughout her mind the more the suggestion seems to sit between the two of them as if it weren't completely obvious by the way they looked at one another. The snow outside is what ushered them inside in the first place and as the chill of the evening settled in the cure hadn't ever looked so obvious before. Whatever feeling she felt now was something that's been dying to claw its way to the surface for so long now it almost felt painful to repress it any longer whenever she looked at her. Best friend started to feel like a lie when the truth felt so much heavier within the confines of her chest. Her name sat so heavenly at the center of it that friend didn't feel like enough.

Yukiko.

What was she thinking? Nothing good, she knows and part of what's kept her from voicing it is what she knows to be a learned reaction. Learned rejection that's a result of Yukiko's own circumstances and Chie was content with keeping quiet about it until the possibility felt … attainable. She's spent so much time at the Inn it's hardly a surprise that she's here for the night again after a nasty storm kept her from making it any further than a few steps outside. Usually not a big deal after a quick phone call to her parents but now it felt like such a gamble when the space between them is so small and Chie's will to resist is growing so thin. Brown eyes fall on Yukiko's lips with a stare that lingers before she corrects it, snapping back to the other girl's eyes in an instant and fumbling to find the words she meant to ask.

"A-Are you still cold?" Chie knows she's the one that felt the effects of the storm the most but her priorities were always Yukiko before herself, a habit. She can't remember what brought her so close to begin with but she doesn't move and under dim lighting she can hardly make out Yukiko's expression but she knows the other isn't stopping her from getting any closer. She should stop, what if someone walks in? It's enough to make Chie glance toward the door but nothing more, pleased with the risk when both time and the weather happened to be on their side. There were still guests downstairs being tended to and on a school night, it was usually safe to assume Yukiko would be left alone after a certain time. There were exceptions, but all Chie could do was hope tonight wasn't one of them.

She shouldn't, but she wants to so badly.

The arms that draw around her shoulders speak for themselves and Chie could feel the heat of her cheeks responding to the action in kind as they draw her in. They're shaking and ordinarily she would have blamed it on the weather but she knows better. She knows Yukiko better than anyone to know they must share the same urgency, the same desire that's left them with the choice to risk it when offered such a fragile sense of privacy and she knew she'd feel stupid for never taking it but worse if their moment led to humiliation from ignorant passersby's. It's a risk they're both willing to take, evidently and with one more shaky breath Chie gives in to take it. The chill of bitter winter melts to the flame Yukiko's lips kindle within her and it burns bright enough to make her whole body tingle with the need to keep her here, keep her close, keep her lips on hers. The moment they meet she feels like they were always meant to be entwined in each other's space like this. They were never meant to be apart, not when they felt so perfectly together.

Her heart's beating so fast she can hardly hear herself think anymore. The world fades to the background when all she craves is a little more of Yukiko, the main motivation for the shaky hands on the other girl's waist gently guiding her closer. This was so nice she could hardly believe she avoided it for so long and Chie felt so elated with the feeling she nearly forgot about the fear that previously bound her.

Footsteps

Eyes snap open when she hears them and in an instant they're apart, the Chariot quickly turning her back to the door when the knock inevitably comes to hide her blushing face that she would have no excuse for. That was close. Too close.

… But she wanted more of it.

#✰ — IC ✶ Racing With The Stars #Asks #fatexbound #✰ — Chie ✶ Voice Of The Bashful #✰ — Queued ✶ Traveling Through The Solar System #Lea this was a mistake don't enable me like this- ))

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wathanism · 9 months ago

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Hi there! Alright please bare with me cause I have to lay some ground work to get to my question.

So in every country right, there's an elite that's separate from the rest and then globally there's an elite (the 1% of the 1%) which I think most people are aware of. Usually in the west & countries that are more homogeneous the elite class tend to be made up of members from the major ethnic group with maybe a few from minority groups. In the Caribbean for example, that's not the case.

Colonisation, slavery & indentured servitude resulted in a mixture of ethnic groups across the islands but people of African descent (black) usually make up the majority for most islands. The elite class however are made up of minority groups and are also a group of families whose last names are so powerful the names practically act like currency. When you hear any one of those last names doors you might not have even known existed suddenly open. Sadly, there's almost a built in response to facilitate whatever it is these people need.

