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morgana-ren · 5 years ago

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my kink is shiggy going absolutely feral and wrecking the pussy

I am soooo sorry this took so long to respond to. I’ve been working nutty hours and it’s been busier than usual. I’m also sososo sorry the quality sucks. I wrote half of it tonight and I am crazy sick. I’ve got some sort of awful flu and I’m like coughing to the point where I can’t breathe and my mouth tastes like blood and my body feels like I was hit by a train. I hope you like it though :/ (BTW this ended up way longer and weirdly… sweeter than I originally intended? I hope it’s still okay though)

He’s sitting at the bar, and admittedly, he’s had a few more drinks than he usually has. Originally, he just wanted to take the edge off, but now he’s feeling a little bit loose. His inhibitions are definitely lower than they should be, so he’s maintaining his composure by trying to keep to himself. He very rarely allows himself to relax like this, but it’s been one hell of a week, and his pent-up rage and anger is threatening to boil over unless he lets himself decompress. It’s for his sake, and more importantly, for the sake of everyone around him, so he allows himself this one.

There’s only one little problem.

That problem is you.

Even at his most attentive, the absolute height of his prowess, he was starting to realize that there was something a little different about you. Don’t get me wrong, he cared about all of his team. They were his family now and he was content with that. But occasionally he found his eyes lingering on you a little too long, getting a little too lulled by the sound of your voice. He would even go as far as to say he felt something akin to giddiness when you would plop down on the stool next to him at the bar.

Tomura was no fool. He knew what it was. He understood in some capacity that he was attracted to you. He had been since you joined. He figured it was inevitable to some degree. After all, he wasn’t exactly a people person, and the ones he did surround himself with weren’t exactly suited to his sexual tastes. He felt for Toga like a big brother would (not to mention the fact that she was underage and that was definitely not his cup of tea.) And the rest of the team? He’d rather shove a nail in his foot.

But you? You seemed a little too perfect.

He tried to play it off as his loneliness. A young female around his age with a powerful quirk and similar views? Of course nature would take its course and veer his attention toward you. That didn’t mean it had to be genuine, right? Surely it would die with time, fading into the background until it was nothing but a dull echo and eventually nonexistent. He was just touch starved, feeling particularly lonesome and isolated recently. It had nothing at all to do with the fact that you had been running circles around his mind lately. Nope. Not at all.

He didn’t spare you any extra attention, gave you no favors. He didn’t let his libido steer his judgement, letting his rational mind keep control instead. He was the leader after all, and it was his job to refrain from bias toward any member of his team. Favoring one or the other, especially because one had a face and personality partial to his own personal tastes, was not a good look. He was a professional. He needed to act like one.

He thought he was doing a pretty good job.

At least until now.

His grip on the glass is a little too tight, just a bit too strained. He can hear you laughing behind him, at what he doesn’t know, but he knows it was ashtray that made you do it. It had been like this the last half hour. You and Dabi had been playing some sort of drinking game and clearly having one hell of a time. Exchanging stories, bantering, and joking back and forth.

Tomura might as well have been a fly on the wall.

Neither one of you seemed to pay him any mind, letting him drink alone in peace. At least as much peace as he could have while you two were practically rioting behind him. With his back turned, you couldn’t see how unbelievably irritated he was either. He told himself it was the noise. He had a headache and you two really should keep it the fuck down. That’s what he told himself.

“Hey dollface, you ever played ‘never have I ever?”

Dabi’s slurring slightly, clearly already deep in his cups. Whatever bullshit game you had been playing before, you had obviously been winning. You seem essentially sober, and yet you were still humoring this asshole. Shigaraki closes his eyes and rolls them. You two were utterly juvenile.

“Not since I was a kid.”

“You wanna play?” The suggestiveness in burn-unit’s voice is just a little too palpable. Shigaraki forces down another coming wave of irritation. He didn’t need to be subjected to this. Two of his subordinates acting like fucking baboons.

“Sure. I hate playing quarters with you anyway. You suck at it, but the quarters you use get too warm and they keep burning my fingers.”

“Can’t help it. I’m hot.” He raises his arms in a joking prostration, nearly falling off of his chair in the process. You chortle, snorting under your breath at his pathetic display. Shigaraki notes that you don’t disagree, however.

“Tell you what, if you can keep your ass in that chair, I’ll play it with you.”

“Ladies first.” Dabi resituates himself on the seat, loudly pulling himself forward several times until he’s level with the table once more.

“Okay, let me think… Never have I ever…” You pause for a moment, thinking. “Stolen a car.”

“Fuckin’ seriously? I had you pegged all wrong, doll! You’re definitely more boring than I thought.”

“Well? Have you?” You seem to already know the answer, but that’s the point.

Tomura knows the answer too. In fact, Dabi has stolen cars under his orders. Looks like ashtray loses this round. With any luck, he’ll eventually black out soon and maybe things would calm down.

“Yeah, yeah, give me the cup.” There’s the sound of a shot glass being passed across the table, and then a very loud crash that nearly makes Tomura jump.

“Bottle’s empty.” Dabi says nonchalantly, as if he didn’t just knock it to the floor, shattering it on accident. “Go get another one.”

“Yes master.”

It’s blatantly sarcastic and Shigaraki knows it is, but it still makes him flush slightly. Those words from your lips are not what he needs to hear right now.

You scoot away from the table, walking over behind the bar where Shigaraki is seated. There’s a pair of cabinets hanging overhead above him that you’ve got your eye on. However, as you stand in front of him and reach up to scrounge through the inside of them, he does his best to shake his shaggy hair in front of his eyes, trying to cover his ruddy face. You don’t quite realize it, but as you’re digging around up there, you’re giving him an exceedingly generous view of your cleavage.

He tries to tear his eyes away, trying to look anywhere else butat your overexposed chest. It’s unprofessional. It’s crude. It makes him feellike a dirty pervert, leering at you when you’re so oblivious. He doesn’t want to look. He’s not going to look. He’s going to pick up his drink and go in the next room and…

He’s looking.

Look, you can’t just do that, okay? I mean, you don’t know what you’re doing but still! He might be the leader, but he’s also a man and he has needs. Wants. Desires. And right now, there’s a pair of tits almost directly in his face, so achingly close that he could touch them if he wanted. His fingers are digging into the skin of his palm, trying to quell all the desperate urges he’s feeling right now, chastising himself in his head for even thinking that way. He holds out, thinking of strategies or games or something, anything to beat off those thoughts. Beat off. Fuck.

Finally, you slam the cupboard shut, apparently not having found what you were looking for. He could have technically told you that there was no liquor up there, but far be it from him to make your life any easier. You opt instead to look behind you in some cupboards lining the wall. He takes another sip of his drink, watching you as you fall to your knees, rifling around in the dusty, cobwebbed enclosure.

“What the fuck is taking so long?” Dabi pipes up from the back, kicking at the glass shards on the floor.

“I can’t find any!” You call back, before sparing a glance towards Shigaraki himself. “Hey boss, can we-”

“No.” He curls his hand protectively around his own bottle. Like hell he’s giving his liquor to that drunken moron behind him.

You sigh, returning to your efforts. He watches in slight amusement as you toss shit around on the inside, very clearly growing frustrated with your lack of success. At least until you bend down, practically crawling inside. Your upper half is encased on the inside of the cheap wooden hutch, but your bottom half…

Your backside is perked out directly toward him. You’re wiggling and worming, smacking things out of your way in your quest for more booze, and it’s definitely not helping. He can see the lines and contours of your ass through your pants, moving and shimmying around so much that he’s subconsciously brought his hand up to his face, biting deeply on a knuckle as he watches.

He doesn’t want to watch. He wants to close his eyes, to look away, to roll his eyes into his head, anything but ogle you like this. His pants are becoming increasingly tight, straining against his crotch. He’s acutely aware of this, shifting in his chair uncomfortably.

Fucking alcohol. It really has been a while.

“Got it!” You maneuver your way out of the alcove, clutching a bottle of musty liquor in your hands, holding it up triumphantly. Shigaraki snaps out of his haze, face blossoming into a deep shade of crimson. Maybe he’s had enough for tonight…

“Yeah, yeah, hurry it up half-pint. I’m losing my buzz.” Dabi is very blatantly more than ‘buzzed’, and he seems hellbent on getting black out. It’s no skin off Shigaraki’s ass, at least that way he’ll probably fall over and pass out and you two will finally leave him alone and give him time to compose himself and chase away these intrusive thoughts.

