#sorry for the essay anon I just had a lot of feelings about this
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i think that you are mostly right about Sanji's fashion sense. However, I do think that one place where Sanji is particularly meticulous is in personal hygiene. One of the SBSes mentions that Sanji is the only man on the crew who showers on a daily basis, and I like to think that extends to just generally liking being clean. I think he probably likes to smell nice too and maybe uses cologne or perfume as well
Hmm true but I donāt necessarily think taking care of basic hygiene = being looks oriented in the way I see some people depict him as being.
I think you can shower everyday and even wear cologne without how you present yourself being a big aspect of your character. Thatās what I was mostly try to get at with my post.
I actually think the other guys are the odd ones out. I donāt think itās really that Sanji is meticulous about hygiene, and more so that the other guys have bad hygiene. Thatās the way I see it at least. Sanji may put more thought into his hygiene than the other dudes, but it may seem like a lot more when the bar is in hell.
I also think this has more to do with the fact that Sanji is arguably the most normal of the strawhats? Like before the WCI stuff is revealed, Sanji had somewhat of a stable upbringing??? He had a good father figure, a place to call home, and a community around him. Usopp, Luffy, and Zoro were all vagabond orphans so it makes sense that they would have low standards.
Also, I think this is another thing that goes back to Sanjiās identity as a chef, because when you work in a restaurant good hygiene is DRILLED into you. Especially at an upscale place like Baratie. Idk if you ever worked in a restaurant, but I know some people would get sent home if they smelled or looked unkempt.
I guess the reason why Iām elaborating on this is because Iām tired of Sanji being āwell groomedā constantly coming up in fics and dialog, when itās not reeeeeally a relevant point in canon. You could argue the same for the color walks, since itās bonus content you wonāt see if you donāt read the manga or seek it out, but since itās a reoccurring pattern in the way Oda draws Sanji āoff the clockā, I find them to be relevant.
I just find Sanji calling Zoro dirty, smelly, brutish, and an āanimalā kind of grating, especially over a detail that was mentioned in an SBS. I donāt think Iāve ever seen Sanji target Zoroās hygiene in canon, and itās just starting to bother me how often zoro gets called an unbathed animal. Mostly bc I donāt think Sanji would care that much? I think heād find it gross but I donāt think heād clutch his pearls over it. He lived with dozens of rugged men for a good portion of his life, I think he knows a lot of dudes from Baratie who didnāt wash between their ass cheeks (especially since itās mentioned that baratie had high turn over lmao)
That was a lot of typing, especially since I mostly agree with the premise of your ask, I just donāt know if I would say that Sanji being hygienic is really that important beyond being a funny detail that heās probably the only guy on the crew who was taught to shower regularly lol.
#ask box#sorry for the essay anon I just had a lot of feelings about this#one piece#vinsmoke sanji#black leg sanji
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wow, you're so fucked.
stiles is standing next to you, a sweaty beacon of pride as he chats with scott and isaac excitedly, his lacrosse uniform still on and not making things any easier for you.
he had just played a game and won. something unusual for him, clear in the way he seems to glow a bit at the attention he's receiving. you can admit that he did better than his regular performances, which often included him sitting idly by on the bench. but you really don't need to deal with this. rambling, hyper focused stiles is one thing.
sweaty, cocky stiles is another.
he laughs at something danny says-oh, danny's here? you didn't even notice him approach, too distracted with the way stiles' hair sticks to his forehead. anyway, his laugh might make you swoon. jesus, are you ovulating? there's a wet patch forming in your panties and you know it. whore.
"oh, yes! we will so be there!" stiles slings an arm over your shoulder and grins at danny. you can smell his sweat, now, and unfortunately stiles' musk only makes you want to ride his dick even more.
"be where?" you blink, turning a curious gaze on stiles, who looks at you all confused and cute and his lips are so pink and his skin glistens with sweat and i bet the rest of him does, too-
"are you okay?" he hums, squeezing you against his side just slightly. you nod and turn to danny to avoid moaning at the sight of stiles' adams apple.
"sorry, i was zoned out."
danny looks like he's disappointed in you. because of-fucking-course danny mÄhealani can tell that you're this close to giving stiles a blowjob in front of the entire student body. just because he's sweaty and excited and prideful. you glare at danny, just to shut him up.
he talks anyway.