Most islands have their independence and on the face of it we govern ourselves. But these families (they are largely European white, Jewish, some Syrian, Chinese & others) came after independence as foreigners and integrated into the local population, they've become citizens, they send their kids to school here, they speak the mother tongues etc. but have also aligned themselves in such a way that they control the economic and political sphere. They own a lot of the big businesses and land but they don't hurt the local/indigenous population physically either. There's no violence or obvious oppression or ethnic cleansing to call it settler colonialism.

My question is, do you think this is simply elitism or given the colonial history of the region is it more of a blend of elitism and colonialism and maybe other things that deserves its own name?

ooohhh see this is a fun question, bc this is a part of the world i really don't know much of anything about unfortunately. i can't give any definitive answers, but i can like. try to piece together some thoughts based on other things i know and ask some questions that i think are relevant to the topic.

if there's one thing i learned from studying colonialism, it's that sometimes you gotta expand your definition of violence. maybe the locals aren't getting physically beat up or bombed or shot or what have you, but are they being priced out of their homes by gentrification? are they not given equal access to healthcare? are there any laws that unjustly are applied to them while the ruling class gets off without issue? there are countless other examples, but my point is that violence doesn't look one way, and oftentimes the systems of law that are viewed as orderly and "just how things go" are violent at their root.

another relevant question i think is how did these families acquire this much wealth and power? how did they get ownership of that land? is what they're doing on that land damaging the environment? if so, are they bending or changing the laws to keep doing it, and who's being hurt by the environmental damage? what are their labor practices like? are they paying their fair share of taxes? are they collaborating with colonialist mega-corporations like monsanto for example? these are all things that have been weaponized against black and indigenous people, and even if they're not violent in the same way as a bullet to the face, it's still colonial violence.

a lot of these are questions that are veering into the topic of capitalism, but i think capitalism and colonialism are inseparable and you can't meaningfully talk about one without the other. if colonialism is the "what," then capitalism is the "how" and "why."

it's also important to remember that settler colonialism is just one TYPE of colonialism. places like french-occupied syria and british-occupied india were still under colonial rule, but they weren't settler colonies. it's important to look at resource extraction and labor rights. sure, there's big businesses there, but who's actually benefiting from that?

then there's also the matter of neo-colonialism. just because a state is on paper independent, it's pretty often that being under colonial rule weakens the new state so much that they're still forced to rely on their old colonial rulers. because of that they're often unable to fully dismantle systems that were put in place during the colonial period, so the independence, while still a step forward, is not the end-all-be-all of it.

none of that actually answers your question lol, but my point is that this is all stuff i would want to keep in mind while trying to figure out what to make of the situation in the caribbean.

#asks #of course i'm always learning and always happy to hear more perspectives so anyone who wants to add to the convo is welcome <3 #long post #ik i said i'd dip for a few weeks but this ask was interesting lol

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reilliane · 2 years ago

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Folly ✤ Scaramouche

A/N: This takes place in the same universe as 'Devilry' (aka the crackfic), where MC is the previous Sixth Harbinger dubbed as 'Mistress Fiore'.

✤ Mentions of death

✤ There's nothing wrong with indulging in dangerous follies every now and then, especially if that folly is nothing but that fascinating defector.

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Within the expanse of the temple draped in a frosty twilight gathers a handful of dignitaries, all with a single purpose; to grieve for the fallen.

Well, their grieving may be a tepid act—after all, one cannot overlook the possibility that their hearts are more bristling than mourning. The fact remains that it is still only a mere assumption, though.

Despite being... comrades in arms, not one of them truly knows what the other bears inside their chest. Aside from the obvious mutual belligerence, of course.

“Who invited the mistress here?”

The voice rises amid the frigid air, biting as though it carries frost in its tone.

Naturally, everyone's attention is piqued. It's a question that serves both to distract themselves from the loss of an ally and to ascertain the reason for the arrival of an unsought guest.

But is the aforementioned person truly uninvited?

“You wound me, can I not be present to send my own farewell to the Eighth?” you speak up with faux umbrage, stepping beyond the shadows of the pilasters.

Far from being disconcerted by the number of eyes nipping at your profile like tiny cicins, you lift your head, meeting the faces of those you previously deemed comrades. Now mere... 'acquaintances'.

“Besides, don't you think it's only expected for me to fill in the blank slot that the Balladeer left open for this moment?”

It isn't like you're going to take back the position afterward.

The knowing hum settles an air of brewing resignation, tinged with a bit of vexation that seems to come to the group naturally.

