#sm fucking sabotaging them

[hanniehq]

i so selfishly want seunghan back. i want him to fight back. i want him to scream to everyone whos hurt him. i dont want him to debut as a soloist. i dont care if “it is was his decision.” i want to see him with riize again. i dont want him to waste the months of practice he prepared. i want to hear him in the songs he was meant to be in in the first place. i want him and riize to prove that their bond is so strong that no one can tear them apart. i dont just want justice for him, i want him to he part of his dream again. and as fucked up as it sounds i want everyone who couldve driven him to worse outcomes to face the worst consequences possible. i dont want them to roam around thinking they won with their threats.

i want riize to be seven forever and always.

[wonho-ssi]

[postmanlinksbootyshorts]

i'm talking abt a manhwa i'd been reading and dropped

i wanna get back into long live the night simply to see how boring and awful the plot has gotten lol

when i first picked the manhwa up i was expecting a love triangle between a human who has a crush on his lycan best friend and the lycan's toxic vampire ex but it turns out the lycan is very much with the vampire 'ex' and there's ANOTHER more toxic vampire who wants the 'toxic' vampire ex (dude isn't even toxic fr). the plot is a mess. it's like a watered down worse version of omegaverse without the slick and heat cycles and pregnancy. what made me stop reading it was the bit in like chapter 30 or smth where the boring lycan mc had to deal with ,,speciesism'' and it was written just as bad as you're thinking but somehow even worse. i read that part and fucking died. it was awful.

i wont post all the screenshots from when i had my weekly 5am breakdown triggered by it but i WILL include this lil nugget

[timelord-of-the-moon]

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[certifiedmaidenlessblog]

So wayv needs to be more popular to get more performance oriented songs. And whose fault is it that they're not popular?

[terriblyrenderedenigma]

On Transformers and Human soulmate tropes...

(i do personally attack starscream at the end, i'm sorry starscream lovers, i love him too, but he's just a sad, devious little guy.)

Just a little thought here, so, I love soulmate tropes. Depending on the plot, they can be really fun and take so many interesting paths as a medium used within storytelling, whether romantic or platonic.

But what i want to talk about specifically is Transformer x Human soulmate tropes. Like, you have this super sweet side to it where the bot can be like 'I have waited my entire life to find you, finally, I can hold you in my arms and we never have to part again'. Depending on the character/story/type of SM (soulmate, shortening it because I'm not gonna keep writing it out) trope of course.

Can I just say how...instrumentally fucked this is though? So you have this race of robots who live for, what is essentially millennia out in the wild unless they catch the smoke. Their soulmate ends up being this little creature that lives for 80, maybe 100 years tops before dying. -Unless we're going for some kind of mind switch body type thing, but we all know how that went with spike in g1.

Our beloved robo blorbos will eventually have to cope with the fact that their soulmate, the person or creature they're MEANT to be with via laws of the universe, will die a LOT sooner than they will.

This especially hits hard with the decepticons who, depending on continuity -- hate humanity already. Bots who've gone through so much, losing their home, friends, and their dignities; have to learn to put up with and accept this creature as their fated mate/spouse/conjux endura, whatever you want to call it- SOULMATE.

Then the decepticons just have to deal with the fact that they're going to lose this person too, just like they've already lost everything else and oh GOD. Maybe they choose to forget about them and move on, stay alone and mourn what could have been if the universe hadn't had such a fucked sense of humor. Maybe they choose to accept it, but never let their SM too close because they know they'll just be hurt so much more hurt when the inevitable comes.

Then you have to think about decepticons having to possibly protect their SM from other cons! From being taken and 'saved' by the autobots.

Imagine some bots or cons just flying off the handle, going crazy just to try and keep their human alive in any way they possibly can, afraid of running out of time.

(Starscream lovers forgive me for the angst)

And Starscream especially, Maybe he'd try. He'd have a great time, take a chance, and give it a go. But what if he's actually terrified? Maybe he'd also self sabotage a little, knowing the relationship will never last too long anyways; not in the short blink of time it would be next to his life. Maybe, he doesn't actually know what to do with himself in a positive relationship after being, i dunno, consistently dogged on by megatron and he freezes.

There's something actually good for him, and since he isn't sure how to receive or accept that fact, he's gone. And maybe he'll come back, but the cycle could repeat.

(Im sorry, unless you put a tracker on him and call his ass and really give him some therapy. get him some god damn therapy.)

But yeah. All around, the angst potential is immense for this stuff and it makes me sad to think about so I thought i would share it instead of just write about it in an actual fic because my character analysis and ability to comprehend my own thoughts is so shit.

Okay, CIAOOOOOO~

[torantuga]

i was unmotivated to draw this week so i forced myself to draw in diff styles - and i chose to redesign emmk cus i love them both sm (even tho i dont even enjoy td anymore)

buut then i got the idea of maybeeee i could make a what-if scenario where julia-mk-emma alliance could be made

so here they are!

EXPLANATION BELOW!!! (warning, maybe ooc but it's a rewrite + redesign)

sooo what im bringing to the table is a rewrite of their characters - esp s1

JULIA

for julia, i wanted to make the twist villain thing for s2, which might sound weird... but i can explain

she mantains the happy-go-hippie personality as a facade during the time she stays in the island, whilst in the background she's actively sabotaging other contestants with the help of mk. she only shows her true colors after mk betrays her (which i kept the same, probably after the merge tho) and she gets kicked out. (iii feel like mk would stay longer BUT not be a finalist, mainly cus in this redesign she plans things through very VERY carefully)

she would be used as the main villain for s2, and she would be like julia in mid s1 probably - petty, strategic and, most importantly, deadly. she replaces her tropical, pinkish clothing with blueish popular outfits and she becomes mean as she can be. hostile, she becomes someone to fear as she turns her gentle face into one full of disgust for those around her.

MK

So. you guys know i love MK - shes the whole reason i still havent let go of td - so im giving her the best character ever!

calculative, observative, and sneaky, shes the definition of a stellar strategist. she makes herself look average just to pass by smoothly, and she sabotages everyone she cans to assure she stays that way until the very end.

though she's snarky, she understands that overdoing it might get her on a radar. she observes everyone she can to understand them on face value in order to know how to approach them.

she's naturally drawn to julia, as she notices things in her behavior that differentiate her from genuinely nice people like priya or emma. her smile twitches when no one looks, her eyes do not smile along with her mouth... she's as fake as she can be.

so she observes her during the first episodes, trying to make a conclusion and find a way to get her on her good side.

so she confronts julia alone, which makes julia drop the act and threaten her. mk assures julia that shes in no way trying to threaten her, and that she wants to form an alliance, which julia then accepts after some convincing that they were probably the best duo in the game so far.

she's still got a lot of character outside julia though, and she shows it through her snarky attitude when it comes to everything, and her master thief tactics that she uses to hack and learn what challenge is going to happen and how she's going to eliminate certain people that oppose a threat to her.

However, a duo like them always needs a backup to throw under the bus at any circumstance of danger, so they decide to pick a gullible, insecure person....

EMMA

A nice, silly girl that has some bottled up anger from years and years of frustration she was told to keep in because of her internet persona.

after a messy break up and a fine that cost her almost thousands of dollars, she's pretty sure the bottled up anger is now cracking. she's no longer a youtube star, as her ex's channel was the only thing keeping her trendy, so she no longer needed to spread herself thin to please an audience - to please him.

so! chase is here! hm! how the FUCK is she supposed to continue the game knowing that her stupid ex is in the same tv show as her?!

he's dumb, lazy, and apathetic. he shouldn't be there to begin with!

...so she tries to ignore him as much as she can, though he sometimes makes her want to scream.

either way, her ex aside, she tries to be kind to everyone she meets, but everyone sees her as gullible and naïve cus of it. shes letting everyone see her insecurities by simply existing, and though she's friends with bowie, everyone guesses she won't make it far. she's fun, silly, but also weird in her own way.

mk observes emma and concludes that she's the perfect pawn for their game, and so she finds her alone to play mindgames on her, knowing that her biggest insecurity is not being a good people-pleaser.

mk manages to convince emma that she should join the alliance, and so she accepts. emma's not happy about it though, but she understands mk wouldn't let her join if she didn't saw potential.

THE ALLIANCE

mk, julia and emma are underestimated due to their actions, so it's not hard to cheat in challenges that way. emma finds this a bit uncomfortable, but she helps them with social intel. she's the least suspicious of the bunch, so she can eavesdrop with ease since she's not seen as a threat.

they manage to kick out chase and ripper with ease, and they go unpunished through the series.

well. until mk betrays julia, that is.

mk knows that her days are counted if she keeps julia around for too long, so she frames her as soon as she feels things going against her. it is not pretty, and julia swears on her life she'll take her down.

but she didn't betray emma.

mk never mentioned emma being in the alliance, causing her to get the boot as soon as possible, which is 2 episodes after julia.

emma stays to be in the final five, but she doesn't end up winning.

mk swears it's so that they can team up next season, but it's something more.

