#she is very complex and I love her for it

[moonyvvamp]

how has no one talked about Zoey probably calling Mira and Rumi unnie when she first arrived. the potential. the unnie complex of it all (if het people can have their oppa complex I get this leave me be)

Like you know what Mira probably was into it very reluctantly because on one hand fuck the constraints of society and this ceaseless need to respect elders you don't even know or care for on the other hand her heart's doing overtime because this random cutie from America just spawned in her practice room one day and now she won't leave Mira alone. She kind of loves it because what the hell no one gives her this kind of attention. "Mira unnie!" Mira clutches her chest and gasps because what is this feeling.

Rumi and Zoey probably don't have a huge enough age gap for Zoey to find her the reliable older woman type. They try it out and Zoey finds herself weirdly uncomfortable because Rumi and her are just two dumbasses going exactlyy a lot of the time. She switches to Rumi pretty quickly and Rumi breathes a sigh of relief because being called unnie made her lowkey feel like she had to be a lot more responsible and really old. She likes it better when Zoey and her are on the same level.

Rumi and Mira both gag when Rumi calls Mira unnie because what the fuck is that. They've puked in the same stall after eating too much before practice and now there's titles in the mix? Besides again not a big enough age gap for Rumi to look at Mira and think older person I can rely on. Rumi's pretty much implied to be smack dab in the middle of Mira and Zoey so I don't think she feels the need for any titles, there's only a slight difference in age both ways.

[cry4mina]

Doctor’s Orders

Doctor Momo x fem!reader

Word count: 6.2k

Filth/Smut

Summary: You have a doctors appointment that’s supposed to be a routine check up, but it doesn’t go according to plan.

TW: medical kink, gyno, power dynamics, slight teasing, degrading, possessiveness, impact play, spit, straps, ejaculating straps, collar and leash, bondage with a belt, breeding, gags out of an object you wouldn’t expect, implied squirting, uhm uhm uhm, knife play (kind of? For like a split second)

AN: I wrote a version of this a year ago for a lovely human who shan’t be named and since yall said not to be shy, here is some freaky business for you. Feedback is always appreciated and thank you for taking the time to read it! Mwah mwah mwah!

The rattling of the bus doors pulls you out of your dissociative state, reminding you that your stop was soon. The rain cascading down the windows provides a calming white noise aside from the murmurs of the strangers surrounding you.

One more stop and you’d have a block's walk to the doctor’s office, a new office that you’d never been to before. Though you were excited when you heard that there was going to be a location closer to your house, you hated the idea of going to a location out of your standard route.

The squeaking of the brakes signals you that your stop is approaching, gathering everything, making sure you don’t leave anything behind- you stand and make your way to the front.

The rain had lightened up, merely sprinkling lightly against your skin. The rhythmic tapping of droplets into the puddles on the roads was matching your footsteps towards the complex- pitter pattering as the view of the office becomes clearer.

The building was a little smaller than the previous one, a stand-alone structure with a black roof, lanterns hanging by the entrance, and a big white door with a stained glass window built into it.

Pulling the door open, gently closing it behind you, you’re met with a woman sitting at reception in black scrubs and a lovely smile.

“Welcome in! Do you have an appointment?” cheerfully rings out into the empty room, almost startling you with how loud it was.

“Yes…I transferred from the other office to this one, my name should already be on file.”

“Perfect! I’ll just grab your ID and get you checked in, it shouldn’t be too long. You’re our last appointment for the day.” Reaching for the card you were about to hand her, you see a flash of her name tag.

“Chaeyoung” quickly typed in your information and handed you back your ID. Turning around and sitting down in one of the modern chairs placed neatly in the first row of the waiting area.

The building outside might have been quaint, but the inside was sleek and stylish.

Black and white color scheme with hints of pink scattered throughout the room, accents of pink on the faux leather chairs lining the walls, a white table with a few magazines scattered on its granite top, small TV’s lowly rumbling about women’s health and faux plants in the corners.

Zoning out on whatever program was on, you barely heard the receptionist call your name.

“Ma’am, are you ready?” Holding the black wood door open for you to stroll through.

“It’s going to be the first door on the left!” Letting you navigate the hall while she locks the front door, hearing it latch as you find the room labeled “1A”.

Walking into the room, you note the pictures of the ocean hanging on the wall, the attempt at a relaxing vibe was sort of silly. It was a gynecology office, there was no relaxing here.

Placing your bag down on one of the chairs, laying the jacket you were wearing over one of the arms, and finding a seat at the end of the table, stirrups out and ready for you. The intimidating nature of them countering the “calm” feeling.

“I know..I tried to tell Dr. Hirai that it was…a choice… to have them up already…She was very adamant about it. She’ll be in soon.” Cut through the air, causing you to jump, almost out of your skin.

Arms holding yourself as you whip around, its just the small girl from reception… she must’ve caught up with you after locking the door.

A warm smile, a light giggle and a quick wave goodbye before she closes the door and you’re left to wait for the doctor to show up.

Happy that you brought your switch, being able to play animal crossing while you waited for the Doctor, who took longer than expected. Almost 45 minutes before there was a knock at the door.

At least you got most of the beetles you were looking for while waiting.

The door creaks open and the most stunning woman walks in. Long dark hair tied up in a bun, blunt bangs across her forehead, and cheekbones that would make anyone swoon.

She was wearing a fitted blue turtleneck, black dress slacks and some black strappy heels. The way the sweater hugs her frame makes you tense. Not even bothering to look up from the clipboard in front of her when she starts speaking to you.

“Good Evening, I’m Dr. Hirai Momo. Just here for a yearly visit?” Her voice rings in your ears like angels singing.

So stunned you barely even heard the words that came out of her mouth, you just sit and stare at her, mouth agape and palms sweating, lost in her features.

Finally prying her eyes from the clipboard, she looks directly into yours. Big, brown, kind eyes fall on you. The eye contact lasts for a moment before she looks you up and down.

*Did she just check me out?*

Silence between the two of you, she smiles at you politely and you return the gesture. She tilts her head at you slightly, seemingly confused by what you just did when you realize she’s waiting for you to answer her.

“Oh! Uhm…Yes.” not even sure what you were agreeing to.

Chuckling at your response, she checks a few things off her clipboard before she takes your vitals.

“I’m going to check your blood pressure and ask you a few questions before I have you change into one of these gowns.”

All you can do is nod your head, listening to her and watching her as she waltzes across the room to grab the sphygmomanometer and walks over to you.

Lifting your arms without hesitation, eyes still not leaving her while she fixes the device to your arm and pumps it full of air. Grabbing her stethoscope and listening for the sounds of your blood rushing through your veins.

Releasing the air before the sound of the Velcro echoes through the room, grabs a pulse oximeter and places it on your finger, and sits down in front of you.

“So you normally go to the other office?”

“Usually, this one’s a little closer to my flat so I figured it might be easier.” voice shaking out of nervousness, worried she might pick up on the way you’re staring at her.

The monitor on your finger beeps and she grabs your hand to read it. The softness of her skin on yours makes you wet, clenching your legs together subtly enough for her to not notice.

It does cause your heart rate to spike, and that doesn’t go unnoticed.

“Well your BPM is a little high…should we try it again?” Giggling at you with an air about her that says she knows exactly what set your heart off.

Bright red grace’s your cheeks, “no no, it’s fine”

“Alright, I’ll step out so you can change.” Leaving as quickly as she came.

—

Stripping and putting the gown on, you sit back up on the table, kicking your feet, and leaning forward with your hands on either side of you. Humming the animal crossing theme while you wait.

A soft knock at the door and a “Are you ready for me?” sends a shiver down your spine.

“Yes, come in!” shouted back through the door, maybe a little too loudly.

You shield your face in embarrassment at the unintentional excitement of seeing her again.

The door swings open and she steps through the threshold, now wearing something different. A black wife pleaser with the same slacks and shoes as before, lab coat in hand.

The tanktop hugs her body in an even better way than the turtle neck, exposing her arm muscles and her cleavage.

“See you tomorrow, Chae! Have a good night!” waving off the cute receptionist, fixated on the way her arms were holding her lab coat up.

Her collarbones were immaculate, leading into smooth and creamy skin of her chest that looked so soft. You were tempted to reach out and touch.

Dr. Hirai turns her attention back over to you, catching you staring another time. She smirks before tossing the lab coat to one of the chairs.

“I’m not going to wear that, it’s too hot in here. I know that’s not exactly professional so I hope you’ll forgive me.” playfully said to you while she walks over to the counter where all her instruments were.

“I promise not to tell.”

“...good at keeping secrets then?” grabbing a pair of gloves from the box on the counter before turning around to face you.

Leaning with her back against the counter, legs crossed and slips one glove on with ease.

“Is there anything I should know about before we get started?” snapping the other glove into place and pushing a tray with instruments on it closer to you before she takes a seat on a small gray stool with wheels and scooting over to you.

“I don’t think so.”

“Alright, well if you think of anything, let me know.” tapping your shin to signal you that she was ready for you to lift your legs up into the stirrups.

Doing exactly that immediately, you almost blush at how fast your response time was. Dr. Hirai smirks for an unknown reason before grabbing a bottle of lube and putting some on her latex covered fingers.

“This might be a little cold but I just want to make sure you’re prepared for what’s to come.” reassuring you.

“You can lay back now.” another ask you listen to immediately, trying to get comfortable enough to pretend like there wasn’t an incredibly hot woman between your legs about to shove her fingers inside you.

The cold gel-like substance is spread along your vulva and entrance with a small tease to your hole.

Feeling her run smooth circles around your sex, her fingers brush over your clit and you jolt at the sensation and you can feel yourself getting wet.

“Sensitive, are we?”

“Maybe just a little”

“Don’t worry, most people are. I’m going to slip a finger in now, is that okay?”  halting her movements to make sure that you were comfortable.

“Yes, that’s fine.” agreeing to the act.

How are you going to act like you’re fine when she is so ethereal and she’s about to have her fingers inside of you?

How are you going to keep your mind from wandering about what her lips would feel like on you?

Red lipstick marks across your neck while she’s knuckle deep in you playing with your cervix.

Feeling her finger enter you, you clench and she freezes. Giving you a second to adjust.

“Are you okay?” another moment of reassurance.

“Yes, I’m fine.” swallowing to try and regulate your shaky voice and your breathing as she continues to push her finger into you.

Feeling the knuckles on her other finger touch you, she starts to smear the lube around inside of you. Feeling pressure on your g-spot, you furrow your brows. Was she…fingering you?

“I know, I know. It’s just to add a little bit of natural lubrication too. Is that okay?”

“Yes”  catching the moan in your throat before it could escape.

“I’m going to add another finger.” this one she slips in without waiting for you to agree, causing you to almost whimper.

“You’re tense.” stoically said to you from between your legs.

“Sorry. I…uhm. I didn’t know that the doctor…I mean..you…would be so…pretty.”

Dr. Hirai lets out the sweetest giggle you’ve ever heard, like music to your ears as she continues to turn and twist her fingers inside of you. Spreading the lubricant around and coating everything she touches.

“That’s cute.” pushing against your g-spot again, this time you do let out a very slight sound that doesn’t go unnoticed.

“What was that?” taunting you, a tone you weren’t expecting her to take.

“Nothing! Nothing.” panicked in your response.

“Sounded like something.” there is now a soft rhythm to the way her fingers are moving.

Feeling the latex of her gloves against you and coated in your slick only makes you enjoy it more, thoroughly drenching her gloves in your essence.

“Alright, I’m going to use the speculum now. It might be uncomfortable but I’ll be as quick as possible.” reaffirming you and letting you know that comfort was her priority.

Dr. Hirai takes the metal device, adds lubricant to it, and slips it inside of you. Involuntarily thrusting your hips down on the cold metal, you hiss at the temperature change, enjoying the iced feeling of the metal being inserted but the good-looking doctor in front of you.

“Seems like we might not have needed that extra lubricant after all.” winking at you before slowly opening the device so she can see your cervix.

Watching her as she removes her hand, you can see a string of your slick attaching her glove to you. This makes you clench around the metal. That also doesn’t go unnoticed.

“You like this, don’t you? Have a thing for doctors?” more teasing and less work now.