"some of us were gonna go grab food to celebrate, and i was just inviting you guys. unless you'll be... busy." danny drawls his last words with clear implication, but stiles is too busy being excited that he got invited to something by the "in" crowd to notice.
"and i told him we were going." stiles grins down at you, raising his eyebrows in anticipation. you avoid his eyes, tilting your head.
"i dunno..." you pick at your nails, and stiles is quick to stop you. a habit you both have and you're both trying to quit. "it's kinda late, and we have that essay-"
"oh, come on, don't tell me you're passing this up for homework." stiles tosses his head back dramatically and you hear danny snicker. you know if you look at danny again, you'll want to throttle him. but looking at stiles means looking at his moles and freckles, his jawline, his brow.
you swallow thickly.
"yeah, okay, shut up. i was gonna say yes." you fold so quick that stiles actually steps back from you in shock, and you avoid grabbing him by the jersey to keep his scent all over you.
danny smirks at you, nodding once. "see you guys there. try not to fog up the windows on the way."
stiles waves as danny leaves, and you're pretty confident he didn't even hear that last part because of how focused he is on being overdramatic about you saying yes to him so easily. his eyes are wide and his mouth is open when you turn to look at him, and he let's out a squeaky surprised noise.
"what-you always argue about this stuff! did you have some moment of discovery?!" he grabs both your shoulders and you fight a smile, shrugging him off. you can't just tell the boy, 'oh, it's a whole lot harder to say no to you when all i can think about is how far i would go to get you in my pants.'
right?
you settle for an easy half-truth. "just didn't wanna dampen your good mood. you're practically bouncing off the bleachers right now."
when you look back at stiles, he has that stupid crooked smile cocked all smartly at you. feeling bold, he gives your hip a light squeeze and hums, "atta girl."
yeah, you are so incredibly fucked.
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this is my most popular from the vault!! it's also one of the first things i published here. stay tuned for more vault releases and an upcoming thomas fic :D
this anon made me giggle so here's a snippet of pt. 2 (its a joke dont get your hopes up)
#stiles stilinski x reader#stiles stilinski x you#stiles stilinski fanfiction#stiles stilinski smut#stiles stilinski fluff#stiles stilinksi x reader#stiles stilinksi fanfiction#stiles stilinksi imagine#stiles stilinksi smut#stiles stilinski imagine#stiles stilinski#dylan o'brien imagine#dylan o'brien x reader#teen wolf x reader#dylan o'brian x reader
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Iām sending this anonymously but this is NOT anon hate
You are such a good person, i think. Your latest post(as of 4:10pm Arizona, US time) spoke to me really hard. My father is a cop, in the united states, arizona, duh. And he used to be such a good person, he was a security guard and a damn good one too, and later in he became a prison guard because it paid better, and then he joined the police force.
Iād like to think that hes one of the good ones, and for the most part he is. A lot of my delinquent friends over the years whoāve had run-ins with him say that he gets them breaks, he takes care of them, hes a good cop. Iāve even seen body camera footage of him in the field and iām proud to say that hes my dad. He calls out bad actors where he sees them, and he gets punished for it. He doesnt see the system or how his punishments are by design. And he continues turning in his cog, begrudgingly, and slightly out of time, but he thinks hes making a difference
Sorry for the ramble and essay, i just wanted to say that i really like your blog and i think you are a very nice human being. Thank you for sharing your perspective.
P.s. iām totally basing an oc off of your outlook on security. You strike me as more of a superhero than a security guard.
-š¦ anon
Oh, thatās a super flattering take and a valuable perspective- so thank you! But Iām a gullible dumbass, and not even an incredibly smart or fit one- I just want people to be happy and safe. Thatās all. And I donāt want to BE a cop, Iāve NEVER wanted to be a cop, but every time the request comes around I feel like Iām wearing down.
I keep wondering if I could help MORE in a position like that.
Probably like your dad did.
Here, people know theyāre safe with me because I shut down the gunhappy jerks, but I donāt know how long it would take to truly make a difference in public security, or how many of my morals Iād have to compromise to get to that point
I feel objectively like a system so archaic and flawed canāt be changed from the inside, but another part of me says that you donāt need to change an entire system to make a difference where it counts
I believe that so many bad situations and life-changing moments can be diverted or changed by a single person in the right place at the right time- and I figure, if I trust myself to do the right thing and BE the right person, shouldnāt I do my best to put myself in those places?