HOW EMMK CAN STILL WIN

mk originally was going to betray both of them, but she couldn't. not emma.

emma was a genuinely nice person to be around, and though she was useless when it came to actual scheming, she was funny and understanding.

mk had a big crush, long story short, and couldn't bring herself to see emma get hurt like that. if she had had a crush on julia, which she thought she had, she would've still betrayed her. it was strategy, and there were no hard feelings.

but emma? mk believes seeing her sad face would probably ruin her. she's a truthful person, and mk admires that.

so she and emma stay friends, and continue being alliance members in s2, which escalates into something more.

S2

i believe s2 wld be julia vs mk in terms of main villains, and emmk wld be the main focus when it comes to mk and emma screentime.

julia tries her hardest to sabotage, and mk counterattacks in default, leaving them to battle for dominance all the way til the merge, when mk gets eliminated instead of julia. emma is heartbroken due to her ...friend.. getting kicked out, and she follows the next elimination.

idk for s3 but maybe mk wld be a finalist or win cus my girl needs a win under her belt!!!

[agoldenblackbird]

i'm gonna be a ranty bitch for a minute.

tbh i'm turned off even reading new buddie fic despite being a multishipper and have unfollowed a bunch of buddie accounts because i'm sick of the smug attitudes. one ask that i am otherwise not going to publish or respond to ended with 'sorry you don't understand media literacy bestie :)' fuck off. listen INFANT, i have been writing fanfic and original fic AND watching, reading and analyzing queer media since before you were born, i understand how character and story development works, and i know the difference between 'storyline i personally disliked' and 'bad writing.' this was BOTH, and it also was marketed to us as 'carefully crafted bi rep' and 'queer love story that is not about a bunch of pain and conflict FOR ONCE' so we have every right to be upset at the bait-and-switch.

the fact that i'm seeing the same exact posts - 'bt bones buddie CANON' that i saw three seasons ago after the bucktaylor breakup, or every time they thought buck and taylor MIGHT break up - says something. the fact that so many fans seem genuinely convinced (STILL!) that buddie is inevitable because there have been so many 'signs,' and then they rattle off a convoluted theory that would make the most hardcore taylor swift stan say 'wow, that's a bit of a reach,' honestly weirded me out a little when i first joined the 911 fandom. i have never been in a fandom where so many fans are insistent that their ship will be - not might be or could be, but WILL be - canon. i am skeptical both from past experience with other shows mishandling queer storylines or ship-baiting, and tim minnear's proven track record with this one of not really knowing what to do with buck's LI's. but i didn't want to yuck anybody's yum, so i let them have their theories and squee in peace, and unfollowed or blocked certain tags if i was seeing too much of it and getting annoyed. it's too out there for me, but i'm glad they're having fun!

yet they can't give us the same courtesy. they deride us as delusional for thinking that a canon pairing that was presented to us both in promo and the show itself as different and important (eg the bobby approval convo and 'buck getting off the hamster wheel') might last, and we're stupid to have ever liked tommy or lou or be disappointed at how the breakup was written, and if we point out the biphobia it's just sour grapes.

the bucktommy breakup is not the first time 911 has started out strong with an interesting storyline and fumbled it in the 4th quarter either because the writers got bored or in the name of needless drama/a 'gotcha' sudden twist. amir & bobby, eddie's fight club arc, the sperm donor SL, hen vs councilwoman ortiz, whatever the hell is going on with harry, the whole mess with shannon/kim, just to name a few. and especially the past couple of seasons, for me since 6b, the pacing has been off. they seem to have too much happening at once and many of the storylines don't have enough room to breathe to be narratively satisfying, or they get resolved in ways that feel lackluster.

if the toxic buddie stans who have been attacking lou on sm and sending death threats (wtf!) actually get what they want, which i admit is possible, but it's certainly not guaranteed….i don't know why they think the writers won't fumble that just as badly. it's not going to happen precisely the way they want it to because it is impossible to please everybody, that's what fanfic is for. but at this point i have zero faith that it would even be well done at all, and zero trust in the writers not to just sabotage or regress a character for funsies, and that's an excellent reason to stop watching the show. in most of my other fandoms i regard canon as a jumping-off point or a blurry outline at best, and i can have just as much fun in the 911 sandbox without any further input from canon at all, once i'm less angry.

[dudumax4ever]

Pent Up Emotion

lando X femreader

summary- Lando has a pretty bad race and needs to take out his emotion

wc- 1.1k words

warnings- angst daddy kink, harsh ,sm*t

authors note- I love this fic more than any other i have read i hope you love it to. If you like it please leave a comment as it makes my efforts feel appreciated!

Thanks and enjoy!

You were watching the entire Austrian grand prix from the pitlane. You watched when Lando set his p2 lap in Q3 and celebrated. You watched when he overtook Max Verstappen for the lead during the sprint race. You watched Lando no matter what. You loved him. Unfortunately, when during the grand prix Max pushed Lando of the track and caused Lando to DNF you were there too. You were happy to see Lando, but you weren't happy to see the shunt take place. You knew the risks of motorsport and didn't want anything to happen to Lando. Ever. Lando was filled with rage after the race. You could tell his blood was boiling but he tried his best to be polite about it. Lando's anger was palpable as he stormed out of his car and onto the racetrack. The adrenaline from the intense race still coursed through his veins, but it was now mixed with a healthy dose of frustration and anger. Max's reckless move had cost him the win, and Lando couldn't help but feel like his competitor and friend had sabotaged him on purpose. It was clear that this incident would have repercussions far beyond the finish line. But what you did not expect is that Lando would end up taking all his frustration and harshness on you that night. Lando usual calm demeanor with you was replace by a bitterness and soreness from the loss on the way back to the hotel. You didn't want to say anything to Lando about it because you knew he was bothered, so you didn't even try and press on the issue. Instead, you comforted Lando with a sweet voice all the way back to the hotel. You reached the hotel at around 12:30 am in the night. It was getting late and the both of you needed a good night's rest.

Once you reach back to the hotel you take a place on your bed and scroll for a bit, your both very tired after the long day. After about 30 minutes of rotting on your bed you get up to go change into something more comfortable. You enter the bathroom with a pair of small shorts and a tank top. While changing, all of a sudden, Lando barges into the bathroom by accident and sees you, he quickly shuts the door and hollers "sorry babe!" "No prob Lan" you answer back. He was still a gentleman. You step out of the bathroom to see Lando sitting on the bed completely out of it. He looked so zoned out. "Babe, I need to fuck you right now." "Lan, your exhausted. Don't tire yourself out. You have had a long day-" You attempt to reason with him even though you wanted it as much as he does. But Lando cuts you off and argues back " I really don't care baby I need you bouncing on my dick right now." You pretend to think about it for a second even though you know you could never say no to him. Lando lets out a guttural groan. "Okay baby" Lando didn't feel the need to wait for any further encouragement. He. Went. Feral. "Mm, thanks m'baby" he whispers under his breath.

Lando wastes no time in removing your shorts. He takes them down with on hand while picking you up and placing you in the center of the bed. He unbuckles his pants as fast his hands can help him. He grips both of your wrists and holds your hand back. He then proceeds to give you a look making sure you were okay with this. You give him a small nod and he continues. He thrusts his length into you so suddenly and so sharply that you wince at the sensation. He starts forcing his length into you at faster and faster speeds. He was going so hard and so fast that the pain bought a tear to your eye. But it was good pain, the type of pain you wanted. He starts going at you even faster and more energetically. He readjusts your legs to bend your knees which allows him to dig even deeper into. The new position made you feel wonders and you were so close to finishing. A bead of sweat forms on Lando's forehead from the energy he was putting into you. " My favorite little fucktoy" he mutters. Lando can feel that you are close to finishing but does nothing to aid you. You finally finish and you can feel the knot in your stomach finally unravel but Lando keeps going in & out at the same pace. You try squeezing your legs shut but he pry's them back open. "Not yet my princess, Daddy has to c*m" You cry out from the overstimulation. "Lan, please stop. I can't take it any longer" You whine. Lando attempt to hush you down by saying " Its ok darling, I know you can take it" he let out a breathy sigh and then added "at least f'me", Lando starts going feral inside of you seeking his own release. Soon he gets what he was looking for a spill his c*m all inside of you. He sits back and sighs. "You ok my love?" he finally questions. "Yeah, just a little tired love" you answer a second later. " I'm sorry for being so harsh princess, I was taking out my anger on you. you're sure you're ok my love?" " of course I'm ok after that Lando, more than okay" you say chuckling. You try to get up and go to the bathroom but almost trip over because of how shaky your legs were. Lando sees that and comes rushing over to you, he tells you to sit down and then rushes to bring you a towel, some water and your shorts. He then proceeds to get into be with you and he gives you cuddles until you both fall asleep.