She’s got her eyes on you, sliding her fingers together and playing with the slippery mess you left behind on the off-white material.

Dr. Hirai pulls her fingers apart and watches as the slick strings stretch and break between them, smirking while doing so.

“And if I say yes?” challenging her.

Her attention snapping to your face immediately, you get the pleasure of watching her eyes sharpen as she stares daggers into you.

“You know, based on the amount of lubricant you can create with a few small touches, I’d say you’re pretty healthy.” Her hands are now placed on the back of your thighs.

Lifting them up to your chest, the fluorescent lights beaming down on you offers her the view that she *really* wanted.

“I just want to get a good look at what’s inside. One moment please.” holding you in place, making sure you stay exactly where she wants you.

“Everything looks good…but something does seem to be missing…” calmly stated as she looks down and directly into you.

“Can you fix that?” not really caring at what was “missing” just needing her hands to be on you for as long as possible.

“Is that permission to do so?” one eyebrow cocked at you and that same devious smirk from before painted across her face.

“I consent to your terms, *Doctor*.” inflection on the title she had changed her demeanor rapidly.

You are still completely pried open by the device, Dr. Hirai hovers over your entrance and looks right into your eyes.

Keeping eye contact with you, she lets her spit drip right off her tongue and into your pussy.

Feeling the warmth of her saliva deep inside of you sends you reeling. A long, loud, whine following the few gasps made from feeling it trickle down your walls.

Thankfully the receptionist left before this.

“I think we are done with this” tapping on the device and letting the vibrations pleasure you very lightly while you clench around it, absolutely aching for some form of stimulation from her.

“It looks like your muscles are reacting the way they should but I’d like to see that for myself.” removing the device without letting it close all the way, making it sting a little when she takes it out of you.

Aching, you crave the feeling of fullness. Wanting her to be inside of you, you whine-  borderline beg her without using your words.

“Don’t whine.” Stoically stated through gritted teeth.

“Stand up.”

Trying to keep your wits about you, you do as you’re told. Standing up next to the table, legs shaking, when she wheels over to you. Dr. Hirai pats her thigh, instructing you to straddle her.

Finding a comfortable place on her thigh, she grabs your forearms and throws them around her neck so you can have some form of leverage. Placing her hands on your waist, she grabs you harshly and pulls you forward. Gliding across her black slacks leaving a glossy trail of cream and wetness along her flexed thigh.

“Look at how wet you’re getting my pants, darling. I bet you can drench them.” guiding you to grind down on her harder than before.

“Be a good girl and make a mess on me, slut.”

Muffling your moans was hard enough but watching her slacks get soaked from you made it even worse. Whining and whimpering at every pass, rubbing your clit on the soft fabric was adding to your hunger for her.

Your hands still around her neck, one of her hands comes up to pinch your nipples through your gown, already hardened from the rough canvas of the gown rubbing up against them.

“You’re so excited for this, aren’t you?” Watching the way you struggle to compose yourself.

“You’ve been dreaming of this, huh? A doctor touching you like this during an exam? Did you ever think this would happen to you today?”

Shaking your head no, trying to focus on what she was saying instead of the pleasure she was giving you was one of the hardest things you’ve ever tried to do, and you were just trying to not seem too fucked out already but her words fade in and out with each grind against her leg.

“Stop.”

Freezing in place, she guides you to stand up.

“Lay down…now.”

Dr. Hirai watches as you quickly lay down on the table again, placing your heels in the stirrups once more and scooting down so your pussy is close to her.

A darkened laugh leaves her lips, the glare only adds to the pathetic demeanor and desire you held for the authority figure in front of you.

She spits on her latex covered fingers and toys with your clit lightly before slowly pushing her digits into you, feeling the stretch of her fingers was enough to send you spiraling.

Harshly pressing two fingers against your G-spot and watching as you clench around her gloved fingers and squirm underneath her.

“I think you can do a little better, baby. Don’t you?” lowering herself slowly to build anticipation of what was about to happen.

“Is this what you want? Hm?” a single sluggish lick up your clit makes both of you moan.

“You taste so good, angel.”

Moaning at the pet name, you grip her hair and push her down into you. Becoming impatient at the lack of her mouth on you.

“That’s not how you ask for that.”

Her hand flies down and smacks you directly on your clit.

“Count them out.” her tone transformed to something stern, cold, and threatening.

Another sharp swat.

“Two” breathed out, trying not to sound like you like it too much.

Another smack, harsher and more rage filled.

“Three” wincing at the growing sting between your legs.

The next slap was the hardest of them all, splattering your slick on her forearms and your thighs, radiating through your entire body - sparks catching fire to every nerve you have.

“*Fuck*- Four” Gasping and muffling a groan that was stuck in your throat, unwilling to admit how much this was pushing you into a subspace.

“Good girl…you are my good girl, aren’t you?” quizzically spoken to you in a tranquil manner that sent you spiraling, the sweet and aggressive combination was enough to drive you mad.

“J-Just want to be your good girl, Doctor.” Nodding your head aggressively and trying to keep your word steady, you’d let her do whatever she wanted to.

Dr. Hirai’s fingers are still inside of you, pumping in and out much faster than before. Unable to help yourself, you buck your hips with the tempo she’s keeping for you.

“I think maybe we should check your pulse again” keeping her fingers inside of you while she stands, reaching up to wrap your hands around your throat and pulling you up by your neck.

Face to face with you, merely centimeters apart, she just can’t contain herself. Roughly kissing you, forcing her tongue in your mouth and growling into you with primal need.

Dr. Hirai removes her hand from your neck, grabs the collar of the gown and forcefully tugs down, ripping it right down the middle all the way down. Splitting the fabric into two pieces and letting it fall down the sides of the table.

Writhing underneath her touch, you can’t contain the sounds your lungs have been trying to choke back this entire time.

The belligerence in her movements makes you want to spread your legs and let her bruise you from the inside. Your hands are grasping at her, desperately trying to pull her closer to you.

Removing her fingers out of your pussy, she takes her glove off slowly being sure to leave the slick covered side out and in your view.

Walking over to the side of you, she hoists her leg over your thighs and straddles you. Grabbing your neck again, pulling you up so your faces almost touch, she utters a single phrase:

“*Open.”*

Without hesitation, you open your mouth and stick out your tongue. Her hand tightening around your throat, she spits right into your mouth before shoving the cum covered latex into your mouth.

“Maybe this will keep my whore quiet while I use her anyway I want.”

Her hand cocks back only to swing forward and connect with your cheek, the slap makes your ears ring, eyes to water, and your pussy gush, absolutely drenching the leather of the table you were preoccupying.

“The slut likes to be used, doesn’t she?” another slap across the face, this one hard enough for your tears to fly off your cheeks.

Leaning forward to pepper small light pecks down your neck, she takes a moment to admire you before she bites down into your chest, leaving massive bruised bite marks in her wake across your tits and neck.

“We will make sure everyone who sees these marks knows who you belong to, won’t we?”

Letting go of your neck, she gripped you with such force that it left a handprint across the front of your throat. Allowing your airways to clear enough for you to catch your breath and your tears to clear, momentarily.

Dr. Hirai stands and walks over to a locked drawer on the far left of the cabinets meant for tools, medical instruments and sterile objects, unlocking the door and pulling a large strap out of one of the drawers closer to the bottom, along with something else you couldn’t really make out.

Eye widened by not only the length but the girth…was that supposed to go inside you?

“Let’s see how much my slut can really handle.” removing her shirt and tossing it at you so it lands right in between your legs.

While you're staring at the shirt just stripped from her when you hear a faint jingling sound coming from Dr. Hirai across the room. Looking over to find her removing her belt from her slacks before letting the black pants fall to her ankles and hit the floor with a splat, still soaked from your “dry” humping.

She steps out of the trousers and fixes the strap to her waist. Walking over to you while fixing her belt so that it creates two loops, folding it into itself. She motions for you to put your wrists together between the two of you before slipping them over your hands and locking you into submission.

“No fights for me? Are you that much of a slut that you just let any doctor tie you up? Or is this just for me?” Antagonistically grabbing your face, chin resting in her palm, squeezing the sides of your cheeks with aggression.

“I don’t think anyone will touch you but me after today. They’ll know you’re owned, isn’t that right?” Bringing a black collar with pink accents up to your throat and fastening it one notch tighter than it should be.

A matching black leash falls to your side after she closes the latch around the ring on the leather.

Unable to respond, the glove gagging you stopped most coherent phrases from leaving your mouth, not that you were having them.

Watching as she reaches into her bra, pulling out a condom and ripping it open with her teeth. Sliding the blue colored latex onto the strap, up and over the tip and down to the base.

Reaching around her back and unclipping her bra and letting her breast free, you reach out to try and touch them with your hands still bound. She slaps your hand away from her and scowls, picking up your leash and harshly tugging on it.

“Don’t! You don’t have permission for that, slut” the tone of her voice makes you clench around nothing, aching for something- anything from her.

“Tell me, whore. Who do you belong to?” lifting the head of the strap and letting the weight of it slap down on your already swollen clit.

She’s very aware you can’t answer because of the makeshift gag shoved down your throat, she’s intentionally taunting you.

“Look how my toy drips for me” grinding her strap up and admiring the sounds of the ridges sliding up against your slick, dragging the head painfully slow down your folds watching you squirm underneath her.

Lifting your hips up against her, you try to catch the strap with your entrance but her hand pushes you down against the table by your abdomen and tugs on your leash again.

Leaning into you, she pushed the strap against your swollen bud with more force before while maliciously whispering: “Desperate pathetic cum slut can’t even beg it, too busy gagged on my glove covered in her own cum, huh?”

Involuntarily rocking your hips forward from pure need, whimpering, you watch as she pulls the straps harness to the side and starts gathering her own slick on her fingers.

“The sounds you make are so fucking divine, angel. Even being gagged, my whore makes the prettiest sounds” taking the hand Dr. Hirai had between her legs, she pulled the latex out of your mouth only to replace it with her slick covered fingers, forcing them into the back of your throat causing you to gag.

Without warning, she slides her strap into you. Slightly stretching you out as it pushes against your entrance before she slid her fingers from your mouth, down to the collar and grips it hard.

“Please, please, please” begging her to slam into you harshly.

Dr. Hirai takes her gloved hand and swings it down, cruelly slapping your breast, matching the movement she made of slamming into you. Much like her previous slaps, escalating in aggression with each pass.

She grabs your bound hands, bending them at your elbows and pushing them down into your chest to hold you in place. Slithering her torso between your legs and fixing her own elbows on your arms, her hands wrap around your throat on top of your collar, leaving the leash to hang.

“Can you take this, whore? Can you handle my fucking strap?” beginning to jackhammer into you, bruising your cervix more and more with each thrust.

The way her hips rut give a tinge of pain mixed in with the euphoria, Dr. Hirai is grinding into you and holding you down, overpowering you and forcing you to take her deeper and deeper with every single thrust.

The feeling is too overstimulating for you to try and hold back, you’re struggling underneath her and trying to escape the sensations, practically screaming under her.

“Fucking hold still!” Dr. Hirai pulls out of you entirely, hitting every single sweet spot inside you and causing you to squirt all over her stomach and thighs, a surprise orgasm even you didn’t see coming.

“Did you just cum without permission?!” Anger in her eyes, brows furrowed as she snarls the phrase.

*Uh oh.*

Scoffing at your body’s act of defiance, she violently flips you over so you are face down on the table. Feeling her lift your hips, she holds your ass up by the waist.

Getting up on the table with you, scooting you forward so she has room to kneel behind you.

A thick *smack* rings out, one after another after another before you can even register that she’s smacking your ass. Trying to turn your head to see her, she palms the back of your head and slams you back down into the table.

“Don’t *fucking* move.” hand firmly pushing you down into the table, you groan at the feeling of the dripping strap between your legs grazing your clit so gently, it takes everything you have not to thrust your hips down on it.

Feeling the head of the strap touch your folds, her fingers press down on your clit and start circling at a steady pace before she dips the tip into you and pulls out again, pulling your leash taut while she does it.

Elastic snaps a few times behind you, turning you head slightly you see the blue condom on her fingers before she brings them back to your cunt, circling your clit again before slamming into you once more.

