#shes very brave (or simply crazy) | Explore Tumblr posts and blogs

girlgenius1111 · 1 year ago

Text

say it again

alexia x reader something... slips out accidentally. alexia is more into it than you expected. smut. 18+

cw: mami kink. breeding kink. thigh riding. fingering. strap on use. dom/sub dynamics. praise kink.

-----

Both you and Alexia had been busy beyond belief in recent weeks. So, when she slid out of bed early on the day you were both supposed to have off, you latched onto her shirt and refused to let go.

“Amor, I have to go,” Alexia whispered, although she slid back into the warm cocoon of blankets, and wrapped you back up in her arms.

“No. Stay.” You grumbled, tightening your arms and wrapping your legs around her too, for good measure.

“I have to go,” she repeated, kissing your temple and attempting to slide out of your grip. You were about to remind her that neither of you had training that day, when you remembered somewhere in your sleep-hazed brain that Alexia had mentioned coaching a game at the Barça academy that morning. An idea found its way into your brain, and you forced yourself to sit up, allowing Alexia to escape the bed. She looked at you suspiciously as she headed for the bathroom, never having seen you give in so easily. In fact, she still had 10 minutes to lay in bed with you, having set her alarm early because she knew you’d capture her for more cuddles.

“I’m coming with you.” You declared, smiling happily at your girlfriend when she poked her head out of the bathroom, a slight frown on her face.

“Bebita, you will be bored, and you will distract me.” Alexia was referring to your rather interesting habit of watching Alexia. There was a certain look you got on your face when Alexia took charge on the pitch that made her crazy. You both kept it under control when you played together, but when one of you was out injured or on the bench, there were few games that didn’t end in rather passionate sex once you arrived home. You both loved to watch each other, and you really loved to watch Alexia be in charge. This was why Alexia absolutely did NOT trust you to accompany her to coach this youth game.

“No, I won't, I promise. I’ll sit in the stands the whole time. No one will even know I’m there. ”

Alexia simply raised her eyebrow at you doubtfully, before turning away to head to the closet. You scrambled out of the bed and followed after her, wrapping your arms around her abdomen. She chuckled, but continued to rifle through her sweatshirts, picking out the right Barça one for the day.

You kissed her shoulder blade, peeking out from the small tank top she was wearing. “Please, Ale. We’ve barely seen each other these past few weeks. I miss you.”

Alexia melted, turning around and wrapping her arms tight around you. “Okay, bonita. If you promise not to distract me.”

-----

You’d had every intention not to distract your girlfriend, really you did. Watching her with the kids, though, was much more challenging than you expected. It wasn’t stern Alexia that you got; it was soft Alexia, and it was making something inside of you melt into a puddle.

Alexia with a whistle slung around her neck, leading the very little kids through some basic drills. Patiently directing them around the pitch. Very softly kicking the ball in their direction. Shouting words of encouragement every second, even when it was just in response to one of the kids falling down and getting up.

Alexia, standing on the side lines, whistle caught in her mouth, hands on her hips, taking the match just a touch too seriously.

Alexia in a tight pair of athletic shorts, ass on full display, although it always was, regardless of what she was wearing.

Alexia rushing onto the pitch when one of her players fell; it was nothing more than a scraped knee, but she carried the sniffling boy off the field and over to his parents, ensuring him that he was being very brave.

You’d never really gotten the appeal of being pregnant before. And sure, you wanted kids, but you’d never craved them, never desperately wanted to watch your partner turn into a parent with you. Sat in the stands, though, watching Alexia interact with these kids like she was born to do it, you rethought all of that.

You were staring, and you knew it, eyes firmly trained on your girlfriend as she turned around, bringing her shirt up to wipe at her face. It was a hot day, and she was standing directly in the sun. Her eyes caught yours as she did so, lips pulling up into a very small smirk, before she turned back around, taking a sip of water. You realized your mouth was, embarrassingly, hanging open. The things Alexia could do to you, without even trying; it wasn’t fair.

The midfielder could feel your eyes on her for the remainder of the match, and she struggled to stay focused. Her mind, too, was elsewhere, somewhere in the future. Where she was coaching your guys’ kid, with you watching proudly from the sidelines. She wanted it, desperately, and it caught her off guard. The rest of the match passed slowly as both of you were eager to get home. Even though you’d known what you’d been signing up for when you forced Ale to let you come watch, you couldn’t help but feel a little starved for attention. It was ridiculous, but you weren’t one to shy away from the things you wanted. So, when the match ended, and Alexia led the kids to shake hands with the other team, you headed down, impatiently waiting for her. The hug you brought her into was one that belonged at the end of a difficult match, not at the end of a children’s match where most of the goals were accidental.

“Hola,” she sang softly in your ear, feeling you inconspicuously press a light kiss to her neck. Your lips didn’t leave, though, and Alexia pulled you back, giving you a warning look.

“You are all red, amor, are you warm?” The question was paired with an adorable look of concern washing over her face; Alexia was always very aware of your less than impressive heat tolerance, and she grabbed the hat you were holding in your hand, placing it on top of your head.

You were warm, but the redness was due more to Alexia’s close contact with your body, when you were already very aware of her, than the heat, although it wasn’t helping.

“It’s warm out.” You agreed anyway, before smiling innocently up at her. “Can we go home, baby?”

Alexia’s lips twitched. “Of course.”

-----

Alexia had parked in a different parking lot than the rest of the attendees, and by the time you made it over there, you were debating whether you could wait until you arrived home for Alexia to touch you. The way she led you through the parking lot, hand in yours, body hovering protectively in front of you even when there was no one around, was only increasing the deep need for her to do anything to you.

You decided to take matters into your own hands, noticing that the area around you was devoid of other people. When Alexia opened your door for you, something she insisted upon even though you were completely capable of opening your own door, you smacked her ass, climbing into the car like you hadn’t done anything. Alexia jumped slightly, and her eyes narrowed at you as she shut the door behind you.

The minute your girlfriend was in the driver's seat, you were leaning over the center console, attaching your lips to her neck. Alexia exhaled sharply, minutely tilting her head to the side.

“You promised to be good.” She said quietly, and you noted the very slight shake to her voice that told you she was, in fact, feeling the effects of what you were doing to her. You pulled back briefly, nipping at her ear as you did so.

“Are you not enjoying this?”

“It does not matter. You promised to be good, and you are breaking that promise.” She warned, gently shoving you back to your seat. You blinked at her, not used to the hard edge her voice had taken on.

“Ale,”

“No. You will take what I give you at home.”

You couldn’t pretend the way Alexia was looking at you disapprovingly wasn’t filling you with arousal. As badly as you wanted to be good for her, you also desperately wanted her to make you be good for her. And it seemed this was her plan.

-----

You trailed into the house behind her, not quite sure what to expect when you were behind closed doors. It wouldn’t be the first time Alexia was rough with you, and you enjoyed it. Something seemed different, though, and there was a tension in the room you couldn’t quite identify. Or, if you could, you weren’t quite willing to admit it yet.

Alexia backed you up against the wall just inside the front door, her face mere inches from yours, capturing your wrists in her hands and pinning them behind you. She was looking at you, sternly, but also so… softly. Like she would take care of you, even if she made you work for it first. Your stomach was filled with butterflies, in a way it hadn’t been in a while around her. You were beginning to have an idea of what you wanted, you just weren’t quite sure she wanted it too.

“You have been very bad today, bonita. I do not know what I am going to do with you.”

“M- Ale, please, take me to bed.” You almost slipped up, and you blinked at your girlfriend, hoping to god that she hadn’t caught it.

Alexia leaned back and was quiet for a moment, her eyes searching yours.“What was that?”

“What was what?” You replied, feeling blood rush to your cheeks, avoiding your girlfriend’s gaze at all costs.

“You almost called me something… it sounded like it started with an M…” Alexia whispered, moving closer to lay kisses on your neck. She knew where your head was at, somehow, as she always did, and she was very on board. It had been something you’d both been thinking about for a while, but neither of you were brave enough to bring it up.

“Alexia,” you whined, struggling to form a single coherent thought.

“That is not my name, amor. Not right now.” She whispered, her teeth capturing your ear and tugging lightly. You went practically limp in her arms, a low keen escaping your lips.

“Mami,” you whispered, feeling Alexia’s grin against the skin of your neck. You realized that Alexia liked the title just as much as you did, if not more.

“There you go, bonita. Mi mala niña, you can listen, hmm?”

“I can, I am listening. I’m your good girl.” You argued, pressing your forehead to the blonde’s somewhat desperately.

Alexia tutted quietly. “You were not listening before. I am not sure you are mí buena niña.”

“I am, mami, I promise,”

You’d barely finished speaking before Alexia was capturing your lips in a heated kiss, her tongue licking into your mouth, her teeth nipping at your bottom lip, in a manner that was almost overwhelming. She pulled away from you with a wet smack, her smile beyond devious as she took in your blown pupils, the downright submissive look on your face.

“You want to prove to me you are my good girl?” She murmured, dragging her finger lightly down one side of your face, watching as your eyes fluttered shut, struggling to answer her.

“Sí, por favor. Let me show you.”

“Vamos, mí zorrita.” With that, Alexia swept you up into her arms easily, throwing you over her shoulder and heading for the bedroom.

It wasn’t unusual for Alexia to take full control, as she was doing as she carefully placed on the ground, removing her clothes and directing you to do the same before scooching up the bed to lean against the headboard. What was new, though, was the feeling filling your body, like Alexia didn’t even need to ask you to do anything; you’d just do it if it was what she wanted. Making Alexia feel good would make you feel good. And Alexia knew better than anyone on the face of the earth what you needed.

So, the minute she gestured for you to move on top of her, you were scrambling forward. Ignoring the slightly condescending smirk Alexia sent your way, and the blush that lit up your cheeks as she did so.

Alexia settled you on one of her thighs, the smooth skin hitting your core perfectly. You barely contained a whine at the contact, and Alexia smirked up at you.

“You are wet for mami, no?”

“Yes, for you, only you,” you stuttered, feeling incredibly turned on considering Alexia had barely touched you at this point.

Alexia’s voice was low and possessive when she spoke next.“You want to make a mess on my thigh, bebé?”

“Yes, please,” you begged, her hands still keeping your hips completely still, even as you tried to grind down against her,

“Yes please what?”

“Fuck, please mami, please,”

“Buena niña,” she replied softly, the quiet, affection filled tone she was using making you fall against her, wrapping your arms around her neck almost desperately. Your motions were stuttering, no rhythm to them. Your head was too empty, your body too aroused to get you where you needed to be. “You need my help, bebé? You need mami to do it for you?”

You thought you might be dying. Everytime Alexia said the word, you crumbled just a little bit more. You’d never felt this desperate, this needy before in your entire life. It was almost beyond words. You just needed her. And at the same time, you couldn’t do it yourself, couldn’t get yourself to move the right way.

“Need you,” you cried out. Luckily, Alexia seemed to take mercy on you, her hands beginning to guide your core to slide against her thigh. She leaned up, pressing her lips to yours in a slow kiss, almost as if she knew you could only take so much at once. It was intoxicating, being pressed up against her, feeling her wet thigh on your dripping cunt, her hands in your hair, her teeth tugging on your lip.