But good intentions, roads to hell, you know? I donāt WANT to be a cop. But I want to be able to DO SOMETHING about the thinks I dislike seeing in conflicts. SOMEONE has to be willing to do that, right?
Iām not religious, you know? But the devil can be very convincing
#I donāt trust cops#Iāve met bad cops#but a lot of bad things have been done by people in systems of power willing to go against orders#And boy howdy am I good at going against orders#And I like people#I genuinely like people#The hero thing is very kind of you#But mostly I just like feeling like I can make things better#We all need to believe that we can make things better#idk#Iāve met shit cops#But ive also met shit guards#And here I am as a guard#stealing their place#so as long as Iām here#they canāt be#I outrank the bastards now#So they have no power#Is that a healthy five year plan#or do I need to talk to my therapist some more#Fuck my life Iām tired#Do you think your dad was a good person anon?#Do you think he made the world better?#Teablart#tagging for later
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Saw your tags on that binder post and I thought Iād share that my first introduction to chest binding was actually through the lolita community! A lot of big name japanese brands are not exactly size inclusive and did NOT cater to anyone with more than an A cup, so I did see quite a lot of safe binding advice and methods on blogs and forums back in the day before more inclusive brands became available, ranging from sports bra to actual proper binders. Iām probably not the only example of the ābinding to fit into an angelic pretty dressā to ābinding to fit into an angelic pretty dress and gender reasons)ā pipeline, but plenty of other lolitas I know are still cis women who just do it on occasion or for specific pieces that arenāt very forgiving on the tits! I doubt that a single niche fashion subculture is the reason for those binders being marketed towards cis women so heavily, but I thought this was a funny anecdote :)
Fascinating!
patricia taxxon shit really fucking hurts. i dont want to be effected by a random internet microcelebrity not liking transdudes, that happens often enough. but god her music and essays got me through really rough shit and it really hurts to see someone i looked up to for well written essays and work fall back on the bullshit arguments used to deny my lived experiences. it really really fucking hurts, especially with how it feels barely anyone will talk about or call it out. i thought trfs were something id have to look hard for, and seeing their rhetoric creep into the fucking music i listen to and tumblrs i follow really truly scares me
I'm sorry, anon. I love you a lot. <3
āYou shouldnāt break up the trans community into groups!ā The TRFs literally came up with a way to break up the community via TMA/TME. They are actively distancing themselves from the community by baking fearmongering into their ideology. God forbid we create a term about sticking together against a group within the community thatās inherently dividing?
lmao literally
Just had my first time getting sexually harassed by a woman as a percieved cis man and commiserating afterwards with a cis man about how we're all just supposed to be cool with being treated like that. It's a weird experience and somehow going through the same things mostly from women as a girl then nonbinary then a trans guy it feels the same but the flavors change. I know the discourse is literally nothing but it makes me feel like my feelings shouldn't matter because of the male privilege. And I even did my civic duty and took the brunt of it away from the other trans man who was getting it worse because of his percieved feminine traits which people also like to pretend doesn't happen. All of it is just stupid.
It's fine, she was a woman and you're a man so that was praxis sexual harassment.
honestly i think a better predictor of how much autonomy a child is able to have over their presentation is probably whether the child is disabled moreso than agab, like i not only wasn't allowed to have my hair too short, i also wasn't allowed to have it too long for a chunk of my childhood because it took me awhile to understand how to brush my hair (because i was afraid to because i am hypersensitive to touch and my mother would always brush my hair in a way that hurt so much i would cry), and my mother would bitch and moan about how difficult i was about it (because she was hurting me and did not listen when i told her this) and so i wasn't allowed to have longer hair until i could brush it myself. ultimately the biggest factor is always the attitude of the parents though
God, so much of my shit with my mother was over my hair, it still really gets to me.