The gasp you let out from the borderline excruciating feeling of being stretched. The thickness of the strap slipping in and out of you was almost too much to bear, pain and pleasure mixing into a deliciously messy cocktail and dripping everywhere.

“No cumming until I say so, understand?” feeling the second one building up already, you know she’s planning on dragging it out and making you suffer.

The feeling of her rubbing your clit and the strap hitting your G-spot was enough to throw you overboard.

No thoughts only Dr. Hirai and the way she’s ruining you from the inside out.

Her teeth dig into your back, leaving more bruises along your spine when you feel her pick up her pace even more.

Labored efforts push it as deep as it would go, she’s huffing into your skin and making it hard for you to control yourself.

“Please, can I cum? Please let me fucking cum!” begging for permission you knew you weren’t going to get.

Dr. Hirai pulls out of you completely, removes her hands from you, and slaps your clit so hard you jump and yanks so hard on your leash that you gag.

“Cum around my strap then, whore!” bottoming out completely inside of you.

Seeing stars, almost blacking out, you gush around her strap - drenching her and everything around the both of you.

The rapturous orgasm takes every bit of energy you have, turning heat into relaxation and horny-ness into a sleepy aftermath.

The only thing is, Dr. Hirai didn’t stop. Continuously thrusting into you at a deadly pace, overstimulating every part of your body to the point of pain.

“Wait…wai-”

“Shut the fuck up and sit still like a good whore. You aren’t finished until you’re bred full, do you fucking understand me, bitch?” holding you down with all her strength and slapping your ass as hard as she can for pushing back.

Unable to help yourself, you writhe underneath her. Dr. Hirai has had enough of your brattiness it would seem so she leans back and grabs something off the tray.

Laying all her weight on top of you, you feel something cold across your neck.

“I said, Dont. Fucking. Move.”

Pumping into you furiously with something at your throat, you try to hold as still as possible while she uses you like a toy. Hearing her panting behind you, you can tell she’s close.

“Need. To. F-Fill. My favorite. *Fu-uck-ing.* Toy. Need to. Breed. What’s. ***Mine.***” ****the breathy voice and her strokes in and out of you make you clench around her strap, making it hard for her to thrust.

One of her hands leaves you for a moment and when it’s placed back where it was, there’s a chill of bulbous plastic between her palm and your skin. Pushing it down as she thrusts into you…you now realize what’s happening.

That’s when you feel it, the warmth hitting your cervix and filling you as she came, squeezing the pump to fill you. Feeling it drip out of you was comparable to heaven, it has you gasping and cumming around her for the third time on this “normal” doctor's visit.

Both of you just trying to catch your breath, you hear metal clattering on the floor. Looking over to find a scalpel spinning from the inertia of being dropped from the lifted table.

“Did you hold a fucking scalpel to my throat?” glaring back at her, wide eyed and suddenly wet again.

“Maybe I did, but you loved it didn’t you, Mrs. Hirai?”

Completely gobsmacked at what your wife had just done, not thinking she’d ever go through with the one kink she’d always been so apprehensive about. All you can do is smile at her, knowing that she wanted to please you in any way she could.

“And an ejaculating strap too? Trying to satiate that breeding kink of yours or what?” Giggled out at she lays those feather light pecks on your collar bone.

“Maybe…or maybe I just wanted to claim you even more, hm?” Resting her head on your chest and lightly pushing her hips forward to press against your cervix again.

“So what do you want for dinner, baby?” She asks as you play with some of the locks of hair that loosened from her bun.

Suddenly she stand and starts pulling out of you, watching the cum leak out and humming with pride at the mess she’s made.

“Hot pot?” suggested through your clenched teeth, the emptiness you feel is louder than any other urge your body has.

The feeling of Momo pulling her strap out of you made you want to go another round and fight the hunger and sleep that was rearing its head.

“Sounds good, baby. Let me just…clean up a little. I didn’t expect you to make such a mess on this new strap.”

“How can I not when my beautiful wife is the one who’s wearing it?” winking at her seductively.

Momo giggles at you, rolling her eyes before kissing your forehead and going to get some sanitizer to clean up the mixture of fluids that you’d left all over the ground, the table, and most surfaces.

When she returns, she sets it all down and reaches out for you, pulling you into a hug and just holds you for a moment.

“Thank you for always being such a good girl for me, baby.” laying sweet pecks all over your cheeks and jaw.

“You did so good for me.” kissing you on the lips and beaming at you, strap still attached to her.

Meanwhile, your legs are jelly and your eyes are heavy. Your stomach growls at her loudly.

“And…when we get home from dinner I’ll make you a bath, just how you like.” Quickly starting to mop and disinfect the floor to rush, knowing you’re hungry after all she just put you through.

“And if you’re good at dinner…I’ll ruin you again when we get home.” Winking and continuing to clean up.

Slipping your clothes back on, you can help but admire your beautiful wife as she washes your cum off the floor.

Giggling at that thought, you walk up to her and lean into her. Momo smiles, pausing what she’s doing, and rests her head on yours before kissing it lightly.

“Maybe not ruin” the soreness is starting to creep in.

“Oop” Momo holds in a laugh, knowing she did well was something she always wanted.

“I’m a little sore…maybe just…” wedging yourself between her and the table she just devoured you on.

Grabbing her hands and tugging her close, you can feel her smile as your lips connect again gently.

“…something a little softer, hm?” Another light peck and a smile from her.

“Whatever you want, my love.” Momo tilts your head up with her fingers and kisses you one last time before continuing on her cleaning spree.

It didn’t take long for her to be finished and dressed again. This time in sweat pants she must’ve brought over to work with her this morning.

“Nice pants.” Winking at her and grabbing her hand as you walk through the building to the front door.

“Thanks. I had on some slacks earlier but someone made a mess on them.” Looking over at you and nudging you with her elbow.

Giggling as you get to the car, you can’t help but swoon at her.

The perfect wife…

And a damn good doctor.

[kannaexe]

ᯓ★ CHERRY BLOSSOM KISSES — p.sh (MASTERLIST)

박셍훈 x f! reader

strangers to lovers, (kind of)photographer! sunghoon, angst, smut, slow burn, mentions of depression, implied self harm, non idol au, reader does not have a good relationship with family, mentions of death, mentions of soul-tie, sunghoon was in a borderline mentally abusove relationship prior to meeting the reader, ꩜ unprotected sex (wrap before you tap!), sunghoon masturbates A LOT to the thought of the reader (after they get to know each other), protected sex, oral (m and f receiving), crying during sex (reader and hoon), soft dom! sunghoon, sub/dom dynamics, sunghoon is honestly really desperate, lot's of skinship (sexual and non-sexual), hoon is a yearner (constant boner alert), lot's and lot's of kissing, clit stimulation, cream pie, riding, missionary, lots of aftercare, heavy use of petnames (pretty girl, my heart, muse, baby, sweetheart), lots of pussy eating, nipple play.

⤑ as the story continues, each chapter will have their own warnings and then will be updated here

kiki's note - minors / ageless / blank blogs will be blocked. please have an age listed if you want to interact with this fic!! this is my first ever fic!!! i really hope you guys enjoy this as much as i do, after literally writing this for months i'm very excited for it to be out. much love my angels!!!

۶ৎ ch. 1 vanilla lattes & spring beginnings

۶ৎ ch. 2 tbr

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the day began like any other. raindrops dripping down the window of your small apartment, the sound of the dishwasher humming in the kitchen the only thing present in the small space of your studio apartment. 

spring had begun, thank god. it was the only time of year you felt peace, the time of year that felt the most normal. when things were bad, but not horrible. the cherry blossoms on the tree in front of your apartment complex had begun blooming. a reminder that even when things wither away and die, they can still come back, either beautifully or just as ugly as they left. 

it was like that with some things. ugly. 

but as you walked down the street to the cafe you worked at in seoul, things seemed almost normal. normal in the sense that you had the same routine. wake up. go to work. maybe go out for drinks with your friend. go home. repeat. 

the smell of freshly baked cookies and espresso filled your nose as you entered the dimly lit cafe. it was still early in the morning but your boss yeji had her usual smile plastered on her cheeks. “hi! did you get here ok? it’s been raining.” she smiled as she cleaned the espresso machine probably for the second time since she got there. 

you put your bag in the staff room and came back out to help her set up the store for the day. “yeah, didn’t have any issues coming” you said back as you cleaned off a chair. 

you wiped the counter down for the third time, the same circular motion more out of habit than need. the bell above the door chimed, but you didn’t look up. it was still too early–too early for regulars, too early for anything else but the hum of the espresso machine wiring up and the soft kpop yeji playing in the background. 

suddenly the footsteps stopped in front of the counter, “one vanilla latte, please.”

TO BE CONTINUED...

[greenwitchfromthewoods]

Right Beside Me. [chapter 2] l Harry Castillo

Harry Castillo x f!reader

bio : You and Harry had been friends for a few years. When he told you about his plans, despite your concerns, you supported him in his decision. Later, you were there for him as he tried to find his way in a new situation, when he was looking for the love he had always dreamed of. You were looking for the same thing too… But maybe you were both looking in the wrong places?

warnings: spoilers! If you haven't seen the movie The Materialists and don't want to know the plot, skip this story; friends to lovers; self-doubt; complexes and low self-esteem; alcohol; tears; Lucy appears; argument; Reader in poor mental health

a/n : .

your feedback is very important to me and I want to thank you for all the reblogs, comments and likes. I secretly hope you like this story.🖤 sorry for all the mistakes

[my masterlist] [Harry Castillo masterlist] [Right Beside Me. - masterlist]

Harry Castillo had achieved his goal – he'd been noticed. Wherever he went, he felt women's eyes on him and knew he was now a good match for them.

For the next few weeks, he went out at night. He met friends, flirted with women, and notes with phone numbers ended up in the bottom of his pockets. He felt the same way he did when he got his driver's license or could legally buy alcohol. Everything was new and better than before.

He hadn't forgotten you, but your relationship had noticeably diminished. You felt awkward when you went out to dinner with him one day and you sensed the girl sitting a few tables away with her boyfriend looking at Harry, clearly trying to get his attention. Being a third wheel wasn't at the top of your priorities, so you started making excuses to avoid seeing Harry.

He didn't notice. His new life had completely consumed him.

Although you clearly felt his absence, you were happy that he had what he so desperately wanted. Harry's height had always been a huge complex for him. Although he was a wonderful, intelligent, and charming man, his love life wasn't exactly a success, and you thought that was terribly unfair. Now you watched him live life to the fullest.

Mary placed the coffee mug on your desk and then leaned against it, watching you work. Your eyes were practically glued to the monitor, and you barely managed to utter a quiet, "Thanks." It had been that way for weeks.

"Harry hasn't visited us in a while," she finally said, pushing back her black hair. "Is he okay?"

"Yes, I think so," you replied, continuing your work. Mary nodded.

“And… Is everything okay between you two?”

You glanced at her briefly, a slight frown appearing between your brows. “Yes, why do you ask?”

Mary shrugged and took a sip from her coffee mug. “He doesn’t come over to your place after work. You don’t go out. I thought you were friends.”

You stopped for a moment, and an image of Harry flashed before your eyes. It had been over three weeks and several messages since you last saw him. You couldn’t even remember what he’d texted you about, or if you’d even replied.

But Mary continued. “You know, I saw him yesterday. At one of the pubs I used to go to with Jack. Is he seeing someone?”

“I don’t know. Maybe.” You felt a strange tingling sensation throughout your entire body. “Why do you ask?”

She shrugged again. “He was flirting with some woman, and I thought you… You know.” Seeing your surprised look, she quickly explained, "He was always so nice when he came here. You seemed happy in his company."

"I was, but he's just my friend. If he was flirting, then great. Harry should find a nice girl who would really appreciate him."

"Okay." Mary took another sip. "That's funny." She snorted, shaking her head. "But I didn't think he was that tall."

You hadn't told her Harry's secret, but after that conversation, your thoughts kept wandering to him. Harry's absence was clearly felt, which was why you pulled out your phone after leaving work.

"So, how are things going with you and Amy?"

"Amy?" Harry scratched the back of his neck and stared down at his drink. "I'm dating Kate now."

"Oh."