Tartaglia clicks his tongue from his place at the pews, voice amicably austere. “Calm down, it was I who invited Fiore.”

His answer dispels most of the lingering bafflement in the crowd and the ceremony carries on without delay and reluctance.

Although, you huff in disbelief. It's more of a business meeting than a funeral ceremony.

You decide not to speak against it, however, aware of your standing in the place. Instead, you've taken to observing the varying expressions on their faces. They're all so impervious as ever.

The plan not to opine fails later on though, following the ludicrous decree about the momentary pause of business and other affairs as well as Pantalone's opinion about it.

“Half a day's holiday?” you find yourself giggling, though it's crystal clear that you're far from being amused. “Careful, your gracious facade seems to be slipping, mister disingenuous mayor.”

Pulcinella crinkles his nose and adjusts his spectacles with a sigh.

“Hm, I'd rather not open my ears to the words of an ex-Harbinger. Do be content that we allowed you to stay.”

You whistle, finding no reason to deny the latter portion of his statements. It's irking how he seems to dismiss your previous rank as the Sixth and denigrate your current status, though.

As if sensing the subdued venom beginning to rise from your throat, another voice cuts in.

“Can you cease the farcical banter?” Arlecchino gives her fellow Harbinger a pointed stare, scrutiny evident in her eyes. “[Name] may no longer be in the official ranks, but she was the only one who ever sought camaraderie between you half-hearted dignitaries.”

Her concern for this shoddy, half-hearted excuse of a holiday is thus valid. Is the underlying message.

You cup your cheeks with a pleased smile, drawing out a long, grateful sigh. “My, thank you, lady Arle. Ever the justiciar.”

Her auxiliaries are anticipated, yes, but you didn't think she'd actually support you. But then again, she seems to be the only one who genuinely grieves the death of Signora. Apart from Pantalone and Pierro—and maybe even Tartaglia.

The Knave transfers her look towards you. It's nothing short of perfunctory, perhaps even a bit scunnered.

“That does not remove the fact that you are no longer one of us. You've only until the end of condolences before you are to leave.”

Of course.

“Oh, the woes of being unwanted!” you bemoan, holding your head for a melodramatic show.

You can tell that doing so has earned you a couple dirty looks and though you feel a tad awful—borderline catalyzing the enmity when again, this is no place to start a fight—you do not apologize.

Well, not to them.

It's an indecent, immoral act, but you like to believe that you're the lesser evil in the room.

With a step forward, you ascend a few inches into the air, moving past the Harbingers and hovering over the intricately gilded cenotaph. No one stops you.

Caressing the marble surface of the tomb makes you note how it's a lot colder than the atmosphere.

Unfitting for the Witch whose heart only knew how to be set ablaze.

But if you consider the Delusion she's been gifted, then it is appropriate; for a blazing heart to freeze and shatter, unable to rekindle its loving warmth.

“Looks like I am only as transient as a minute here, Rosalyne.” there is silence in the temple. Not one voice overpowers yours.

Maybe they have finally gotten self-conscious? It's funny to think that someone who is no longer a Harbinger is the first to send her farewell. What ridicule!

With a silent, single clap, you expel a breath and hum. Your time here is done—you'll have to thank Childe sometime for the official invitation.

Pierro is just about to say something- business talk, maybe. Whatever it is, it does not include you, and to be honest, you'd rather not be included, either.

You vanish into a myriad of snowflakes before anyone can raise a word, leaving only your final murmurs resonating within the temple.

“May your soul find peace in the embers of that which you burned.”

Your next destination leads you to the familiar lands of Liyue and to the terra that stretches past its borders.

The swift travel from the icy nation back to a more tropical one has depleted most if not all of your stamina, so you stayed at an inn for a little while to recuperate.

Although you do have an objective in mind, you aren't in a rush. It's safe to say that you are one step further than the Fatui Harbingers, hence the insouciance.

Besides, like some magical work of nature, you are far attuned to the presence you're seeking, so searching doesn't come off as difficult. In fact, you are able to find him merely two days after staying at Wangshu Inn.

Conspicuous even without trying to, the violets and reds of his attire are emphasized amid the drying greens of the environment. He's dwelling in discreet places, however, managing to shroud himself in the shadows and not make a sound.

Any traveler—not the blond one, though—will fail to see him. But unfortunately, he sticks out to you like a sore thumb.