You whimpered pathetically into her mouth, encouraging her to speed her motions up.

“Am I making you feel good, princesa? Tell me.” She murmured, pressing her forehead against yours, her face so close you could feel her hot breath on your lips.

“So good, mami. You feel so good,” you whined, and Alexia almost moaned, too, at how entirely gone you sounded.

“You are being so good for me, hmm? Do you like it when I take control? When I help you get yourself off on my thigh like a needy slut? Does it make your pussy drip, princesa?”

“Jesus christ,” you replied, every word she spoke edging you closer and closer. It had been minutes, only minutes, and you were already about to fall apart on top of Alexia.

“I want you to come on my thigh, sí?” She said lowly, and suddenly, as soon as she said the words, you were teetering on the edge, just one perfect movement away from coming.

“Mami, fuck, please,” you gritted out, teeth clenching together as Alexia worked you harder and harder against her, until your body tensed for a minute, and you fell silent.

“Que buena, princesa, que bonita.” The blonde woman whispered, watching your face in awe as you collapsed against her, breathing heavily. Her hands slowed their movements, until you were left rubbing yourself against Alexia’s thigh very slowly, and very jerkily.

Alexia didn’t wait very long until she was easing you away from her, gripping your face in between her hands.

“I want to fuck you,” she whispered, watching as your breath stuttered. “Can I fuck you?”

“Yes, mami, I need your cock,” you begged, knowing you said exactly the right thing when Alexia rolled you off her with a smirk, and headed for the bedside drawer.

Alexia liked to fuck you from behind, more than anything. She loved your ass, loved to watching it as she fucked you, so you rolled onto your stomach, looking questioningly at her when she tapped your side.

She was kneeled behind you, gazing down with a hungry look on her face. “No, on your back. I want to see your face when I fuck you wide open,”

You barely withheld a moan, then, as you rolled over and spread your legs. Alexia roughly pushed them to the side, settling in between them, and plunging a finger into you without warning.

“Shit,” you cried.

“You are soaked, mi amor. You need mami to fuck you now?” She asked, quickly adding a second finger when it was clear you could take it.

If anything was hotter than calling Alexia mami, it was hearing her call herself mami.

“Need you, mami,” you repeated for what felt like the 8th time so far. It was all you could think or articulate. You just needed her.

When Alexia pressed her cock in, you knew instantly that you wouldn’t be lasting very long. You were already gripping the bed sheets in your hands, and Alexia was already starting an unforgiving pace.

Alexia fucked you harder than she ever had before, her hands pulling your hips to meet her thrusts, her thighs burning, her breath heaving as she worked herself in and out of you. She was getting worked up herself, watching the way her cock disappeared into your dripping cunt, the way your clit throbbed, the way you looked up at Alexia like she was the only other person in the world.

You were so far gone, so lost in the pleasure, and you knew Alexia was getting close too by the way she whimpered every few thrusts, a sound very un-Alexia, but one that made you bite your lip all the same. You wanted more from her, needed more. And what did you have to lose, really?

“In me,” you muttered, almost completely incoherent as Alexia moved herself in and out of you.

“Que?” she asked, not slowing down for even a second.

“Inside me, please,” you begged, blinking up at her with a look in your eyes that she’d never seen before.

Alexia was confused, momentarily. She was already inside of you. She watched you grow closer and closer, suddenly hit with your meaning.

She pressed her hand down on your lower stomach, and your back arched right off the bed. You threw your head back, practically screaming at this point at the sensation.

“Mami, mami, please,” you cried.

“You want me to come inside you?” She gasped, absolutely pounding into you now.

You nodded frantically. “Fill me up, mami, I need it”

“Mierda,” Alexia groaned, she was close too, suddenly, even though normally the friction of the strap wasn’t enough to get her off. Everything you were doing, though, everything you were asking for was almost overwhelming to her, and it was all she could do to keep pumping in and out of you, moving her free hand to circle your clit.

Your voice cut off abruptly, and your eyes slammed shut. You reached for your girlfriend, and she reached for you, too, removing her hand from your stomach and lacing her fingers with yours. Her forehead fell to your shoulder as she got louder than you’d really ever heard her.

“Gonna come, princesa, gonna come in your pretty pussy,” she managed, her words making you shudder underneath her.

It was the most intense thing you’d ever experienced. You felt yourself tighten around Alexia’s cock deep inside you, felt Alexia thrust one more time stop, frantically grinding herself against you as she, too, fell over the edge. Pleasure washed over the both of you, and you held tight to each other, as if your lives depended on it.

When it was over, you fell limp into the mattress, every clenched muscle unclenching as Alexia’s full weight dropped on top of you. It was the most comforting sensation, her hand shakily running through your hair, her hot and rapid exhales on your shoulder blade as she came down. You were still throbbing around her, and it was becoming too much, she was too big, too deep.

“Out, Ale, pull out,” you murmured. Alexia broke out of her mindlessness, sitting up and very delicately removing her cock. You whined deeply when she pulled it out all the way, brow scrunching as you squirmed underneath her.

If someone had asked you your name or what club you played for at that moment, you weren’t sure you’d be able to respond. You weren’t sure you could form words at all, really, only capable of reaching out for Alexia again, and sighing happily when she laid back down, pulling you to lay flush on top of her.

“Are you okay, amor?” She asked after a minute, when you still hadn’t spoken, and your eyes were still shut, face crammed into the crook of her neck.

You only hummed in response, barely registering that she was speaking to you. That was not good enough for your girlfriend, though, and she rolled you both over, until she was hovering over your body again, finger delicately tracing a pattern on your cheek. You opened your eyes, a faint smile on your lips.

“Bonita, are you okay?” She asked again.

“So good, Ale. My god. So so good.” You promised her, your smile only growing when Alexia’s face broke into one of relief.

“Muy buena,” she murmured, ignoring the annoyed whine you let out when she sat up off you. Alexia was undeterred, even when you reached out for her. The blonde left the room, briefly, and you felt your eyes inexplicably filling with tears.

When Alexia returned with a water bottle and granola bar in hand, she quickly grew frantic when she saw the tears dripping down your face. She dropped the items onto the bed, sitting you up and pulling you into her, your back against her chest.

“What is it, what is it?” She asked, panicked, wiping away the tears so gently, you almost started to cry again.

“I don’t know,” you cried, the words somewhere between a sob and a laugh. “I don’t know why I’m crying,”

Again, Alexia deflated, relieved, knowing that she hadn’t upset you. “Okay, that is okay. Drink some water for me please?”

The adorable grin on her face as she held the uncapped water out to you had you reaching for it without question, taking a few sips before handing it back to her.

“You too.” You reminded her. Alexia dutifully took a few sips, placed the bottle back on the table, and manhandled you until you were laying down next to her, her body wrapped around yours.

“Love you, love you, love you, love you,” she murmured in your ear, and you laughed in response, feeling happier than you think you’d ever felt in your whole life.

“I love you so much.” You whispered back, feeling Alexia smile hugely into your neck.

“Mi princesa,” she sighed. “How are you so perfect?”

“Because I’m with you,” you replied easily. “And you’re perfect.”

Alexia disagreed. In fact, she thought the opposite. She wasn’t going to argue with you now though, not after you’d made her deepest desire come true. Instead, she tugged you closer, kissing your neck repeatedly. There’d be time to remind you of your perfection later. Now, though, both of you were drifting closer and closer to sleep, and all Alexia wanted in that moment was to hold you close to her forever.

You’d happily let her.

------

this has been in my wips for actual weeks im im thrilled to be done with her i hope you like :)

#woso imagine #woso x reader #alexia putellas x reader #woso fanfics #woso one shot

1K notes · View notes

nerdishpursuits · 14 days ago

Text

Pretty crazy that Damián keeps fucking up Marta’s personal life by, somehow, interfering with her spouses and arranging the pieces as he sees fit. First he meddled with Jaime and forced Marta, and Jaime, into a miserable situation. Now he organises ad-hoc political dinners for Pelayo, sans consulting Pelayo or Marta. All to keep the gays from gaying. Mind you, Pelayo and Dario’s situation is a far cry from Marta and Fina’s and Darío needs to lessen the pressure and intensity. He is endangering them all.

Also, worth keeping in mind that Marta’s entire character arc has been building towards making Fina her priority. A fact she’s been reinforcing more and more as of late. And one I certainly hope she won’t be forced to relegate or renounce. The entire point of her marriage to Pelayo is the freedom to be with Fina. Repeating the same patterns of the Jaime era simply won’t do, even if complications need arise.

Issue now is that she has to play the perfect trophy wife to boost Pelayo’s political career. And this will, most likely, interfere with her plans to take Fina to the theatre. Will they or won’t they? I know the general consensus is they won’t. At this point, their planned dates are code for failure. This being said, it remains to be seen. The meeting Damián has set up is very much last minute and Pelayo doesn’t need Marta to hold his hand. Let’s see how they’ll handle it.

In all seriousness though, Damián needs to be set limits. And Marta and Pelayo need their own space, away from the family. Only then will they be able to make their own decisions and not end up blindsided by daddy dearest.

P.s. I’m loving the Fina and Claudia friendship more and more. Alongside Marta they’re everything that’s good on this show

P.s. 1 I don’t see Darío ending up well. At the pace he’s going? Pelayo will run for the hills. And with good reason. The carelessness and intensity this guy brings to the table is pure recklessness and, if not handled carefully, it will ruin them all.

P.s. 2 Fina defending Marta? Perfection. Fina knows full well how much Marta has risked and sacrificed for their relationship. Darío has no idea and their situations aren’t the same. Therefore, Fina speaks nothing but the truth when she calls Marta brave and defends her woman sans hesitation. Darío could only dream of what Marta and Fina have. I rather feel sorry for him. He needs to tone things down or he risks losing everything and costing them all dearly.

Anyhow. Tomorrow’s episode, or the Monday preview, will give us an inkling as to where things are going. Maybe Fina and Marta will go on that fabled date after all. *keeps clown-mask at the ready as theatre is code for pretending*

Be it rain or sunshine weather

Let’s pretend they’re at the theatre

Curious, though, if in the end

All they do is just … pretend

…………..

Oh, my dear, I’ve seen this play

Theatre just ain’t for the gay

#mafin commentary #marta & fina #marta x fina #sdl #suenos de libertad #marta de la reina #fina valero

43 notes · View notes

sulphurofftheclock · 3 months ago

Text

daydreaming about finding a fraggle portal in my house so here are headcanons about spotting the fraggle five through a random hole in your wall (in theme song order)

Gobo

- has encountered many a creature, through the portal and at the rock, so he's not super visibly nervous

- you are big though, and his track record with big creatures isn't necessarily the best, so even with his brave little face, he is cautious

- would try to break the ice while staying far enough back to avoid thumping

- would immediately believe you the moment you claim to be friendly though

- would also explain that he isn't trying to be in the way, he's just trying to get his uncles postcards

- so you make a little mailbox by the portal to put the postcards in when you get them so Gobo doesn't have to climb into your garbage to find them LOL

- eventually would offer to read a postcard to you (maybe you were crying or something idek) and then you erm actually SO hard at the things Uncle Matt is describing

- queening out with gobo over the postcards and gossip from both sides of the portal

- you would be fast friends!