"Oh" was the perfect response to many of the things Harry had said to you that evening. You finally managed to meet at a small, intimate restaurant and get a booth. He looked different. Like someone at the top of his game and in perfect shape. Unlike you.

"Sorry." You rubbed your eyebrows, clearly confused. "I was thinking about Amy... But okay. So how's Kate?"

"Okay, I guess. She's nice," he replied. "Actually, I'll see her later."

"Oh."

You quickly glanced at your watch, wondering how much more time he had allotted you. A sinking feeling filled your stomach.

"What about you? Maybe we could go out for dinner this weekend? You could meet Kate."

"I'm sorry, but Matt bought two theater tickets and..."

Harry's dark eyes widened. Had he missed something?

"Matt?" he repeated, surprised.

You took a sip of your drink, feeling the sweet liquid fill your mouth. It gave you a moment of respite. You finally spoke. "Yes, Matt. The same one for weeks."

You hadn't considered how your words would sound, but from Harry's reaction, you knew he might be offended. He shifted on the sofa.

"Not like me, huh?"

Without thinking, you grabbed his hand. "That's not what I meant, Harry." He nodded halfheartedly. "Really. Jesus, I'm sorry."

He raised his hand, signaling you to stop. "You know, I didn't think the fact that I was finally a good match would bother you."

"Wh-what?"

"Is it bad that I finally have the chance to choose, instead of waiting for someone to choose me? I thought you cared."

You looked at him as if seeing him for the first time, and in a completely different light. You'd known Harry Castillo for years, but the man only had his face. You swallowed before deciding to speak. 

"I care, Harry. You know that," you said quietly, your hand, which had been holding his for a moment, returning to your end of the table. "You misunderstood my words. I didn't mean to… I didn't think… Never mind."

You leaned back in your chair, suddenly feeling completely exhausted. This whole situation, this meeting, had been a complete disaster. In an instant, you wanted to go back to your apartment and leave it all behind.

Harry saw the discouragement written all over your face. Despite everything, he'd hoped you'd still support him, that as his friend, you'd offer him advice or be involved in his life in some way. Instead, he felt you'd drifted away from him, and he didn't know what to do about it. He'd forgotten about Matt. This was probably the same guy you'd once dated. But Harry didn't think you'd continue dating. You didn't mention it to him. Or did you?

Deep in his memory, he tried to dredge up some information, something you might have said or written. He felt increasingly foolish, realizing he only knew the name and nothing else about the man you were dating. Finally, something dawned on him.

"He works in finance, right?"

You glanced at him. "No," you replied calmly. "In advertising."

"Oh, right." Harry nodded. "Damn, sorry, sweetheart. I've been a bit busy lately. Too much going on."

"Sure, I get it."

A painful lump formed in your throat as you felt ignored by someone so close. This had never happened to you before, not with Harry, and you didn't know how to deal with it. The atmosphere at the table grew awkward, and Harry noticed you glancing at your watch. The rift between you was clear.

"Peter's engaged," Harry announced unexpectedly. You looked at him with mild interest, but it was something. "He met Charlotte through Adore. They do matchmaking."

"Oh." You raised your eyebrows. "And it worked?"

"Apparently." Harry smiled. "His parents are thrilled. They met shortly after the procedure. Love at first sight."

"That's rare, but congratulations." You took a sip of your drink. "My friend from work recently got married. It's a bit unfathomable, don't you think?" Harry looked at you questioningly, so you continued. "I mean, I don't know if I'm cut out for it. I don't mind monogamy, but I don't know if anyone would want to commit to me forever. Until death do us part."

You both chuckled. "I think you're definitely someone's dream come true. You're too hard on yourself." Harry replied, "But I'm wondering... Maybe I'll use their services too. What do you think?"

You shrugged. "I thought you were in top form right now. You said Kate was nice."

"Yes, but I don't know if that's what I'm looking for in a partner."

You looked at Harry with interest, asking, "So what are you looking for?"

He thought for a moment, swirling his drink in his hands. "Soulmates? Someone who will be there for you no matter what, through thick and thin. Someone who will listen and with whom silence won't be scary. Someone I can laugh with and share common goals. Is that silly?"

You shook your head, and Harry felt your expression soften. "I think we're all looking for the same thing. Just maybe in the wrong places."

After that evening, Harry felt like a splinter had been planted in his mind. The look in your eyes, what you'd said, all of it kept replaying in his head. When Kate said she wanted to focus on herself, he hadn't cared at all. He had a ton of work that consumed most of his time, but when he returned to his apartment, you filled his head again.

You exchanged a few messages, but they were nothing more than polite phrases or sentences like, "We have to meet up," "There's that movie you were talking about at the cinema. It looks interesting." "A new restaurant is opening nearby, we should check it out." You were drifting away from him; he could feel it and see it.

For the past few weeks, you'd felt like you were in the eye of a storm. Work had consumed your entire life. When you got home, all you had the energy to do was shower, grab a quick bite to eat, and fall into bed. But it wasn't the kind of exhaustion you could overcome with sleep. Physically and mentally, you were feeling worse and worse.

Yes, you missed Harry, but what you really missed was someone you could fall apart with, tell him you were exhausted, that you wanted to hide under a blanket and stay there forever, or at least a month.

Matt was genuinely kind when he tried to comfort you, but he was also consumed with work. His company was receiving tons of orders, and they were fighting for every customer. You felt it was simply unfair to burden him with your problems.

You were behind on groceries, laundry, cleaning, dentist appointments, and even texting. Your life was a chaos, and you were trying to keep yourself afloat, even though it was difficult.

Your brain hadn't even processed Lucy's appearance.

Lucy was beautiful. Harry noticed that immediately. She was also intelligent, and talking to her was truly enjoyable. She perfectly met all his expectations. This conviction blossomed within him over the next few weeks. He wrote to you about Lucy, even proposed a double date, but his message went unanswered.

And then came the breakup.

Something Harry hadn't expected. Not since he'd already chosen an engagement ring. But Lucy was right. There was no love between them, only an arrangement, and that couldn't work.

He needed you. You were the first person who came to mind that night, and the only one who stayed in his mind after returning from Iceland. Not everyone would be willing or able to accept him in such a bad state. You knew how to handle that. God, you knew how to handle anything.

He returned down the same hallway as before. The soft carpet muffled his footsteps. A woman who had emerged from one of the rooms looked at him with a smile, but Harry continued walking.

"Harry?"

He turned, spotting a familiar face. Mary was heading toward him, her expression a mixture of curiosity and surprise.

"Oh, hi," he greeted. "I came for..."

"I know," she interrupted, clutching the files she was carrying to her chest. "But she's not here."

He frowned. "She's not here? Did she go home?"

A look of sadness crossed Mary's beautiful face. "You don't know anything?" she asked. He didn't need to answer, because she saw it in his eyes. "She hasn't worked here for almost two weeks."

"What happened?"

Mary glanced down the hall where other staff members had appeared, nodded to Harry, and together they headed in the opposite direction. Her voice was quiet, but her nervousness was clear.

"It was a difficult time for her," she said. "I kept telling her to rest, to take it easy, but you know how she is. Finally, she couldn't take it anymore... After one of the hardest days, she quit. I haven't spoken to her much since; she hasn't replied to my messages." They stopped in front of the reception desk, where Mary finally looked at Harry with concern. "You really didn't know anything? You're friends, right?"

Harry swallowed, feeling as if something heavy had been placed on his shoulders. He knew nothing. Something had been happening to you for weeks, and he knew nothing.

"I..." he began, but had to clear his throat. "I'll go see her. I'll see if she's okay."

Mary nodded. "Please ask her to let me know she's okay. I'm worried."

"Sure, I'll tell her."

This was definitely not what he expected when he arrived at your office. As soon as he left, he picked up the phone and dialed your number, but as expected, it went to voicemail. He had to meet you in person; he had no other choice.

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[occasionalobjects]

Day 40!!!!!

I love wagyuscale yaaaaaay yaaaaaaaay!!!!!! I wrote a whole speech about them because I know people love to jump to conclusions so. read it if u wanna! :point_down:

Wagyuscale is a very complex ship to me. It's less of a romantic ship and more of a queer platonic relationship at its best, and it originally started for me as a crack ship. Around the time that the q&a came out, when it was said Dragonscale was an age regressor, it made me think about her a lot. 

Upon one of numerous rereads, I thought about how Invisible portrayed Wagyu, and how he probably didn't have a great childhood either (this was before Reflection was released). I liked to imagine a world where there was no apocalypse and everyone lived closer together, purely for fluff. I loved the idea of Ghost being their caregiver, and it was a silly little idea in the back of my mind for a while. White Noise came out, and it just cemented my love for the pairing even more. I wanted them to be happy and play.

And then came Lone Bandit… I was never ever expecting them to interact in canon in a positive or even semi positive way, so it was so exciting to see. Wagyu’s initial disdain turned clinginess to Dragonscale…. It made me so happy. My love for Wagyuscale just got bigger!

Another thing that contributed to this was the amount of dreams I had (and still have) where I was either Wagyu or Dragonscale in some sort of relationship with the other- friends, queer platonic, lovers, enemies, every time it happened it made me think about them even more. I have incredibly vivid dreams, so it was easy to insert myself into the scenario and it became my favorite ship because of that. It's not so canon adjacent, but I'm just here to have fun. I'm agender myself so I often project that onto Wagyu since I get to be him the most often in my dreams. Wagyuscale is yuri to me if it's even romantic in the first place. Every flavor of the ship is wonderful to me.

Even though she isn't in the ship name, I don't think it would be complete without Ghost being there in some capacity. She is like the mediator… They would get into too many silly arguments otherwise. Without her it is easier to push into the purely enemies or rivals category. 

Tldr; I like Wagyuscale because I dream a lot about them. I don't view it as romantic all the time, and when i do I'm heavily projecting myself and my agenderness onto Wagyu. They are my yuri. 

(ps, if you by any means disagree with what I said or just don't like seeing the ship, please don't hesitate to block or mute me! No hard feelings, take care of yourselves! <3)

[wingedcat13]

I didn’t think I’d ever be the one posting one of these, but that’s about par for the course of life, isn’t it?

The long and short of it is I’m drowning in vet bills this month, and could use a kick or two to be able to eat. Full story and pictures of kitties under the cut.

TW for mention of animal death (old age)

Today I turn 26. It’s the first birthday I can really remember without an irritable little ball of black fluff more or less attached to my hip - the cat I begged and pleaded for back in 2008, part of a litter of barn cats at my aunt’s stables.

We first called her ‘Midnight’ - my cousin and I, unsure of her gender or what else to name the only black cat in a litter of silvers and oranges. Her mother had decided the best place for her kittens was my aunt’s garage, until they got old and brave enough to reach the barn on their own.

Then they got into the walls; a story for another time.

When we brought her home, I renamed her Indy-Lou. Indy after a horse (Indigo) and ‘Lou’ At the end because it felt Appropriately Southern for Georgia, and just sounded right. She’d be called some variation of ‘Indy’ or ‘Lou Lou’ for the rest of her life, with occasional variations like ‘specific kissy noise pattern I can’t transcribe’ or ‘Princess Poofy Pants’ for her truly impressive built-in pantaloons.

My girl got me through two parental divorces, Covid, my own near-death illness, college, moving halfway across the country, and even getting married - but once she knew I was settled and good, she took her rest, and for that I can’t blame her. The Fourth of July will always be a celebration of her, for me.

But that left us (my wife and I) in a bit of a lurch financially, with vet bills we can only very barely afford, especially when our youngest cat has come down with a UTI immediately afterwards. Mouse is only about a year old, discovered in our apartment complex’s laundry room only a few months ago.

To be clear - Indy is already gone, and Mouse will get the care she needs. This is not to guilt people into trying to save animals who are well cared for. It’s offered here as explanation for why I’m requesting help, for the humans who care for them, because we won’t shirk our duty to our fur babies, even if it risks our ability to eat this month.

So I come to Tumblr, with a question for those who’ve said they’d love a chance to pay for my work - is this a chance at a good time?