“For once, you are trying to be discreet.”

The defector stills with a muted hiss, swift to register the arrival of someone as well as the lack of additional weight on his head.

His buttons are already pressed, but annoyance and genuine indifference aside, he's at least thankful that he's found by non-Fatui first.

“Mm, but the hat's still remarkably ostentatious, don't you think so?”

Not like being found by Harbingers poses that much of a problem, he'd simply fight them. That said, he's this close to flicking out his catalyst, too...

“Scaramouche.”

He doesn't, though, and decides to just humor the person who's managed to trace his steps from Inazuma.

Immediately, he meets a pair of gushed [c]s and the usual smile he's seen—unwillingly—far too many times to count. Clicking his tongue, he grumbles.

“Tsk, Fiore.”

No sort of communication has transpired between them in the past months, not after the research about the meteorites and the godawful luncheon shared between them along with Signora and Tartaglia.

So, he isn't going to lie and say that he's not surprised to see her in front of him.

'Fiore' sighs hyperbolically, the theatrical action quick to make the man roll his eyes. He expected nothing less.

She starts with a spin, showing off her apparel that although carried a few similarities from her previous Harbinger attire, looked more... liberated.

In the sense that it's unique, a style that screamed 'Fiore' instead of the nations in Teyvat.

“You misunderstand, Balladear, I'm not Fiore, but [Name]. I'm a free woman. I'm in no organizations.”

That's new, for the last time he saw her, she was still rather attached to the organization. Or perhaps that's her way of supervising him, the one who had taken her place.

He must've been scrutinizing her appearance with a silence that lacked his usual aggro—because before he knows it, the lady leans forward with a wink.

It sends a chill down his back.

“Nor in any relationships, if you catch my drift.”

Bitter Archons above-

“Get the hell out of my sight.” Scaramouche snarls with pinched brows, turning away in disgust after snagging his hat back.

He really doesn't know what else to expect of her, but he's a little relieved that she hasn't grown out of that preposterous charm of hers. Still devilishly annoying, but he's not one to talk.

Uninterested in the laughter that rings behind him, he continues his trek toward the neighboring nation of Sumeru. At the moment, there's nothing but the crucial need to get away.

An impossible thing—for the Fatui always manages to catch up, he knows that better than anyone—but that's a headache for another day.

He already has one just seeing this woman and the humid air is not helping alleviate it. Sweat is rolling down his temples and it's only the nice cover of his hat that prevents him from melting into mush under the raging sun.

A cold gust of wind blows through him, the discordant chill amid the otherwise dry area implying that it was done with the use of both a Vision and Delusion.

Perceptive as always, that girl.

“The Tsaritsa is rather upset, you know?” she calls, voice steadily growing closer.

He was about to address her use of Anemo and Cryo—maybe slot in an impossible thanks—but that's thrown out of his mind a second later.

The Tsaritsa?

Huffing, he doesn't bother stopping and facing her, wary of his growing headache 'cause damn. “Two-faced liar, so you were with them.”

“To pay respects,” the response is quick, as though his censures were foreseen. “Signora was a nice comrade. A little haughty, but nice.”

Nice. Scaramouche almost laughs. Signora, nice.

Perhaps her competency with taking the Queen's piece, yes.

But only someone with a loose screw can ever describe the pile of ash as nice, but then again, this is [Name]. If devilish isn't her middle name, then perhaps eccentric is.

“They will be coming after you. You are aware of that, aren't you?”

Exasperating works, too.

“What do you take me for? An idiot?” he finally stops, unable to hide the offense on his face as he swivels with a glare.

Is he being disparaged? Him?

The venom on his tongue is milliseconds away from coating the words he's about to convey, but he receives an answer before he can do so.

“A renegade with a bounty over his head heading to Sumeru. I hope you weren't blinded by what you sought.” [Name] answers with a shrug, her pretty [c]s fixated on the glimmer of violet peeking behind the overlays of fabric.

On the defensive, Scaramouche lifts a hand to cover the glow of the Electro Archon's Gnosis. He does this even though he's aware that [Name] has no intention of stealing it from him.

In any case, she's much more likely to steal his damned hat again.

He scoffs once more. “I'm none of your business.”

Leave me alone.

The message needn't be said when it's already so obviously implied.

Having uttered what he wanted, he resumes his pace, thinking of feasible plans for the coming few days. He has no doubts that a Harbinger is going to be sent after him.