TRF is like the whole voting for face eating panthers. But itās like TERFs are the panthers and TRFs are a cheetah, like āIām a kind of cat too so they wonāt eat my face as long as I eat faces too right?ā WRONG they see you as prey, they wonāt spare you because they see a fellow cat, theyāll eat your face cuz youāre not a panther!
cis women will like me if I explain to them how I'm -taxonomically- a woman
itās insane to me that āitās bad to hate someone for an uncontrollable part of their identity no matter who they areā is a controversial take now
we've regressed
when people say āum ackshually i can say i want all men to die and if you tell me āmen see these things and go far right because they think itās trueā then you are blaming women for menās bad behaviourā i just immediately assume that this person is stupid as fuck like. if a teenage boy goes online to see what feminism is about and is bombarded with ākill all menā āall men are rapistsā etc then OBVIOUSLY heās not gonna want to be feminist. it is really not that fucking hard to understand. people donāt wanna be in spaces that are cruel to them for an aspect of their identity that they cannot control itās not āblaming women for misogynistic menā to say that. itās just fucking true. people are so stupid it actually pains me
unfortunately radfem juice is addictive
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Have you seen the discussion around wonbin's short height? Can you think of a way to make his short height sexy and dark? Maybe his short stature gives the illusion that he's weak or a pushover but in fact his aura is huge and intimidating? idk i trust your ideas are better teehee



Summary: You wanted to try something new, and your sweet classmate was the perfect option, but what happens when the kind little boy feels insulted when you call him a virgin? Of course he makes you say you're sorry.
WC: 5.7K
TW and tags: nerd!dom!Wonbin x sub!plus size!reader (I feel sheās something more but I have no idea what to call her), hard dom!Wonbin, spitting, hair pulling, use of names (slut, whore), extreme dubcon, a part of noncon, teasing, mocking, overstimulation, use of sex toys, use of the term virgin as an insult, spanking, masturbation, lots of filthy stuff.
Comment: Sorry for taking so long, I canāt write short stuff, Iām trying, but I end up writing these long ass stories because even if my english vocabulary is lacking, the filthiness of my mind not lol. This is dark, if you donāt like this kind of content please just scroll. Also, the hair pulling scene was inspired from @///403tarot and his reading for Wonbin, i just can't stop thinking about it, thank you lord. (edit: I hope you like it anon, sorry if it's not what you expected)
You had a type, you weren't exactly sure if it was because you liked how they looked or how they made you feel, but all the boys you dated were almost identical, from the height to the roughness of their hands, the callouses they had from training were always on the same spots and they even acted the same way, because they always cheated on you.
You didn't know why, but those fit guys always looked your way, as if conquering you was the next step in their bulking plan, and you accepted because you loved to feel small by their side, it was pretty difficult to find boys that made you feel like that, protected and tender, because you were a big girl, and also you didn't have much option since most boys around preferred skinny girls, so you didn't have much experience meeting other kind of boys that caught your attention.
"Maybe you should try something different, you never know, it doesn't have to be a lanky guy, but maybe you could start with younger boys, I've heard they're fun too" your friend said, and you nodded, if you wanted something different you had to break the pattern, but with who?
You looked at your options around, there were a few cute guys in your classes, and even if you were big, you wouldn't accept just anyone, you had to like them, so maybe Anton from philosophy could be a good option, he was younger than you, or Eunseok from social studies, he was your age, but lanky as hell, Sungchan from history?, he was kind of a gym bro too, but not like your exes, and he was more sweet than normal, maybe that could work.
You were thinking about it when Wonbin sat next to you and pulled a folder out of his backpack "I know we had until the weekend to send the essay but I've been free these days and I already finished it, I did your part so you didn't have to, but I brought it in case you wanted to change something" he shyly moved the folder your way, giving you a soft smile.
Sweet Wonbin, with his squared glasses and his ugly ass flannels, he always knew what to do to make you happy, maybe he could be a good option, he was different from your usual type, short and skinnier than normal, and pretty instead of handsome, he'd have never caught your attention before, but he was nice, so you could at least do him a little favor and let him touch a real girl, because even if it sounded bad, you were sure he had never done it before, you just had to see the way his eyes avoided yours when you talked, or the anime girl he had on his phone background.