(Thank you for reading, even if you cannot donate yourself. I’m glad to know others will know something about Indy, the black cat in the attached pictures, and poor Mousekers, the gray tabby)

[flyndragon]

ok so we all know that SBS assigning nuclear family roles to the strawhats is wrong and bad. here's the real deal:

Luffy: Middle Child:The sort of middle child that just has no idea what family dynamics is, and is thus unaffected by birth order. Is he a little stupid? Maybe. Is he the sweetest cuddliest little lovebug? yes. Everyone's secret favorite because he himself doesn't have a favorite. The type of family member who would grow up and never get a real job, but gosh darn it nobody really cares.

Zoro: Eldest Child: Has got that intense sense internally that they are solely responsible for the well being of the rest of the family. Feels he has to be the 'serious' one. Will hold other people to their promises and responsibilities without being asked to do so, but doesn't really share his own inner world.

Nami: Dad: Navigator means she's a little? bit driving this metophorical bus and she WOULDNT have to ask for Directions but if she needed too? Also Money. I think canonically gives everyone else an allowance. If the Sunny had a thermostat you know she'd be watching that motherfucker like a Hawk.

Usopp: Middle Child pt. 2: The sort of middle child who DID develop a complex about it. Invested all their energy into standing out by being a class clown to get attention but still sometimes feels like they have no role in the family, despite being very much loved

Sanji: Mom: Holy shit Sanji is the most mom-coded man I've ever read. Yes he do the cookin', yes he do the cleanin', ect ect, but wow It does deeper than that. His mind is always on everyone else safety but more mom-ish, their needs. I would not put it past him to break out a wet wipe and scrubbing if someone a spot on their nose.

Chopper: Youngest Child: Obvious. He's Baby. The specific brand of youngest where they're also a massive over achiever. Like you didn't need to go that hard baby. Everyone already loves you.

Robin: Weird Aunt, Weird Aunt!!: Sorry that Oda is so wrong but she is not a mom. She is so obviously the cool aunt all the teenagers like. Works in academia. Lets the kids watch scary movies. Gives out slightly too much sugar, then tells them that the sugar will rot your teeth out. She is an adams family relative, put some respect on her name!

Franky: Uncle: just your normal uncle. Has 5 jobs and a cool car/motorcycle that he maintains himself. He is King of the local makerspace, and everyone comes to him when they need to borrow a drill press or w/e and hes genuinely kind while he guides them through using it. Comes to every family occasion dressed inappropriately, no matter what the occasion.

Brook: Old man that nobody knows how they're Related: Is he a grandparent? a Friend of your grandparent? A grand-cousin thrice removed? At this point nobody knows and everyone enjoys his presence at parties and cookouts too much to ask

Jinbe: grand-uncle: He's a boring community college professor and then you learn that he spent most of his 20s in jail for being a civil rights leader. Also for throwing bricks at cops

[laurelwen]

Media: Double Trouble: Like Minds

by Rjurik Davidson, Metro Magazine #151, Jan 2006

A BIG thanks to @neuroticspiral, who obtained this article through uni library access. And let this be a reminder that if you are still in uni, you have access to so much published material that is locked away behind paywalls for the rest of us. You will miss that availability when you graduate, so enjoy it while you can! Obviously, these articles are under copyright, but today you are all my students and we are here for academic purposes.

This author make a few good points (keep reading for the bit about Eddie and Tom's eyes), but he also, I think, missed the point a few times. Full text of the article after the cut.

Double Trouble: Like Minds

17-YEAR-OLD ALEX FORBES (EDDIE REDMAYNE) SITS IN A POLICE INTERVIEW ROOM CALMLY. HE RADIATES A SUBTLE INTELLIGENCE, INDICATING THAT HE IS IN CONTROL OF THE SITUATION. NOT AT ALL THE REACTION OF A BOY WHO HAS JUST BEEN ARRESTED FOR THE MURDER OF HIS BEST FRIEND. 

BY RJURIK DAVIDSON

What could have driven this innocent-looking youth to murder, or is he, as he claims, innocent? This is the question that forensic psychologist Sally Rowe (toni Collette) must answer. The interview process, together with Rowe’s own investigation, forms the first storyline of Like Minds.  The second storyline, which is the heart of the narrative, is intercut with the first.  It is Alex's retelling of the macabre and disturbing events that led to the murder of Nigel (Tom Sturridge).

In this story, Nigel arrives at a prestigious boarding school and becomes Alex's new roommate. Nigel is brooding and quiet.  He spends his time alone, dissecting animals and writing in voluminous notebooks.  He is, to the other boys, a freak. But he’s a freak who slowly draws Alex into his fantasy world, a world dominated by the history of the Knights Templar, the murder of the heretical Christians known as the Cathars, and the Templar myth of Maraclea.  According to this myth, Maraclea was the true love of one of the Knights Templar.  Before they could be married, she died tragically.  Devastated, he dug up her dead body and made love to it.  Nine months later, the knight was summoned to the grave, and on opening the coffin found that the body’s head had been moved beneath its hips and its thigh bones crossed, (the origin of the sign of the skull and crossbones, Nigel tells us).  This myth becomes central to Nigel’s gradual entrapment of Alex, and a ghoulish replay of the myth brings the story to a climax.

But it is more than a question of entrapment, for it seems that Alex himself has awakened these dark fantasies in Nigel: they have entered into a Gestalt relationship, in which ‘the whole is more important than the sum of its parts’.  Gestalt psychology is the true and central subject

of Like Minds.  Alex cannot help being dragged into Nigel’s fantasy world.  He finds himself agreeing to secret rendezvous, reading Nigel’s histories of the Templars and the Cathars, and taking on his friend’s obsessions.  It is as if Nigel is in his mind and can read his thoughts.  As

writer-director Gregory Read explains: 

There is a big misconception about psychopaths. The majority of psychopaths are not killers at all.  They are out there functioning in society, maybe in a very dysfunctional way but still, they are not necessarily dangerous.  I thought, what happens if we put two potentially ‘normal’ psychopaths together in a close environment? Could they trigger something in each other?’  

Filmed alternately in Yorkshire (the boarding school scenes), Adelaide (the police interview scenes), and New South Wales (the train scenes), the film is a macabre psychological thriller whose interest in Gestalt psychology is mirrored in its very structure, in which both storylines

resonate with each other.  At times the complexity of Like Minds strains and even ruptures its own bounds.  There are moments when the sheer amount of conceptual information threatens to overwhelm the viewer.  What, we ask, is the relationship of all this – the Templars, the myth of Maraclea, Gestalt psychology, the fact that almost all the adult males belong to a club apparently descended from the templars – to the story of the two boys?  But if this is a weakness it is also a redeeming feature: better a film be too complicated than thin and empty.  Read’s aim was to:

... think of it more in terms of a psychological puzzle, one which the audience can piece together.  With this in mind it was imperative that all the pieces were carefully defined, allowing the audience to read the clues through the story, and draw their own conclusion in retrospect.

Nevertheless, it doesn’t quite hold together.  The adult male club, for example, sits in the background threatening but never actually coming into play.  Nor is it exactly clear, by the film’s end, of what happened, and more importantly, what the motivations of the characters were.  The viewer is left to backtrack through the scenes to try to reassess.  The script also sometimes falls into the awkward error of transmitting chunks of information through dialogue.  Some of these moments form the film’s low points, as characters become mere mouthpieces for information or discourses about history.  The film is thus reminiscent of adaptations of novels for the screen, which so often fall into the same difficulties.

The history of Knights Templar is, in the wake of The Da Vinci Code, not exactly original material (though the myth of Maraclea and the history of the Cathars chart more original territory).  Neither is the boarding-school psychological thriller exactly unfamiliar.  Notions of half-forgotten histories, of secret clubs and the power of mythology, are common in the literature of the macabre, and at moments the film suffers from a disconcerting sense of déja vu.  What originality it shows lies in its combination of these elements.

Like Minds is distinguished by strong direction with great attention to the mise-en-scène.  The film makes great use of the brooding Yorkshire landscape with its muted light and bleak weather.  Director of Photography Nigel Bluck says: 

The Yorkshire scenery was great.  The starkness of the leafless trees and the muted colours, the soft low English light, the classical stone architecture and the atmosphere of the snow were perfect for the mood we were trying to create in the film.

Adding to this is a nicely underplayed and moody score by Carlo Giacco, which works well with the direction.  Giacco composed the music so that there were:

... no cues where the music heralds what’s going to happen.  It follows rather than flags what is occurring dramatically.  The element of surprise works to great effect in the film throughout and it was important not to pre-empt that musically.

Without doubt there are some strong performances, most notably those of Eddie Redmayne and Toni Collette.  Redmayne is a young actor to watch.  Though this is only his first feature film, he captures the character of Alex with subtle verisimilitude. Director Read claims that ‘I wanted to find someone who had the eyes.  The casting was all about the eyes.’  This, however, proves to be truer of Tom Sturridge’s portrayal of Nigel.  Rather, Eddie Redmayne’s facial expressions as a whole carry his performance.  Indeed, this is no easy task considering the occasionally clunky dialogue, yet it is one he carries off with aplomb.  Collette, meanwhile creates a consummately professional performance from rather thin material, while Richard Roxburgh is less convincing as police officer Martin McKenzie, though the part offers probably the least potential for dramatic variation.  Here again, the film suffers from over-complexity. Roxburgh and Collette’s characters have apparently once had some kind of romantic relationship, a fact referred to only once or twice.  In this, as in various other elements, Read might have done better to strip out a character or two and simplify the film.  A 110-minute feature can only bear so many ingredients.

Like Minds is not, in the end, a ground-breaking film. Its key concerns – what is psychopathology?  What makes a psychopath? – will be familiar to most viewers.  Its interest in medieval history likewise has the touch of the familiar about it, even if some of the specifics are original. For a part-Australian film it does chart some new territory, delving into the sub-genre of the psychological thriller where recent Australian staples have been comedies or relationship dramas. Never boring, what carries the film is its satisfying pace, strong direction, well-planned mise-en-scène and strong performances.  It’s a film that shows that Gregory Read has talent, which should develop beyond this promising but unremarkable first feature.

Rjurik Davidson is a freelance writer and editor. He has taught at Victoria University, RMIT and La Trobe University. 

For additional reading, please see: [Like Minds Masterpost - Main]

This article appeared in the same magazine issue as the previously posted "Macabre Myths and Psychological Puzzles."

[a-bad-case-of-the-stephs]

I really want to read some good Steph comics but when I look up reading lists there’s a lot to sift through, what starter comics do you recommend? Which are your favorites?

Thanks for the ask!

When it comes to starter Steph comics, I’d recommend starting where she starts, Detective #647-649, her first appearances ever! Besides that, I also think the retelling of her backstory in Secret Origins 80 Page Giant is absolutely worth a read when you’re trying to get familiar with Steph’s character! It has a lot of small detail and goes into her motivations in a really fun way. It also has the most comprehensive view we have of Steph’s childhood and it’s just a great comic in general!

I totally get that it can be overwhelming to see a big list of issues and orders but I hope that doesn’t discourage you from trying to read Steph! She’s got plenty of stories which are really just gems, and she can be such a fun character.

On my personal favorite issues, I have a ton that I absolutely recommend checking out, which I’ve listed in another similar ask but I’ll also write out a few and a brief synopsis so you can get an idea about which you might want to check out:

- Spoiler/Huntress: Blunt Trauma

Takes place during Cataclysm, where a major earthquake has hit Gotham City. Stephanie as Spoiler teams up with the Huntress to try to save some lives. Cute and fun art, goes into the moral complexity and motivations of Steph’s vigilantism, and is a single issue, so a fairly quick read for Steph’s early Spoiler era.

- Gotham Knights (2000) #22 and #37

Both of these are absolute essentials when it comes to one of (to me) Steph’s most interesting relationships, her dynamic with Bruce Wayne. #22 takes place when Steph has pretty much just been allowed to finally join Bruce’s team, and has started to be trained by him. A really fun issue written by the talented Devin Grayson. Not required at all to read #22, but I do really recommend checking out Gotham Knights #18 before #22 to get an idea of why Bruce is acting the way he does, the two issues really work together imo.

Gotham Knights #37 is a lot less fun. Steph getting fired for the first time. Essential to me but not a lighthearted or kind read to Steph. Makes you want to strangle Batman.