Eyes forward, he walks with his chin tipped high, confident and unfaltering of what lies ahead. There is nothing to fear, nothing to be bewildered over.

The macabre art of war comes to him naturally and there aren't any qualms about death, he is used to such things. But if there is one thing he isn't used to, then...

“Do you have a death wish?” he halts and asks this, genuinely lost in a confusion that he won't admit out loud.

Only the sound of his feet against the terra is heard a minute ago, but he isn't oblivious to the following figure at his back, levitating as always. Nonchalant as she can possibly be.

“What you're doing is nothing but utter folly.”

Why are you still here?

He doesn't even need to turn around to see [Name] shrug. As if she isn't at all deterred by the fact that she can die if she continues to follow him.

“I know.” she answers, sounding insanely delighted.

Scaramouche clicks his tongue again.

If there's anything he isn't accustomed to, then it is the devilish [Name].

“You're mad.”

Only a giggle answers his words as he begins to walk again, making no move to stop her any longer and letting her float around him with a bunch of jests rolling past her tongue.

He's irked, but that's alright.

He's fond of pretty and exasperating devils, anyway.

a/n: mm, nothing like scara pretending not to care that mc decided to stick with him when in fact he's actually all "aw ye" about it deep down lmao

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The Miracle (8/?)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader x Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes x Reader, Steve Rogers x Reader

Word Count: 2.3k

Chapter Warnings: Kidnapping, Angst, Slight Dub-Con, Oral Sex (F receiving), Unlocking a New Character.

Summary: When infertility threatens mankind with extinction and there hasn't been a baby for almost 18 years, what happens when two certain super soldiers fall for the same woman and accidentally impregnate her?

18+ minors dni please!!!

Part 7

"Are you gonna tell me how it went or not?"

You yelped, putting your hand on your chest. "Jeez Nat, you scared me."

She snuck in your room late at night after you returned from Steve and Bucky's floor. Although she trusted her friends, she couldn't help but worry about you all night. She let out a sigh of relief when the elevator dinged, announcing your arrival.

She raised an eyebrow. "Well? I'm waiting."

You closed your eyes before letting out a breath. "It went fine." You shrugged.

She looked you up and down as if she was assessing you, before a smirk appeared on her lips, "You got laid, didn't you?"

"NAT!" You shouted as your cheeks flushed. Of course, she was going to find out sooner or later. She was a spy after all, but you could never guess she was going to figure it out just by looking at you.

After a few moments, both of you burst into laughter. "Come on, spill it out! And I want to know every detail." She mumbled playfully.

Your laughter died down as you remembered Steve's words.

"I need to ask you something Nat." You asked out of the blue, your voice lacking the warmth from moments ago.

Natasha knit her eyebrows before she nodded. "Anything," She replied.

You took a deep breath before you started, "Steve told me there was a mission. One so risky that the government forced S.H.I.E.L.D to send their least experienced recruits. Because they couldn't lose professionals, much less the Avengers."

She gazed at you for a few seconds, digesting your words before nodding slowly, pity obvious in her eyes.

"Fury was against it. He tried everything he could to convince those half-witted assholes who call themselves governors. What do they know about fights anyway? They send young, innocent people to their deaths while they're busy having pissing contests."

Tears gathered in your eyes as you thought about your fellow recruits. They weren't your friends, but they were mostly nice to you. Some of them even tried to make friends with you.

However, after what happened with your parents, you always distanced yourself from everybody else, not wanting to get attached to anyone.

You'd thought if you don't have anyone, you wouldn't lose anyone. You were wrong. And now standing here, with your conscience eating you up, you didn't deem yourself worthy enough to be the only one alive.

Suddenly Natasha snapped her fingers right in front of your face, pulling you out of your thoughts. "Hey, enough of that. I know what you're thinking, but none of it is your fault, okay?"

A slow smile worked its way across your face and into your eyes. "Okay." You sighed.

"Now how's little Natasha?" She bent down in front of you, her gaze fixated on your stomach.

"What?" You raised your eyebrows as you giggled.

"What what? You're not gonna name her after me?" She squinted her eyes.

"How are you so sure it's a she?" You asked.

"I know it's a she. Now don't try to change the subject. You promised me a juicy story."

You and Natasha talked all night before she left you to get some sleep. You put your hand on your belly as you laid down on your side, a lazy smile forming on your lips as exhaustion took you.