"Wonbin you're the best!" You said, making him smile more, "I was about to talk to you actually, my computer's been acting weird these days and I was wondering if you could come to my house and check it, I heard you fixed Shotaro's laptop not long ago" You asked, touching his arm and looking at him with your doe eyes. Your computer was fine, but you wanted to be alone with him, and you knew he'd do anything for you.
Just like you expected, he nodded eagerly, telling you he was free whenever you needed him.
And like that, the next day you had him in your room, both of you in front of your computer sitting shoulder to shoulder, he telling you something about you not needing to invest in some antivirus because he could install you one for free, and you nodding to everything he said, watching his slender fingers write stuff you didn't understand on the keyboard.
He had finished quick, not finding anything out of normal, telling you to call him in case your computer acted weird again, so he could immediately see what was wrong.
You thanked him and offered him a cup of tea before he left, sitting next to him on the little table on the floor next to your bed. You decided to make some conversation while he finished his tea, "thank you so much Wonbin, my boyfriend, well, ex-boyfriend, was the one who checked my computer, you have no idea how much I appreciate your help" you said.
He nodded, "it's nothing, don't worry" he murmured. You didn't know how to approach the idea of you two having a date, so you waited for him to talk, but he didn't.
You were like that for an uncomfortable minute, so you started to ramble about school stuff while he continued drinking his tea, at least he seemed more at ease after he laughed to something you said. You were about to show him some papers you had in one of your drawers, crawling to your desk since it was just next you, but when you went back to where you were sitting you saw him stiff, with his backpack covering his lap.
You didn't have to be a genius to know what he was hiding, you just didn't expect it to happen so fast, you had showed him a flash of the back of your thighs, and he was already like that, you expected him to be a virgin, but to that point? it was even kind of laughable.
He was looking down to his cup, fingers playing with the handle, not daring to directly look at you, a bit too shy for you, but you saw the opportunity and took it, "everything okay?" you asked him. You were on your knees, chest close to him, and your hand brushed his arm to make him look at your direction.
The air got hotter and you saw him gulp, this was new, kind of exciting, to see a boy be like that, you were too used to the brute kind of man that would have already pushed you to the floor to take you and seeing him so nervous was kind of fun too.
Your eyelids fluttered, almost closing, and your mouth approached him, he looked at you, waiting, and didn't move when you kissed him, it was more a fast peck on the lips, pulling away as fast as you gave it to him, just a little teasing for him to make the next move.
You held your breath, the tip of your nose touching his and expecting a kiss back, but he only talked, "I... I shouldn't, I have a partner".
"What?" You said shocked with his answer, immediately moving back and away from his face, you just couldn't believe it, you were there, offering yourself to that boy, and he already had a girlfriend? Since when? You had never seen him maintain a conversation with another girl who wasn't you, and if you were honest, luckily you had seen him with two or three friends. Still, you felt bad for talking with that tone to him, as if it was unbelievable that someone liked him, "No, I'm sorry, that sounded really bad, I didn't mean too, I just... I didn't expect you to have a girlfriend."
"Why would you say that?" He said, frowning his eyebrows to your shock.
"Oh, it's just... I don't know, I thought since you always go around alone and you're an..." You didn't finish your sentence, you just looked at him, not knowing how to fix your mistake.
"Wow, so you think no one could like me because of the things I like? You're fat and everyone thinks you're a slut, but I don't say those things to you" he spat back.
You stood up, he was in your house, insulting you, when you only wanted to get closer to him? "What the fuck? Wonbin, that's too much", he could reject you, but not like that. "Get the fuck out of my house" you told him, opening your door for him to leave your room. He stood up too, walking to you, and he was about to do it, to end that interaction and leave your house, until you talked again, "that's what I get for trying to help a fucking virgin."
The room got tense, you crossed your arms, waiting for him to leave, and he was glaring at you, still, as if he had any right to be mad with you.
His gaze made you uncomfortable after a long minute, he was watching you with a serious face you had never seen before, and the air was heavy, like taunting you, but you maintained the eye contact, not letting win.
"Apologize" he demanded, making you snicker, who the hell he thought he was?
"Or what? Virgin" you answered, tired of his little mind game.
His eyes didn't flicker, unmoved with your behavior, tired of your bullshit, he talked again. "Sit" he said, looking extremely pissed off, and you don't know why, but when you saw how his eyes got darker and his whole demeanor changed, you felt he was going to do something, and it kind of intimidated you, but it also made you curious, so you took your old spot without question.