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[oh-no-its-bird]

Been thinking about your team ro time travel and team ro defect crossover and I just. I've been rereading keanblade's stuff recently so i have a very specific tobirama in my head and the idea that he'd take one look at this group of sad dissilusioned young adults/children and be like guess i'm a father of 5 now and rewrite his entire priorities around that. Like, you mentioned in the of team ro time travel you liked the idea of having half hatake tobirama in the mix and i'm an enjoyer the idea hatake tend to just adopt children wily nilly like oh look more pack, I think i will thank you very much. Just tobirama absconding with this entire group that has no incentive to return to their own time and being like i'm the dad now (yes some of them are barely younger than him, no that doesn't change that he's everyone's dad fuck off). He gets to teach kakashi all kinds of hatake things! Show him how to be a little wilder like the hatake of the warring states! If you subscribe to the theory he helped hashirama learn how the mokuton worked he could tenzo with his mokuton. The funniest option is that somehow all of this leads to peace without izuna dying and they werent even trying for that. Like, tobirama just straight up ditching everything to take care of a bunch of depressed teenagers and a kid, over half of which are uchiha, and being SO fiercely protective of his little pack of murder children and the uchiha seeing this and being like. Huh. I thought that guy hated us? He just. Is living in the woods with three uchiha and treating them like his specialest little guys. An uchiha patrol runs across them and tobirama is patting itachi on the head for a good job learning whatever insane jutsu he's currently teaching team ro because those are his kids and of course he'd teach them to be as strong and terrifying as he could. Makes them think. Bonus points if this also somehow leads to madatobi and/or when the village does get built tobirama always looking to team ro before agreeing to any plans cuz they know what didnt work the first time, having not only been affected by it in the worst ways but left because of it in their time. Does this make the village better? Who knows. But they're certainly trying.

Sorry for the long thing, this has just been plauging my thoughts. I dont even know if i explained my idea well it's just been banging around in my brain for too long and i needed it out

Based off [THIS] au about Team Ro defecting from Konoha after Kakashi, having been told the truth of his fathers sabotaged mission and the slander campaign against him by Orochimaru, interrupts Shisui's murder at Danzo's hand, leading to the entire team + Sasuke to flee Konoha-- and then accidentally time travel into the warring states era, years before Konoha was set to be founded.

(This is already long, so the reply is below the cut ->)

OK FIRST OFF IM SO SORRY IT TOOK ME SO LONG TO REPLY TO THIS OOPS I HOPE I DIDNT KEEP U IN SUSPENSE

Woahh Keanblade mention !!! I love their stuff, they have some great fics and I love their brain. I haven't read their fics in a while actually, I should like go brush up on my keanblade lore / characterization at some point

IM YELLING THO IM SO ?? HONORED ?? TO HAVE SPARKED SMTHN IN UR BRAIN ACTUALLY, IM EATING THIS UP I LOVE IT THANK U SM FOR SENDING ME THIS I HAD SO MUCH FUN READING UR IDEAS !! AND YOU SENT ME SO MUCH TOO, SO MUCH FOOD TO DEVOUR ! Thank you for sending them to me I am giving you a little kiss right on ur brain

Tobirama really said "wow I can't believe I have to adopt these guys now"

Hashirama, probably: "Otouto you really dont have to--"

"I can't believe the world itself is making me adopt these sad, lost children."

"Children? Otouto, they aren't exactly--"

"I MUST take them in. I'm FORCED to, even."

"Tobi, no one is saying you--"

"I really have no choice in the matter. There are NO other options for them."

"Tobirama, please--"

The fact that Tobirama is like literally the same age as Kakashi and then they're just barely older than Shisui and Tenzo makes the whole thing so much funnier. It's probably for the best that he didn't try to dad them fr fr bc Im pretty sure the only one here without some form of daddy issues is like. Sasuke. Who is also 7.

(Which could be argued against tbh just depending on ur specific interpretation of Fugaku's dynamic w his kids on any given day)

So I imagine trying to actually parent various members of team ro comes with the risk of accidentally stepping on a landmine and potentially causing incredible violence and years of baggage to explode outward. I love my traumatized shinobi boys !!

Big brother Tobirama my beloved tho !!! Do u think he has complexes about being a big brother I think he has complexes and also that we should totally explore that, send tweet

Tobirama cave hermit arc !!! Madara had his turn, now it's his!

Team Ro really showed up, immediatley got thrust into an (unwilling, unwanted) custody battle, then got fucking SNATCHED by Tobirama before they could try and make a run for it, and just kinda,, decided to go with it? I guess? Fucking gold, actually. How the actual fuck did Tobirama convince them all to stay with him, the world will never know.

The man teleported the group of them into a forest alone, (instantly outnumbering himself) and went "this means I won the custody battle btw." and team Ro just went "I mean its better than being stuck with Uchiha Madara I guess." and went with it

Im not going to lie I fucking pictured Madara stumbling across the cave and team ro yapping at him like little chihuahuas and fucking lost my mind actually, needed to take a second to regain my sanity (in a good way)

Do u think Hashirama yells at Tobirama when he comes back home for publically kidnapping some mystery uchiha (plus others who were not very recognizable and thus do not matter as much) in front of the uchiha clan. Does Tobirama come back home? Does he just decide to become a cave hermit somewhere in the woods with his hashtag found family who may or may not fully want to be there? (they must, to some degree, want to be there-- if only because Tobirama Senju might be talented but he is also 18 at the time and nowhere near the height of his power. And Team Ro is many things, but unskilled is NOT one of them)

I forgot Tobirama knew ab the time travel for a sec and pictured him looking at Sasuke, this little clone of Izuna, and going "Hmm. You look exactly like my rival does and no doubt belong to the Uchiha main house."

"Does this mean you'll give us to the uch--"

"No."

(Finders keepers !!)

"Madara, the most uchiha uchiha in who knows how long before itachi and sasuke came along to give him a run for his money" is so fucking funny actually, I am internalizing that line and will probably suddenly think about it later at work and giggle to myself, I can already tell

If Izuna and Hashirama are both being little bitch boys in this I do need to advocate that they should totally get to kiss and be little bitch boys ✨ together ✨(the hashiizu agenda never dies) (let them begrudgingly get a drink together--though its Izuna who does most of the begrudging--get drunk while whining about their brothers, and then share a very ill advised kiss or two that Izuna will now deny ever happened till the day he dies)

I still think Tenzo should get to bond with Hashirama bc I love them getting to interact, but Im hearing your 'bad brother Hashirama' vibes for this spin off and nodding respectfully, so like. Maybe Hashirama can be sad about Tobirama monopolizing Tenzo, literally THE only other Mokuton user in the world's time, and be mad ab that too? I dont usually write explicitly bad brother Hashirama so I'm not too good at proposing how that could go tbh but I love the soap opera / dogblood drama vibes, it's so fun

I do think that some of team Ro could be useful at the peace talk / village planning meetings if they spoke up !!

Itachi may be young but is clan heir, and no doubt knows most of the modern day clan laws that Konoha would one day put in place, so he can suggest those knowing that it's what they'd eventually land on anyways.

Meanwhile Kakashi is the student of a Hokage, who watched over the shoulder of two different Hokage's, from ages 13 to present, so he absolutely knows a thing or ten about politics and running a village (at least from an outsiders perspective) Which. Actually technically makes him the most eligible / knowledgeable person like. In all of the peace talks when it comes to running a village which is fascinating. I'm jotting that one down to reference later in my original team ro time travel fic actually, there's a lot that can be done with that

ALSO !! If this is the 'team ro time travels to warring states era' au but like, with the team ro that defected from Konoha, they totally have Opinions(tm) about Konoha, which is so fun. I feel like Shisui has the sort of personality where he might actually be vocal about things when it comes to founding Konoha.

The way that the team stood whenthey left the village, Shisui and Itachi were both still majority village loyalists (though their loyalty had been deeply shaken)

Tenzo was high key "whatever my teamamtes say I will follow" but still has Konoha's roots buried deep into his heart.

Kakashi was the most complex-- the only one who it could truly be said was against the village, and for that I think he's interesting to play with and has motivation to get inolved in village making-- or the opposite; Want nothing to do with it.

IM YELLING ACTUALLY AT TEAM RO GENRE CHANGE THTS SO FUNNY

It was actually never time travel, it was straight up dimension travel. They fr went from a grimdark angst fic to a silly fluffy cracky fuckin, blessed eyes au where Tobirama is actually secretly a Good Boi(tm) and his indescribable riz and way with children make Madara forget about the whole mutual genocide thing

(Plot twist: Izuna and Hashirama arent actually bad brothers, they're just not aware of the genre they're in and reacting accordingly to their brothers doing a sudden 180 and ending the war with the ✨power of love ✨ and also adopting several teenagers (some of which are literally their age) who appeared out of nowhere, have no credentials, two of which are technically CONFIRMED BLOODLINE THEIVES (Kakashi willing and Tenzo unwilling, lab grown mokuton stolen from Hashirama's dna is STILL BLOODLINE THEFT, thanks Orochimaru) and are losing their GODDAMN MINDS over the turn of events)

Anyways this whole thing was a riot, I loved it and u are a master at silly fluff and comedy, I had a lot of fun reading what you sent me !!!