“Here you go, you big lug.”

He reaches for the bottle in your hands but you pull it away, shaking your head at him and pouring the shot for him. He shoots you a glare, but takes it none the less. His head lulls over as the liquor burns down his throat and Tomura is betting two more and he’ll be on the floor.

He just has to hold out until then. It’s probably a good thing that Dabi is on the brink of black out, because Shigaraki is rapidly running out of patience, dropping levels lower every time he has to hear Dabi’s goddamn voice. He’s almost always baseline annoyed with patchwork, but something was making him exceedingly irritating tonight. Every time he spoke you to you, Tomura found his lip twitching at the poorly concealed inflection in his voice. He doubted you even noticed it, but he sure as fuck could.

“My turn.” Dabi manages to garble out, leaning forward toward you on the table, smiling deviously. “Never have I ever… Fucked a member of the team.”

Tomura can barely hear your shock above his own. Heat prickles painfully below his eyes, mouth slightly agape and both his hands curling into fists. He doesn’t understand why he’s so mad, so angry at it, but he doesn’t exactly care enough to analyze it right now. It’s the typical sort of bullshit shenanigan that drunk people get up to, but it sends his rage meter through the roof. He’s at the end of his rope.

“What?” You laugh anxiously, a barely concealed look of discomfort on your face. “I mean like, yeah, neither have I.”

Dabi leans even more forward, pushing up from his chair and stabilizing himself on the table as he enters your personal space. His eyelids are lowered, either from the drink or his drunken attempt to be seductive, but either way, it’s a bit laughable. “Do you want to?”

“That’s enough!”

Tomura has shoved himself off his stool, kicking it aside as he faces you both. You look utterly started, but Dabi seems unsurprised by his outburst, cocking his head over with a bored expression. “Whattaya want, creep? We’re busy over here.”

Shigaraki opts to ignore Dabi, instead narrowing his eyes on you. If he didn’t know better, he’d say you looked frightened, eyes popped like a deer in headlights, no doubt wondering why it was you getting the brunt of the scolding when it was very clearly Dabi who was crossing boundaries in front of the boss. Right now, he doesn’t care.

He stalks over to you, harshly wrapping four fingers around your wrist and dragging you off into the nearby hallway. “I need to speak with you. Now.”

You gulp almost audibly as he yanks you across the room and into the darkened corridor while Dabi rolls his eyes and scoffs, reaching for the bottle again. Tomura can feel your anxious eyes on the back of his head, no doubt wondering what you were in for, and honestly, even he didn’t know. He had acted on impulse, being led entirely by some instinct that had taken over his brain.

He brings you down deep into the bowels of the building before he finally stops. It’s where you’re certain no one can hear you scream, no matter how many times you tell yourself that this is your leader and he wouldn’t do that to you. He’s got you against a wall as he stares down at you, crimson irises burning into yours. He looks pissed, but he’s just glaring down at you silently, letting the tension build to unbearable levels.

“Boss?” You squeak, unable to handle not knowing.

“Quiet. I’m thinking.” He hisses, snarling at you.

“B-but boss, I didn’t-”

“I said shut up!” He slams his hands on either side of your head, narrowly avoiding decaying the wall behind you. He’s leaning down, face is so close to yours that you can feel his breath against your cheek, moist and chilling you to the bone. You’re unsure of what exactly is about to happen, and for a moment, he is too. He’s frustrated and flustered and he has no fucking idea what the hell he’s even doing here.

That doesn’t last long.

Fuck it.

He crushes his mouth to yours so hard he knows it probably hurts you, but you don’t seem to register it. Your eyes are snapped open, mouth slack and unmoving against his own in your stunned state. To hell with it, he needs to get this out of his system. If you want to hate him later, fine, but he needs to do this. He can’t handle it anymore.

What he doesn’t expect, however, is that after your initial shock wears off, you rake your hands through his hair, pulling him tighter against you, returning his fevered kiss with equally intense fervor. You’re practically devouring him, trying to slip your tongue between his closed lips. While his motions are automatic, his brain practically short circuits.

You’re… kissing him back?

It hits him like a kick in the ass. You’re kissing him back. You are reciprocating. Hell, you’re practically directing at this point. Your hands are clawing at his silver locks, yanking him closer and closer until he can barely breathe. He doesn’t care, he couldn’t care less if he never breathes again as long as you keep yourself pressed against him.

He can feel your body flush against his own, bathing in the warmth of your heat. This is all happening so fast, almost too fast. He never in his wildest dreams would have imagined that you could want him back, and it’s spurring his mind into overdrive. He knows what little self-control he has slipping, and the urge to shove you back further against the wall and take you is becoming a little too overwhelming. He needs to slow down while he still has the ability.

He pulls away if only slightly, just enough that he can croak your name, nails digging into your shoulder in warning. You can see his flushed cheeks, eyes glassy and low. His adam’s apple bobs, swallowing hard against your throat and you can tell he’s doing is best to not envelop you completely in his haze. It’s physically paining him in more ways than one, and you can feel a certain thick hardness worrying between your thighs. Gauging by his facial expression, he’s trying so desperately to communicate to you what’s going through his head without needing to say it.

You get the message. You know he’s trying so hard to keep in check, and no matter how badly he wants it, he’s going to resist. It’s his last defense.

Unfortunately for him, your only desire is to throw gasoline on that fire. You want it, and you want it bad. So, you pull a very unfair move.

You purse your lips in a pout, a simpering little whine emitting from your throat. Your hands make their way down to his narrow hips, gripping him closer between your parted thighs as you roll your body against his overly excitable nether region. Biting your lip, you bring your face close to his ear, whispering.

“Tomura…”

You feel him tense up, seizing as if frozen. His breath is caught in his chest, unable to move or think or breathe. There’s no mistaking the tone in your voice. Your head is in the same space as his. Is he asleep? Dreaming? Alive, even? There’s no way someone like him made it into heaven, so what the fuck was happening?

For the first time since you met him, he looks confused. His thin brows are furrowed, mouth open as if he wants to say something but can’t even find the words. Speechless, for once. He’s not even looking at you anymore, usually thin pupils dilated and switching rapidly between alternate sides of his eyes as if he’s expecting some sort of ambush. He’s utterly lost, and for a moment, you almost feel sorry for him. He’s clearly not used to this. He just needs a tiny little push.

“Fuck me.”

His eyes snap back to yours, a small gasp leaving him. All he needed was your permission, and you just gave it to him. Once you opened that door, there was no closing it. He knows it. You know it. And you’re more than okay with that.

“Please?”

He gives you exactly one second to inhale before he’s on you again. Hands clawing down your back as you struggle to undo your pants which seem exponentially more complicated than they did hours ago. As you kick them down your legs, he catches the hint that your clothing is optional, opting to rip and tear at your shirt rather than take the time to undo it properly. You want to scold him for ruining it, but that’s a bit difficult to do when his tongue is so far down your throat that it might as well be your own. You have a feeling he wouldn’t care even if you could.

You try to do him the favor of unbuttoning his pants, tugging them slightly down his hips, but before you can finish, he grabs your wrists, guiding them up to find anchor behind his neck. You can tell he’s trying to be as gentle and careful as he can, but his hands are shaking and stuttering against you, prying his pinkie fingers back so far that you’re sure it’s cramping him. He doesn’t want to risk harming you, but every bone in his body is screaming at him to tear into you like a predator.

You cling to him as he jerks his jeans down just enough and awkwardly frees himself with one hand, eyes never leaving yours. He’s waiting for you to shove him away, push him off, tell him you were kidding and laugh at him, reject him somehow. But you never do. Even as you can feel him against your legs, he pauses, needing some sort of final confirmation before he goes any further.

You let one hand unhinge from behind him, tracing his jawline and then grabbing his face gently in your hands. He looks vulnerable, almost confused, barely holding back whatever overwhelming need he has and it’s for your sake. You do the only thing you can do, the best reassurance you can think of.

You give him a gentle kiss on the lips, and then nod.

The switch flips.

You barely have time to clasp your hands back around his neck before he’s hiking you around up around his waist by your legs. You manage to lock your ankes together before he’s on you like a feral beast, burrowing his head in the crook of your neck, growling and gnashing his teeth on the tender skin of your throat. He’s grinding his erection between your thighs, rubbing against you and teasing your clit until you’re working against him with equal ferocity, practically ripping his hair by the roots.