Mokey

- she almost definitely was at the portal because she wanted to paint

- she probably didn't realize you were home/awake tbh, so she is very startled by the silly creature staring at her through the portal

- she'd definitely hold her ground though

- "what are you?"

- questions aside, you see her little easel and move to stop blocking the light

- "you can come in if you want"

- she is fine where she is for now, since she's already been painting from that spot for a while, but says she'll take you up on it next time"

- and boy does she take you up on it

- there are so many cool things to paint and write poems about in outer space

- one day she brings you a poem she wrote about you and you literally cry

- bonus points if you're an artist (of any kind) too, because the art trades would go CRAZY

Wembley

- first time you see him he BOLTS

- that fraggle is GONE

- but he is a curious little fella, so he always comes back to peek through the portal and see what you're doing

- everytime you spot him, he runs away, so you start pretending not to notice him

- maybe you hum little songs, or talk out loud to yourself, but you definitely do everything you can to seem non-threatening

- it becomes a little routine, you work, wembley watches, you know he's there, he starts to become pretty sure you know he's there, but you still don't acknowledge him because you don't wanna scare him off

- until one day, you've come down with some kind of sickness

- and he finally ventures through the portal cause he's worried about you

- when he sees you laying all sad and sick in your bed, he scurries off again

- and then he comes back

- with a tiny bowl of soup

- and then maybe he sings one of the songs you hum, or maybe he starts rambling about things, whatever he does, he does it because he knows it's what you do and that's the way he knows best how to help

Boober

- the first time you see him, it's because you took a peek through the hole in your wall with a flashlight and caught him standing like 🧍 pretty far back

- okay...

- you blink and he's gone, eldritch horror type moment

- okay......

- you check the hole every once in a while, but you don't see him again for a while

- one day, in the middle of the night, you wake up compelled to check the hole again

- it's winter and your heater isn't working as well as it should, the creature you thought you saw in the hole in the wall might be cold!

- and there he is, curled up by the portal (still far enough away that you can't reach him though) (i imagine the rock was simply too hectic and he came here for some peace and quiet)

- the ground looks really uncomfy though so you grab a small pillow and shove it into the hole

- boober wakes up like 😶

- "i'm not here to hurt you, just want to make sure you're comfortable"

- he is half asleep and very confused but he takes the pillow and goes back to sleep

- after a couple weeks, you spot him by the portal entrance

- he's once again escaping the noise of the rock, your side of the portal is peaceful

- eventually, it's like you have a cat. boober comes and goes. sometimes you leave out some snacks by the portal, sometimes he brings you snacks too.

Red

- fully and completely convinced that she would throw something at you

- one sided beef, cause even though she tries her hardest to spite you, she is very small

- until she breaks your toe, then it's all out war

- but no matter what, you don't cover that hole

- though neither of you would admit it, this whole spite thing is a lot of fun, and never that serious

- the two of you chatter sometimes

- "what're you working on?" "a diorama for school" "it looks dumb"

- "how'd your test go?" "i aced it" "im shocked"

- "did you ever figure out that dive?" "no, i came up with a better one" "sure"

- so much banter

- but she remembers things about your life and you remember things about hers, so really you are friends

- you're just friends in that competitive way

- the thing that really brings the two of you together would be a common enemy (probably gobo LOL) (or a nagging family member of yours who is aghast that you still haven't fixed the hole in your wall)

#fraggle rock #gobo fraggle #mokey fraggle #red fraggle #wembley fraggle #boober fraggle #headcanons

30 notes · View notes

missmarveledsblog · 3 months ago

Text

Hand on heart ( Jake Seresin x Singlemom!reader) chapter 9

Summary : when it all said and done y/n words died in her throat the moment now she was wondering what to do and driving herself crazy in the mean time

warning : angsty , goofy humour , fluff , mutual pinning , idiots in love , age gap sort of , slowish burn

previous chapter

It all changed the moment her eyes saw the papers , the rehearsals in her mirror, the sleepless night trying to think of what was the right move . How she wanted to see how it would go , take that step , take that leap that crossed boundaries of a more than friendship route . Then she saw the papers , ones she saw too many times over the course of her living on this planet. how she felt when her brothers , grandfather and any form of family who was military based . That root pitted feeling that would naggle at her , how it would affect Belle . it all died in her throat at the very sight of the papers in his hands . She could tell he was hurt , She could see the forceful smile and brave face he held like a mask in her company and how it mirrored her own .

He tried , tried harder than he had ever done in his life to hide that pang in his chest , the one so unfamiliar yet ver real in knowing this was the course of where they were going . the awkward tension that nibbled and nipped between the two or the quick hug when saying goodbye. He watched her car driving off and yet all he could hope was that this was just a fleeting romance sort of thing , that the two could look back on this moment and laugh . that this whole thing didn't ruin the strong friendship that formed . jake didnt want to lose her even if they would just be friend he was happy with that , yeah it hurt but if it meant she and belle would still be in his life then that hurt would just fine with him . there was something that didn’t make sense , something he could not for the life of him piece together . how her gaze when she first arrived changed in a split second or the way she seemed different . He couldn't put his finger on it , too much in his own head over the fact of his feelings not being returned . This was all somewhat new for him , usual if a woman didn't return his attention then he would simply move on . but this was more than attention or lustful one night stands so that wouldn't help this time . so here he sat beer in his hand looking down at the piece of paper he didn't know was the reason to change everything .

They sat excitedly the thought of two friend finally seeing what they all saw. the connection finally forming of course they knew to take belle give the two adults that space and time . then a text to tell them she was home , they suspected to see jake and yet when nat and rooster entered the house she hurriedly stood and it was clear she had been crying but the smile forced on her face as she looked to belle . They wanted to ask but kept quiet in the toddler's presence and went along with her facade of everything was ok, not that it was convincing. Even Belle seemed more fussy than usual, almost more clingy to her mama , even though she could sense something wasn't right . Bedtime was increasingly harder but eventually tiredness won , a kiss to her baby girl's head. Even though she had a smile on her face , her eyes told a different story and the mask cracked the moment nat hugged her . the reality and tired pretending of the day being all too much she broke , broke the facade , broke her own heart because of fear.

“ hey hey its ok what happened” rooster stood easily rushing to her side .

“ I was gonna tell you now and then papers and …” she looked at the two not much words but both knew in that moment. “ I've done it my whole life. Hell, I'm still doing it now with kai “ nat brought her to sit down while rooster ran to get her a drink .

“ we get it , i get it i mean shit it hard thing to do why most of us are single” rooster handed her the cup .

“ it just made it all real , i mean what if something happened or “ she sighed trying to reason more with herself.

“ Look, do what's best for you and belle we all get it , jake will get it , we will still be here no matter what “ nat rubbed up and down her back as she and rooster shared a look .

“ What was that ? just tell me “ she sighed softly.

“ Jake not only one that got his papers , me , bob and payback did too,” nat winced .

“ but me , fanboy and javy will be here to torture you” rooster nudged lightly making a small laugh come out followed by more tears.

“ He's gonna be ok right ? , you all are gonna be ok? “ she finally asked.

“ Of course we will make sure he gets home,” nat smiled sadly.

D day as she was calling it was approaching , the end of the week the group would be split for three months . The lunch time seemed to signify it in the small conversation . The air was heavy and everyone didn't dare speak of anything that alluded to it. even after they all went home suddenly all mostly at the house spending time with each other and belle . she sat looking down at her phone each minute ticked by before she pulled the rooster to the side one day . a plan in her mind and something of a send off as the two went to mav .

“ your the new kid he decided to adopt ,you ask “ Rooster teased pushing her forward.

“ Peach everything ok ? “ he smiled amused seeing her glaring back at bradley who pretend to find the ceiling so interesting all of a sudden .

“ Me and the turkey would like to request friday off , we wanna make a day for the guys that are being deployed “ she stood firmly . “ you’re invited to” she added .

“ ok , let me see what i can do kiddo … really rooster you couldn't have asked to” he chuckled.

“ I honestly didn't know “ he lied .

“ Sure you didn't , I will let you know at the end of the day ok ?” .

“ thanks Mav dad” she and Rooster called laughing as he shot his head only to see Beau standing watching her , probably hearing what she said before heading off.

Two confirmations would happen in such a short amount of time , the confirmation of the day off and the confirmation that Beau Simpson was indeed her father, something she wasn't ready to even think about or allow herself to think and feel. Everything that happened was just madness , like her life was some sort of soap opera twist and turns every corner she went to . she was honestly losing it and this was her real life , this was the reality that she lived in . This was supposed to be a fresh start and all she got was a whirlwind . a tornado of emotions , hell the fresh start only opened old wounds and created new ones. standing at her counter and it all swirling through her head as she prepared the food, the soft hum of the music coming from the speaker not too loud enough to disturb Belle but loud enough for her to sing along with in some sort of distraction . None of it worked standing back feeling the tears falling down her cheek and the sense of wonder was it a mistake to take this job . if she stayed in texas would she have been put through this heartache , not knowing what she knew now would have been better. would she alway be destined no matter what to have gotten down this path one way or another.

They showed up to work confused and Mav standing happier than usual . Not only that but it was only them in the hanger , not another soul was lurking about not the people in the tower or anyone . They all stood looking waiting for an explanation , something or even anything only to hear the giggles coming from behind them to see Belle while Peach , Yale and Harvard carried baskets and boxes. Halo was on belle duty that didn't last too long once the tot saw her favourite adult smiling and bewildered all except javy , fanboy and rooster.

“ So y'all ready ?” Peach smiled brightly instead of her usual overall , she was wearing her shorts and cropped t-shirt.

“ for?” .

“ day at the beach “ mav winked as belle cheered at the words beach .

“ we want … peach wanted to do something special day with belle , while mav and amelia will take miss belle to celebrate later in hard deck” javy chuckled seeing belle hugging Jake's leg signalling the aviator to pick her up .

“ Is that why you told us to bring our civilian clothes ?” Bob looked to his friends.

“ yeah did you not notice that was odd “ fanboy snorted .

“ Are we gonna question it or are you gonna get ready?” Peach smirked, making them rush off to do just that. each getting into their cars only this time belle wanted to go with jake , the tension wasn't complete . Even though they still had breakfast , still talked to each other , there was still a thick tension between them. they never really talked about it , the elephant in the room nor did they try to acknowledge it in fear it would make things worse. In an odd sense of things it did not change the stolen glances or the feeling that grew. If anything it only made them grow , made them more complicated.

They still lingered near each other but the constant awkward interactions and mumble sorrys . the feeling in her heart seeing belle and jake playing in the water or on the sand that made her have second thoughts about it all then the reality of why they were having this day would stop those thoughts . The fear of it all was too much to do , the fear of the unknown or the hurt that could happen . stuck in the middle of her heart and head was a battle she never would have thought would happen . knowing what this day was she shook her head and told herself to put her big girl pants on and enjoy the time she had with her friends before they would be gone for little time. the rest of the day they ran around belle even playing a much softer version of dog fight football and winning all the points making her little laugh echoe on the beach as they all cheered. the way they all made it out of there way ever since they first arrived to make her and Peach welcome that for one quelled the doubts of it coming being a mistake. she knew it herself these people would be in her and belles life for a long time not a short one . she just hoped these feelings , this conflict would stop and in the same breath she knew it wasn't going to be that easy.