He was coldly staring at you from where he was, then, he walked in front of you, standing while you sat there on your knees and looked up to him, not knowing why, but expecting him to talk or do something. "Do you think everyone is as easy as you? You should respect you and others more, no one likes a dumb slut."
You scoffed, not believing his words. "At least I get laid" you talked back with a grin on your face.
He showed you the same grin and grabbed your chin, making you look at him in the eyes, "do you really not know what they say about you? Everyone knows you're just a hole waiting for some dick to fill her, they all talk about it, how you're fucking disgusting, a fat bitch waiting for someone to look her way so she can get fucked, they say your pussy is so used you're not even fun to fuck anymore."
The way he said that sent a shiver through your back, hurting you and the little dignity you had, making your eyes get slightly wet, but you blinked and made those tears go back.
"Then why are you still here?" You spat, resentful with him, he wasn't the sweet boy you thought he was, and he was starting to agitate you.
"You need to see that not everything goes your way, and that you can't go around behaving like a dumb whore, it's not cute at all, but don't worry, after I finish with you, you'll be a good girl again, like when we met, before those jerks filled your brain with their stupidity" he said that so sure of himself, full of disdain, his shoulders suddenly appeared bigger and you felt small down there.
"What are you going to do, fuck me? Don't you think that's silly considering I brought you here for that?" He shook his head to your question.
"Believe me, what I'm going to do to you will make you wish you hadn't brought me here" You wanted to ask what he meant with that, but he had started to unfasten his belt, being clear on what he was about to do. "From now on, you can only talk if I ask you something, apart from that I want you to do what I tell you and shut up."
"What the-" you couldn't finish your sentence, his hand had been too fast for you to pay attention to it, and had slapped your face so loud the sound of it echoed in the room, leaving you shaken on your knees, and just how he wanted, silent.
"I've been clear, I hate stupid questions, you're a big girl and you should understand what I say when I say it" you hated him, you hated how he was treating you, you hated the tone of his voice, as if he had any authority over you, you hated him so much, or at least that's what you thought, you couldn't understand why suddenly there was a fire starting on your lower abdomen, and why your pussy was hurting so much you had to clench your thighs right there in front of him, "never forget it, I don't like to repeat myself"
You didn't move, not even a nod, he didn't ask you anything, so you stayed there in silence, on your place, making him smile in result, pleased with you.
"Now be good and come here", he had sat on the border of your bed and patted his lap, you saw the belt on his hand and your eyes got wet again, afraid of what he was about to do to you. Seconds went by and you didn't move, which made his face get a little red. He closed his eyes and sighed, annoyed with you, "you want me to get angry?"
You denied with your head, eyes big and frightened. You stood up immediately, in front of him, you were about to sit on his lap when he stopped you.
"Face down, ass up"
It couldn't be possible, was he about to spank you? What were you, a fucking kid?
You wanted to protest, feeling incredibly insulted, but with just a glance from him he made you do it, you lied over him, feet dangling in the air, ass in front of him over the expansion of his thighs, and your face down, hiding from him. Ashamed, you couldn't stop the little tears from falling down your cheeks.
His hand lifted the little fabric of your skirt and showed most of your skin, little of it covered only by the thin panties you were wearing, "What do you say, should we start with five? And I want you to count them out loud" you gulped, you had never been spanked before, even less with a belt, you had no idea how painful it would be and that made you feel anxious, your ass hadn't even been touched and you already felt your skin tingling and your pussy leak.
His hand grabbed your hair and he made you lift your face. Your cheeks were damp from your tears and your eyes found his, an exasperated look all over his face, glasses falling down his nose and tongue pushing the inside of his cheek, "do you want me to hurt you? Why aren't you answering?"
"No, I'm sorry" you answered, eyes shaking from his tone.
"Then talk, use your words, I told you to start with five, but now they'll be ten" his grip was hurting your scalp, and you wanted to cry because of how unfair he was being, but you didn't want to make him even more angry, so you accepted it.
"Yes, I'll count, I promise" you said how you could, your voice breaking in your throat.