Ik u were aiming for silly fun so I hope my additions didnt take anything too seriously, I am in my shinobi politics 'writing everything as being played straight' era, so tried my best to stick with silly fluffy fun time comments instead of tripping and falling into the political implications of, like, a disillusioned with Konoha nukenin Kakashi, at the age where he was near his most depressed and apathetic, who is also technically the most qualified person in Fire to discuss making a village, being let in on village planning with implicit backing from both the Uchiha head and Senju heir. Or how itachi in the original (non nukenin) au was down to kill Madara, but the him in this au now has even more motivation to do it. N other fun implications like that

BUT LIKE I LOVE THE FLUFF I LOVE THE SILLY

politics free zone !!! we are not making eyecontact with the drama bc this is team Ro's vacation, actually

anyways THANK YOU FOR SENDING ME SUCH A WONDERFUL AND DETAILED ASK !!! UR BRAIN IS SO BIG FOR IT, I HAD SO MUCH FUN READING IT AND THINKING ABOUT IT AND IM SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG TO REPLY TO AND I JUST HOPE I REPLIED WELL ENOUGH SDKFJHDSFJKDSHFJSDk

umm and then they all lived happily ever after, the end

[saytrrose]

Rose’s Mafia AU

Rose (Rose) - The Boss. They run the entire gang and everyone answers to them. Has a final say in all decisions.

@a-fucking-nerd (Sunflower) - The Advisor/Right Hand Man. Their purpose is to act as a step in for the boss when needed, and grant any advice when wished for.

@gummy-axolotl Gummy (Cosmo) - The Thief. Their purpose is to steal items and sell them for illegal auctions.

@oogaboogaspookyman (Orchid) - The Dirty Cop. The man on the inside helping sabotage evidence and keep everyone out of jail.

@laurenashleysparks (Daisy) - The Doctor. Their purpose is quite simple. They patch up the gunshot wounds from fights and tend to the wellbeing of the group.

@sweetlittletangerine (Dahlia) - The Double Agent/Spy. They serve to help gather information on other gangs and targets.

@starryyskies (Aster) - The Sniper/Assassin. They act as the gang’s assassin taking out people of interest from afar.

@bunny-j3st3r (Hyacinth) - The Bodyguard. They stick close to the Boss at all times and protect them.

@frost-can-bite (Crocus) - The Weapons Expert. Their job ranges anything from making weapons to bomb diffusing. Anything that has to do with something going boom, this is your guy.

@sm-babie (Lotus) - The Business Man/Lawyer. They keep the clubs and real estate the mob owns in order and also works to keep the gang out of jail.

@butchwaifu (Oleander) - The Money launder. Their job is to make sure all money from the gang seems 100% legal.

@superchillingman (Borage) - The Scientist. They are important for finding people using technology such as fingerprints and DNA.

@helljuice (Gladiolus) - The Messenger/Ambassador. They are the one who delivers messages around the city to other mobs, representing the gang.

@torchiiko (Magnolia) - The House Keeper. They keep the base clean and tidy, also working as the personal chef. In offering their services for the mob, they receive secure protection.

@cconcerned (Zinnia) - Bartender/Bouncer. They work up in the actual nightclub, and are in charge of the entrance to the underground base. They are in charge of the codes used to identify who is allowed and not allowed downstairs.

[azrielhours]

Star Crossed Lovers

Azriel x Reader

Word count: 3.7k

Synopsis: Reader and Az are in love but have a falling out bc Az self sabotages. They date other people to get over each other but they’re both unhappy. They run into each other at a party and hook up. So much angst.  

Warnings: Smut. :)

A/N: Thank you all for 1k followers!! I poured my heart into this in thanks and celebration. I love you all sm.

(Part 2)

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Spring.

“What’s going on in that head of yours, pretty girl?”

Azriel came to sit in front of you. You beamed up at him as he tugged on a strand of your hair like he was trying to pull your thoughts out. “Nothing,” you said, closing your notebook.

Azriel laughed. “You still don’t wanna show me your writing? I told you there’s nothing to be ashamed of.”

You blushed. “It’s just, you know—intimate to show what I—it feels naked. You know what I mean?”

He nodded in understanding, eyes gleaming. “I guess I’ll have to wait til it’s published to finally read it.”

“I think I’d publish under an alias,” you laughed. “It’s too vulnerable being linked to the work.”

He studied you. “What’ll the alias be?”

You winked cheekily. “Trust me, you’ll know it when you see it.” You handed him your notebook, allowing him to read your latest work, a rare occurrence you knew he appreciated.

“Y/N?” he called from inside, pulling you out of your memories.

“Yeah,” you answered from the balcony. “I was just doing some writing,” you lied.

“Come to bed, baby.”

You made your way inside to find him undressing. He walked over and began kissing your neck hastily, pulling you towards the bed. You let him strip you bare and lay you on the bed in hopes that the carnal effort would take your mind off its perpetual occupier. You went through the motions, trying to stay grounded. But as you carded through his black hair, your mind drifted astray.

“Fuck,” Azriel rasped as he thrust into you. You arched your back, trying to grant access to the angle you needed that he wasn’t quite reaching. You tugged his head down into your neck, keeping your eyes firmly shut. He resisted the pull, raising his head and trailing sloppy, open-mouthed kisses toward your mouth. Without thinking, you turned your head away.

He stilled, halting your approaching release. You whine, undulating your hips in attempt to spur Azriel back into rhythm.

“Y/N,” he says calmly.

You ignore him, rolling your hips further onto his length. He stills you by grasping your hips and pinning them down to the bed.

“Y/N,” he says again. “Look at me.”

You begrudgingly open your eyes. Brown eyes met yours. Damian. The lust drained clean out of your blood.

“You’re doing that thing again.”

You winced. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to.” You thread your fingers into his black hair and stroke it back. Not the right shade, not the right texture.

Damian takes you in warily for another beat.

“I was close,” you said honestly.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” You rise onto your elbows and kiss him. Not the right fullness to the lips. He kisses you back eagerly, releasing your hips and resuming his thrusting.

“I’m almost finished,” he breathed.

You wrap your legs tighter around his body, breathing more audibly to bring him over the edge sooner. His thrusts grew less controlled. You felt down his back. No wings to be found. In a final attempt to hold onto the pleasure slipping away, you tried refocusing on the vision that it’s him inside you. Your eyes fell shut again, Damian too far lost in his pleasure to notice. Azriel. Azriel. Azriel. You began enjoying yourself, letting the sensation grow—maybe you’ll actually get to co—

Damian spilled into you, exhaling raggedly into your neck as he finished. Your eyes snap open, a rude awakening bringing you back into the bed you were in, the male you were under. Unwinding your legs from around him, you wait for him to catch his breath. When he finally rises, he cups your face. “Did you finish?”

You nod enthusiastically. The poor fool bought it, finally rolling off and collapsing beside you. You wait a few minutes until you were certain Damian was asleep before getting out of bed.

The familiar feeling of guilt crept up on you for letting your mind imagine who you’d rather be fucking.

Covering yourself with a blanket, you made your way back to the balcony. It didn’t take long for emptiness to gnaw at your insides. You no longer bother suppressing the desolation, the feeling of wrongness attached to this whole fling. Now you bask in it; the heartbreak was all you had left, the only unfailing emotion connecting you to him.

You let grief guide your hand as sensation translated into words, plastering them onto paper just to displace them somewhere outside your mind.

i. Star crossed lovers

Time is a tectonic plate, and there is seismic wreckage cleaving our consummation. The lifeline tugging us home is ancient and heavy enough to hang the stars in the sky. You are mine and I am yours. This language cannot be spoken, an inscription that cannot be read; a whisper between our souls.

Here, I listen. Here, I hurt. Here, I hope.

During these hours, it was typical for your mind to wander back to how everything fell into place in the worst way, how you landed yourself in this mess.

The way Azriel used to take you in made you feel seen like nothing and no one else in your life. He’d encourage your writing, tease you about how you jotted everything down: prose, poetry, theories, memories. He took you to the corners of Velaris with all the best bookshops and stationery stores. He’d always keep pencils on him in case you lost yours. Let me into that pretty mind, he’d say. It’s no wonder you fell for him. The cruel bastard likely knew he made up most of the content in your writing.

You didn’t realize you’d been crying until tears smeared the ink on your paper.

You’d always thought it would be you and him in the end. It seemed inevitable, seemed natural and obvious. He called himself your best friend but touched you like you were more. He’d kiss you on both cheeks when you smiled at him, tuck you under his wing when it got chilly, come to your room unannounced and lay in your bed, watching you read and write and sleep and breathe and speak silent and spoken words to each other.

“Tell me about your mother.”

Azriel had tensed at the question. Things were rarely off limits, and he’d known everything about you. “What about her?”

You shrugged. “You don’t talk about her much.”

He silently looked you over, face carefully neutral.