The hard deck was bustling , everyone was standing in a group talking about everything and anything , laughing and joking . The mood was way lighter that night than all week . The day at the beach , the fun in the sun, making everyone relaxed and in good form even with the deployment looming , two days and the group would be split for three months. Even she and Jake were not as awkward both almost slipping into the comfort of before . trash talking to each other in borderline flirtatious with the drink flowing . it was dangerous , it was hard to stop and it felt so right. this pull no matter what had them coming together while she stood at the bar with him at her side . The two are still chatting and she could help notice the women looking his way, each stunning in their own way that would have other men falling to their knees and yet jakes eyes solely on her , all of his attention on her . the realisation that it always was that case even the first meeting . all the rest falling to place when she really thought of it all , how it was when she was sad or when the whole admiral simpson situation happened , the almost kiss . she maybe needed to rethink it all, maybe it was something she could approach . something she deal with , get used to , if it was something she could open her heart to one and for all .

“ jakey “ the voice called as she turned to see the woman throw herself into his arms and that was all it took to kill it , to shut the thoughts out of her head . “ you said youd make it up to last time, if i recall you promised” she giggled .

“ i’ll leave you two “ y/n face fell , almost a crack in her voice as she headed back into the crowd .

“ what the hell chloe ?” .

“ my names not chloe silly its charlene” she rolled her eyes and yet still unbothered giving she was successful in getting his attention .

“ charlene look im sure your a nice gi…” was all he got out of his mouth before he was cut off , feeling the sticky almost slime feeling on his own of her lipgloss and her tongue trying to invade his mouth instantly pushing her off of him . “ the hell is wrong with you “ he snapped .

“ you promised to make it up to me come on jakey i know you want to ?” she purred ready to try again only to feeling herself being pulled back .

“ i really don't look i apologise if i have been leading you on but i ain't got time for this game anymore “ he sighed trying to get his message across in a nicer way .

“ wait you wanna be serious?” she asked eyes big

“ i mean me and you can be friends but that all platonic friend” he smiled sadly.

“ jesus hangman what happened to you “ she huffed taking her leave uninterested in anything platonic it would seem. shaking his head he headed back to his friend seeing one already missing.

“ she left mav rang apparently” but he knew it was crap , he knew she must have seen it and that stomach churning notion of knowing he ruined all the progress they had made that night .

She pretended not to be bothered even the next day she put on a brave face or the day after when she arrived that morning to see them off , hugging them all and warning them to come back safe.

“ training or not come back” she wiped her cheek as each hugged belle . yeah she was pissed with the whole situation at the bar only for nat and rooster told her of what happened after. slightly embarrassed and the conclusion the deployment would give them the space to get over whatever this was. that both could move on . but why did it feel like a part of her was missing once they were on the ship . like a part of her heart was drifting off away from the dock. she looked up at rooster and he could tell in one look handing belle to fanboy and wrapping peach in his arm as she sobbed.

“ keys” was all he said as she handed them to him and him throwing them to javy . “ your lucky day peach you get to ride in the broncho” he tease.

“ diner about 20 minute from here” was all javy called as they all made their way to the cars.

“ you think this only friends situation is for the best ?” he asked once she belted up .

“ i'm not too sure , sometime i do but even then i'm not so convinced”

“ Then what's stopping you ?”

“ everything , today , last night… look i know i love him i really do but its not just me to think of here , what if he doesn't come home or whatever it is ends and it ends badly it not just me or jake who get hurt its belle too , she already had her own father walk out of her , i'm not saying jake is her father or anything “ she sighed softly trying to reason , to herself or rooster maybe both .

“ look i hated hangman still not a fan of him sometimes , i would be first to tell you to run if i thought on any sort of certainty but i know he loves you and sure if you two didn't work he wouldn't abandon Belle” he shook his head .

“ everytime i try think it could work something shows me its not , first the papers then that woman , maybe it's better if we stayed friends , it better that way” .

“ is it though , sweetheart maybe use this time to think really think if this is whats better because we both know this is hurting you both more” he squeezed his shoulder.

“ what if im right?”.

“ what if you're wrong?”

The day was exhausting trying, roosters' words of wisdom that were actually very damn wise didn't help . the drive home her head was filled with nothing bit trying to think of every outcome , inside or outside the box . what ifs and buts of the situation. the fact in the matter. The real and undoubtedly straight forward thing she did know was she was in love with Jake Seresin . Now all she needed was a sign from the universe to tell her what to do or even just her own heart . right now it was killing her , the situation was driving her crazy , all new feelings she never even felt for the father of her of child . she was in a merry go round and it didn't seem to be stopping .

next chapter

taglist : @zara-aliza08 @stoneyggirl2 @lyn-js @emma8895eb

thank you for reading and rebloging , if you wanna be added to the taglist just lmk 🥰❤️

24 notes · View notes

otomelavenderhaze · 5 months ago

Text

Can we stop for a minute and think about Candy's perspective during that whole situation between Rayan and Marina?

I don't talk enough about the feminine perspective of our female lead when I talk about Rayan's route, but today I was reflecting.

Ok. I won't even get into much of "did he actually and unknowingly give the wrong idea to Marina and maybe even was too trusting of others, more than he should?" cuz, come on, we all know from Marina's mouth that it was all in her head and she was the one trying super hard to hook up with someone's else man, saying that if Candy got hurt or not in the process, that was none of her concern (well, the black eye me and my girl Candy could give to Marina was also none of our concern, but we didn't so), let's leave this on the side right now.

But let's actually talk about Rayan's behavior outside of it, like when the shit went down and we got a glimpse of what he looked like (probably) when Chloe died.

Candy was a true warrior through and through, honestly, she didn't break down enough during that process (couldn't be me, I would have gone crazy).

Why do I say that?

We saw before Candy being understanding, showing empathy and loyalty to her friends, even to her significant others, but Rayan's unwillingness to share what was happening with the death threats, the kinda stalking nature, and the prossecution, all to not put a burden even bigger on her shoulders, BUT THE PATIENCE SHE RETURNED WITH IT, she asked, she didn't really know what to do or give what he needed at the moment, but she was there.

She never stopped being there, no matter what curve ball the situation gave her. And it was more than many would do in such situation.

And okay, the restaurant moment, trying to make him go with her, was a miss. My girl was delulu there. No discussion.

But who could've thought Rayan would SIMPLY runaway like a scared teenage boy that crashed his mom's car? Nobody. The answer is nobody. Even thou, after he had done it I was like "oh, I saw something like this happening before on his route".

Even when he communicated to her that he wasn't even in town anymore, she was simply devastated. But never stopped trying to understand his side. And later when Eric was pointing out (kinda rightly so, I give him that much) and she got to actually defend DEFEND the man who bolted on her, that got unceremoniously into a train and was GONE, she showed that her loyalty was real.

Like Eric didn't know Rayan at that point. Candy could've so easily (and some answers were, to be fair) talked badly about his behavior to Eric as a moment of anger or hurt, she had every right to, but choosing not, is to her merit for sure.

And we all know how hurt she must have felt, because she was ready to fight the situation head-on with Rayan, however, Rayan was NOT ready to face the situation head-on with her

(not because he didn't trust her, I read as that's his defense mechanism, he runs. When he caught himself having feelings for Candy? He ran. When they kissed and it was coming real? He ran. He knows how to be brave, but first, my man bolts, that's his thing).

AND STILL, when he came back, she received him with open arms!! With love!! Forgiveness even!!

Some of us cheated on Rayan with Eric, but honestly, honestly?? No judgments here.

And later when Chani asked Candy to talk to Marina about what happened and Marina admitted all of those things, after everything that she saw that whole situation from Rayan's perspective, how hurted and out of himself he was for weeks and Candy didn't jump on Marina at any point???

Even when Marina was like "if you did get hurt by it in the end it was none of my concern" sociopath shit. Truly, what a bad person. Toxic. Selfish. Naive. Sociopath real shit.

Through it all, that damn war, Candy made it work.

And I daresay, they only survived that one because of her, because Candy did not give up.

I don't think it was very realist like, we at least should've sit with Rayan and have a conversation about that whole shutting us out of the situation that him at times did, at the very least, and pretend it didn't happen, shouldering it alone, always so forgiving, couldn't be any of us, let's be honest here, just Candy with her never-ending loyalty.

And maybe, just maybe, that arc with Marina could've been better if we saw more of Candy's feelings and her expressing them to Rayan in a justifiable way (not like the restaurant thing, which was pushing a situation that didn't have to happen) but actually giving out a real moment.

A moment when we could actually express our feelings and even justify kissing Eric if some of us wanted to. But at once, actually seeing Candy getting hurt by Rayan's attitude, understandable getting upset, and expressing it to him to then he apologizes. Not having him just magically understanding what he did wrong and apologise without any of her input.

Just as I take my imaginary hat off for how adult and loyal Candy was in that whole situation, I also missed having the hurt she felt expressed properly to Rayan and I know he would understand and even grow from it. Another missing chance to improve Rayan as a character.

#my candy love #amor doce #corazon de melon #personal #Rayan Zaidi #it's been what two years?#kkkkkkkkk #I blame everybody who finds still my screenshots and make me go back to read those y'all bring it back to me

27 notes · View notes

marstriesthings · 1 month ago

Text

I've seen a lot of people say Niragi is the March Hare. Which makes sense bc of the crazy demeanor and the gun he carries around.

But bc of the Hatter, it does make more sense to see Aguni as the March Hare (also carries a gun and although less mad than Hatter, also not normal). Moreover the Hare is more rude and aggressive than the Mad Hatter so it makes more sense.

Anyway that's not the point.

Niragi and Last Boss are both characters representing the dormouse to me.

Let me start with Last Boss.

Carries a sword

Lol okay niche reasoning I just wanted to point out tho, Amongst the tea party characters only the Dormouse has a sword (in the Tim Burton ver.), and amongst the Beach characters Last Boss is the only one with a sword.

Moreover in the original story and 1985 Tv ver. the Dormouse is shown being a sleepy, or quiet character which also is represented by Last Boss. They are both characters that every viewer can't help but notice, but also can't help but forget.

Niragi on the other hand is a more obvious reasoning.

In every version of the dormouse, they hate the Cheshire cat (from what I remember at least). Which is obvious from Niragi's hate towards Chishiya. The Dormouse is also a very active character and is seen popping up everywhere, sort of making you think "when did they show up?" Niragi is also a character that comes in...even when no one wnats him to.

Truth to be told, the Dormouse is different in every version, so it makes sense if characters represent different sides of the Dormouse.

I actually relate every character who is, in a sense, close to Aguni as the Dormouse.

With that logic, Heiya is the Dormouse too.