He’s got you pinned between his lithe body and the wall, his nails digging into the thick skin of your thighs as he groans against your collar bone. He can feel how wet you are and it’s driving him into a frenzy, your little whimpers only serving to harden his already aching cock. The barely controlled undulation of his hips against yours but a taste of what he’s going to give you, and if he makes you wait much longer, you’re going to lose it.

He lets go of one of your legs, letting you steady yourself with your fastened ankles as his hand creeps between your waiting thighs, stroking and rubbing your nub until you’re bucking your body up into his touch. You’re breathing heavy, gyrating your body to try and increase the friction he’s providing you but it’s not enough. Your pleading looks and half formulated sentences coax a small, cruel giggle from him, reveling in the fact that you’re practically as needy as he is.

“You want it?”

His words are deceptively calm, but the truth of the matter is reflected in his eyes. Wide and bulging, blown out in lust. He’s barely even blinking, memorizing every detail of your wanton body on display for him. His fingers are twitching on his cock as he lines himself with your entrance, every single muscle longing to slam into you full force, but he wants to draw this out. Wants you to beg, needs it.

You nod your head vigorously, a pathetic whine all you can vocalize. You’re squirming in his arms, trying to impale yourself on him and failing. A frustrated groan and a pleading look later, and he decides that it’ll suffice.

”Take it.”

He plunges in, bottoming out inside you with one swift motion. The pressure is intense, stinging even with as wet as you are, but the moan that escapes him is unlike anything you’ve ever heard from him before. He’s always so calculated, so meticulous, but the sheer unadulterated carnality of the sigh that leaves him makes you clench tighter around him. You didn’t think something as simple as a sound could arouse you so much, but something about seeing him so uninhibited makes you hotter than you thought possible.

It takes him a second to adjust to your tightness, but he quickly gets his bearings. Hissing under his breath, he begins thrusting, canting his hips in rhythm as he fucks up into your pliable body. He’s pulling no punches, battering you into the wall until you’re certain there will be bruises. Tenderness is a distant memory but you don’t seem to mind as your cunt is squeezing him so tightly that it’s almost as if you don’t ever want to let go. Your hands untangle themselves from his hair, grabbing onto his shoulders and shredding into his hoodie as you desperately try to stable yourself as he bounces you recklessly on his cock.

Your lecherous moans echo off the walls alongside his huffing and cussing in a cacophony of sin, but neither one of you can muster concern about anyone else hearing you. All you can think about is taking him deeper, rolling your hips in time with his as he pounds into you. He couldn’t give a fuck less if anyone else walks in on it either, even All for One couldn’t command his attention anywhere else but you. The only thing he knows is that he needs to be inside you, needs to feel you and he’ll kill anything that tries to get in the way of that.

Briefly, in the heat of the moment, your eyes meet. Both of you are glossed over, running purely on the fumes of the lustful haze, but there’s something underneath it all that softens you, going beyond pure greed and lasciviousness. He must sense it too, because his free hand comes up to cup your face, puckering your lips with his fingers before he slams his lips to yours once more. There’s a passion to it, an urgency that says something that neither of your words can, and even as you lose yourself moaning into his open mouth, he never lets you go.

Between the frantic pumping and the heated neediness of the kiss, breath is few and far between. You’re both panting in time with each other, desperate for air and each other. You can feel the sweat building on his brow as he rests his forehead against yours, muttering something deep and incomprehensible between consuming you. You’re building up, both reaching your peak and soon his pistoning becomes erratic and broken. You breathe in his ragged, shuddering exhales, swallowing every ounce of himself that he gives you. You never want to let go. You never want to let go.

His cock throbs deep inside you and your orgasm proceeds his. You feel hot ropes of cum coat your insides and your walls milk him even further into completion, clinging fiercely to each other for purchase. Your head is thrown back, practically sobbing as he ushers you into a pleasure so intense that you’re not entirely sure your body can handle it. You’re left drowning and breathless, legs wrapped around him so tightly that it’s cutting off blood flow, arms coiled around his shoulders for dear life.

His mouth is open in a wordless cry, fractured wheezes ripping themselves from his throat as he tries to pull his soul back down to his body. He can’t feel his fingers anymore, can’t feel his extremities, all he can feel is you and your embrace and he decides he never wants to lose it as his lips find yours again, swallowing your cries of pleasure.

Even as you both float back down from your bliss, he doesn’t stop. He doesn’t want to. He knows what’s coming and he’s desperately trying to keep it at bay. He knows he has to let you go eventually, no matter how much he fights it. It’s inevitable, but he’ll draw it out as long as he can.

You don’t stop him.

He kisses you until one of you has no choice but to break it to breathe and he curses the function. With the break, he knows the moment is over.

Gently, he puts you down and does his best to keep you steady on weak, wobbly legs. Your thighs are twitching, already beginning to bruise where his hipbones repeatedly beat into them. He wants to say he feels bad about it, but he doesn’t. It’s a reminder of what you shared. You don’t seem to mind either, even as you nearly fall on your ass trying to gather your pants back up around your legs. Instinctively, you go to button your blouse, but you are quickly reminded that it’s no longer wearable as you realize there’s a gigantic rip through it, and several buttons scattered around on the floor beneath you. You quirk your brow at him, giving him a look of faux annoyance as you take it off and throw it at him.

“Oh.”

He catches the hint but seems lost for a minute. He’s looking around at the walls and the floor as if there’d be a convenient dresser that would pop out of thin air, and you have to resist the urge to laugh. He’s clearly still post-orgasmic delirium, and there’s something just so adorable about seeing such a serious, brooding figure so utterly clueless.

Eventually, he sighs, placing four of his fingers underneath the bottom hem of his hoodie and carelessly yanking it up over his head before chucking it at you in the same manner. He says nothing, but you understand. You look at it for a moment before raising it up over your head, awkwardly trying to maneuver your head and arms into the proper holes in the dark hallway. It takes you a good minute, but you manage.

“I’ll get you a new one.” He’s bashfully scratching the back of your head as he holds your shirt in his hand. He seems embarrassed now, which makes it very hard to resist the urge to giggle at him.

“Don’t even worry about it. I didn’t care about it that much.”

You tuck your hands into the pocket of the hoodie, and you realize just how comfy it is. No wonder he always wears it. You’re probably going to steal it. It definitely, absolutely has nothing to do with the fact that his scent is bombarding you now. Nothing to do at all with the fact that you can still feel the warmth of his body while you wear it. Nope. No chance. No way.

“You should bring that back to me when you change.”

You’ve been foiled.

“I’ll be up. You know where my room is, right?”

Oh.

OH.

You grin cheekily at him, shaking your head. “Yeah, I know where your room is. Give me a few minutes and I’ll drop it by.”

You could swear you see him smile a little when you agree.

“Good. That one’s my favorite.”

You want to make a joke about whether he’s talking about you or the hoodie, but he’s already stalking off. You’re not worried, you’ll see him soon enough.

You have to cross through the kitchen to get back to your room, and you are very surprised to see Dabi still sitting in the same chair where you left him. Well, not surprised to see him, but surprised that he’s not on the floor and is still very much awake. He looks over at you, frowning as he slides a shot glass across the table towards your direction.

“I think you have to take that last shot now.”

#Tomura Shigaraki #Shigaraki x Reader #Lemon #I'm so sorry if this sucks #I feel like someone hit me with 40 sick sticks #tw alcohol #Anonymous #just a warning this is straight up unedited

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xjoonchildx · 4 years ago

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Hi Ana, it’s 🦷!! I’m back and I really pushed myself to work super hard on writing about gum disease this weekend so I could enjoy the newest chapter of Greedy and I loved it!! I absolutely adored seeing our favorite smiley duo kick some serious butt together! As promised, here’s Mr. Min’s smile analysis (congratulations to him on being promoted to co-bias 🥰):

Face shape and profile 🧑🏻: so I would say compared to Hoseok, Yoongi definitely has a rounder facial profile. If you look at his face divided into 1/3rds, his middle 1/3 is slightly larger than his top and bottom 1/3, which is probably to make room for those adorable dumpling cheeks!! Make no mistake, while Yoongi may be cute and round from the front, his profile is deadly!! Perfectly convex and that jawline could cut glass 🤯 (I’m picturing silver haired Yoongi in his mic drop bandana in full profile view 🥵)