“I mean—you don’t—” you sat up in the bed— “If it’s sensitive, it’s okay—I didn’t mean to pry—”

“It’s not that—I just…I don’t really—”

You shook your head. “It’s okay, Az. You don’t have to say anything. Sorry for asking.” You reached to touch his shoulder, but he remained tense, wouldn’t meet your gaze. You felt your stomach drop. Shit. You’d gone back to your reading, unsure how to clear the air. When Rhys summoned Azriel later, you didn’t see him again for the rest of the evening.

Ultimately, you were a fool to fall for Azriel. You should’ve known it would end in pain, should’ve protected your heart better. Though you loved him for everything he was, flaws included, that wasn’t enough to prevent yourself from being cut on the edges of his past.

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Summer.

“So what do you do?” Cressida asked, pulling you out of your thoughts. Another court relations event.

You returned her kind smile. “I work with the High Lord. I’m a researcher.”

“She’s also a writer,” a baritone voice drawled.

Azriel.

You both turned to find him approaching your throng of courtiers. You clung tighter to Damian who was obliviously conversing with another.

“A writer,” Cressida mused.

“Well, nothing official—” you tried.

“She is,” Azriel cut in. “Youngest diplomat in the Night Court, top of her class in research,” he held your gaze intensely, “and a gifted writer.”

You eyed him warily, unsure what his motive was. Damian turned, finally noticing the attention on you. He chuckled. “Oh, yes. She’s always scribbling away in her notebook. I think it’s good to have hobbies.”

“She’s published,” Azriel challenged.

Damian laughed. “Hopefully she will be, one day.”

You studied Azriel suspiciously. How’d he know?

“I’d love to read your work,” Cressida said.

“Don’t bother,” Damian said. “She doesn’t let anyone see what she writes.”

Azriel’s jaw clenched, a tell of his anger. “You don’t read her work?”

Damian shrugged. “I’m not a big reader.”

Cressida laughed, clearing the air. You smiled at her effort. “I’d love to show you some excerpts.”

Damian took your hand, pulling you away. “Excuse us, we’re going to get more drinks.”

Azriel’s eyes could be felt on your back as you walked away, making you shiver. When you left the crowd, Damian faced you. “You’re published?”

Shit. “No.”

“So what was Azriel talking about?”

“Nothing. I don’t know.” You hugged your stomach.

Damian looked down at you. “Were you trying to embarrass me back there?”

“No?”

Damian huffed.

You levelled a glare. “Do you even care about what I do or just how it makes you look?”

Damian took a deep breath. “I’m trying, Y/N. You don’t let me see the things you write. I—you don’t let me in.”

Guilt replaced your irritation. You broke his gaze.

He stepped forward. “I’m sorry. I feel like there’s a disconnect between us lately. It’s a little hard to ignore.”

You sighed. “I’ve just been…having a hard time recently. I’m not—” happy—“myself.”

“We’ll get through it. You just overthink,” he said. You just nodded.

He stepped forward to embrace you and you let him. He’s trying.

You patted his shoulders to be released. “I’m going to get some air.”

You walked aimlessly through the halls of the Day Court mansion, searching for reprieve that couldn’t be found in physical structure. The last time you’d been to a work party, it’d been the night everything went to shit. The night you’d planned to talk to Azriel who’d been avoidant for days. Mor had encouraged you to tell him how you felt.

You’d been full of nervous energy the whole evening, but he hadn’t been seen for hours. Elain suddenly approached you looking solemn. “What is it?”

She led you away from the crowd. “I wanted to tell you before you saw.”

Your heart dropped. “Saw what?”

Elain took you by both hands. “It’s Azriel. He brought someone.”

Cold dread filled your gut. “What?”

She nodded. “I don’t know if it’s a date or if he’s seeing her, but he just arrived with a female on his arm.”

Your pulse hammered in your ears, eyes stinging. Was this some sort of punishment? “I thought…I really thought he liked me,” you whispered.

Elain’s eyes filled with sympathy. “I know. We all did. It’s not personal, believe me. It’s how he is. He has self-sabotaging tendencies,” she spoke softly as you caught your breath.

Eventually, you’d calmed down, thanking Elain for sparing you, and returned to the party. Sure enough, Azriel was with a pretty nymph. You approached them nonchalantly. Regret flashed in his eyes as you plastered a smile on your face, greeting her. She smiled unwittingly and took your hand.

Mor watched the scene unfold, fury barely contained when she pulled you away. She glared at Azriel unabashedly. “There you are, Y/N. I wanted to introduce you to someone worth your time.” She led you to a tall, handsome stranger.

He smiled down at you, extending a hand. “You must be Y/N. I’m Damian.”

ii. Star crossed lovers

Pride is self-sabotage, yet awareness doesn’t conjure resistance. Just as knowing it should’ve been us doesn’t make it so. You are my dream, so why do you steal me from my sleep? Occupier of my thoughts, do not ever decolonize my mind. You are mine and I am yours.

To what end do we listen, do we hurt, do we hope?

“Making a run for it?”

You halted your stride, finding Azriel leaning against a wall. You scoffed, walking faster.

“Y/N,” he said, rising and following you.

“Leave me alone, Azriel.”

You were deep in some outer wing of the mansion, thankfully void of guests. You entered the first empty room you found, as if that could rid you of the Shadowsinger. He followed, closing the door behind him. A study.

“Did your bastard boyfriend say something?” Azriel demanded.

You walked around the desk to put a barrier between you. “What’s it to you?”

“I’ll rip him to shreds.”

You laughed joylessly. “How chivalrous.”

Azriel’s jaw clenched. He circled the desk. “I just want to make sure you’re okay.”

You mirrored his circling. A wicked smile. “Don’t you worry, Azriel. Damian keeps me nice and happy.”

Azriel laughed at the unabashed lie. “Is that why you look sick to your stomach being around him?”

You glared. Azriel stopped circling, so you did too.

Azriel swallowed. “You’ve lost weight, Y/N.”

“Maybe being around you is bad for my health.”

His stared intensely, prowling over. You turned to keep your body parallel to his. He stopped before you, taking a step forward as you stepped back, hitting the desk. He waited for a refusal that you didn’t have the heart to make. Azriel placed his hands on either side of you, caging you in as you leaned back. You could hardly breathe, needing him to be closer, knowing he should be farther. Azriel’s eyes roamed your body. His gaze stopped at your chest where love marks remained from the night before with Damian.

“I see he’s keeping you busy,” Azriel rasped, anger biting his words.

“Mhm,” you breathed. “He fucks me every night.”

Although it contrasted your foul words, though it was in your best interest to prove you’ve moved on, that another male touched you how Azriel didn’t, you felt repulsed letting Azriel see the marks. As if it made your separation from Azriel more final. Your face burned with shame, like you were being caught cheating on Azriel. His gaze left your chest and met your eyes again. He inched closer, moving his hands to bracket your hips. “Tell me,” he rasped. “Does he make you feel good?”

Your heart pounded. “Yes.”

Azriel nodded, holding your gaze. You both knew it was a lie. “You seem terribly high strung. You sure he’s getting you off?”

“Always.” Lie.

“Yeah? You like it when he touches you?”

“Yes.” Another lie. He moved his hands down and around your thighs, hauling you onto the desk. He was so beautiful with lust displacing the hazel in his eyes. He pulled you to him and you obliged, cradling his devastating face like it was a sacred, religious entity.

“How long are we going to keep playing this game, Y/N?”

“What game?”

“The one where we lie.”

You just stared, fresh out of words.

“What do you want, Y/N?” Azriel breathed.

“I want…” you stared at his pouty mouth, memorizing the shape, the fullness. “I want…” you thumbed his bottom lip.

Azriel closed the distance, pressing a heavy kiss into your mouth, deep and claiming. You carded your fingers into his hair. He groaned as your nails scratched across his scalp. There was no distance left between your bodies, but he leaned even further forward, pulling you tighter to his chest. Your back arched, head spinning. Azriel broke away from your mouth and kissed his way down your neck.

He pulled back and looked at you, watching as your chest heaved in desire. The sight of his half-lidded eyes would be imprinted into your memory for the rest of your days, and you had no objections. He gripped your waist in his massive hands like you were about to slip out of his hold. Still utterly clothed, you’ve never felt more naked as he took you in. Like you were something to be revered.

His gaze travelled down your form. Azriel lowered himself onto his knees and took one of your ankles in hand. He placed your foot onto the center of his chest and began lacing your undone heel up your calf. You dared reach a shaky hand forward to his wing, stroking a finger across the leathery membrane. Azriel shuddered, his grip on your ankle tightening. You continued stroking, teasing around the sensitive area along the edge. You ran a fingernail back and forth over the area, reveling in Azriel’s guttural groan. He was panting, head bowed forward, resting on your knee.

Azriel lifted your foot and placed it over his shoulder. He peppered hot kisses along the inside of your leg, working his way up and up. Your arms went slack at the motion. You braced them behind you as his hands cupped both your knees and pulled them apart.

You helped him lift your dress up to gather at your waist. Azriel gently pushed you back on the desk, both your legs now dangled over his shoulders. If lust was a currency, Azriel made a wealth hoarder out of you. You felt Azriel’s hot breath over your entrance. His arms were wrapped firmly around each thigh, holding on like you were his lifeline. You rose onto your elbows to watch. The look in his eyes as he breathed you in could’ve brought you undone then and there.