Not only is she brave and opinionated (just like the Dormouse). I don't remember the exact version this is mentioned, but the Dormouse once escaped from a boiling teapot. Which literally feels like a direct reference to Heiya's first game, Boiling Death.

Anyway, it's all simply fun to think of. I wanted to drop a aprt of take in here too since I love symbolism!

#alice in borderland #alice in wonderland #aguni morizono #niragi suguru #last boss #akane heiya #mad hatter #march hare #the dormouse

17 notes · View notes

97b0n3s · 1 year ago

Text

Very upset thinking about saavik today… “we didn’t want to keep her in the movies or she might turn into a villain-“ SILENCE. Simply do not do that to her. It just makes me sad because I felt like Spock was always trying to find a successor (hello valeris) and was always disappointed or backstabbed and I feel like at the end of the 6th movie he was like damn so I really can’t trust ANYONE but Kirk and McCoy that’s crazy.. and that makes me very very sad. saavik helped fill that void in the second and 3rd movie but she was also just an interesting character that I felt was deserving of staying. (hashtag best lesbian) she had lots to learn and was very brave and helpful and like if she wasn’t on genesis baby Spock could’ve totally died of hypothermia. She kicks ass and she just stayed on vulcan.. i just wish she was in the movies in some way like a cameo or at the end of the 6th she pops up out of nowhere.. she kicked ass.. just blabbing my apolocheese

#star trek #star trek tos #spock #captain kirk #s'chn t'gai spock #saavik #valeris #if there’s wrong info my bad I have bad memory #star trek tos movies #Star Trek undiscovered country #rant post #nonsense #just me talking #saavik my beloved

75 notes · View notes

0lshadyl0 · 2 years ago

Note

Any HCs or scenarios on Yandere Hancock boa ?? I think she an interesting character 🥰

Of course, my dear, she is a fascinating character, in fact, she is my favorite female character after Nico Robin, I am weak to black haired women with cool powers and sad past.

Yandere Boa Hancock headcanons

• Brave of you to assume that she is not a yandere in the canon, that is, she has all the points to follow for her character to be a yandere, especially a delusional yandere

• sad past with traumatic events, no friends, position of power, no one contradicts her, she gets lost in her own fantasies, lives in her own reality and obsesses over a person beyond what is sanely possible, yeah she checks all the marks

• But, she would only become obsessed with her romantic interest if he has a very specific personality (for example, Luffy)

• Ok, let's say that the key for her to fix her eyes on you is that you have heroic tendencies, that is, she likes people with a good heart, willing to do what others would consider crazy in order to help others. the others (such as hitting a Tenryūbito, better yet, killing one)

• or just a very kind person with a great charisma, very positive mind but who doesn't take shit from anyone

• if things happened naturally, I'm pretty sure Hancock would be obsessed with a woman, Luffy is an exception to the rule (call it the power of the script thanks to being the protagonist of the series)

• Let's remember that the first men in her life that she met were the Tenryūbito and they are the worst experiences that a young woman like Boa could have, emotionally, physically and sexually (I'm 200% sure that she was raped by a good number of them, that's why despite being in love with Luffy she never sees herself having children with him… probably she can't even get pregnant due to irreparable damage to her sexual organ or simply they removed the ovaries so that she could not get pregnant by the Tenryūbito since she was a slave and the slaves are not worthy of having a child with a being as noble as a Tenryūbito is)

• Anyway, when she fixes her eyes on you, in her head she already begins to live in a world apart

• You've probably seen each other a maximum of five times and most of it in battles, possibly you saved her from some dangerous situation but not paying much attention to her, but in her head, you two are already engaged

• Yes, she is the type of women who, from a very young age, dreamed of getting married and having a large family full of love, a dream that has been transformed into only having a partner to love and be loved by because of the Tenryūbito and all their shit

• She is a relatively easy yandere to deal with, since the word of her s/o is divine law for her, she will never question you, nor will she go against you, she will not hesitate to put herself in danger or give her life for you, she literally will kill for you

• But, keep in mind, she is very jealous and in an unjustified way, nobody can look at you because she is already asking questions and imagining scenarios where you abandon her.

• Because, despite all that she says about being the most beautiful woman in the world, she actually has low self-esteem due to her past as a slave, she doesn't feel that she is worthy of you, because she is dirty

• But if you tell her that you are not interested in that person or deny knowing about the existence of the person who made her jealous, she will believe you without a shadow of a doubt.

• You can tell her that the sky is green and for her, yes, ultimately the sky is green and she will turn anyone who says otherwise into stone

• She is a stalker, she will follow you everywhere and will always be watching you, of course, at a respectful (Hinata-Naruto style) distance if the two of you get into a relationship, she will stick to you like gum, she is unbelievably clingy and has no idea of the meaning of personal space

• She is one of the few yanderes who have no sexual intentions, because she is traumatized with sex (she has never known about vanilla sex or consent) and considers it torture, she loves you too much to do you any kind of harm

• Oh, but if she were to get over her traumas and discover that sex can be enjoyed and is a way to stay connected to the one she loves, man, get ready for a long ride

#shady answer #one piece #yandere one piece #yandere posts #one piece headcanons #yandere x reader #yandere hancock #yandere boa hancock #yandere boa hancock x reader #one piece imagine #one piece boa hancock #boa hancock

212 notes · View notes

nicotinemaiden · 11 months ago

Text

The sapphire mirrored in his gaze;

Pairing: Gale x Sissia (F!Tav)

Rating: E (Smut)

Tags: Jealousy, Inappropriate use of Evard's Black Tentacles, Mage Hand and Astral Projection, Double penetration, Threesome, Very Explicit Sex

Word count: 5,961

You can also read on AO3.

The vibrant red, playful tail of the tiefling wizard, Lorroakan’s pupil as he had so enthusiastically informed all of them, loosely caressed Sissia, the tiefling leader of their little party, until it had her ankle surrounded and it could boldly venture upwards along her leg. The bard’s own tail swayed happily from one side to the other behind her figure, dragging the tip along the wooden floor languidly, her fourth cup of ale quickly coming to an end in her hands.

Gale’s eyebrow rose, looking at them from the wall at the side, curious to learn if she even realized what was happening, how she was being flirted with while the man's siblings celebrated their freedom by dancing and drinking with all of their group — their saviours, after all.

He hadn’t planned on staying apart, leaning against a wall and keeping an eye on everyone on the base floor of Last Light Inn. He had drunk quite a bit too and had been chatting with his companions in the same joyful manner for a good chunk of the night yet after allowing his eyes to feast upon their leader’s flesh and shape and gradually watching her grow more and more amused he couldn’t go back to his cheerful self, couldn’t look away when he noticed the closeness the inferior wizard of the room felt comfortable sharing with the woman he had come to admire, the closeness she had gleefully allowed.

Of course, she wasn’t his, it wasn’t his problem who she chose to spend her days — or nights — with, or shouldn’t be. They were really close friends, confidants. They had enjoyed more than a moment of intimacy together that had given him hope she could feel something beyond friendship for him, be that interest, curiosity or simply attraction, but he hadn’t taken the chance for it to break completely, he hadn’t been brave enough to try and move a step further.

The last time he risked anything for a woman he lost almost everything: The person most important to him, most of his powers, his health, his freedom, time as he knew it. He would have been lucky to keep his life, even if he had just been wasting it while trying to fix himself, had his goddess not asked for it once again, had she not set upon his shoulder the weight of his most important mission until now, of his last mission.

And who was he to try and make a claim on someone as perfect as Sissia when he couldn’t even offer her more than a couple of nights at his side before he renounced everything, her included? Who was he to ask her to love him if it would be the same as loving a dead man? How could he play with her in such a manner, making them forget their worries and problems in each other for a night only to shove them back in her face when he followed through with what he had to do? With what she had told him she fervently opposed to.

He wanted to ask her to give her full heart to him without being able to lend her even a piece of his.

He wanted to take and seize each fold and layer of her body, to incinerate her into the fires she ignited in him, and be able to ignore it after, hiding the fact that she would be the last person he touched before ending it all.

The way the tieflings’ heads came closer to one another and the wizard’s hand briefly touched hers while he poured yet more alcohol into her glass was driving him crazy.

He had longed for her since shortly after they met for the first time, her smile so brilliant it challenged the sun for his money, her long, midnight hair threading between his fingers in his most vivid dreams, full, dark lips giving a definition to the word ‘temptation’.

He had come to accept Astarion flirting openly with her, had come to ignore Wyll’s advances, sweet words and dances, had come to look away when Lae’zel aggressively explained in words what she wanted to do to her and what she wanted done. He had come to understand that, being as she was, most in their group would be extremely glad to have her even for a while, some of them clearly wanting even more. She had never accepted any of them, at least not in public, at least not informing the rest of the camp. Perhaps it was even a conscious decision, trying to avoid conflict whenever possible. She was a friend to all of them and nothing more.

It still made him jealous, the ease with which the vampire made her chuckle and laugh, the color of her cheeks sometimes warmer than usual. He couldn’t control his reaction when he saw her dancing and turning beside the warlock’s presence and he had almost jumped away and hidden under his blanket when he overheard Karlach insinuatingly offer to smash her against the floor. He had wanted to say something himself, usually getting content with some playful jokes, not wanting to put her in a complicated position, not even if there was something in her gaze that told him she was waiting for him, not even after she flirted back slightly, biting her lower lip and smiling. Sissia knew the effect she had on people and usually joked without getting anyone’s hopes up… until now.

He couldn’t answer if it was because of the drinks, because he had seen her drunk before at the party these same tieflings had thrown at them after their triumph against the goblin camp and its leaders, but she seemed a lot worse for wearing now, looser, a tad freer. True, he had also been allowed to unwind and drink more since his orb was under control, so perhaps he was just seeing things, imagining his fears without a real reason behind them.

His gaze drifted towards them again, their stools so close their thighs were touching each other and he inhaled deeply, allowing the air to expel itself from his nose as if it would help him relax. He had no right to be altered — if he had a problem he should just leave, snatch a bed upstairs and sleep away the night until morning came again and his main focus became Mystra’s mission instead of the tiefling bard that made him want to have extra time, that made him want to explore mortal pleasures he hadn’t had the opportunity before, that gave him hope that things could have another solution.

Walking past them, doing his best not to look at her face, he grabbed one of the full bottles on the counter and moved towards the stairs and into a small, lonely room with little else but a candle, a cupboard, an almost empty bookshelf, a chair and a bed. It didn’t look especially comfy but he at least could enjoy his solitary party inside, perhaps one of the books was entertaining enough for a couple hours. It was better this way — if he had to keep looking at them flirting and fluttering any longer he would lose his mind for the night and set himself up for some trouble, he was sure of it. He wasn’t one to defend any kind of violence unless it was strictly necessary but he had also started to realize he very much was feeling it essential at the moment, the inexperienced and unpolished tiefling wizard a perfect target for him to practice his accuracy. A part of his mind had him convinced defeating him in a magical fight would swoon Sissia his way but he knew better than to believe her so shallow and it only made him angrier — he had no idea how to catch her attention but way too many inspirations about what to do once he had it.