-Batgirl (2000) #28 and 53

Any of Steph’s appearance in Batgirl 2000 are great! Batgirl #28 is a great intro into Steph and Cass’ friendship and what makes them work so well. Takes place before Steph is fired as Spoiler (so before Gotham Knights #37).

Batgirl #53 takes place during Steph’s time as Robin! Good insight into how Steph saw the Robin mantle and just how excited she was to get to be Robin. Plus some good stuff with her motivations, anger, and empathy.

- Robin #54, Robin #111

Robin #54 takes place in the aftermath of the earthquake and right before Steph and Tim start dating. It’s important to me because it contains the line that is the namesake for my blog, but it’s also great for the insights it provides into Steph and Crystals relationship (another favorite dynamic of mine), and how Steph takes care of Crystal.

Robin #111 is probably my one of my very very favorite Steph issues ever. Takes place after Steph’s been fired as Spoiler. Basically Steph grappling with her complicated feelings about her dad’s death. Goes into some cute stuff with her relationship with Tim, some sad stuff with a childhood trauma, and her rarely discussed piano playing skills. It’s bittersweet, it’s heart wrenching, it’s gentle. Love it.

- Bruce Wayne the Road Home: Batgirl

Steph, post War Games, has taken up the Batgirl mantle in the fantastic Batgirl (2009)! While not directly an issue, but part of the Bruce Wayne the Road Home series, Bruce Wayne the Road Home: Batgirl is the closest thing we have in terms of catharsis for Bruce Wayne’s treatment of Steph Brown. Fun read, you can really see how much Steph has grown as Batgirl.

Hope this is at least a little helpful and that you enjoy any Steph comics you might check out! If a few of these grab your attention, I’d recommend doing a read through of her stuff in order, just because some of these might be confusing w/o the surrounding context and there are so many more interesting and exciting Steph comics I didn’t mention. But also thats just me, Do what you want! If any of this is unclear of you had any other questions, or if you wanted to let me know what you thought of any of these comics feel totally free to drop another ask! I love the opportunity to usher more people into Steph Nation.

[whimsicalwill]

How the Duffers are setting up for platonic Elmike (an analysis between Elmike and Taticurt from Spies are Forever)

SPOILERS FOR SAF AHEAD

Context for most Bylers who probably aren't in the theatre realm like I am, the two characters on the top are Tatiana and Curt from Spies are Forever. They are a platonic pairing throughout the musical that is framed in a seemingly romantic way, up until they have this moment and sing a song about it. (They're very flirtatious, have scenes with "romantic tension", intentionally set up as a spy/powerful femme fatale pairing, the audience fully anticipates them getting together, until suddenly, it's made very clear that it's platonic between them). In short, they were straight-baiting. We find out by the end of the show that Curt is gay, and was in love with his best friend and partner, Owen.

From the beginning of SAF, they show scenes of Curt and Owen working together, showing how their relationship feels different than others without establishing that they're in a relationship. Just that they have a seemingly close friendship (with very, very queer undertones) Sound familiar? The dialogue between them sounds a bit flirtatious but to an average GA member, let's say, they wouldn't be thinking much of it.

Before I get further into this little comparison/analysis, I'm gonna run through a brief description of all the characters I'll be mentioning and how they compare to ST characters.

Agent Curt Mega

Agent Curt Mega is a spy for the A.S.S, circa the late 1950s. He's quite outspoken and a bit impulsive, but quietly clever and good at his job nonetheless. He has a very strong hero-complex, always wanting to be the one to take charge and save everybody, and he doesn't quite know how to live with himself if he can't be that hero to somebody. He wants to feel needed, to feel like he's able to contribute something to the world. (Sound familiar? Cough, cough, Mike Wheeler).

Curt also frequently tries to present as a typical straight and very masculine man as a result of the time period he lives in, and the kind of work he does. He's aware of his sexuality, but is very much in the closet for his own safety. He frequently masks, tries to act suave and flirtatious with women for both his occupation and to come across as straight. He was in a relationship with his best friend, Owen, but it was very kept under wraps, and despite their romantic relations, Curt still views Owen as his best friend as well, frequently referring to him as "my best friend" throughout the show, rather than "partner", which we don't see until Curt becomes more comfortable and safe with people he's become good friends with. Doesn't this remind you of Mike a little bit?

Tatiana Slozhno

Tatiana is an independent Russian spy that escaped from the KGB, who kidnapped her from her family as a toddler and raised as an assassin, a spy and a "weapon" for the government to use. (Sound familiar? El, I'm looking at you). By the time she was a teenager, she was an immensely powerful fighter, and was regularly used for gathering intel from political opponents and assassinating them. Eventually, after so many years as being treated as less than human, a weapon, and realizing the weight of what she had been raised to do, she then escaped from the KGB, learning to fend for herself. (El...) Tatiana lost contact with her family for their safety, and now she's working for other people, doing dangerous missions to protect crucial data that would incriminate her and her family if released. (She would be hunted down, and her family would be killed).

Curt and Tatiana's paths intersect unexpectedly when Curt is intercepting a bomb trade. Curt had retired spy work for 4 years prior, when he had lost his best friend Owen during a mission. He had beaten himself up with guilt and became a shell of his former self, not knowing how to live without Owen. (Mike in S1, anybody?) Curt got himself out of his slump and back into work after thinking about how Owen wouldn't have wanted to see him like this, leading him to this mission. Meanwhile, Tatiana is also intercepting this deal for another party. Curt and Tati meet and they have a little tussle over the bomb, but Tati ultimately overpowers him and leaves.

Now, I'm not gonna go into a full explanation of every scene because most of you are here for platonic Elmike or Byler, and how the Duffers are framing El and Mike as platonic, similar to what Tin Can Bros has done with Tati and Curt, so I'm gonna be a bit more straightforward from now on LOL.

The following parts consist of Curt following Tati, trying to get this bomb back, and along the way there's a lot of seemingly romantic coding and flirting between them, down to the blocking and dialogue. (They do drop subtle hints of Curt being gay, with Tatiana offering to bring him back to the bedroom, and Curt thinking they're literally going to fight up there). Tatiana leads Curt to a trap (she was unfortunately working with the Nazis, not out of support, god no, but for survival) before quickly realizing she had been tricked by them and blackmailed. She stormed back into the room and saved Curt's life from the people who had been torturing him, making a quick escape? (Sound familiar? El saving Mike's life at the quarry after he and Dustin had been cornered by bullies). Curt now feels indebted to Tatiana. He is even comparing Tati to Owen in his mind because she initiated a similar handshake that he and Owen used to do (similar to how the line between Will and El really begins to blur for Mike, esp in S4 with El's "Will outfit").

"Owen?"

Their next major scenes are a bit later in the story. A failed attempt to save a prince of a newly established country fails, and Curt's hero complex is crumbling. He feels like he's failed his one goal in life, his one job. Curt takes Tati back to his mom's safehouse, and Curt's mom immediately takes to shipping Tati and Curt together. Very similar to Mike, Curt pulls the "ew, gross... Mom, get out!!!"

Curt and Tati sit on the couch and have a heart to heart where Tati tells Curt all about her childhood and her trauma, and then proceeds to encourage Curt to open up about his trauma. Curt breaks, and reveals all the guilt he had pent up about his final moments with Owen, how he had been impulsive and let Owen die, and it was all his fault that he was gone. Though his feelings about Owen are still framed ambiguously in this scene, he refers to Owen as his "partner". This is a subtle way of coming out. Like the Elmike scene in the trailer, the windows are metaphorically opening, though Curt isn't quite there yet. Tatiana comforts Curt and they hold hands, sharing a platonic moment that becomes interpreted romantically because of heteronormativity!

Curt and Tati speedrun a S3 and 4 Milkvan arc, and they sing a musical number called Doing This where they're both experiencing heavy heteronormativity. They both like each other and care about each other, so it must be romantic, right? Curt knows about his sexuality, but this was a moment where he could try to cover it up, and maybe try to change. Tatiana carries the same notion that girls and guys are meant to be together romantically. This is honestly gonna be my favourite part of the analysis, I'm going to compare these lyrics to Mike's S4 monologue.

[CURT]

The very first time I saw you…

Three or four days ago

I have to admit, I liked you a bit

But I didn't want you to know

... directly compares to...

"I feel like my life started that day we found you in the woods. You were wearing that yellow Benny's Burgers t-shirt, and it was so big it almost swallowed you whole, and I knew, right then and there in that moment that I loved you."

We know that these words from Curt are a lie, he's gay, and yet he insists on loving her at first sight. Yeah, the first time he saw Tati and they fought over a bomb, yeah, that was love at first sight. For sure. Curt is hiding under a heteronormative veil and using common cheesy romantic tropes, trying to fool himself into thinking this all actually means something, that maybe he could be romantic with Tatiana if he tried.

Mike is doing the exact same thing. We know that love wasn't on his mind when he first saw El. The first thing he said was "That's not Will."

It's a little less obvious within Mike's quote, because at this point TCB is really beginning to make a fool out of love at first sight, that it's cheesy and cringe, while the Duffers are really still trying to maintain the illusion that Milkvan is truly romantic, but the exact same sentiment is there. Curt and Mike are both lying about "love at first sight" because they're both trying to make these relationships work, in a way. Curt cares for Tatiana deeply, she saved his life and has fought side by side with him, the same situation goes for Mike and El, and they don't wanna lose each other, but it's just not romantic. And boys and girls can't just be friends, can they?

[CURT]

When you stole that bomb, you stole my heart

[TATIANA, spoken]

Did he really just use that line?

[CURT]

Did I just use that line?

This part is obviously quite comedic in SAF, but I find it so interesting that everything Curt has to say related to Tatiana is just to do with her being a spy, and her being a good fighter. He never compliments her appearance or her personality or anything that would be romantic. He just talks about "the time you stole the bomb" or "the time you saved my life" or whatever. Very similar to how Mike only talks about El's powers, only talks about how she's a superhero. He never talks about any of her other attributes that don't relate to her powers. He doesn't talk about what a wonderful person she is, but rather what a great superhero she is.

[BOTH]

I guess we're doing this, see that look in your eye

How could I resist?

[TATIANA]

I'm a girl

[CURT]

I'm a guy

[BOTH]

It's meant to be

Because we're both spies

Time to move in for the kiss

Just go with it and don't ask why

I guess we're doing this...

This is the chorus of the song, and it hilariously shows how this whole "romantic interaction" is driven by heteronormativity. There's no true feelings there. It actually very much reminds me of what Mike's thought process seems to be, especially in S1 when he goes in to kiss El. Mike was constantly being teased by people like Lucas or Nancy over his protection and care for El, much like how Curt was pushed by his mom to truly consider Tati as a romantic option, which led them both to thinking "well, I really like and care about this person, and other people see it too, so I must like them, right?"

The song repeats a similar chorus and goes into the instrumental break where.... Curt and Tati share a very "passionate" make out session. Curt is all over her, and she's trying it out, but she eventually pulls away, picking up from their kisses that Curt isn't into her like that at all, and she feels uncomfortable, realizing she didn't feel that way either. She was bullshitting because of heteronormativity.

The next part of the song is what I think an Elmike heart-to-heart will be like in S5.

Curt finally admits to Tatiana that she's "not his type." And she says that she can tell, similar to how El always knows when Mike is lying, and she knew his monologue was, well, bullshit. Tati affirms Curt that he's totally valid and that she doesn't feel the same way either, "But the mood suggested", because platonic interaction between boys and girls isn't normalized at all. Because they were being tender with each other and caring for each other and having a heart to heart, both of them felt that it had to be romantic.

Suddenly, Curt and Tati are much more comfortable realizing that they don't have to lie to each other anymore. They can have affection and care about each other, but they don't have to make it something that it's not, and Curt is also finally comfortable being able to admit his sexuality and true feelings for his former love, Owen.

CURT]

Friends?

[BOTH]

I guess we're not doing this, we're better as friends

[TATIANA]

That was not a good kiss, I don't mean to offend

[BOTH]

It's great to know that we don't have to pretend

[CURT]

You're cool with me?