Then he licked up your clothed core, and every thought eddied from your mind.

Your head slammed back into the desk. He moved your panties to the side and continued his torment, licking hot stripes up the entirety of your center. You squirmed beneath him until he moved an arm to pin you down across the hips, utterly at his mercy. He alternated between broad, heavy drags of his tongue from your core upwards, and agonizing kitten licks at your apex. Your gasping grew shallower as you neared release, nearly crying from the pleasure. He sensed this and closed his mouth around your clit and suctioned, sending you shattering over the edge. You came with a broken cry, legs trembling around his head. He didn’t let up, humming into your pulsating core as wave after wave of pleasure ripped through you. Tears streamed down your face as you pushed his head away. He finally released you, heaving in breaths.

He rose, pressing his body over yours on the desk, bracing himself on his forearms on either side of your head. He kissed you, letting you taste your release on his mouth. You placed a trembling hand onto his chest and dragged it down his muscled form. He hissed when you slipped it into his pants in search of a hardened length. You halted, opening your eyes at your discovery.

Azriel had come in his pants.

He rose off you, breathing just as hard as you were. He collapsed into a chair. You rose too, watching him with eyes like saucers. He’d finished just from eating you out.

“Don’t look so surprised,” he spoke, voice guttural. “If you honestly don’t know the hold you have on me, Y/N… I’m manacled.”

You didn’t know what to do, so you readjusted your clothes. Your trembling hardly let up, but you hadn’t felt so alive in months.

Taking him in as he drank you up from a few feet away, the heft of your actions came crashing down. How stupid both of you were for letting this happen.

Azriel followed your train of thought. “This is—it’s on me, Y/N.” Neither of you wanted to regret this. I don’t.

You waited for guilt to wash over you. This was a mistake, you insisted to yourself. And yet— “We don’t have to talk about it,” you said.

Hurt flashed in his eyes. “I—I won’t say anything.”

Your heart ached. This was too much vulnerability. “What happened to your pretty nymph? I didn’t see her tonight.”

Azriel broke your gaze. “Don’t worry about her.”

You cursed the part of yourself stupid enough to have hoped to hear otherwise. “Even after everything—”

“Does it matter?” He cut you off. “If I left her, would you have me?”

“I’d rather not beg for her sloppy seconds,” you challenged. His silence hurt. “You keep tabs on Damian, huh?” You braced yourself. “What do you say, Az? Should I punish you for prying like you punish me?”

He balked, meeting your gaze in horror. “What?”

“Do I get to punish you, Azriel?”

He swallowed. “I’m not—I’m not punishing you, Y/N.”

“Oh, but you are.” Pain unraveled in your chest, forming a lump in your throat. “If you don’t see how punishing this is, how tormenting it is, then you’re even more emotionally stunted than I thought.”

He watched as you held back tears, agony in his own eyes. “You think this is your punishment, Y/N?” He shook his head. “This is for me. It’s what I deserve.” A deep shuddering breath. “I can hardly breathe. Every night I lie awake and force myself to think of how he’s touching you, to picture you fucking him, and I can’t breathe.”

Your tears escaped.

The anguish persisted in his eyes. “This is why I stay away. I bring you nothing but pain.”

“Not true,” you whispered.

He rose from the chair and walked over to you, still perched on the desk. He cradled your face with one hand that you shamelessly leaned into. “To love is to martyr,” he said huskily.

“Not true,” you repeated.

“I wish I could give you the love you deserve, angel,” he murmured. “A love that makes you feel heard, a love that doesn’t hurt, a love that brings you hope.”

You froze, recognizing the words he spoke. Your crying stopped, but the tears remained on your cheeks. Azriel leaned down, placing a lingering kiss on each cheek.

“It was supposed to be us,” you whispered. “It should’ve been us.”

He placed his free palm flat on your chest. Not a sexual act, but a claiming one over your heart. You wondered if he could feel it breaking beneath. “In another life, perhaps,” he rasped. Then he spoke lowly in your ear. “Know that I love you, Y/N. Always. In this life and all the rest. I may not have you, but I still love you.”

With that, he took his leave, and it felt like your organs were being stolen—your very heart walking out the door, ripped clean out of your chest, leaving behind a shell of a woman—a mere skeleton filled with nothing but incarcerated love with nowhere to go.

~

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[wowthatsextra]

Tsitp fandom annoys me sm... like I love Conrad but wtf are these jeremiah hate takes?

"He only fell for Belly when she turned pretty" 1. So did Conrad, didn’t he tell Cleveland the exact same thing? 😭 and 2. It's literally in the title, it was the summer that changed everything and 3. There's nothing wrong with that? They're, like, 17.

"Jere pursued Belly knowing Conrad is in love with her/tried to sabotage Belly and Conrad" Show me when he did that outside of the fireworks stunt (which was shitty, he put their lives in danger and lied about it, i won't defend that). He literally STAYED out of Belly and Conrad's way. "He's gonna break your heart/did you not see that coming because I sure did" Let the kid be angry at his brother for a betrayal 😭 And as much as I understand Conrad (I shut down and self-sabotage) he did break Belly's heart, didn’t he 😭

Whereas Conrad kept grilling and guilted him into an "approval" after Jere clearly didn’t want to ("i can't believe you came here asking me of this") and then twisted his words to Belly ("Jere's been on a high, he's been going on dates" and the audacity of "he's over it, but i can't get over you" when Jere was almost in tears the whole conversation). Like, Conrad was all like "She's scared of hurting you, Jere" with no "so am I" 💀 My man did not give a single fuck, he just wanted Belly, which makes sense for his 18yo brain, but stop accusing Jere of something he didn’t do 😭

"Jeremiah guilted Belly about his mother's cancer" He did say that "great timing, it's not like my mom has cancer or anything." so this isn’t unfounded. But he just found out Belly kind of cheated on him with his brother right after he found out his mom has cancer and his brother kept it from him 😭 let my guy have a one-line outburst, it's not like he manipulated Belly into anything. Plus, I'm sure Belly understood that considering she went ahead and told Conrad to go to hell DURING his mom's funeral 💀 (she was so funny for this)

And the worst part about this is a big part of the show is about Susannah's cancer and how losing her impacted the people who loved her. Conrad, Jeremiah and Belly are all lost and grieving and finding comfort in each other. It's okay that you don’t like a ship or a character but it's like Jere is not even allowed to have feelings, he's not allowed to struggle about her mom's cancer and death and complicated father and complicated brother and falling in love because if he does, he's standing in the way of a ship. And that's gross. (And same goes for Conrad AND Belly! I love that they're all messy and cheeky and making horrible decisions because it makes them feel more real to me.)

Look, there are valid criticisms of Jeremiah. It's clear that he's always been insecure of Conrad and in a one-sided competition with him and even though he truly loves Belly, part of the reason why he wants to be with her/be chosen by her is because he wants that one-up on his brother (*cough* Damon Salvatore *cough*). And that's an interesting conversation, and I'm loving Conrad and Jeremiah's dynamic this season, but the constant need to scrutinize EVERYTHING Jere does is... unhealthy? HE IS A GRIEVING TEENAGER. Let him have realistic emotions and reactions!

[thesakuragarnet]

Playing With Fire: A Pro Hero Dabi AU (Future AU) Chapter One

THIS FIC IS 18+ ONLY!!!!! (Tags below Keep Reading Button)

Summary: Toya Todoroki was groomed his entire life to be his father's successor, only for it to backfire in Endeavor's face. Ranked in the top ten alongside his two closest friends, Hawks and Mirko, the 26-year-old BlueFlame Hero: Dabi is the bane of Endeavor's existence. For half a decade, the trio has been the topic of several scandals involving drugs, alcohol, and promiscuity as they splurge their fortunes on ridiculous parties. Pampered with support items and his family's fortune, Dabi is widely known for his impulsivity and douchebag attitude. However, after meeting his match in a random club, Toya Todoroki has no idea where his life is headed, other than that he wants to spend the rest of it with Sakura and their future children. Now, a year has passed since class 1-A graduated from UA, and, per the Commission, they all serve as sidekicks to various hero agencies (primarily those of Dabi, Hawks, and Mirko).

TL;DR Between pissing off his father, competing with his friends/rivals, trying to start a family, and running his own agency, Toya has absolutely nothing under control, especially his tendency to drink his problems away.