Nose, lips, and chin👃🏽👄🗣: Yoongi’s nasolabial angle (angle between the base of the nose and top lip) is more acute than Hoseok’s, and he also has a less defined philtrum (the little columnar grooves that sit above your upper lip). Never fear, this is probably the reason why he has an adorable gummy smile, as his muscles want to lift his upper lip nice and high to show off those gums! His lips seem nice and competent, indicating good muscular support! Unlike Hoseok, I think Yoongi in profile view has a very defined chin, probably due to his defined labiomental groove (the groove lying underneath the lower lip and above the chin)! (We can make labiomental groove Yoongi’s sexy facial feature of choice) 😉

Smile and tooth analysis 🦷: probably my fave feature of his!! So I would say Yoongi’s smile line follows what we call a reverse smile or gull-wing arc, meaning it is the inverse shape of his lower lip!! While gull-wings may be considered less aesthetic, I find it fitting how this amazingly lyrical man has a smile shaped like the wings of bird 😊 The technical term for a gummy smile is known as excessive gingival display!! Yoongi’s gums being on display could be considered unattractive by orthodontists and plastic surgeons, but as the proud owner if a gummy smile myself, he rocks it and manages to make it look soooo good! A couple of his teeth are in crossbite in the back and there is some negative space when he smiles, but I’m going to chalk it up to the fact that when this man smiles, he smiles wide enough to wrap around Earth 4528 times (not an accurate measurement, just a scientific 😅approximation). The negative space and the teeth coming together the way they do makes his smile so wide and warm and full of joy, and I appreciate that about him (again, biased because my smile is kind of the same)! My final comment would just be that I think Yoongi has seriously pretty teeth. Like they’re actually gorgeous (to echo Tae’s thoughts on his Suga hyung). Typically males will have very square teeth with sharp lines, but Yoongi has really feminine teeth. They’re soft and rounded around the edges, which gives his smile a really youthful looking appearance. His teeth are so delicate, much like his other facial features that lend to his face just being Angelic 😇 When I’ve talked to my patients who’ve lost all their teeth and are looking into choosing teeth for a denture, a majority of them go with Yoongi’s tooth shape, regardless of their gender identity!

TL;DR: Min Yoongi has a face which defies the laws of science!! A lot of his features vary from the norm, but he still manages to put them all together and make them look hot while simultaneously melting our hearts with his gorgeous smile 😍 He’s living proof that there’s beauty to be found in imperfections because when all paired together, they can still create a perfectly amazing human being

I hope you liked this analysis as much as Hobi’s and I can’t wait for the next chapter of Greedy (even though I’m sad to see the story end 🥺)!!

Here’s to hoping you have many reasons to smile today,

🦷 anon

my sweet, beautiful, brainy 🦷 anon!

you covered so much ground in this ask and i love learning from you. let me take it step by step.

congratulations to him on being promoted to co-bias 🥰

girl, i had to stop fighting nature. i gave up and gave in 🤣

Make no mistake, while Yoongi may be cute and round from the front, his profile is deadly!! Perfectly convex and that jawline could cut glass 🤯

oh i love that you pointed this out because we get two different kinds of serves from yoongi. i love the sweet roundness of his face that we see sometimes but then we get that serious, angular side profile and oooooooof

We can make labiomental groove Yoongi’s sexy facial feature of choice) 😉

today’s sexy phrase i learned from you is “labiomental groove” and YES i will throw this into casual conversation at dinner parties as soon as people start having dinner parties again

I find it fitting how this amazingly lyrical man has a smile shaped like the wings of bird 😊

help, i’m misty

My final comment would just be that I think Yoongi has seriously pretty teeth. Like they’re actually gorgeous (to echo Tae’s thoughts on his Suga hyung). Typically males will have very square teeth with sharp lines, but Yoongi has really feminine teeth. They’re soft and rounded around the edges, which gives his smile a really youthful looking appearance. His teeth are so delicate, much like his other facial features that lend to his face just being Angelic 😇

yes! all of this! hard agree 🦷 anon.

and i seriously love that you showed this to your professor like honestly how cute. and your professor liked it? gah that’s so cute, too.

keep killing those tests and essays, babe.

you are going to very very far in this field!

#🦷 anon

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fanficshiddles · 5 years ago

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Eyes on me, One shot

Slight delay in the posting schedule for this...

Soooo I had another dream and just HAD to write it out. Hehe. So here’s a one shot where the OC gets fucked by Loki’s sceptre.

Dominant Loki, penetration with the sceptre, choking

‘Look at you, pet. Quivering in excitement while you kneel so prettily for me.’

Loki’s voice swam through her, making her trembling worsen. She was struggling to keep her eyes down, but she knew she would be in trouble if she looked up at him without permission.

His leather boots came into her view as he towered over her, eyeing her up closely.

Then his sceptre came into view. The blue stone hummed to life as he used the tip to hook under her chin, the sharp point was pressing into her skin but not enough to pierce her, raising her head up so she was to look up at him in all of his glory, he always looked powerful but even more so with his Asgardian armour on fully.

‘Such a pretty little thing you are.’ He purred, his eyes darkening.

Loki trailed the tip of the sceptre down from her chin, down her neck and then used it to easily slice her dress down the middle, making her gasp.

‘Ah, ah, ah. Keep those hands behind you.’ He demanded, noticing her about to move them.

She swallowed hard, but kept her hands behind her like he’d told her. Her chest was heaving as he continued to cut away at her dress with the sceptre. Once her dress was pooled around her knees, he took a step back, grinning at her now naked form. His rule of no underwear definitely came in handy at times like these.

‘Beautiful.’ He purred. ‘Now, crawl to the bed and get on. You know the position I want you in.’ He stepped back and watched in utter delight as she crawled over to the bed and scrambled up onto it.

She lay down on her back and spread her limbs out towards each corner of the bed. He clicked his fingers and four leather cuffs from either corner came slithering like snakes from underneath the bed and over towards her wrists and ankles.

While Loki crossed the room, to stand at the bottom of the bed, the cuffs slipped around her wrists and ankles and locked in place. Then her wrists were slowly pulled up and apart, until they were tight enough to keep from moving too much. The restraints around her ankles drew tighter too, pulling her legs wide apart until she was completely spread eagle on his bed.

He laughed wickedly as he stood at the bottom of the bed, his gaze caressing over her naked and bound form. He so enjoyed seeing her like that, completely vulnerable and at his mercy.

Moving onto the bed and kneeling between her legs, he placed the sceptre down beside her. The blue glow constantly in the corner of her eye while Loki leaned over her, his eyes full of mischief. He moved down and kissed the side of her lips softly as his hands squeezed her hips, then slid upwards and he massaged her breasts.

She let out a moan and closed her eyes, arching herself up as much as she could into his touch. He hummed in approval and brushed his thumbs over her hard nipples.

‘Who do you belong to, pet?’ He growled, moving down he captured her left nipple between his teeth, nibbling for a moment until she replied.

‘You… You, Master. I belong to you.’ She whispered.

‘Good girl.’ He moved further down and with his fingers he spread her cunt wide open, taking a good look. Making her feel a little embarrassed, as it almost felt like an inspection.

He trailed a finger up and down her cunt, making her whimper at his firm touch. He smirked at her reaction, the way she bucked in her bonds when he rubbed over her clit.

‘Who does this pussy belong to?’ He asked, giving it a swift slap that made her yelp in surprise.

‘You… Master.’

‘Speak properly.’ Loki commanded.

‘My pussy belongs to you, Master.’ She said quickly, biting her lower lip.

‘Good girl… And she certainly knows who her Master is, she’s positively soaking wet.’ He thrust two fingers into her cunt, making her gasp.

‘Does my slut want to cum?’ He sat up straighter and looked directly into her eyes.

‘Please, Master. Please make me cum.’ She whimpered as he fingered her slowly, then slipped them out.

‘You do beg so prettily for me.’ He winked at her.

Her eyes widened when she saw him pick up the sceptre once more. He studied it closely, with a smirk. Then looked back at his pet.

‘You know, there are many ways I can bring you to heel with this sceptre of mine.’

She trembled at his words, slightly nervous about what he was going to do with it…

But she soon found out. He trailed the tip along her body, down between her breasts and back up and around her nipples. The sharp tip trailed along her skin lightly, making her breathing go haywire. She knew if she moved in the wrong way, not that she could move much anyway, but if she did, it could pierce into her badly.

Loki breathed in deeply, enjoying the clear smell of her arousal mixed with some fear.

‘Are you scared, pet?’ He asked, his voice dark.

She swallowed before answering. ‘A… a little… Master.’ She whispered.