He moved to let his staff leant against the wall and rest the bottle on the table before closing the door but he was interrupted by the tiefling bard they had stated as their leader waiting against the doorframe, a worried look in her beautiful blue and black eyes, her arms crossed over her chest. Her voice was silky and sweet, softly wondering about him in an innocent manner — too innocent for how she was sprayed in the images of his mind.

“Everything alright Gale? I saw you fleeing the lower floor. Do you need something?”

Fleeing was undoubtedly a fine way to put it, given the fact that it was exactly what he had done. And he needed a lot of things, most of them related to how she had stepped inside a room where he found himself alone with her, most of them too wicked to share out loud. Lowering the bottle to the table he turned towards her, shooking his head slowly. How many glasses had he drank again? The colors were extremely vibrant and each movement took a long time to finish. His mind was focused on the curvature of her exposed neck and cleavage, wanting to run his tongue through it until her sweat watered his throat.

“Oh. No, don’t worry your head with me, I’m perfectly fine, just seeking a bit of quiet. But you better not keep your overly friendly wizard waiting for you — it wouldn’t be right of me to steal your precious time.”

Walking into the room with a steadier step than he would have had himself she let the door slide closed and raised a brow at him, soon realizing what it was that he was talking about and moving a strand of hair behind her ear nervously, her cheeks dying themselves darker. In a curious gesture he had seen only a couple of times before, her tail hugged her right leg and left the tip caressing her skin anxiously, the short sapphire dress she had borrowed to make the night more special sticking to her figure and leaving almost no curves for him to imagine, her shape perfect for his hands to study every inch of it.

“Do you mean Rolan? Well, yes, he’s… interesting, but he is not my wizard, is he? He can wait, I need to care for my people first.”

He inhaled, his breathing coming short after listening to her call him ‘her’ wizard. He was sure there was something wrong with his brain, besides the obvious, because he could feel it failing. He hoped she wasn’t able to see the smoke he was almost sure he was producing.

“No, I mean… It’s obvious he has other intentions for you and that you find the idea… compelling, at the very least. Far it be for me to rob you of the opportunity. The luxury of time is scarce for us and we should make the most of it.”

Alarmed and taken aback for a moment she stepped towards him as if she wanted to erase the idea from his mind but their eyes clashed and her attitude changed, a small, playful smile showing at the side of her mouth. He feared what she could do with the knowledge she had just gained, the knowledge he had inadvertently allowed her to get.

“It’s true, we should make the most of it. So, tell me, Gale, would you be in favor of me leaving this room and losing myself in Rolan’s arms? Would you be alright with me fucking him until our mouths were dry and we succumbed to fatigue? Do you want me to suck him until my tongue loses sensitivity? Is that what you’re telling me to do?”

So she wasn’t so naïve after all — she had been aware of everything and had played along all the same, her words a reality he knew would be easy for her to take. But she was asking his opinion, she was provoking him with her explicit sentences, her eyes informing him of a challenge, of a possibility, of an open door that had always been there but he had been too cowardly to take.

If he said yes at the moment he had no doubt she would do it, if only to spite him, to shove in his face what he had decided to decline. But she wasn’t here, having followed him all the way when she had no reason to, to listen to him surrendering. She hadn’t stated what ideas she had in a way so hot he was having trouble retaining her voice pronouncing the words without exploding for him to send her away. Or, perhaps, he was indeed too drunk for any of this and he was reading the interpretations he wanted in her words or, better yet, imagining this entire encounter.

Either way, it was too late for him. There was seldom a more dangerous person than someone with nothing to lose and he, at the moment, had nothing. It didn’t matter if he wanted something tied to feelings, it didn’t matter if she just played around with him. In the end, he just wanted to enjoy himself in the carnal pleasures he had forbidden himself from since the first time Mystra reached out to him. If he was going to die, if the world needed his sacrifice, he deserved to be brave and bold even if just for a couple of hours.

He approached her, towered over her until she was forced to step back, to lean against the wood of the door in his shadow. He wasn’t usually an intimidating person, his sanguine attitude making most people believe they were in no danger if their enemy was him, but he had the power to exterminate an entire city with a thought, he had the ability to turn to ashes an entire neighbourhood if he was in the wrong mood. And he knew how to use such attitude when he needed it, his usual easy smile turning into a frown, his hand landing near her head after slowly locking the door, taking the initiative of it, the sound clear against the otherwise silent room, to get so close to her one of his legs had started to move to the middle of hers.

“I don’t feel there’s a correct answer to that question. Yes, if that’s what you want to do. But no — if I have any say in the matter I can imagine better places for you to spend your night at.”

Her hand came teasingly to the edge of his robe, touching some of the body hair near the mark of his orb and making him breath deeply. He felt his own tension under her touch, the storm that brewed in his interior, the fear that he was, even if it didn’t seem like it, reading the situation backwards. Her eyes searched for him and remained there until she bit her lower lip in expectation, their respective gazes lowering to the other’s mouth, exercising their self-control by a thin thread.

“Can you? I’m open to any and all… suggestions. Rolan was very open about his. I’m intrigued about the alternatives, non-combat uses of the Thorn Whip spell… among others.”

He felt himself burning. She was going to end him without waiting for him to reach their objective. She was using the other wizard to make him jealous but not only that: she seemed to know what she was doing perfectly, the name rolling down her mouth as if she was about to go satisfy her curiosity if he didn’t offer an alternative. He had just needed to imagine her subjected to some of his spells, because she had just insinuated as such, because he had thought about it for so long, that he felt himself harden. He wanted to do so many things to her… and despite the fact that he wanted to offer her a special, romantic moment under the stars she was sure not to forget, he had also no drop of patience left, no more calm, warm love reserved for her, no more red candles under the blanket of the starry sky. He was too far gone for it, fighting with himself not to throw her against the bed with little to no care to remember the soft, detailed poems he had wound up for her before.

He had no doubt now. She was playing with him… and he wanted badly to play with her.

With a swift movement of one of his hands, her voice stating that she would experiment with the use of spells in more uncommon situations with another person motivation enough to test some of the theories that ran wild along his brain, he conjured one of his less-used spells, one he most probably wouldn’t have thought to use for such purpose if it wasn’t because she drove him crazy — Evard’s Black Tentacles.

True to his name she was promptly held against the door, her arms almost hanging together from the ceiling with the squishy rope threading between both of them and surrounding them both together and independently, her legs spread with the dark tentacles hugging them close to her center and curling around them teasingly, her dress distractingly pulling up until almost all of her legs were visible, stopped only thanks to her tail, who had tangled itself with another of the tentacles, their tips playing with each other. She moaned briefly and low while the magic surrounded her, closing her eyes in pleasure while her body ground against the door, against the tentacles, expecting more. Her sounds were approvingly, as if she was thanking him, as if she was confirming that it was exactly what she had been wanting.

He almost didn’t need anything else with the show he was lucky enough to be part of.

Almost, because he pressed his body against hers and she pushed back against his, their clothes becoming an obstacle and an annoyance. Almost, because his right hand ventured under her fitted dress while his left caressed the silky cloth of it right in the curve of her waist, and he was dying to see everything that was hidden under the fabric.

Her gaze was hot and impatient, lowering itself to his lips from time to time as if she was trying to send a message but, sadly for her, it was him who had the reins and, as much as he was dying to kiss her finally, as much torture he was subjecting himself to after pining for her for so long, he was also having a lot of fun seeing her desperation. Watching her slowly become undone thanks to him, all thoughts of the rest of the people away from their minds, coming back exclusively to remind him that, even for a night, she had chosen to give herself to him. He would do his best to show her it was the correct decision yet he would go all out with his wishes, with everything he wanted to try in so little time.

His fingers briefly brushed the outside of her panties, wet and excited, and he let got a soft ‘Fuck’ against her neck, her breathing racing in the same way his was, her body pressing against his fingers while her head moved to leave him space. He kissed her jaw, one, two, three times before moving his kisses lower, biting closer to her shoulder, licking the skin and the recent drop of sweat that had reached it. His fingers, on their part, sneaked inside her underwear and opened the folds of her cunt until he could start playing with her most sensible, external spot, her loud moan mixed with his name the most beautiful song he had ever seen the bard sign, despite how beautiful and captivating each was.

He left the motion repeating itself with a clasp of his fingers, a mage hand replacing him while his real hand moved even forward, his fingers easily breaking the wall between them fully and joining the inside of her pussy until he found the perfect spot for them and kept moving them away and into it time and time again.

Open-mouthed, without being able to barely form a thought, flushed and with her words faltering, his companion tried to get him to stop, tried to give pause to the tentacles that without asking for his permission had ventured inside the top area of her dress and were intensely playing with her chest and nipples, the entirety of the situation forcing her to almost reach the end when, moments ago, she had been fine. It had been too sudden but, despite her halfhearted attempt, they both wouldn’t change a thing. It was perfect.

“Gale… I can’t… It’s been too long, I just…”

He smirked, enjoying her breathless pronunciation of his name, the plea for him to give her a pleasure she had forgotten until now, the honor he had of helping her reach her climax. He bounded his control of the tentacles, the dark things reaching both her lower entrances and teasing them playfully while she tried to squeeze them between her thighs without success. And he couldn’t wait any longer. Not to make her cum for him and not to bathe himself in said fluid until there was not an inch of his cock outside of her. He blamed his impatience on his self-imposed celibacy after Mystra, to the extremely long time since he was able to feel another skin grinding towards his long before the goddess.

He removed his robe without any care, throwing it beside him and ignoring completely where it could land before hastily removing his undershirt too, his right hand stroking his member up and down almost desperately partly still inside his trousers while he bit and kissed any part of her that was within reach. She looked at what he was doing to himself, making an effort not to become constantly distracted by what he was doing to her, and bit her lip so strongly he smelled a drop of blood.

“Gods, just fuck me. Or should I call your rival up so you both can turn torturing me into a competition?”

There it was again, the jealousy of imagining the other tiefling watching her in this state, admiring her perked-up nipples against the sapphire fabric of her dress, his magic fucking her and preparing her for him.

No, she was his, his magic commanded violently, the possessiveness controlling him.

One of the tentacles ignored his previous orders — since he had been the first to lose said control in the first place — and entered her cunt fully and suddenly, making her scream in pained pleasure, her mouth salivating and her eyes closed until her release came brutally and her body trembled, exhausted, complete… needy, thirsty and impatient — her unconscious movements pleading for more, and more, and more.

Everything came to a stop while they both recuperated some air, while they both realized what they had just done and how, while they both accepted they wanted extra of it, of anything the other had to offer.

Gale was still touching himself when he dissipated his spells and allowed her to fall against him, his leg pinning her to the door still, her hands coming to aggressively grab his hair and pull him towards her, exploring and devouring every last part of his mouth, of his tongue, of his lips. He had never been kissed like that, like the world was about to suffer an ice age and they were the only ones capable of lighting a fire. He had dreamt about kissing her multiple times — awake and deep within the clutches of sleep she always found his way to him, becoming an obsession, a distraction, stealing even the last of his thoughts — yet it usually was something sweet, loving. Sometimes, if he was feeling brave, passionate and wild.

The problem was, as he had started to realize during his travels with her, reality often surpassed imagination.