Word Count (of Chapter One): 2,552 words

AO3 link

Tags for fic: Hero!Dabi, Dabi X OC, Bakusquad, Dekusquad, swearing, explicit s3ggsual content, drinking, drugz, Dabi & Hawks & Mirko are best friends, alcohol!sm, implied s3ggsual content, romance, add!ction, angst, hurt/comfort, fluff, smvt, sw!tch Dabi, trying for babies

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Chapter One: The Introduction

The BlueFlame Agency was conveniently placed right across the street from the Endeavor Agency. After years of hard work, Daddy’s money, and not giving any fucks, Toya Todoroki AKA BlueFlame Hero: Dabi had built his own empire. He had been lucky enough to have Support Items that compensated for his complicated Quirk. With a body built for ice and a Quirk of raging fire, Toya Todoroki was the embodiment of self-sabotage. Here he was, twenty-six years old, in the top ten, with only two real friends: Hawks and Mirko. They were rivals that actually gave a shit about each other. Their agencies were all in the same city: Musutafu. It was a town with a large population, which meant more crime and villain activity. The three of them lived like Hollywood celebrities; they partied, they drank, they slept around, and the cycle repeated. They were always trying to outdo one another while simultaneously always having each other’s backs. 

When his little brother’s class graduated from UA, they were forced to be sidekicks instead of Pros first. The Commission wanted it that way. They were running out of reliable sidekicks, and heroes that gave their sidekicks respect. By training them as rookies and underlings first, they would have the humility and appreciation for their Pro standings as they rose through the ranks. Toya was offended when he found out Shoto chose Mirko’s agency over his own, but he was glad that he hadn’t signed up for Endeavor’s. In truth, Shoto insisted he only applied because it was where his friends were going. The main contenders of the famous “ 2110 Class 1-A” were split between Mirko, Hawks, and Dabi. The BlueFlame Agency housed Katsuki Bakugo, Mina Ashido, Hanta Sero, Denki Kaminari, Ejiro Kirishima, and Kyoka Jirou. Meanwhile, the Hawks Agency boasted Fumikage Tokoyami, Yuga Aoyama, Neito Monoma, Momo Yaoyorozu, Tenya Ida, and Mezo Shoji. Finally, Mirko’s sidekicks were Shoto Todoroki, Izuku Midoriya, Ochaco Uraraka, Tsuyu Asui, Koji Koda, and Mashirao Ojiro. It had been a year since they first began their careers as sidekicks, and many of them were becoming anxious and antsy, wanting to step it up a notch.

…

“He’s late for rounds…again,” Katsuki Bakugo snarls, drumming his gloved hands on his elbow. The sidekicks stand in line awaiting the arrival of their fearless leader: Dabi. They referred to him as many things amongst each other: Hot Topic, Dipstick, Daddy Issues, Shoto’s Psycho Older Brother. He was almost always hungover at every single rounds meeting, and it had been that way since day one. It was no secret that Toya Todoroki had a slight drinking problem that likely started during high school. He, Hawks, and Mirko had made several tabloids very wealthy with their luxurious, salacious parties. Toya had been in several interviews for being an openly neurodivergent Pro, but he hated every minute of them. Once he got away from his father, he stopped taking his ADHD medication. Mina thinks the real reason he stopped taking it was so he could drink as much as he wanted whenever he wanted, but no one really knows. One time, they all came back from a mission to discover him and Hawks contemplating snorting a line of coke, and it was unclear who was trying to encourage or discourage who. 

“I know he’s here. I saw his car out front,” Kirishima frowns, his brow furrowing as he stretches. 

“Maybe he passed out? Should someone go check on him?” Jirou pipes up as she takes off her headphones. 

CRASH!

They all immediately look toward the ceiling, where the sound came from. The floor above them housed Toya’s office. 

“OH SHIT!” Kaminari shouts, preparing to sprint up the stairs. Suddenly, more crashes echo from upstairs…followed by a distinct, high-pitched repetitive noise. 

“Oh…Oh God, really?! ” Sero cringes as he covers his ears. 

“OH NO! OH FUCK! SOMEONE GIVE ME SOME COTTON FOR MY HEADPHONE JACKS!” Jirou panics, her face paling as she squeezes her eyes shut. 

“Aw maaan. How did she slip past us?!” Kaminari whines, and Kirishima jabs him in the side with his elbow.

“Not manly thirsting over a taken woman, bro,” Kirishima shakes his head, and Denki shrugs. The noises get louder and louder, and, suddenly, it’s apparent that there are two separate voices: one raspy and deep, and one smooth and feminine. 

“Screw this. Again?” Mina huffs, her face turning red as she struts over to the stereo and turns the music all the way up. Unfortunately, it does next to nothing. Bakugo is the only one in the room with a blank, uncaring, unfazed stare, and everyone else looks wildly uncomfortable. It’s painfully obvious…Sakura’s here. 

…

The noises coming from both parties might as well shake the walls, and they can hear the sounds of shuffling furniture in the ceiling.

Inside the Pro Hero’s office, Toya shoves all his papers, keyboard, and phone line off the desk and unceremoniously shoves his wife on it, lying her on her back as he continues to thrust into her. Sakura’s unable to keep quiet as she scratches at the back of his leather jacket. 

“Watch the claws,” He grunts through his gasps as he continues to rapidly pound her. 

“Shut the hell up,” Sakura growls between euphoric moans as her eyelids flutter. Toya smirks and deliberately gives a particularly harsh thrust, making her wince. 

“You gonna keep being -ahhh- ah- a fucking brat ?” He groans, blinking hard to distract himself from the building arousal. He’s determined to break her first, or, at the very least, at the same time. 

“ Y-you’re the f-f-uuuucking brat,” Sakura spits back at him as she grabs a fistful of the black leather, pulling him to her and smashing her lips to his. He digs his fingernails into her exposed shoulders, and it takes everything in him not to rip off that beautiful purple dress she’s wearing. He’d love nothing more than to burn it right off and leave her completely naked, but they had a meeting to attend. It had to be quick. They’d been going at it like rabbits for the past five days ever since they got married. After all, that was the plan that his father placed on his shoulders. Find a strong girl with a strong Quirk. Get hitched. Have a kid. Carry on the legacy. That was his duty as the eldest Todoroki son. It only just so happened that he was actually head over heels for this warrior of a woman. Unlike his father, he married for love and lust rather than for power. They had dated for three years and were engaged for two. It was just by chance that they met. He was drunk off his ass at Hawks’ party, planning on just having a one-night stand with the first sexy bitch that took interest. But then, he locked eyes with this toned, sleek woman with flowing brown hair on the dancefloor. And somehow…he knew. It was only her from then on, no one else. 

Sakura and Toya’s tongues tease each other as the desk screeches back and forth with every motion. Sweat drips down both of them as his hips snap back and forth in fluid, calculated motions. 

“Are you ready for it, baby?” His voice is a gravelly rasp in her ear, and it sends a chill down her spine. 

“Twelfth times the charm,” She sighs with a teasing smile on her face. He would kill to see that smile every waking moment of his life. 

“Fuck…Fuck, I’m coming. Oh, I’m fucking coming ,” The moans tumble out of his mouth as his thrusts become erratic, and he sharply inhales as Sakura’s walls clench around him. Her back arches as he harshly bites his lip and empties into her. Sakura’s legs tremor before they both go still, breathing hard and covered in sweat. Like something out of a movie, they both grab each other’s faces and sloppily kiss one another, overwhelmed with the afterglow. 

BEEEEP! 

“Dabi. The Commission is on Line Four,” Jirou’s voice sounds monotonous and irritated through the phone that Toya shoved to the floor. He growls and rolls his eyes as he breaks away from the kiss. 

“Duty calls, princess,” He sighs before slowly slipping out of her, a breath of relief bursting from the both of them as they separate. Toya shakes himself back into his pants and zips them up, wiping Sakura’s juices off of the outside seams. He leans down, picking up the phone and putting it on the desk as he pulls up his rolling chair. Sakura slowly starts to sit up, scooting to the edge of the desk as she prepares to jump off and grab her panties. Swiftly, Toya stops her, smoothly inserting two fingers inside her, keeping any of the release from seeping out. Sakura freezes as he goes to pick up the phone, and he winks at her before making a “Shhh” gesture with his other hand. 

BEEP! 

He presses the button on the landline and picks up the phone, keeping his fingers still deep inside Sakura. 

“BlueFlame Hero: Dabi, speaking. AKA The Toya Todoroki AKA The Amazing Son of Number Two Hero Endeavor AKA The Number Six on The Chart. What’s up?” He leans back in the chair, flexing his finger once and giving his wife a sideways glance as she squirms, desperately trying to be quiet. 

“Yes, Dabi. Are you aware of the Summit this weekend in Hosu City? You haven’t gotten back to us about your attendance,” The voice crackles through the telephone.

“Mirko and Hawks might’ve mentioned it,” He yawns, uncaring. 

“We’ve been sending you and your staff emails for the past month,” The woman explains, and Toya snorts. 

“Oh, yeah. Those,” He mutters in boredom. 

“So? You do understand that you are expected to attend if you wish to keep that Number Six placement, yes?” The woman deadpans, making Toya’s eyes narrow. 

“I’ll be at your stupid summit. Don’t worry your pretty little head. I wouldn’t miss a chance to embarrass my Dad for the world,” He chuckles before he starts pumping his fingers in and out of Sakura, making her tightly grip the edge of the desk and spread her legs wider. He looks over his shoulder at her, a devilish grin spreading across his face as she looks at him with pleading eyes. He can’t tell if she wants him to stop or keep going, and he loves that. 