Loki chuckled darkly and leaned down to suck just below her belly button. ‘Good.’ He then moved along and nibbled on her hip as he trailed the sceptre down to tease over her thighs.

Her fear ramped up a bit more when he drew the sceptre towards her cunt. The sharp tip was dragged along her outer lips, making her shake. She was worried he was going to cut her…

‘Relax, pet. I’m about to fuck you with this sceptre, so you best keep veryyy still.’ He said in warning, repositioning himself at the side of her so he could keep a close eye on her body.

Instead of relaxing though, she tensed up more. Surely he was joking? It would cut her insides.

Without her seeing, Loki used his Seidr and turned the sceptre’s sharp point into a small rounded blunt point instead. But she was so worked up in fear and arousal, that she didn’t notice until he started pushing it into her and she cried out.

‘Shhhh. Easy.’ Loki hummed, pushing the sceptre further into her as he stroked her breasts. ‘Eyes on me, pet.’

She turned her head to the side and looked at him, he was staring right back at her so intently she shuddered and felt her clit throb.

‘Mmmm, I don’t know why I’ve not done this before. Seeing my sceptre inside of you is a rather erotic sight.’ He grinned, showing off his pearly white teeth.

He fucked her slowly with the sceptre, twisting and turning it with every thrust. It was cold inside of her, the metal. But she could also feel the buzzing, an almost vibrating feeling, from the power of the stone as it hummed with life. It was making her toes curl in utter delight.

‘Eyes!’ Loki barked when she closed them momentarily, enjoying the pleasure.

Her eyes shot open again, especially as Loki then wrapped his free hand around her neck, putting on some pressure. He leaned over her more, so his face was hovering above her while he kept moving the sceptre within her.

‘Keep them on me.’

She started gasping, craving for air. The pleasure from the sceptre was taking her oxygen away even quicker, tears of desperation came to her eyes that made Loki extremely pleased.

‘Look at you, such a horny little slut. Getting off on my sceptre while I own your breath. I own everything about you.’ He gave the sceptre an extra thrust and pushed it further in. Causing the second, lower down point to just touch her clit. The sharpness and precision of it made her wail, losing the last of her breath as she came hard.

Loki squeezed her neck harder, then quickly released her. She gulped down air, worried he was going to take it away from her again. But he didn’t. He pulled the sceptre out of her, it was covered in her juices as the main point took its normal sharp shape again.

‘My my, pet. You’ve made quite the mess of my sceptre.’ He brought it up to her face, dangerously close to her lips. ‘Clean it.’

She was so dazed from her orgasm, but she managed to stick her tongue out. Loki pressed the sceptre against her tongue, careful not to slice it clean off, which it could do if he wanted. He enjoyed watching her lick the metal clean, he could tell by her eyes that she was so far gone into submissive space, she would do absolutely anything he told her to.

He knew that if he told her to fuck herself on the sceptre again but without him changing the tip, that she would still do it for him in an instant.

‘That’s it, my good little slut.’ He praised, making her cheeks go even redder.

Once he was happy with his sceptre being cleaned up enough, he put it down to the side again and lay himself across her body. He stroked her hair for a moment, then her cheek with the back of his hand.

‘Hmm. I am very lucky that I don’t need to use it to control your mind. Because you would do whatever I say without hesitation, wouldn’t you, pet?’

‘Ye… Yes… Master.’ She whimpered.

‘Because who do you belong to?’

‘You… Master… I belong to… you.’ Her eyes were fluttering. She was so tired, but she knew better than to fall asleep before Loki gave her permission to.

‘That’s right, pet. You’re my slut, and always will be.’ He growled and pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead. ‘Now… you may sleep.’

She closed her eyes and it didn’t take long at all for her to fall under, even while still restrained. She never even felt Loki press the broad head of his cock against her cunt. Her body and mind was so exhausted.

‘That’s my good girl.’ Loki whispered as he then sank into her wet warmth.

#Loki #Tom Hiddleston #fan fiction #one shot #eyes on me

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scribbuluswrites · 4 years ago

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Yule be Sorry

Thank you soooo much for requesting @1-800-imagines! I am on a major Harry Potter kick so this was a blast to write. Also, forgive my super pun lame title. 😂

Life in the castle had been busier than usual. The halls were bustling with Hogwarts students, but now, there were also the visiting students from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang wandering about the castle. Finding places to sit in the great hall at meal times had become much more difficult.

As a result, you had started eating lunch later than the rest of your usual group, opting for peace rather than the newly raised noise levels. There were less students with a free period at 2 p.m., so you took advantage of it.

It had been very quiet and a great time to catch up on school work while enjoying a leisurely lunch. At least, it was until he showed up. Once that started, you found yourself becoming less and less productive, and spending more and more time just staring.

Draco Malfoy had always been a fascination for you. He was beautiful to look at, but you were drawn in by the complications behind his blue eyes. Over the years you had been together at school, he had finally started to mature, slowly beginning to question his family’s racist views.

One Thursday you finally had the courage to approach him. There were less students than usual, and it felt like the best time to risk talking to the Slytherin. If he rejected you, or shooed you away for your crimson robes, there wouldn’t be very many witnesses.

“Hi,” you said quietly, forcing yourself to speak up when he didn’t pause his reading. “Draco.” Slowly, he looked at you, his finger rested in the middle of the page to mark where he had left off.

“Can I help you?” he asked, the corner of his mouth pulled up in a sneer. His words might have been polite, but his intention certainly wasn’t.

“Nevermind,” you murmured, shaking your head. This had been a stupid idea. Of course Draco would never want to spend time with a Gryffindor.

“Wait.” Your feet paused, your thoughts still busy berating you for being foolish enough to come over here. “This charms essay,” he said by way of an excuse for his rudeness.

“That’s what I was coming to ask about. I forgot my book, and I was wondering if I could borrow yours,” you lied, glad you had decided to leave it in your common room. You had finished the essay yesterday, but this was a good way to at least start a conversation.

“Only if I can ask a few questions. I might be better in every other subject, but you’re definitely the one with a knack for charms.” You felt your hackles start to rise before catching the faint smile on his face. Draco was teasing you.

That was how it started. From that one study session, you two had started sitting together every day. Initially, it had all been about homework, but slowly, you had begun talking about things outside the classroom.

Draco had told you things about his home life, looking very surprised the words had even left his mouth. His eyes were worried, but he relaxed when your expression didn’t change. His family had very dark expectations for him, and he wasn’t sure that was the future he wanted.

Seeing behind the pureblood mask he wore for everyone else was breathtaking. Draco was calm under school pressure, but there was a part of him that was very insecure. He was always concerned with image.

With you, though, he had started to fully relax. He didn’t constantly fidget to make sure his hair was perfect or his robes fell just so. Draco was witty and unafraid to make the silliest jokes, encouraged by the way you laughed or rolled your eyes at every joke.

It was around week four that you realised, you were completely gone for him. From the way he smiled back, you were beginning to suspect he felt a similar way towards you.

Once the Yule Ball was announced, you spent almost every lunch hoping and wishing he would ask you. There had been a few moments where you were certain it would be his next words, but Draco would look around the hall, as though he was afraid of being overheard.

Finally, you’d had enough. “Draco, do you have a date to the ball?” You’d wanted it to feel casual, but you knew your voice sounded much more high pitched than intended.

“I don’t want to talk about the dance,” he replied curtly, his tone flat.

“Are you not going?” you asked, brows furrowed as you watched him tense up. “We could go as friends,” you shrugged, hoping it looked nonchalant. Draco looked at you as though you’d just suggested you attend a lecture on Nargles by Luna’s father.

“Us? We can’t go together,” he scoffed, the derision clear in his expression. You recoiled, suddenly realising why Draco always looked so worried about being seen with you. “Like a Malfoy could be seen at a ministry function with a Gryffindor.”

You grabbed his glass of pumpkin juice, tossing it right in his face. Draco was still spluttering as you stormed off. What you missed, though, was the faintest look of panic as he watched you walk away.

Draco gave you space for a few days before trying to approach you in the Great Hall. You were still eating lunch at the same time but making a clear point to sit as far away from him as possible.

“Mind if I join you?” he asked, ducking his head to try and catch your eye.

“Like a Gryffindor could ever sit with a Malfoy,” you snapped, parroting his words back to him. Draco sighed, ramping up for what you expected would be a poor excuse for his reasoning. “I’m not hungry anyway.” With that, you slammed your book shut and marched off.