He let your hair go and you sighed, relieved, but that didn't last long, his hand pried inside your panties, molding your ass with his hand, and then he cupped your pussy, so wet you could feel little drops falling out of you, "fuck, look at this slut, already dripping when I haven't even touched you", he pulled your panties down your thighs and you felt the air touch your naked cunt.
He caressed your skin, appreciating the size of your ass and its form, so round it invited his hand to grope it. He liked it, he always thought about doing it when you were in class, when you walked to the front to talk to the professor or to some of your friends, he stayed on his seat, watching it move from side to side with every step, teasing a place inside his mind he had never paid attention to, because he didn't know how much he could like a curvy girl until he met you, with your tight blouses showing the size of your chest, or your skirts that sometimes showed more than what was considered appropriate, but he always admired you from afar, everyone knew you had a type, those assholes addicted to the gym, and they always flew around you, not leaving anyone else an opportunity to approach you.
He actually liked that you invited him, but he knew you didn't like him, he saw it in your eyes, for you he was just something new and funny to play once, and he didn't want to be just a fuck, he wanted to be something else, when you met you were the sweetest girl he ever saw, sharing your notes with him and including him in work groups, but you changed, and you started to look at him the same way the others did, so you judging him was enough to push the little restraint he had, because no one, especially you, the campus whore, was going to insult him like that.
You were getting used to the felling of his hand touching your skin, even enjoying it, when you felt the first whip, "One!" You screamed almost like a reflex. You hadn't noticed when he grabbed his belt, but the sting of it over your bottom made you dizzy and your lungs couldn't accept the air you tried to breath for a long second, feeling a burning pain.
"Good, continue like that, don't get distracted" he adverted. You nodded how you could, arms and legs shaking from the impact.
"Two!" If you thought the first hurt, the second was even worse, the hot sensation had moved through your skin, burning more of it, almost until your thighs, nerves sending little shocks all around.
You felt the leather accessory brush your back and slowly go down to your ass, finding at some point your pussy lips, he didn't put any pressure over it, but your body moved on its own and lifted your hips, trying to make more contact against the belt.
"Needy whore" he called you, making your pussy throb and you whine.
He continued like that, spanking, teasing, and caressing. You felt your skin irritated, almost brazing, as if your live flesh was already there after all the hits, you were just in the seventh spank when you had cried loud enough for your voice to echo through the whole house, but no one was there, and even if you prayed, no one would be able to help you.
"Eight!" Your voice was loud and clear, tears uncontrollably falling down your cheeks and pussy clenching around nothing, his pants surely had a big wet spot after your pussy dripped all over them and you tried to find any way of pain appeasement rutting to his thigh.
You could feel his boner touch the side of your hip and you didn't need to see it to know it was big, and that, if he didn't fuck you after all those punches, you would suffer even more than with his spanks, because your pussy was so painfully untouched you would go crazy in any second.
Without noticing, you were already in the tenth hit, but before he did it, he opened your folds with his fingers, to see your poor cunt, it was so wet it was shining down then lights of your room, and the second he opened them a line of your wetness started to visibly drop down his thigh.
"Another rule, you can't cum if I don't give you permission" he said, middle finger tracing up and down your slit, poking your hole and then ignoring it to go to your clit and press it.
Your thighs were shaking, you wanted his finger to enter your cunt, you needed it, you wanted to beg but you were afraid of how he'd react, so you didn't, only nodding to him and his order.
The last spank arrived and you screamed the number full of pain, exhausted and somehow elated at the same time, it's over, you thought gladly.
But your body didn't think the same, with that last stroke your pussy had leaked and made a mess over his pants, and he angrily grabbed you by the hair to look at him in the eyes "I told you that you couldn't cum, stupid bitch" he spat, lips moving with fury.
"I didn't-I didn't, I swear" you cried, your hands were over your bed, trying to maintain you in the position he had pulled you to not be as painful as the first time.
"Shut up, now you're talking back? On all your fours" you crawled out of his lap, still wearing your stretched out panties mid thighs and heavily breathing.
You didn't dare to look at him, only hearing him move behind you, situating behind you and opening your ass cheeks with both palms, spitting over your little hole and making you jolt.
You trembled, what if he wanted to fuck your ass? You had never been fucked there, and just the thought made you gulp the saliva accumulating inside your mouth.