[TATIANA]

'Till the end

But let's never do this again

[CURT, spoken]

Deal

I'm happy to have you as my friend

This is the final verse of the song, where they mutually discuss their feelings and continue their friendship, the previous awkward barrier between them has been broken. I firmly believe we're going to get an Elmike scene like this in S5, it could very much likely be the one shown in the trailer. Scenes with Taticurt are framed and blocked so similarly to Elmike scenes, and all of their physicality is so similar as well, and the scene of Elmike in the trailer today was what made me go "Oh my god, this is so Taticurt."

All of the dialogue and interaction between Taticurt in SAF feels so much like Elmike dialogue. It's seemingly romantic but there's always such awkward undertones, and when they're finally honest with each other, it's actually comfortable. I'm faithful that what the Duffers are doing is similar to what TCB did. This is a case of straightbait that throws the audience for a loop. Curtwen was a plot twist at the end of SAF, similar to how Byler will be a plot twist for the GA of Stranger Things. 

TCB wanted to subvert audience expectations, tricking people into thinking Taticurt was gonna be a classic spy/femme fatale relationship, similar to how the Duffers love subverting audience expectations with their relationships. The Duffers have straightbaited once before already with Robin and Steve, and I don't think they'd hesitate to do it again. Obviously I can't say for a fact we are getting a Byler endgame, despite all of the clear evidence, because we don't know what exactly the Duffers are planning, but all of the blatant similarities between Elmike and a canon straightbait platonic friendship like Taticurt is showing me what we can expect for S5.

If you're an ST fan who isn't familiar with SAF, I hope that this encourages you to watch it! It's free on TCB's channel on YouTube!

[haveihitanerve]

PLEASE tell me more about stephanie brown bc i don't know her that well but i love her already

omg Stephanie Brown my motherflippin icon where do I even begin:

Um, her dad is Arthur Brown, aka the Cluemaster and because she's young/his daughter he makes plans and such in front of her which are all bad because he's a bad guy

At age 15ish(comic book knowledge varies on ages they're never really exact) she develops the Spoiler persona because she wants to, quote unquote- spoil his plans.

She leaves clues for the police and cracks all of his lil riddles- he's basically a dollar store Riddler.

Spoiler is created/shaped after Batman and she draws a lot of inspiration from him/what he does.

She is, according to Bruce, "unrefined, but determined"

When she first meets Tim, as Spoiler, she smacks him in the face with a brick :)

They then later start working together and even form a relationship- even though he won't reveal his secret identity to her but knows hers anyway. There are inconsistencies in canon, but before she dates him "officially" she also falls pregnant to her old boyfriend and Robin helps take her to pregnancy classes etc. She eventually gives the child up for adoption bc she's only seventeen or smth, but, again, inconsistencies so I wouldn't worry abt that too much- even if I would personally kill for more exploration of that in her storyline

Anyway she has a brief shtick as Robin at 16 when Tim, now her ex, has a fight with Bruce and fucks off/gets fired/his dad forces him to quit

She lasts for about 71 days before she gets fired by Bruce for disobeying orders(She did it to save him, but he's still grieving losing Tim and doesn't want another Robin) Because she wants to prove herself- that is what she's driven by, ultimately, a need to prove herself/her worth- she finds contingencies that Bruce had crafted and accidentally starts a gang war because she didn't realize that she needed Bruce to actually make the plans work

Gang war happens- Black Mask captures her and kills her after torturing her for info on Batman but she doesn't cave- she technically dies/doesn't its very weird but recovers in Africa and returns to Gotham only to be taken by Barbara this time and trained to be Batgirl at 18

At some point she on and off dates Tim again and Bruce gets lost in the timestream and when he returns they make up sorta and he... idk if he apologizes but they both fucked up so they make peace and he says hes proud of her and etc etc

Um. that was just a basic rundown, lemme know if you want more or clarifications or smth, also anyone who knows better please correct me on anything I got wrong, canon is complex and I have not read all of the comics so my info could be slightly off, I apologize

Anyway thanks for the ask i fuckin love Stephanie.

To end off- my fav quotes:

Look, I wish I were better at this too. I'm the Spoiler. Enemy of crime and people who don't like purple. There is room, in our line of work, for joy I can. I will.

[cal-daisies-and-briars]

I feel like Oliver Twist... please may I have some more sentence? 4 emojis worth of each? :)

Hahaha Oliver Twist - love it!

12 for 💔:

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Eddie, Mr. Particular, had declined. Now he seems to be repacking his whole, small duffel.

“Everything okay?” Buck asks.

Eddie diverts his attention from the bag and looks at Buck. He smiles. 

“Yeah, everything’s fine,” he says. “How was it?”

Buck realizes that he must look like it went poorly. 

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12 for 🪷:

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He understands why she did it. He doesn’t hold it against her. He’d have done the same. Well, okay, let’s be honest; he wouldn’t have survived losing her the way she lost him. May and Harry would have inherited the damn house. But still, the point is, he’s sympathetic. 

Nevertheless, he feels a touch of disappointment when Harry pulls up to a condo complex in Marina Del Ray. It throws him off. This is never what he imagined.

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12 for 🩸:

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His throat is torn out, like an animal bit into it. 

May gags at the sight. She can see the trachea. 

Laying a few feet in front of that body, in a pool of their own blood, is another one of the fake police officers. There appears to be a bullet wound to their face. That accounts for one of the shots May heard. 

Then, a bit further down the hall, May sees two people. One, twitching in near death, as the other seems to be biting his neck. 

“What the fuck?” May yelps. 

The person biting the near-dead man looks up at May, bewildered. May’s heart drops through her stomach.

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12 for ☠️:

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“Why don’t we sit down?” Madame Mollard suggests. “I’ll make tea. Patrick can explain curses to you.”

Again, Chim just nods. What else can he do? He’s cursed. His son is cursed. He needs all the help he can get.

▪️▪️▪️ “In an effort to get rid of my own curse, I’ve done a lot of research into how curses work,” Patrick says. “I’ve talked to many, many cursed people, just like yourself. I’ve gone all over the world with it.”

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12 for 🚑:

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“Eddie spilled coffee with your disgusting creamer all over the ambulance,” Hen says. 

Two parts of that sentence are a slight exaggeration. 

“It’s Cinnabon,” Buck whispers. “It’s tasty.”

Only Buck could get Eddie to drink that. Eddie who avoids sugary beverages and used to take his coffee black. 

“It stinks,” Hen retorts. 

“Well, thank god you got right to punishing him,” Chim says. “I was afraid I’d have to step in on this very serious matter.”

“Asking him to clean up his spill and remove the stench from my ambulance is not a punishment,” Hen replies. 

“It shouldn’t be,” Ravi agrees. “But you seem sort of upset with him.”

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12 for 🧬:

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That earns another eye roll from Maddie. 

“What’s going on, Evan?” She asks.

“Okay, so remember that whole thing about Eddie’s sisters?”

“How could I forget?” Maddie replies. “I know I said I’d drop it, but it’s been on my mind.”

“Well, mine too,” Buck says. “Thanks for that, by the way.”

She shrugs, like she’s not sorry at all.

“Well, I asked him about it,” Buck continues.

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[kannaexe]

ᯓ★ vanilla lattes & spring beginnings (ch. 1 of cherry blossom kisses)

박셍훈 x f! reader

strangers to lovers, (kind of)photographer! sunghoon x f!reader, | wordcount: 1302 | angst, fluff, slow burn, mentions of passed relationship, mentions of depression, non idol au, reader and hoon do not have a good relationship with family, hoon was in a really bad relationship (lmk if i missed anything)

kiki's note - minors / ageless / blank blogs will be blocked. please have an age listed if you want to interact with this fic!! thank you all so much for the love the preview has been getting. i decided to make this a series, because i've written a lot for it. i really hope that you guys enjoy reading just as much as i enjoyed writing. i want to say thank you to my two friends who proof read this and gave me their feedback. i love you all so much and cant wait to hear what you guys think of it. reblogs, likes, and comments are very appreciated.

the day began like any other. raindrops dripping down the window of your small apartment, the sound of the dishwasher humming in the kitchen was the only thing present in the small space of your studio apartment. 

spring had begun, thank god. it was the only time of year you felt peace, the time of year that felt the most normal. when things were bad, but not horrible. the cherry blossoms on the tree in front of your apartment complex had begun blooming. a reminder that even when things wither away and die, they can still come back, either beautifully or just as ugly as they left. 

it was like that with some things. ugly. 

but as you walked down the street to the cafe you worked at in seoul, things seemed almost normal. normal in the sense that you had the same routine. wake up. go to work. maybe go out for drinks with your friend. go home. repeat. 

the smell of freshly baked cookies and espresso filled your nose as you entered the dimly lit cafe. it was still early in the morning but your boss yeji had her usual smile plastered on her cheeks. “hi! did you get here ok? it’s been raining.” she smiled as she cleaned the espresso machine probably for the second time since she got there. 

you put your bag in the staff room and came back out to help her set up the store for the day. “yeah, didn’t have any issues coming” you said back as you cleaned off a chair. 

you wiped the counter down for the third time, the same circular motion more out of habit than need. the bell above the door chimed, but you didn’t look up. it was still too early–too early for regulars, too early for anything else but the hum of the espresso machine wiring up and the soft kpop yeji played in the background. 

suddenly the footsteps stopped in front of the counter, “one vanilla latte, please.”

His voice was soft. almost hesitant. Like he wasn’t used to being heard or hearing his voice in such a quiet space. 

you finally looked up, there he was. park sunghoon. not that you knew his name yet. to you, he was just a customer, a tall and handsome one, but a customer nonetheless. you looked at him for a second, maybe a second too long. analysing his clothes, black t-shirt that hugged his biceps, a pair of washed out blue jeans and rings that sat on his beautiful long fingers. 

you think he probably noticed when he cleared his throat and repeated his order. “one vanilla latte, please.” you scrambled for a cup and scribbled his order down, before looking up at him again, smiling now. 

“can i get a name?” 

he hesitated. 

“sunghoon.”

you nodded politely and wrote his name down, putting a small heart next to it, like you always did. “will that be all?” he nodded, passing you the card. “alright, it’ll be done soon.” you smiled and he bowed before walking to a table near the back corner. 

as you made the latte, you couldn’t help but look at him. he was quiet, stoic even. someone who had only lurked in the shadows, careful not to draw too much attention, but that’s all he was doing. 

drawing attention. 

not from the people who were coming in and out on their way to work, or by yeji. but by you. with the way he tapped a pen on his notebook, how he adjusted his earbuds when he felt like they were slipping out of his ear. the way he would run a hand through his black hair and look around the cafe when the door opened. 

“sunghoon?” 

when you called his name, he looked up like he hadn’t been expecting to hear his name again. “your latte is ready.” you smiled softly at him as he got up from the table. as he walked over, you got a good look at him… a really good look. he was tall, long legs, long arms with veins that popped out when he hoisted himself off of the table, he continued to look down at the floor, though. he looked almost nervous. as if he was waiting for someone, or even avoiding someone. 

“thanks.” 

that’s all he mumbled, when you passed him the cup, his hand grazed yours, but you pretended like it didn’t make your heartbeat spike for a second. he turned, walking back to the second-to-last table in the cafe. notebook out, camera laying on the table top. it looked like a picture you would see on pinterest. 

“he’s hot isn’t he?” yeji whispered beside you. “what?” “that guy. he’s been coming in here for the last two days. i think he’s new to the area.” you nodded, pretending like you cared as you started picking up loose papers from straw wrappers. 