You looked in the mirror one last time, making sure there wasn’t a hair out of place. To be honest, the dance seemed a lot less fun than you had hoped. Something about having to go with a friend instead of Draco just wasn’t as exciting.

George was waiting for you at the entrance to the common room. He was a lot of fun and absolutely understood just going as friends. His romantic intentions towards you went about as far as yours did in return, absolutely nowhere.

Draco caught sight of you several steps before you noticed him. His eyes pored over you, wishing he was the one your arm was threaded around. You were gorgeous, and he had been a fool.

He waited until George wandered off, deep in conversation with his twin. It was a struggle, but Draco managed to hold off his judgement, knowing that wouldn’t help him regain your favour.

“Hello, Draco,” you greeted coolly, wondering what little jab he would have.

“You… you look lovely,” he breathed, cringing a little as the words escaped. He hadn’t intended to start the conversation that way.

“Shocking, isn’t it?” you retorted, frowning at him. “Who knew a Gryffindor could…”

“I panicked!” he interrupted, his voice almost a shout. Draco forced himself to take a deep breath, clearly annoyed that you just wouldn’t let it go. “I panicked,” he repeated, much quieter this time. “I wanted to ask you, but I started thinking about how everyone else would look at it.” The faux-disdain had dropped from your expression as you watched him struggle with what to say next. “I like spending time with you. You make me feel good enough,” he explained, taking your hand in his. “Can I try again?”

You pulled your bottom lip between your teeth, unsure just what to say. If you said yes, would Draco do something like that again? If you said no… There was no way you’d say no, so you nodded slowly.

“Can I have the next dance?”

“People might see,” you replied. There was a soft sound of bells just overhead, and you both looked up to see mistletoe right above your heads. It was hung with bright red ribbon and bells, appearing out of nowhere.

“Let them eat their hearts out,” he grinned, pulling you in tighter.

From across the room, Ron made a disgusted sound in the back of his throat.

“Ew, Hermione’s with the enemy, now your date is snogging Malfoy,” he whined, looking over at George. George shrugged and grinned, his eyes full of mischief.

“Now she’ll stop moping around,” he said, tucking his wand back into his robes.

#harry potter #draco malfoy #draco x reader #draco x gryffindor!reader #harry potter imagine

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thegolfvisor · 5 years ago

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Blindsided

Soooo… that didn’t *quite* play out the way it was supposed to! Apparently folks have LOTS of questions on this vote so rather than trying respond to questions individually, I thought I’d put together a quick summary of what I was thinking last night. It goes without saying that this is a spoiler-free complement to what you’ve seen on the show! (Note - this is of course all strictly my perspective on events. Others' perspectives may of course differ)

"Why am I suddenly leading the vote having sat back until now?"

Good question. There are several importance pieces of context here from my perspective. Firstly, and this can be easy to forget, this was the literally only the 2nd time anyone from the Contenders tribe had been to Tribal Council! We had been once before for the relatively straightforward Laura vote. Contrast this with Dave and Luke who had each been to five at this point, not to mention the dozen or so that Luke had been to in his first season! The difference in experience was vast. I knew this was a huge risk and I tried to mitigate it by (obviously unsuccessfully!) attempting to manage the vote.

Secondly, while the tribe swap was phenomenal from a pure numbers standpoint (as you heard me say in the episode); in terms of specific tribe makeup, we saw that it was not ideal for me. As you may recall from my rundown of the Contender tribe pecking order from a few episodes ago, of the seven former Contenders now on Champions beach, I had placed Daisy and John in a group at the top (along with Shaun and Matty); Sammy in the middle with me; and Hannah, Sarah (and at that point in time) Baden in a group at the bottom. The point here is that (again from my perspective at the time), this was not a particularly cohesive group. The different blocs in the group of seven had not really voted together before. And in fact I remember thinking that there were people within the seven who were barely on speaking terms. This was far from ideal, and correctly or incorrectly, I felt that I had little choice but to try to manage the different blocs into a cohesive voting strategy.

"Why vote for Dave/Luke?”

I think this is relatively straightforward, but it’s probably worth including for completeness. As I said at Tribal Council - Luke and Dave are both extremely strong players - particularly in the social game. Even before the tribe swap happened, I had been on record in confessionals about the fact that I viewed Luke as by far the biggest threat in the game. I knew about his compelling family backstory; I had seen the quality of his social game in his first season; I had seen him make it to day 50 or so despite very limited game knowledge going in; I knew his style was unpredictable; and I’d heard interviews with his former tribemates who had said he would likely have won the jury vote. All in all, a terrifying combination.

I knew less about Dave obviously, but as we saw last night, I knew he had somehow found an idol and orchestrated the swap with Shaun. I also knew from the Champions voting history (and from conversations with him in the day or two that we had been together post-swap) that he had been at least partially responsible for breaking the sports alliance. He had also told me that he and Luke were inseparable, having been “forged through fire together” at multiple Tribal Councils.

So with that context in place, we get to Shaun’s idol.

"Why tell the other Contenders about the cross-tribe idols?"

As we saw in the episode, Shaun had shared the details of the cross-tribe idols with me. As discussed above, I was already fearful of Luke and was now increasingly concerned about Dave as well. How could I get the other six Contenders onto the same page? Whilst it may seem obvious that the former Contenders would want to vote for one of the two original Champions; don’t forget, both Dave and Luke are masterful social players. They are both incredibly charming, and as we saw in the episode, experts in finding and exploiting small cracks. So Dave’s idol became the tool I used to try to galvanise the Contenders against Dave and Luke. Daisy of course (and possibly John) already knew about it, but to the remainder of the Contenders we saw that it was new and compelling information. From the episode it appeared that Daisy’s concern was that, in revealing the details of Dave’s idol, I had betrayed Shaun’s trust. This is fair. From my perspective though, the tribe swap was a new dynamic that made the information too important not to share, in that, for example, it made a split vote necessary. I was also conscious that most of Dave’s alliance members were now on the same tribe as Shaun anyway, and as such would likely be well aware that Shaun was holding the other cross-tribe idol. I also knew (as we saw on the idol paperwork) that the cross-tribe idols could only be played pre-merge, meaning that: Dave had to play his idol soon (which increased the galvanising effect on the former Contenders who were all potentially at risk of being idoled out pre-merge), and also that the value of the information relating to Shaun’s idol was lower than would be the case for a regular idol given that it had an expiry date.

It’s probably also worth noting here that (as we saw at the Burger reward), Dave had told Shaun (and later me also when I asked him about it) that he had in fact already played his idol to save Pia. I didn’t know whether this was true or not, but I proceeded on the assumption that he was lying about this, and incorporated this into my pitch to the former Contenders.

“Where on earth did you get a coin from?”

Absurdly, we had literally found a coin washed up on the beach either that day or the day before. (No, it didn’t come from the same place as the supposedly magic Contender beans).

“What was the point of the coin toss? Wouldn’t whoever out of Dave or Luke didn’t play the idol have just gone home anyway?”

When we initially formulated the plan to split the votes 4/3 across Dave and Luke, the obvious question was - who do we put 4 votes on? No-one had a strong point of view either way. In my view, Luke was the bigger threat but I didn’t want to be on record as having had a preference for voting out one rather than the other. I felt it would be safer in the long-term to position the vote as simply Contenders vs Champions. This was the first argument in favour of the vote being random.

Perhaps more importantly however is the following hypothetical scenario. Imagine that the Contenders agree in advance to place 4 votes on Luke and 3 votes on Dave. Assume that Dave/Luke meanwhile plan to vote together against me. Assume then that Dave/Luke convince one Contender to defect and vote with them. If this Contender defector had been nominated to be one of the 3 votes for Dave, then suddenly the vote is 4 votes Luke, 2 votes Dave and 3 votes me. Because the defector knows where the other votes are going, s/he is able to reveal that there will be 4 votes cast for Luke, allowing Dave to correctly play his idol for Luke, meaning that I go home! This demonstrates the (perhaps not immediately apparent) way in which, even in a very strong-looking 7-2 scenario like this, a single defection can actually flip the Tribal Council outcome.

So to guard against this possibility, I proposed the coin toss as a random vote generator in the voting booth for the decisive 4th vote. The elegant simplicity of this approach is that literally no-one knows the breakdown of the vote split until moments before the vote is cast. In theory this should also serve to bind the seven more tightly together, in that it reduces the incentive for any one individual to defect. Any potential defector would have incomplete information, meaning that Dave/Luke are unable to play an idol correctly with certainty. They could of course still guess, but that is a variable that can’t be eliminated entirely.