The dance they found themselves in was brutal and primal, without any kind of rhythm or cohesion. They pulled and pushed at the other, trying to avoid their body from moving too far away, reclaiming the other’s tongue as if it were theirs by right.

The archmage's head was full of ideas — crazy, bold moves he had only been able to dream of before; magic mixing into their current realm, the animalistic, grounded, dirty side of everything he had learned to enjoy in an ethereal and mystical way now grinding against his mortal body and tainting it with sweat and saliva, the sensation, despite different and new, more than welcomed — and he decided not to lose a moment further thinking whether or not he should do it. If she had been fine with that beautiful, unique tentacle spell, she would be fine with what he had in mind.

He grabbed her until her legs surrounded his hips, still lost in each other, his right hand moving in the air to conjure one of his signature spells. He had used it in bed before but not in such a grounded way, not outside the astral planes or the ethereal sex he had grown used to. His astral projection, naked as he was brought into the world, was quick grabbing her, following each of his commands, transposing to him the sensations on his part as if he was in two places at the same time. He loved this spell and had no doubt present that once they were over it would be his favourite.

Allowing her to keep her right leg tied to the real him, her tail comfortably curled around his real thigh, but separating her left to give both of them space, to enjoy the touch of her inner thigh, his spell moved her hair out of the way to permit easy access to her ear, neck and shoulders, to surrender to them being ravished by the projection seconds after it came to life.

“Oh? Clever trick. But I thought you didn’t like to share.”

Making the projection easily remove her sapphire dress upwards and throwing it in the same direction as his own robe he attacked her chest and lower neck with his mouth, almost too impatient to answer.

“Is it sharing if it’s with myself? Because I will show you you don’t need anyone else.”

With an intake of breath, she moaned when his teeth caught one of her nipples, both reality and projection working together to remove the only piece of clothing remaining in her body before he left the weight to his projection to be able to remove his remaining clothing too. When he looked back she had turned to kiss his form made magic, her legs spread for him and her ass rubbing against the length of his projection’s cock and he felt his dick twitch in response of the image, of the very real feeling in his own length, of the arousal it created for him. She stopped, looking at the real him and calling him closer with the playful movement of her index finger, and once he heeded her calling and reclaimed the lips that were his she used her right hand to position him right in her middle and moved her body as downwards as she could in her position, taking him in like an inn that hadn’t had a customer in years, opening her doors to him and groaning and moaning against his lips while she became accustomed to his size.

Between slow movements and pleasure cries his projection spit on his hand and used it to lubricate the hole of her ass, playing with one finger, two fingers, three until she broke the kiss to get air back in her lungs, until her holes closed surrounding him to let be known that she couldn’t wait for longer. If he had known this is what she craved he would have fucked her senseless in an orgy of himself and her that would have made her stop looking at anyone else.

Pushing both her and his clone closer to the door Gale took the opportunity to enter her fully, to exit her completely only to fill her again. And again. And again. The slick, the fluids, the sweat, her flesh warm and tight around his… everything felt new, as if he was little different than a virgin just playing around for the first time. It had been so long since he had felt this kind of ‘human’ contact he had to make a conscious effort not to end their fun then and there, his strokes hard, deep and quick while the hand that was not supporting and clutching her leg against his hip caressed her waist and chest, getting lost in pinching her nipples.

He stopped moments after to allow his projection to finish what it had started, entering the hole of her ass slowly while she bit down his shoulder and her tail squeezed his leg further, its tip venturing to touch every part of him that was within reach without allowing his real body to move away, pushing it against her cunt even further.

But if he had trouble stopping his own pleasure while fucking her once, he had to take a brief moment from fucking her in two places, his brain complete mush, his heart working in overdrive. She moved her fingers to catch his chin and made him look at her, nodding slowly, her eyes amused and clouded by desire. Patiently she kissed him exactly as he had imagined her to kiss — a damsel after meeting her prince, the true love kiss of a fairy tale, her lips contorted into a sweet smile he had never seen her made before. Understanding, loving, playful.

He ground his hips against hers brutally, feeling the gratification of his clone’s cock brushing against his in perfect coordination, his pleasure quickly building up impulsed by her open moans and loud cries. Somehow, the fact that the other wizard could be listening in on them, realizing that he had lost the opportunity to take her as he was doing, filled him with elation.

They spend a regrettably short while in such a position until he felt her cunt shudder around him, pushing him towards the chasm that had been waiting all the time he had forced himself to be on edge, letting it build up and distracting himself with small details of anything unrelated to her not to fall before his time.

Yet once the convulsions of her pussy squeezed his cock inside and her mouth, open in front of his to keep kissing and licking him, trapped his tongue fully to stop her loud whimper, he couldn’t stop his own release, moaning her name while his teeth bit down her bottom lip, the heat of the closed room too much, the air, despite the wonderful smell they had left behind, too overwhelming.

He dissipated his clone and grabbed her until the tiefling was stable enough to be able to stand on her own feet, only for her to remain completely naked and move near the table, her hand caressing the wood as if she was searching for something.

His breathing returned to normal Gale grabbed a spare clean cloth from nearby and cleaned his own mess as much as he could, getting distracted by how his fluids were still leaving her cunt slowly, dropping down her leg, the tip of her tail following it, catching his attention. He had been inside of it moments before, nothing else mattered.

He threw the cloth to the side, the floor starting to get gilled with fabrics of all kinds, and followed her playful walk to the table, watching her sit on top of it with a sensual movement of her legs, her hands grabbing the bottle of wine he had left on it when he thought the night would be a lot more boring.

“If I had known the only thing I needed for you to fuck me like that was to get you jealous and drunk I would have done it a long time ago. Hell, I’d probably do it again only to provoke you.”

Bringing two glasses from the cupboard that seemed adequately clean and empty and waiting for her to pour for them he chuckled. He leaned against the table, almost sitting on top but not fully. He was… calmer now, even if he was aware that if he kept looking at her naked body as it was he wouldn’t be for much longer.

“You would, uh? And what if I decide I really don’t want to share you? What if I make you unequivocally mine?”

Ignoring his glasses she moved in front of him, brought a leg beside his ass on the wood and drank from the bottle while some of the drops of the red wine fell to her neck and chest.

“Then you would have made me wait for too long. And you’ll have even more reason not to allow me to go flirting with other people. Wouldn’t you want to punish me? To remind me whose I am, to whom I belong to?”

Yes. He wanted all of it. He wanted to bury himself inside her each time he was feeling jealous, to pin her against the first wall he could find if she looked at someone with interest, to watch as his clones fucked her each time someone even looked at her. He was crazy, but only for her.

His hands moved to cup the cheeks of her ass he licked the drops of wine from her neck and chest and kept playing with it until he twisted her nipple with his tongue, surrounding it, biting it, licking it fully, her breathing starting to come short once again. With a gesture of his tongue after a little pause, he asked her to drop some of the bitter deep hot liquid into his mouth, taking it while she poured directly into it. Before he was able to drink it fully however she stole his lips again and took it, making it disappear before devouring and ravishing the entirety of his mouth.

He grabbed her to change their positions and sat her on top of the table, making space between her legs for his body before he sank into his knees, falling to the floor while allowing the tip of his fingers to caress her inner thigh before making his kisses follow the movement.

“Such a shame to know I have made you wait for me. Do you think I still have time to make it up to you?”

Letting her body fall backwards slightly and gripping Gale’s hair as if she wanted nothing else in the world she spoke, her voice deep and lusted, clouded in heat and arousal, condemning them both.

“Only if we do this a lot from now on. Only if you honor your offer to make me unequivocally yours. Or else I know of some other wizard very interested i-”

She moaned wildly the moment his tongue travelled the entirety of her cunt only to end precisely at her clit, the circular motions pleasurable and distracting, winning him a soft laugh on her part. He didn’t care if she did it only to get a ruse out of him. She was here, asking to be his, after almost forgetting the concept of life while he fucked her. He could live with her provoking him every now and again, he could live with her playing publicly with others only for him to see, if he could steal her at night and make her release the same sounds she was doing with his mouth between her legs.

43 notes · View notes

sonik-kun · 1 year ago

Text

Reminder that WWX did use a homophobic slur (cutsleeve) before he found out he was, in fact, a "cutsleeve" himself.

I'd also argue that him taking advantage of MXY's body and the rumours associated with him by acting as a "stereotypical gay" to get out of situations was a form of homophobia in itself.

He assumed this was how crazy, gay people act - like sexual deviants. He used that stereotype on top of the rumours about MXY just to get out of sticky situations and avoid being captured.

Whilst this isn't aggressive homophobia, nor would I consider him a raging homophobe myself, he still took advantage of the world view he was raised in, which, in modern terms, was problematic in itself.

Think the harmful, stereotypical, predatory gay trope in anime that a lot of anime fans have taken issue with. That's the stereotype WWX was trying to perpetuate and brush off as a silly joke which is bordering that harmful stereotype territory mentioned above. And yet I don't see the moral "holier than thou" crowd talking about that in their analysis on "fictional characters in an ancient Chinese setting."

(Note before I get jumped on: I don't think WWX was being cruel or malicious when he did this. Nor do I think he purposely intended to sully poor MXY's image further. And I ofc don't think that WWX is a terrible person for doing so either. The guy was desperate and needed to pull tricks to avoid capture. But that still doesn't make things right by modern standards. Even if said stereotype was used to goad a load of "homophobes." Would also like to add that even after coming out, WWX didn't really challenge the societal standard or think ill of anyone who thought like that. It's not like he toured the CW with LWJ, promoting gay rights. He'd be very extraordinary for doing that and brave, too. But he didn't. Instead, he just got up to sexy times with his husband daily and lazed about living the good life. Which is valid of him, tbh, giving the shit he went through. But my point still stands. The social norm persists.)

Also, bare in mind, WWX was heavily in denial about his own sexuality at first and struggled to come to terms with it in the beginning due to the societal norms back then, anyway.

Homophobia was the norm. Stop denying that when you know most of the characters found it bizarre.

By their standards being gay was, unfortunate as it is, unusual and to them, perhaps even immoral in its own right.

By modern standards, we know now that it is wrong. And the moral consensus is that being gay is normal and should not be vilified (even then, not all cultures today have reached that consensus and LGBT rights still have a long way to go).

With this in mind and the notion of what morality meant to people back then, you mustn't hold the characters to modern standards because that was simply the world view. What was "right" back then.

You cannot say with certainty that you wouldn't be homophobic back then, in a world where people called it strange and immoral. As much as I'd like to believe that I would be one of the few who find it wrong to treat gay people poorly, most of us probably would find homosexuality strange because that was the moral consensus of that time. As such, it is unfair to hold characters like JC, JL, and JGY to modern standards for that reason. That's the point we've all been trying to make here.

(Even then, JC and JL both watched as WWX left with his hubby into the sunset and didn't speak illy of their relationship again, nor consider them social outcasts like the Jins and Mos treated MXY. It's almost as if people can change their world views entirely (or to some extent) after things become normalised. Hmm. 🧐

Furthermore, MXTX herself said that JC wasn't a bad person. She wouldn't say that if he's the "aggressive homophobe, incapable of change" like you all seem to imply he is.)