“he’s always sitting there too, he doesn’t stay around the counter either. he’s like mysterious or whatever.” she laughed before calling someone's name and handing them a breakfast sandwich and an iced americano.

there was something about him that seemed different. a vibe you got.

not like a love-at-first-sight sort of thing. it was quieter. softer. like when you notice a song playing softly in the background. like watching the petals on a cherry blossom tree fall without realizing you were holding your breath. like something you could feel, but couldn’t see. 

but you did see, you saw him, and what you saw was hot. like really hot. a group of girls walked into the coffee shop. they looked at him and giggled amongst each other before ordering, “hi! can i get a matcha latte, two iced americanos, and one strawberry tea?” 

you smiled, giving them their receipt and turned to make their orders. 

sunghoon stared at the cup as he sat down. it probably meant nothing, but that little heart made a small smile creep up on his face. it was a cute addition, something that made him feel normal, made his heart beat a smidge faster, it was stupid. he didn’t really care though. 

he used to be “different”. well, that's what his family says whenever they speak to him now.

not too loud or bright–but warmer. softer even. he would never ask for much. he was never the type of person to. he was a stong believer in the saying “you get what you get, and you don’t get upset,” it was elementary, yes. but it was probably the one thing that stuck with him as he grew. he never complained, never gave looks, never stepped out of the box he built for himself. people often said he was stagnant, never changing, reserved, boring, even. 

but that was before her. 

he doesn’t like thinking about her much anymore. he doesn’t like to think about the way a lot of her words felt like knives disguised by “it’s because i love you”s. she took pieces of him he was still trying to learn how to live life with–and it made him ashamed of those things. 

he took pride in his art, his haven. she was his muse. anything and everything she did he saw as beautiful. but as time progressed, he felt like he couldn’t find peace in photos…in seeing the way people looked in photos. 

he was breaking… not physically, but emotionally. he was shutting down. 

that’s when it got bad. he put up walls, stepped back into a box he stepped out of. like a child who lost their way home. or a lost puppy. 

he didn’t know what to do. 

he didn’t know how to do anything anymore so he just…disappeared. 

not physically, but piece by piece.

until all that was left was him and his camera.

taglist: @chxnnxl @ilovebangchan @velvetkisscs @rpwpthv @sunghoonsluv @ninistranaut

[razorblade180]

Hypothetically

Aether:Collei, I have a hypothetical question for you.

Collei:Umm okay? What’s up?

Aether:Hypothetically speaking, if I ran into someone you hated or…wronged you, would you want to be included in their demise.

Collei:….May I ask a hypothetical?

Aether:Y-

Collei:Is it The Doctor?

Aether:….

Collei:Hmm, I see.*crosses arms* I know that nobody would blame me for wanting to let out so many past memories and grievances on him, yet I can’t help but feel like I’d be disappointed in myself. It would feel like a step backwards. However, if fate really did bring me before him again to face, I might…smile about it.

Aether:….

Collei:Aether…I think I’m still angry. *holds head* I didn’t realize how much.

Aether:I’m sorry I brought it up.

Collei:No, don’t be. These types don’t of feelings, I shouldn’t run away from them. *looks up* Hypothetically, I wouldn’t want you to go through the effort. I’d want you avoid if possible, but you’re kinda famous for doing the opposite.

Aether:Hehe, it comes with the territory. As for your anger, it’s perfectly normal and okay for it to stay. What’s important is that it never controls you or ruin your life. I don’t forgive everyone that’s wronged me or my friends.

Collei:Really?

Aether:Yeah. It doesn’t make you less of a good person and being a good person doesn’t mean being okay with what bad people got away with. You have to be good to yourself as a person before you can be to others.

Collei:…*smiles* Thank you. I…I think I needed to hear that.

Aether:No prob-

She runs forward and hugs him tighter than she ever has. Aether gladly hugs her back with the same level of affection. She held on for quite awhile before letting go.

Collei:I gotta get going. I still have work to do.

Aether:Hop to it, Forest Ranger Collei.

Collei:Hehe! Yessir! *starts running*… *stops*

Aether:Collei?

Collei:Hypothetically speaking, if you did face him, would you land a hit for me?

Aether:Hypothetically, it’d be my strongest attack.

Collei:…Good to know. *runs off*

Aether:*looks up* Spying?

Scara:I was here before you even waltzed in. Your savior complex is as laughable as ever.

Aether:Asking about a vendetta doesn’t sound like something noble last time I checked.

Scara:No, but offering closure? That has you written all over it. *floats down*

Aether: I’m not a savior of anything. I don’t like that title. So then, do you want me to ask the same question?

Scara:I’ve made it clear I’d love to choke the life out of that pathetic excuse of scholar. You think I don’t know where he’s likely to be?

Aether:Heh, so I’ll see you there?

Scara:If I can manage to get out of this boring nation. If not, it’s whatever. You’re a witness, right. *looks at him* Watch him reap everything he’s sown, then don’t leave a detail out the next time you’re here.

Aether:Wow, such a straightforward request. *looks away* I’ll make sure to mock him just like you do at the very end.

Scara:Hahaha, now that, I would love to see.

[loz-chainsofcorruption]

AISHITE AISHITE AISHITE

Unblurred/no vignette version + info dump on the idea below

For a while, I've had in mind the idea of the Triforce of Love being misused in my Midrule AU. It seemed like a fun thought to explore one day, twisting the quality of love into something evil. Cia from Hyrule Warriors felt like a great example of that and was kind of what I had in mind as inspiration.

Then Aishite Aishite Aishite came on shuffle and I was like >:0 wait a minute

So here's the concept I've got in mind, though things are subject to change:

Zelda and Hilda (placeholder name for now) are twins, born to Ganondorf. Zelda (in blue) is very ambitious and smart, coming up with great ideas at a very young age. She's good with magic, but has to work a lot harder to use it and it tires her more. Ganondorf can foresee her doing great things for the kingdom. It doesn't help that she was born with the Triforce of Ambition. He - though not really intending to - gives Zelda a bit more attention. There's accidental favoritism for sure.

Hilda (purple) is more magically inclined, with higher levels and power overall, but she struggles with controlling her abilities at first. Her mother helps her, possibly feeds into her inferiority complex by stoking competitiveness and jealousy within her while simultaneously reminding her that she must be Good and Kind and Charming to be Lovable like her sister is. Basically, putting a cork labeled Behave in a bottle she filled with envy before shaking it up. Eventually, the cork is gonna pop.

In the meantime, though, she worked really hard to master her abilities, worked really hard on doing well in her classes, worked really hard on being Good and Kind and Charming. She became very desperate for any attention and show of love she could get. It got worse after her mother - her main source of praise - died. Hilda would sometimes go out to the people and give them flowers and gifts, trying to be as likeable as possible. Extra kind to castle staff, thoughtful as can be... But inside, she was rotting. Forcing herself to be Good to be Good to be Loveable like her sister. And the thing is, she does, in a messed up, desperate sort of way, love her family and the people. She loves her sister so much she hates her. She loves her father so much she'd do anything for him to look her way.

And honestly, Ganondorf and Zelda love her too!

It comes to a point when Zelda's future fiance comes to visit. She's the eldest out of the twins, even if only by a couple minutes, but finding her a husband comes first.

Hilda accidentally meets him first, and he's very kind to her. He thinks she's Zelda, since they look very similar and he doesn't know the difference.

The exact What Goes Down isn't solid yet, but either way, she falls head over heels for him and wants him for herself. She'd do anything to have him. The Triforce of Love awakens within her. She winds up stealing her sister's engagement ring and heading off to this spot in the woods or something (idk yet) where she would sometimes come to get away. There, some Evil Entity seeks her out. Murmurs consolation, says it's so unfair, isn't it? How Zelda always gets everything good, even though Hilda is the one who has worked so hard to be the perfect princess. They also had everything they deserved stolen from them :( maybe they could join hands? And ? Get what they each should have? They could help her, help her strengthen and control her abilities to make her dreams come true... Could even help her find ways to be even stronger, even stronger and better.

She agrees, and the entity becomes part of the ring. Hilda goes back and, with the advice of the entity, locks her sister up and steals her Triforce to gain more power. With both, she's now able to kinda like. Love spell mind control people, though it begins to fade if she hasn't recast it after a while or if she gets too physically far from the people. For a while, she just relishes having three devoted, adoring people. Her father, her sister, and the man she loves. But the man she loves DOES love Zelda, and her control over him always fades a little faster than others. He manages to fight it a little sometimes, because unlike the other two, who already had love for her, he was pretty neutral in comparison. It frustrates her. His love isn't how she imagined and it's not enough.

So she starts searching for more.

Eventually, Link gets wrapped up in it. Idk how, but she winds up falling for him and is determined to add him to her collection.

I dunno if at some point he manages to free any of the others, but I would love for him to work with Ganondorf for at least a little while? Because I really like this Ganondorf design HAHA. He's a good dad trying his best and absolutely didn't neglect Hilda, but the fact that he would, unfortunately, spend a little more time with Zelda to discuss her ideas and things like that, just that minor, occasional show of favoritism, blown up in proportion by her mother, was enough to feel like so much more.

All the while, the entity is of course urging her to take Link so she can take his Triforce, that way she can pay back the entity for all it's done to help her by giving it a proper body. That's all it wants :)

Basically, I imagine it's like Midrule Demise's curse kinda looking for a vessel to influence since there was no one it outright kinda got.. born into? If that makes sense? So when she tries to give it a body, it fully takes hers.

Probably, idk dhjfkgkkg I mostly was just thinking about the starting stuff, and even that could change. Everything else is way more up in the air. Toying with the idea of Hilda straight up pretending to be Zelda at points too? Idk where to fit it in but like. Idk. Feels right.

SO YEAH THAT'S IT THAT'S MY IDEA! Open to suggestions 👍 probably (hopefully) will not be focusing on this much beyond sometimes holding it in my hands and spinning it around in my brain for fun because I already have a million other things I should prioritize! And it is already not possible to prioritize a million things, let alone a million and one 😔

Anyway y'all should go listen to that song. I had it on loop the whole time I was working on this. Well, three versions looped.

Trickle's (eng ver) (aka the version that came on shuffle and got this snowball rolling)

Will Stetson's (eng ver)

And Ado's

[gold-rhine]

i feel like people are poisoned by pop culture cliches that female characters have to be constantly strong and powerful and perfect at all times, otherwise they are not feminist and weak, so Furina has to be constantly perfect and strong, she was actually in control the whole time as perfect divine queen mother, she actually never had problems connecting with people around her and she and neuvi were in agreement and she was his perfect mother wife who taught him to love humanity, etc, etc, even if this throws away all of her actual themes and complexities.

btw one of interesting things about her is that like. she was caught in a persona of a volatile and temperamental god queen from basically day one of her life, she never had a chance to interact with people OUTSIDE of that persona, and even after she's free, she often retreats into it as just a safe option bc its a framework she knows how to operate in. But she's also painfully aware of this and embarrassed at the same time, in her sq she openly says she thinks all of her ex coworkers must hate her for being annoying, she dreads talking to neuvi bc of that, she is extremely nervous and meek around clorinde when we see them interact first time at the lantern rite. She asks several times if its okay that she will hang out with navia and clorinde and it's good that navia is here with her sunshine golden retriever aura that makes everyone feel welcome. Next time we see her in Clorinde's sq, she's more confident, clearly excited to be invited to hang out with friends, but still anxious to not screw up, she asks what is better to do in dnd. But then she gets into it, gets swept up and you can see her enjoying it, probably for the first time just having fun with friends with no strings attached.

I think its actually really well written that after having to live 4 centuries only interacting with people through an isolating persona, she isn't immediately perfectly social, she goes through depression, anxiety, self-doubt, slowly starts to learn how to operate outside of that persona, and which parts of that persona are her own and which she forced herself to perform.

I wish we had similar arc about her learning to be a better director in one of two useless movie events with her that we had, bc even tho she is very talented and has artistic vision, her only mode of rule for centuries was spoiled god queen, and it'd be interesting to see her finding similar balance in learning to communicate healthily with people instead of just yelling commands and telling them don't question me, i'm a GOD!!

I'll be the first to throw molotov cocktails at readings that infantilize Furina but then I see takes like "Furina isn't childish she's basically the mother of all of Fontaine" and I experience a bewilderment so enormous I forget to be mad over media illiteracy for a moment.

First of all, at the very most Furina herself identifies as an older sister to her people, as evidenced in her story quest where she relates strongly to Aurelie, the director of a theater troupe who acted as an older sister to her ragtag group of misfits.

Second of all, there's this weird tendency in some fans to go "you can't infantilize this female character because she clearly plays a maternal role" like a weird Uno Reverse tactic. It presents a false dichotomy where a female character is either an adult woman who is a caretaker, or she is a minor relying on others to care for her, without any in-between.

Furina IS temperamental and flighty and volatile, AND she is caring and empathetic and self-sacrificing; none of these qualities necessarily make her a child-figure or a mother-figure. If anything, they simply make her a well-written character.