Although of course I tried... ;)

Because I knew that Dave was the person actually holding Shaun’s cross-tribe idol, I was confident that he would not play it for Luke if it meant that he was a 50% chance to go home himself. So whilst you of course saw me physically toss the coin in the voting booth; I was always in fact planning to vote for Luke. Hence the… “Sorry Lukey. Heads I win, tails you lose.”

"Why whisper to John just before the votes were cast? Was this purely theatre?"

Haha, no! I actually had a reason to do this! This was in fact an insurance policy against something that had been bugging me from the moment we left camp to go to Tribal Council. Firstly though, a bit of background is necessary here. As you may recall from my rundown of the Contender tribe pecking order from a few episodes ago; I had placed Hannah and Sarah in a group at the bottom. Again this is only from my perspective, but I was conscious that a tribe swap might have represented a great opportunity for a couple of people who had perhaps been at the bottom of their tribe to potentially change their position by aligning with new tribe members (who would of course happily promise them anything!). So with this as background, it transpired that not long before we left for Tribal Council, I saw Hannah and Sarah deep in conversation with Dave and Luke (I think this may have actually been briefly shown in the episode as part of the scramble). This was disconcerting to say the least, and my focus on this may have in fact contributed to me being less aware of what Daisy was doing with John and Baden!

As we left for Tribal Council my head was spinning with the possibilities. If Hannah and Sarah defected, what would that mean for the vote? Recall from the episode that we had formulated a plan to vote based on age. That is, the 3 youngest Contenders (Baden, Hannah and Daisy) would vote for the younger of the 2 Champions (Luke); leaving the 3 older Contenders (Daisy, John and Sarah) to vote for the older Champion (Dave). An aside here - for those who are asking why I proposed this age-based system rather than the more traditional “men vote for one person, women vote for the other”. In this instance, although we had 3 men and 4 women, which on the surface appears as if it would have worked, recall that I wanted to cast the decisive vote myself via the coin toss; which would have left 2 men and 4 women for the required 3/3 split. So the age-based approach just made more sense…

But back to Hannah and Sarah! So had they defected and voted with Dave/Luke, that theoretically would have meant 4 votes on me (or Daisy, or John, but for simplicity let’s assume it’s me). Hannah’s vote was supposed to be for Luke, and Sarah’s vote was supposed to be for Dave. So instead of a 3/3 split with me casting the decisive vote, I would suddenly be left with a 2/2 split (plus my my vote), up against 4 votes for me. Meaning I go home. In this scenario, I needed to find a way to ensure that a total of 4 votes (including my coin toss vote) were cast for Luke (remembering that, at this point, I’m betting that Dave will play his idol for himself). I know that John and Daisy are the other 2 Contenders who are supposed to be casting votes for Dave, so my only option is to ask one of them to change their vote from Dave to Luke. By doing this at the last possible moment before the votes are cast, there is theoretically no opportunity for the changed vote structure information to circulate and for Dave and Luke to change their voting strategy. John was the most accessible Contender (he was seated at the end of the row), so, as you saw on the episode, I asked him to change his vote to Luke. Had the Hannah/Sarah defection scenario played out, then we would have seen 1 vote Dave (who then burns his idol), 4 votes Luke, and 4 votes me. With me then (hopefully!) surviving the revote 3 votes to 4, and Luke going home.

Paranoid - sure!

Overthinking - probably!

Outplayed - definitely!

One final note - all of the above of course assumes no knowledge of the fact that we have seen that Luke actually has his own idol! But that’s the beauty of this game. No matter how hard you try, you likely can’t anticipate everything...

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p-redux · 6 years ago

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Identifiable Extreme Shippers CAUGHT redhanded altering Caitriona Balfe’s Wikipedia page to suit their SamCait fantasies--Read All About It!

So, yesterday I was alerted in DM that Cait’s Wikipedia page had been locked by Wikipedia administrators. Prior to this, Cait’s page had been updated to include that, as of 2018, she is engaged to Tony McGill (with a proper and legit citation from People magazine).

“Persistent vandalism” was the reason given for Cait’s Wiki account being locked. Persistent vandalism in Wiki terms means too many edits had been made on her page without substantiated citations or sources to back them up.

Gee, I wonder who would want to alter Cait’s page, especially NOW that it says she is engaged to Tony McGill? *taps chin* Um, Extreme Shippers of course! Click on “Keep Reading” below to see how I PROVE beyond a shadow of a doubt that it was IDENTIFIABLE and KNOWN Extreme Shippers who messed with Caitriona’s Wikipedia page AND they BRAGGED about it. Is there nothing they will stop at to keep their faux SamCait ship afloat? Looks like the answer is a resounding and embarrassing NO.

This is long and full of screencaps, but I think it’s worth reading to see just HOW FAR Extreme Shippers are willing to go to ALTER Reality to fit their SamCait fantasy world. Please read all the way to the end. I promise it’s worth it. :-)

If you go to Cait’s Wikipedia page, at the bottom there is a green bar that tells you who the last person to edit the page is, click on the left side of the bar and it takes you to the history of edits. On that page it tells you what time changes were made, the name of the person who made them and the section they changed etc. If the person does not have a user name on Wikipedia then it shows the person’s IP address.

In the screencap below, you can see that stuff was deleted yesterday, July 19 (red and the minus sign means a deletion) at 21:02, 9:02 PM by an Anon user (I’ve blacked out their full IP), then what they deleted was added (green and a plus sign means an addition) by DeniedClub who seems to be a frequent user. If you search back into the history from July 18 July 19, 2018, Caitriona’s “Personal Life” section was changed back and forth, back and forth, MULTIPLE times, until the excessive activity must have alerted one of the Administrators and you can see Admin, Anna Frodesiak finally locked Cait’s account at 21:30 9:30 PM for “persistent vandalism.”

Sooooo, let’s look at what was changed and why immediately one would suspect it was Extreme Shippers who made the changes.

What was it that the person with an IP that starts with an 8 and ends with a 5 deleted?

Why, it was the quote about Cait being engaged to Tony...quel surprise--not. You can see the IP matches. For a good laugh, below are more screencaps of the things that were changed on Cait’s Wiki page...as if changing what was written on Cait’s Wiki page would CHANGE REALITY. *facepalm*

Her “assistant” hahahaha! Let’s look at some more wishful thinking...

I wonder how long this edit that it was Sam Heughan who was Cait’s fiance was left up before someone changed it back. Lord.

Orphan Wiki, a confirmed user, had to delete the change someone made that said “As of 2018, she is engaged to someone who people don’t know.” Bwahahahaha. You couldn’t make this stuff up if you tried.

But the Anon user above was not happy with that so they changed it to “As of 2018, she is engaged to who is still a mystery.” More Bwahahahaha! Oh my God, I’m cackling. Hysterical.

Soooo, it’s pretty obvious that NO ONE OTHER than Extreme Shippers would make those changes to Cait’s Wiki page, but in case some of you are still in doubt, the screencaps below PROVE that Jess talked about “anyone” being able to change a Wiki page, and Jammfsession CONFIRMING she had done so.

The succession of Screencaps below SHOW that Extreme Shippers ADMITTED they were the ones that deleted Tony McGill off Cait’s Wiki page and made all those changes, that ES BRAGGED about it, and that ES EGGED each other on to continue doing so. Jammfsession even talked about going to Sam’s Wikipedia page and doing the same thing. So much for the “best fans ever.”

As you can see from the screencap above Nighean--donn showed a screencap of the change she made to Cait’s Wiki page--deleting Tony’s name. The disrespect is astounding, and the fact that they are so gleeful about it, like it’s a game is mind boggling.

Below are MORE screencaps showing the “party” Extreme Shippers seemed to be having joyfully deleting the name of the man Cait is in love with. As if that would change reality. SMH.

Amanda 5834 calling Mackenzie “trashy.” Such a great fan--NOT

Soooo, just to leave NO room for doubt as to it being Extreme Shippers who were the ones who kept deleting Tony’s name from Cait’s Wiki page, below is a screencap showing that it was indeed Jammfsession who messed with Cait’s page. You can see what she deleted (red), what she added (green), and her name Jammfsession right at the bottom.

Now let’s revisit which OTHER IDENTIFIABLE Extreme Shippers (there were more than TWO, but I’m focusing on just a few) also changed Cait’s Wiki page. In the screencap below, you can see that an Anon user with an IP that starts in 8 and ends in 59 made several deletions of the same 267 character paragraph over and over again...