"(Y/N) It's okay sweetie. I will come and bring you back home. I promise."

Your eyes snapped open as you sat up. Your heart was pounding with the adrenaline rush. Panting, you buried your face in your hands, feeling the wetness on your cheeks.

It was the same nightmare every time, but it never got any less horrid.

You sniffed and wiped your tears with the back of your hand. You blinked a few times, only for confusion to overtake the sense of dizziness as your eyes adjusted to the darkness of your room.

No. This wasn't your room.

You sat with your back rigid, your wide eyes darting around the unfamiliar room suspiciously. You had to keep a level head, otherwise, you would send yourself into a spiral of emotions.

Your eyes shot over to a dark silhouette sitting on a chair in the corner of the room. You gasped, putting your hand on your belly on instinct, protecting the little life inside of you.

The figure stood up before beginning to move towards you, floorboards creaking underneath its steps. It stalked closer and closer until moonlight illuminated his face, allowing you to see him.

You nervously stepped out of the bed, your arm still protectively around your middle as you took a step towards the man.

"Bucky?"

Without acknowledging you, he brought his metal arm up and started caressing your cheek softly. He was wearing his full tactical gear. His grey-blue eyes were deeply gazing into yours as if searching for something in your soul. He leaned in, his warm breath fanned your skin as his eyes darted and lingered on your lips.

You slowly put your hand on the metal hand framing your face, making his eyes snap back up to yours.

"Bucky," you whispered, "Where am I?"

He said nothing. The unnerving silence engulfed you as you tried not to freak out. "Please," you whispered, "I need to-"

The sound of the door being pushed open caught your attention. You peeked over Bucky's shoulder only to see Steve entering the room, wearing his tactical gear as well. Your eyes locked with his as he closed the door behind himself, the corner of his lips curving up into a smile as he strode towards you.

"You must be thirsty." Steve muttered, offering you a glass of water. You looked incredulously at the glass of water before looking back up at him, making him chuckle at your frowned expression. "I can take a sip if it makes you more comfortable, sweetheart."

You snatched the glass out of his hand before gulping down the water, quenching your thirst.

Since your pregnancy, it had become a routine for you to wake up in the middle of the night to drink water.

Handing the glass back to Steve, you took a breath in before looking up into his deep ocean-blue eyes. "You brought me here, didn't you?"

Steve's features softened at your question. "You're safe here. That's all that matters."

"It's not like I wasn't safe before." You frowned.

He sighed as he shook his head, "It's just a matter of time before the wrong people find out about you. Everyone can be a threat, and we don't want anything to happen to you or our little one."

You scoffed at his explanation. "You just have an excuse for yourself every time, don't you?"

"Sweetheart, please, you need to underst-"

"No! You need to understand that what you're doing is wrong! We just keep going in circles. It was only yesterday you told me you regret starting things off like that, yet, here we are!" You hissed, "You are not doing this for my protection, you're doing this for your own fucking selfish desires."

Steve frowned, his mouth tightened into a thin line. "Careful, Y/N, I don't appreciate that kind of language."

"Прекрати."

Both your heads snapped towards the former assassin. Bucky's gaze was fixated on Steve, giving him a deathly stare as if to put him in his place. Steve closed his eyes as he pinched the bridge of his nose.

"What's with him?" You noticed something was different about Bucky from the beginning. His vacant eyes, his silence, his emotionless tone.

"He-he's not Bucky, he's the Winter Soldier."

Your eyes went wide. You froze as Bucky, no, the Winter Soldier held you tightly to himself, his face now in the crook of your neck inhaling your scent.

It was common knowledge that the Winter Soldier persona had been erased from Bucky's mind, and the government pardoned him since he was under Hydra's full control.

"B-but I thought-" You stammered before being interrupted by Steve.

"The Winter Soldier isn't completely gone. However, Bucky has full control over him now. If Bucky doesn't want to turn into him, he simply won't."

All of a sudden Bucky kneeled in front of you before putting his head on your belly, his hands softly caressing your sides.

"Мой ребенок."

Tears welled in your eyes as you watched the Winter Soldier nuzzled your belly while repeating a word over and over like a mantra. You couldn't stop yourself from running your fingers through his brunette locks, fiddling with his hair. Tears streaming down your cheeks as you squeezed your eyes shut in the hope your tears would stop.