You all make this point about historical context when us JC fans criticise WWX for his clear breach of bodily autonomy with the core transfer and his own war crimes. You should apply that logic to the period typical homophobia too. Because as I have said before, you cannot say for certain that the characters would be homophobic had this taken place in a society where being gay was the norm whilst homophobia was frowned upon. Let's use some logic and context when talking about characters from an ancient time period, shall we?

#canon jiang cheng #jiang wanyin #jiang cheng #mo dao zu shi #mdzs #so sick of this tired ass argument smh #stop holding ancient characters by modern standards #to us modern folk they're ALL problematic in their own way 😂#get over it

91 notes · View notes

just-another-star-47 · 10 months ago

Text

@kiwiplaetzchen made this wonderful template and I couldn't resist to fill it out, now that I try to focus mainly on Luscinia and her story. 😊

(And yes, I need to draw her wand, but I'm still not sure about the design 🙈)

So let's get a little more into detail, shall we? 😁

Luscinia is the Latin name for nightingale (So the c is spelled like the ones in Accio). During the big witch hunt in Europe, big wizarding families started to give their family members Latin names as an act of rebellion against the Christian church, that used Latin for their holy textes. Till this day, the Plonbraw family keeps that tradition alive, much to Luscinia's regret.

Luscinia's family originated in the eastern part of (modern) Germany, a part that is part of Prussia in the 1890s. The family of her mother still lives there, so she regularly visited her old homeland, even though the Plonbraw family fled into the far north of Norway centuries ago.

In a wand ceremony in her old home town the wand of one of her ancestors choose to be with her - made out of willow wood, around 20 cm long, somewhat flexible. (Read about the wand ceremony here)

I don't want to spoil too much, because I think it will be a part in my story, but let's just say her Patronus is a special dragon. 🤫

Rosalie was a gift from her older brother, right before her first year in school. He bought it from the money he got from selling potions to his classmates. (Maybe I have chosen the name after a little owl in one of my favourites films, that always broadcast around christmas in Germany. 😊)

Speaking of her brother, she has three siblings. Her older brother Corvus is four years older than her, her sister Alauda is three years older and her brother Alcedo is two years younger.

The relationship with her parents is.. complicated. Her father is an Auror, that isn't at home very often, her mother sees the worth of her children only in their achievments.

Luscinia is shy, because she doesn't trust other people and overthinks way too much, what they could do with the informations she gives them. She also often times feels pressured to regulate the people around them, making sure nobody gets hurt or upset.

She's rather lazy when it comes to homework, or other academic duties, but she needs to do things. Boredom makes her go crazy and you really don't want to come across her, when she's bored. It's one of the rare occasions, where she'd be very rude.

The only reason why her room is somewhat tidy, is because she gets overwhelmed very quickly, when there are too many distracting things in her surrounding. Other than that, she has simply no interest in beeing overly neatly, one of the reasons why she's so bad in Potions and Transfiguration - the need to be overly exact is nothing for her.

Luscinia tries to be friendly to everyone, because she never want to make someone feel bad or unwelcome. That beeing said, she's not a big philanthropist and especially in her teenage years she can get grouchy in social gatherings.

Typical Gryffindor here - brave to a point were it borders on dumbness.. 😅 Her playfulness doesn't make it any better. It's a trait not many are allowed to witness, but if she feels safe with someone, she loves to tease, play, do dumb shit and get lost in small details.

Luscinia is clumsy, because in her mind she is often elsewhere - already doing the next task, daydreaming or talking with herself. So no, she doesn't even notice it, when she bumps into objects, or that it's predictable that she pushes the vial with the liquid from the table to the ground by how hastily she works. 😅

#hogwarts legacy #about luscinia #luscinia plonbraw #hogwarts legacy mc #hogwarts legacy oc #hogwarts legacy fanart

33 notes · View notes

jinnie-ret · 1 year ago

Text

ep.1: meet the wives

ratings: fluff

warnings: small mentions of ADHD, cancer, death, body size, cheating

running time: 1.5k words

summary: the brides to be gather and meet each other for their hen party, before they get married.

SKZ MAFS EPISODE LIST

MAIN MASTERLIST

•••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••

"Hi!!! I'm Aurora, but most people call me Rori, I'm 25 and I've been single for 2 years," Aurora grinned toothily at the camera as she introduced herself.

"I joined this experiment because I just want to meet someone who makes me feel safe, you know?" her tone has shifted to more of a sad one, but from the way she presented herself you could tell she was good at hiding that side of her.

"I've definitely had some experiences before that have changed who I was as a person, and it's not a nice feeling at all, it's dreadful," Aurora admitted, hinting at something else that must have affected her, eyes unable to look into the camera anymore, or even the person asking the questions to her.

"These past 2 years I think I've really grown as a person, like massive personal growth. I've managed to come out of that time where things were darker, and I just want a husband that will help me see the lighter times too."

"I moved to South Korea from the UK not too long after my previous relationship, and I now work as a nurse! It's a really rewarding job, long hours, but so rewarding. I think it's important my husband cares about hard work too, and yeah."

"Yeah, my family thinks I'm absolutely insane for joining this process, of course they do!" Dallas giggled and covered her mouth as she threw her head back, just imagining and remembering the looks her family gave her when she told them she was going on a show where she'd be marrying a stranger.

"Hi, I'm Dallas! I'm only 21, but, I had been in a relationship for 5 years. I think obviously I've changed since I was a kid, I'm a woman now, and I think now that I'm a woman I need a man," she shrugged her shoulders lightly with a small smile, almost becoming shy at admitting what she wanted in a husband.

"Someone who... is quite calm in their nature, I'd say. Sometimes my brain feels too busy, I do have ADHD and that can sometimes be quite overwhelming. So I think I want someone that'll calm me down but also accept who I am, yeah," she explained as the camera panned to her knee jolting up and down from ner seat.

"For my job I actually have my own little flower shop, and I don't think I'd rather be doing anything else. Some people say to me it must get boring but there's so many stories with the people I meet and why they want to buy their flowers and-" she cut herself off.

"I'm rambling, aren't I? To put it simply, yeah it's a small business, but I love it. I wouldn't have it any other way."

"Hi, I'm Sienna! I've never had a boyfriend before, so, yes, coming onto a show where I'm going to have a husband, it's, umm, how you say? Crazy, haha. Why am I here? Haha," Sienna's Polish accent came through as she spoke, adding some charm to her.

"I just think... The male figures in my life are very important to me. I remember the day I was told my father had cancer, that was the day I learnt he was going to die from it..." she bravely admitted, eyes welling up with tears. The screen showed her grabbing a tissue.

"Sorry can I have a moment?" she sniffled, holding her hand up to block the view of her getting upset.

"He always told me to think with my heart, and I think that's something that will stick with me forever. I know he won't be there the day I get married, but I've got a part of him with me always," she spoke gently of her father's warm advice.

"I think I can come across as quite closed off, I am training to be a lawyer, so I feel like I have to look at things quite unbiased, but with love... I'm not sure how it will go. I think I just want someone who will accept me for me, you know?"

"This is 100% the right place for me to be. I want love, I need it. I'm done living my lonely girl era. I mean that era was a whole year but let me tell you it was a long year," Octavia admitted as she sheepishly shrugged her shoulders.

"I've been in and out of relationships a lot, and they've never really matched me. It always left me thinking, maybe I was too much for them to handle?"

"I just want someone cheeky who will match my humour, that's a big thing for me. Someone who is ambitious too, yeah that's important for me as well," she nodded, describing her ideal type.

"I'm a model, I travel quite a lot for different shoots or campaigns so I hope that my husband is someone who could handle that, and cope with my busy lifestyle."

"Hi, I'm Valentina! I'll say it how it is, plain and simple like that. I work in sales, it's not the most interesting job I'll be honest, but it pays the bills, haha," she laughed, tossing her over her shoulder and giving a 'help me' look to the camera jokingly.

"I just live for the Fridays where me and my girls can go to the bar at the end of a long day and do a bit of karaoke. I have been told I have quite a good voice, not to brag," Valentina smirked.

"What do I want in a husband? I need someone who can handle my fieriness, someone who will accept me for me."

"I think people look at me a certain way, I'm not a prude, but I want my fairytale. My parents have been together for 40 years now, they're so important to me. My family is my world. So, as ambitious as it may sound, I want to have my fairytale in this experiment."

"Hi, I'm Tanaka! All I know is old people, fish, and the sea. You don't get a lot of people my age near the village I live," she introduced herself.

"I'm from Japan but live near the beach in Uljin! I'm looking for love, and I don't quite know what that will look like yet but I need something to fill the void," there was a pause as she spoke seriously, before she chuckled and leant back into her chair, "too deep?"

"I work at an aquarium, people come in with their kids, it's definitely something I want one day... Even if I can't carry them myself."

"I want my husband to understand me I think, which will be hard because I don't fully understand myself. But maybe they'll bring a different side out of me? Who knows haha... I'm looking forward to it."

"I'm Taniyah! I need a man that can handle a big girl-" Taniyah gave a cute look to the camera and looked it up and down as if she was flirting with whoever was watching. The camera quickly cut.

"Is that too much?" she giggled heartily, her hand habitually resting on her chest as she did so.

"Guys I've been with in the past... They've only wanted to get with me because they're curious of what it's like to be with someone plus size... They almost, how you say it? Fetish? They don't care about who I really am, deep down. And that's been a huge problem for me my whole dating life, it's really held me back."

"I work as a therapist, mainly with teens, and I go into schools and talk to them and just really help get down to the roots of their problems."

"I think I want someone who is caring and a good listener, because they're things I strive to be too, so yeah, I need a man that'll match my energy. Just wait til he sees me in full glam too, the boy won't be able to keep his hands off of me!" Taniyah cheered, clicking her fingers.

"Korea is very different to India let me tell you that," Ishani said in wonder, before adding on quietly with a small smile, "I like it."

"I came onto this show because the last time I was in a relationship I got cheated on, very badly, and I want someone who I can rely on all the time. I don't even have to know what they're doing, I just need a trustworthy person to be my husband, because then I won't have to worry."

"I do work as a vet, so I get to see animals quite a lot. It really is my dream job, I feel so lucky. I trust the animals more than men sometimes I can't lie. They're better listeners!" Ishani's eyes lit up as she spoke passionately of her job.

"I think what I also want out of the experiment is personal growth too. I've kept myself to myself for far too long, and I want someone to help bring things out of me I didn't know were there."

watch next ep -->

viewers: @skz-streamer @kiraisastay @hannahhbahng @kpopmenace143 @sakufilms @hanjiquokkaaa @arloo00 @dunno-wut-to-do @splat00z @cheesemonky @his-angell @turtledove824 @2minstan @royal-shinigami @jyu-037 @keen-li @strawberry31

#skz mafs #skz #skz x reader #stray kids #stray kids x reader #skz fluff #skz angst #straykids imagines #stray kids fluff #stray kids imagines #skz fic #bang chan x reader #lee know x reader #changbin x reader #hyunjin x reader #han jisung x reader #felix x reader #seungmin x reader #jeongin x reader

90 notes · View notes