What was it that IP ending starting in 8 and ending in 59 kept deleting after the admins kept adding it back? See below

So, I looked up the IP and guess what country it’s out of ?

IRELAND! Gee, what a coinkydink. Isn’t Jess supposedly in Ireland? I know there has always been doubt as to Jess really being in Ireland since she doesn’t use Irish syntax, and also says “Mom” instead of “Mum,” Vacation” instead of “Holiday,” “In the hospital” instead of “In hospital” and other stuff that Americans or Canadians say that Irish people don’t, but this right here gives me pause to think that the “Irish lass,” may indeed be in Ireland after all. Unless there’s some other Irish Extreme Shipper or someone purposely picking a VPN in Ireland. Who knows....BUT, let me leave you with this interesting morsel...

10 months ago someone with an IP starting in 8 and ending in 109 edited Cait’s Wiki page and changed Cait’s name from Caitriona Balfe to Jessica Caitriona Balfe. See screencap below

And guess where that IP is out of? IRELAND! Jess is short for Jessica and Jess used to go by Jessica on her blog. The IPs from Ireland are two different IPs. but the one I’m showing you now was from 10 months ago, Jess could have gotten a new phone/tablet/laptop, or simply be using a different device. But it would have to be a coincidence of epic proportions that someone named “Jessica” from Ireland who altered Cait’s name on her Wiki page would not be THE Jessica (Jess) from Ireland. I won’t make any definitive conclusions about this...everyone can decide for themselves what they make of it, but there it is.

What I CAN say definitively thought is this: what I presented to you in this post is PROOF POSITIVE that SamCait Extreme Shippers DID mess with Cait’s Wikipedia page, did delete her ACTUAL, REAL fiance Tony McGill’s name off her OFFICIAL AND PUBLIC Wikipedia page that millions of people view, did change her fiance to Sam Heughan or to “mystery” person, did so continuously, AND BRAGGED about it, as if it were something to be applauded. This isn’t a game, this is people’s lives and careers. REAL fans don’t do crap like that, immature, petulant, spiteful non-fans do that. Extreme Shippers, once again SHOWING the fandom that they are CAPABLE OF ANYTHING...and that, my friends, is very scary for Cait, for Tony, for Sam, for Mackenzie, for ALL of us.

#ExtremeShippers #CapableOfAnything #Cait'sWikiVandalized #caitrionabalfe #tonymcgill #samheughan #bestestfansnever

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liv-hobman-bct · 8 years ago

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2nd June 2017

Straight after my last blog post, I spent the entire day and night working on my processing sketch. Here’s a reminder of my to do list from Wednesday morning:

Use the Boolean insideShape to change individual building colours, instead of changing all the buildings to one colour

Detect and use individual mouse over, ie when mouse is detected over building1, building1 is revealed, not all buildings

Get the shapes to stay their own colour once mouse overed once

Generate buildings with larger y values first for city effect

Show faces with simple shading

Firstly, to change one colour at a time and detect individual mouse over. I renamed the insideShape variable mousedOver to better describe the process which I intended to create- the shape has been revealed, past tense not currently inside shape. All of my variables were haphazardly initialised and assigned at the same time in the render function in my Building object tab, so I first moved all the initialisation to the beginning, then assigned the values later. I left my boolean variables’ initialisation in the render function as they needed to be local for the assigning to work. I then realised that I was very stupid, and my block for drawing the lines was placed BEFORE the detection code. This meant that the lines were being drawn, then the detection would happen and change the colours of all of them. I moved the block down below the detection code, and voila, the shapes now changed colour individually! So that takes care of 3/5 of my to do list already!

I then decided to clean up a bit. Jacques had suggested a few weeks ago that I could use PVectors instead of storing the x and y coordinates for each vertex separately. PVectors are basically variables which store 2 or 3 different coordinates, x, y and optional z. ½ the variables? Yes please!

I optimised the main tab of the program by turning the individual building initialisation and render calls to an incremental loop, calling the functions until there are as many buildings drawn as specified in the array initialisation.

Now to the 4th task on my list- making the buildings look like buildings in the literal sense. For this, the buildings have to look like they take up actual space and are 3D- ordered from bottom to top- the ones that look closer appear on top so they seem nearer.

Before this step, I wrote a loop and a function which weeded out any collisions. The colliding function checks to see if the A point is above the two furthest base lines, and if the H point is below the two closest base lines. It loops through these 4 if statements and returns colliding=false if any of the 4 statements are true.

In the setup function, I have a for loop which creates a new building until the count equals the array specification. However, for each iteration of the loop, there is a while loop which only lets a building be created if it will not collide with any of the previously created buildings. Note: this is only the base of the building that is checked- from the front view, buildings may be partly hidden by others, but they cannot take up the same physical space as others.

Now for the complicated bit. Sorting algorithms have always intrigued me, probably because I love things to be sorted. Here is a wonderful TED-Ed video which translates the idea of sorting algorithms into English for the less programming saavy. I didn’t have the time or the experience to make my sorting more efficient as I’d never tried to write my own sorting algorithm before, and my sketch doesn’t need to be very efficient as it only deals with around 300 objects at a time. So I did what came naturally to me- take one building and compare it to all the rest.

To sort the buildings to make them look 3D, I had to draw the buildings with the lowest origin Y value first so the physically lower ones would be layered on top. My code starts by assigning 0 to a variable called smallest. This means that the 0 position in the unsorted array becomes the smallest. Then, the next position is compared to the smallest, if it is smaller than the smallest, it becomes the smallest. The sketch loops through this until the absolute smallest is found. This value is then assigned to the next position in the sorted array, and that position is changed to null in the unsorted array so it is not sorted again. Once the sortedBuildings array is fully populated, the sorted list is returned. The sketch then draws the buildings in this order.

After this mind-bending set of loops was successful, I was exhausted but happy with where I was. It still doesn’t sort it correctly 100% of the time, as I can’t seem to work out the right relationship to fix the floaty buildings. Apparently, just sorting by a.y value doesn’t give the desired effect every time. This wasn’t something that I anticipated, and I don’t entirely mind the overlapping buildings which sometimes occur, soooo…. It’s a feature not a bug.

The next day we had a processing class, in which I showed my updated project to Jenna and Jacques, who both had helpful ideas about where to go next. I was working on my last to do item- colouring the faces. So the fill option only seems to work on what is below it, I couldn’t find a way to change “shape 1 fill” like I could in css. Very frustrating to say the least, I filled up 2 pages of my notebook with angry scrawls on how I would achieve a different shade of the same random colour for the faces. I had all but decided on making 6 new variables to hold the h, s, b values and the colour for each face when Jacques suggested I move the code for drawing the lines and faces INSIDE the mouse detection if loop. Genius. One curly bracket move was all it took. This means that instead of using the detection to change a variable which changes the stroke and fill from noStroke() and noFill() to stroke(strokeColor) and some variation of fill(strokeColor), the shapes are only drawn once they are detected. This way, they can start off any colour I like.

Jenna suggested that my sketch looked like fullscreen material- something you’d want as a screen saver or a desktop background, so I looked into the full screen capabilities of processing. Instead of using size(); in setup, you can use fullScreen()Nifty! I then altered the building generation so it drew a number of shapes equivalent to the screen size- (width+height)/10. This created a new problem, as now the program lagged. It might have something to do with my terribly inefficient sorting system, or the fact that there is no upper limit specified for the number of buildings. Either way it was something new to fix. Jacques helped me out by suggesting the use of P2D in the fullScreen instruction, which makes use of the graphics card I believe. This makes the sketch much smoother, but it takes a few seconds for it to start up. He also suggested that for this start up time, I could add a loading screen so the user doesn’t get confused when the sketch hasn’t loaded.

One of the final aspects I added on Thursday was a reset function. Possibly the easiest thing in the world- mousePressed calls setup(). I might take this further and feature a drag to draw/ right click drag to delete, keypress to reset. Since the deadline has been changed I now have far more time than I had envisioned to take this further. I also need to fix up my comments at some point- a prospect almost as daunting as sorting :/

Since yesterday, all I’ve been doing is playing around with different opacities for the faces- basically seeing what is pretty. And boy, it’s pretty!

(You’re welcome for the free desktop background (the shipping is also free)).

I’m pretty happy with it thus far but there’s always tiny improvements I can make. Luckily I’m more than happy to make them :)

#comp570

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