“Alright, then, wonderful. We’ll be sending details to your sidekicks promptly. We look forward to seeing you there!” The voice says with faux grandeur. 

“Oh, oh. One more thing. The Summit. It’s a whole weekend, right? So, are we getting fancy hotels? Is this like a just me thing, or am I allowed to bring my beautiful wife along? You know, Draconic Hero: Firebrand. Sakura Todoroki. Sister of Ryuko Tatsuma. I’m sure you’ve heard of her,” Toya winks, and the voice at the other end sighs. 

“Yes, you will be staying in a hotel with all of the other Pros invited. The purpose of the Summit is to promote teamwork and set a goal for the year in terms of capturing villains and stopping the drug rings…” The woman continues to speak, but Toya ignores her, mouthing the words “Blah, blah, blah” and rolling his eyes, making Sakura laugh. Her laugh then dissolves into an involuntary loud moan as Toya intentionally curls his fingers around her G-spot. 

“Did-Did you say something?” The woman suddenly stutters, seemingly flustered. A cruel smirk spreads on Toya’s face. 

“Oh, nothing. I’ll be there. We done?” Toya brazenly asks. 

“Y-y-yes Mister Todoroki- I mean, Dabi, sir. Yes, that’s all I needed. Goodbye,” The Commission employee stammers before the phone line goes dead. 

“N-not cool,” Sakura’s voice lilts, and she glares at Toya as he slides his chair closer to her, his fingers still flexing against her sensitive spot. He pushes in deeper so his thumb can run small circles over her clit, and she sharply inhales. 

“Baby girl, we both know I’m cold as ice,” He smugly replies before slowly pulling his hand out of her, making her shudder. He stares at his fingers, noting the dripping mix of their fluids, and grabs a tissue from the box on his desk. He roughly wipes off his hand before throwing the tissue in the trash bin at his feet. 

“I had to make sure it got all the way inside. Can’t get a kid in you if it all seeps out, now, can we?” He chides before picking her panties up off the floor and handing them to her. 

“Now. I believe these are yours?”

...

“Morning, team,” Toya yawns as he runs a hand through his messy white hair. 

“You’re ten minutes late,” Katsuki snaps, and his friends give him a nervous look. 

“To my own meeting? You can’t start without me anyways. Not like you punks have anywhere else to be,” Toya scoffs, crossing his arms. 

“We didn’t  have  to pick your agency, you know,” Bakugo mutters under his breath, and Kirishima touches his shoulder. 

“Cut it out,” He whispers to his best friend, but Bakugo flinches away. 

“Listen, you’re my favorite, so I’ll give you a pass on the attitude alright. I’ll be on time for the rest of the week, I swear. I had something…important to do,” Toya smiles to himself absentmindedly tapping his foot. Kaminari snickers, and Mina and Jirou simultaneously smack him on the back of the head. The clicking of leather boots echoes in the stairwell behind Toya, and Sakura slowly emerges into the doorway, walking up behind him. She  clearly  is struggling to walk. 

“I’ve got the reports printed out,” Sakura says flatly, handing a folder to Toya. He cracks open the folder and walks up to each sidekick, handing them a sheet of paper. 

“These are your patrol zones for the day. Remember, our goal is to outdo your little friends at Hawks’ and Mirko’s agencies. If you see them, feel free to team up, but be the better hero. If you need me, just call. I’ll have my phone on me all day. I’ve got a meeting with Team Lurkers this afternoon, though. So, I probably won’t answer after four-ish. Got it?” He drones on like a tired drill sergeant. 

“Yes, sir!” They all shout back, except Bakugo, who only gives an annoyed nod. 

“Oh, and whoever can get an embarrassing picture of Shoto fucking up gets a dollar raise,” Toya sneers. 

“What about Deku?” Bakugo raises his eyebrow. 

“The Number One’s prodigy? Ehhhh, maybe like twenty-five cents,” The Pro concedes, making Bakugo smirk. 

“In the bag,” The chaotic sidekick mutters under his breath as he follows his friends out of the automatic doors, leaving Toya and Sakura alone. 

“You…you don’t have a meeting with Team Lurkers at all today,” Sakura points out, raising her eyebrow. 

“Right.  We  are going to a rave with Keigo and Rumi tonight. But, don’t worry. I already promised you, no more hard drugs. But I can’t promise I won’t be doing shots with Keigo,” Toya snickers, grabbing her by the waist and kissing her on the forehead. 

“In the meantime, I think we should pay dear old Dad a visit, considering he didn’t bother showing up to the wedding.” 

[cramathonn]

Pompey died, cried, and hated becoming a ethereal

SPOILERS FOR THE 1.2 STORY QUEST AHEAD!!

He did

He hated it

Like, listen

That man looked so pained, like obviously physically, did you see how unnaturally his arms bent? But the look he gave Caesar as he pushed her away

That MILISECOND glance he gave her

It was pain, it was distaste at himself, disappointment that he was becoming an Ethereal

That man died being betrayed, didn't get the chance to be treated and saved because of the sabotage Lucius planed and had people watch him as he turned into an Ethereal

I am in shambles

My dear sweet Pompey, Hoyo did you so dirty... You deserved so much better

I need to make fix it x readers like, y'all have NO IDEA how HYPED I was, believing he was going to be playable, in love with his design

And them BOOM death

IN FRONT OF ME

TWICE

HE GOT BACKSTABBED IN THE COMIC CUTSCENE

AAND THEN IN AN ACTUALLY 3D CUTSCENE

Like, please Hoyo, that is targeted harassment agains me and my fellow Pompey enjoyers

I hope they pull a HSR and make dead characters playable, because I need him in my team

But yeah, he did

He totally cried when no one was there

Not of sadness, no, but of pure and sheer fustration. Frustration that his right hand betrayed him, frustration that he didn't see it sooner and frustration because he was going to become a monster due to how hopeful and forgiving he was towards Lucius

That

That just hurts me so much... My sweet old man Ily sm and I would fuck you even as a monster because gyatt dayum, that etheral design bangs, I would so let Ethereal Pompey ruin my insides, y'all have no idea

[aphrodite1288]

Omg I love this side of Kyungsoo 😆 It was 2am in Korea when he shared this story. And maybe he's a lil tipsy ! I love him for celebrating his Freedom and departure savagely. He slayed!

SAVAGE KYUNGSOO SUPREMACY!

Ps: To dumb Akgaes Dandanies whom I hate so much, don't Mistake Ksoo's dislike to SM to him hating his members!!!

Stop hating on the members! He clearly loves them and doesn't blame or condemn them for anything?! the fuck is wrong with y'all bashing them like They have any link to his beef with SM?? The X app is full of Dandans being psycho haters attacking Exo and ExoL like hungry wolves. The other members are also going through their own shit and sabotage from SM and you saw it with Chanyeol and CBX and Jongdae! Why are you only saying SM was bad to Ksoo only and that they were favoring other members over him??! Bitch where?

Sehun sang like 15 lines in all Exo songs since debut, has no solo album 0 reality shows or Variety attendance, 0 Sechan promotions from SM.

Jongdae was being canceled, threatened with Death him and his daughters and went on hiatus for 3years because he decided to have a family and SM didn't even support him or sued the fans who boycotted him or sent him death threats.

Suho, who works so hard on his albums and musicals, and has 0 promotions from SM, no appreciation, 0 variety/reality shows attendance!

Chanyeol who paid with his own money to print and promote his albums with Sehun ?? He said he wants a unit and make an album with Sehun he said he has the lyrics and composed everything himself he just needed the funds for making MVs and printing albums and promoting his debut and comebacks, SM said "Your unit your problem"??? Or the fact that SM was the one that spread that 10 gfs scandal and ruined him few months before going to military because he was being a Rebel! And there's notbing worse than going on military hiatus with a scandal , because once your back people will forget you by choice and with time also! And SM didn't even take any legal measures to protect him like they did with all their idols in that shithole pink company!

Or Jongin and Baekhyun &, Ksoo whom are called the money makers of SM who got overworked by SM, with no rest They put them in show after show after show after project after schedule, going from filming directly to another filming with no rest or a proper meal or sleep, and make them debut 4 times in units and a whole other band (SuperM)?

And Please don't get me started on Minseok/Xiumin, that Man as if he doesn't even exist to SM. He's the most underrated most mistreated member of all times NOT ONLY from his company but sadly from HIS OWN FANS who give 0 fucks about what he does, his albums and projects, I dare anyone here to tell me three songs from his album. And because he's not supported by his own fans that SM refuses to "Waste money" on him promoting him which is sad it's how business works, if you can't produce you can't consume. Like that he'll never have anything even if he begs for it, SM would say "No! We can't give you an album because have you seen your last album it barely got us any revenue 0 profit sorry" . In companies if you can't sell you can't ask for solo projects! Not even a birthday party for your own self with your fans. And if you wanna promote yourself you gotta pay for your Promotions like how Sechan did with their albums.

Sad but facts.

Anyway Ksoo has cute Toes UWU