Steve came up to you, his hand cupped your cheek before softly caressing and wiping your tears.

"Steve..." Your lower lip trembled, "Please. This isn't right."

He cooed you as he leaned in, grazing his nose against yours before capturing your lips in a heated kiss.

He parted your lips with his tongue before pushing it inside your mouth, tangling and going to war in your locked mouths, battling madly for dominance.

"We will keep you safe." Kiss. "We're gonna have our baby," Kiss. "And the four of us are gonna live here." Kiss. "As a family." Kiss.

You yelped as Bucky suddenly picked you up, his hands under your thighs. He gently placed you back on the bed before pressing his lips firmly to yours. You could taste your shared breath and feel the thud of your combined heartbeat as your bodies were pressed together heatedly. He was careful not to put his weight on your mid-section as his lips swallowed yours.

He moved his mouth from your now swollen ones before peppering kisses along the side of your neck, on the top of your breasts, and your stomach. He lingered there for a few moments before going lower, pulling your panties along with him.

He brought his hands underneath your thighs before propping your hips up on his elbows, spreading you open to him. His breath fanned over your slit before he darted his tongue out, swiping it over your wet folds and connecting the tip against your clit, flicking over it as he held your legs apart.

You let out a soft moan as he continued to tease the sensitive nub. His tongue played your pussy like a violin, every note seeping into you until you could feel nothing but pure elation.

Your eyes shot open as you felt another wet tongue circling your nipple before connecting with Steve's darkened ones. You keened as he flicked his skillful tongue over your pebbled bud.

"They are tender, aren't they?" Steve asked huskily before he switched to your other nipple, blocking Bucky out of your view. "I can't wait for these to become heavy and swollen with milk for our baby. And whenever you're uncomfortable, Bucky and I will latch on your teats and suck the milk out, sweetheart. Fuck I can cum just thinking of that."

You couldn't stop the loud moan you let out at Steve's words.

"You're lucky I'm so fucking horny or else I would beat your asses." You whimpered as Bucky delved his tongue into your clenching heat.

Steve chuckled as he switched to your other breast again. "I'm sure sweetheart. But now it's time for you to come."

Bucky's nose bumped up against your clit as he continued to pump the slick muscle inside you. He merely turned his gaze back up to look at you, engrossed in his task.

Moving one of your hands down to Bucky's hair and the other to Steve's, you raked your nails against their scalps as you writhed with pleasure.

Bucky's lips encircled the over-sensitized bud, sucking it between his teeth until your insides pulsate around his tongue. Knot after knot coiled in your abdomen, unrelenting moans and whimpers filled the bedroom.

"F-Fu-Fuck YES I'm cumming."

Bucky rutted his tongue left and right just as Steve's teeth nipped at your nipple and the coil snapped, erupting into millions of lighting fast tingles that cadenced down your thighs.

Bucky moaned into you, adoring how warm you felt pulsating against his mouth, the taste of you filling his senses.

"You look so beautiful when you cum." Steve whispered before giving you a soft peck on the lips.

Still spiraling high in the clouds from your orgasm, you watched through half_lidded eyes as Bucky pulled back himself back, wiping the remainder of your fluid off his chin with his palm and stood, tearing his tactical gear. Steve copied his action before they were getting into the bed naked.

They enveloped you in a sandwich, each of them putting a hand on your non-existent baby bump.

You were too fucked out to deal with what just happened. As your eyelids were getting heavy, you gathered all your energy before you whispered, "I'll never forgive you." And your eyes flickered into darkness.

"WHERE ARE THEY?" Natasha bellowed as she entered the lab.

"You need to be more specific." Tony replied, not looking up from his work.

"Rogers and Barnes. Where the hell are they?" She hissed.

Tony raised his head at Natasha's venomous tone. "Looks like someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed."

"I'm not in the mood right now, Tony. Just tell me where they are. NOW." She said.

"I swear to god if they're having a boys day out without me I'm gon-"

"F.R.I.D.A.Y, when did Captain Rogers and Sergeant Barnes leave?" Natasha asked the A.I.

"At three a.m, Agent Romanoff." F.R.I.D.A.Y's robotic voice echoed through the room.

Natasha closed her eyes before taking a deep breath. Opening her eyes, she was faced with Tony's concerned eyes, all of the sarcasm had left his face now.

"Tony, there's something you need to know."

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