Did you want it or not? You didn't know.
"If you weren't such a slut I would've fuck you good long ago, but I thought you only liked steroid dicks, what made you change your mind?" He asked, thumb incredibly close to your little unused hole "have you ever been fucked in the ass?"
"I don't like them, they like me" you said, sound muffled by your pillow "and no, never."
He pressed his thumb, satisfied with your answer, pushing it inside your ass, making your pussy clench of need.
You moaned, no one had played with that place before, and your slick had lubricated you enough, making his touch feel even better, a weird but good sensation.
"Such a pretty hole, sadly you won't get fucked today" he slapped his length against your ass cheek, and you moaned again, you didn't know when he had taken out his dick, but it had you squirming, it felt big, and you were sure it'd hurt if he fucked you.
Your toes curled, it was so wrong, you shouldn't want him, you thought about asking him to stop, you couldn't let him use you, he was unpredictable, you would've never imagined the strength and authority he had, it was so different from his usual self, the Wonbin he had shown to the world wasn't this one at all, where was the lame otaku you shared classes with? You approached him because you thought he'd be soft and even weak, listening to anything you wanted, you just wanted some fun and to try something different, and this was different, but not the way you expected.
"What are you thinking about? I told you to not get distracted" he asked after some time, his hands kept moving around your curves, but when you stopped whining, he knew something else was in your head.
"Can-Can we stop? I'm sorry for what I said, happy?" you spoke, wanting to stop and rest, your ass cheeks were stinging, and you had no idea what was going through his head, which honestly made you fear of his next action, because if he wasn't going to fuck you, what was he going to do?
His hands stopped and you felt his weight fall behind you, eyes all over you, but you continued there, ass up, thighs closed and face against your pillow, waiting for him to talk.
"Okay" you couldn't believe it, you were free, you sighed, relieved for it to end. You stood up, arms and legs shaking, your underwear that was mid thighs fell down and you didn't care, you kick it out of your feet and pulled down your skirt, you were still dressed, so that was good enough for you, you didn't have time to pay attention to how dirty you were, slick dripping out of you with every movement, you just wanted to get out of your room as soon as possible, to hide in your bathroom and wait for him to leave with the protection of being alone in a secluded room, away from him.
You were about to give your first step when you felt a grip on your hair pulling you back with force to the bed, making your body fall on your back and yelp of surprise.
Your body bounced over the mattress, and you saw him laugh loudly, that same laugh you had seen many times before when you joked around him, but this time directed to you, "did you really believe me? You can fuck yourself with your fake ass apology, it only makes me think that I should really fuck the stupidity out of your head before you get worse".
You gasped for air, your chest was heavily trying to breathe again, and your heart was beating fast, full of fear.
"Now, be good and tell me where you have your vibrator, and don't you dare lie to me, dating all those one pump chump, I'm sure you haven't had a proper orgasm unless you played with yourself" even without his warning you wouldn't have lied to him, you knew better than that. You pointed the second drawer on your bedstand, making him grin.
It was magic wand, a powerful vibrator that you received as a gift from your friends, a friendly joke within the group, but you hadn't used it that much, too afraid of its intensity.
He didn't waste any time, he turned it on and the buzzing sound made you close your eyes, turning the front of your body down and grabbing your pillow for comfort, you knew he was a about to ruin you, and that there was no way of scaping him.
He came back to you and smacked your ass, your ass was red and irritated from his first punishment, and it hurt you like hell, making you scream loudly over your pillow, which muffled it as much as it could.
Still, he laughed again, and grabbing your hips he made you go back to your past position, on all fours with your face down, embarrassed from being like that in front of him.
You heard the buzz get closer to you and when it finally touched your clit you cried, you were sensitive after all the teasing and just a brush of it was enough to make your whole body jolt.
He was mocking you at first, pressing and pulling away in seconds, again and again, making you whimper from desperation.
"Don't forget, you can't cum until I allow you" his hand hit you again and you sobbed.
"Yes" you answered loud.
His hand touched your spine, making your back arch even more, pussy trying to find your touch.
He didn't wait anymore, he pressed the head of the toy against your whole cunt, making you moan loudly and hug tighter your pillow, your hips moving back and forth.
"Fuck that feels good" his dick was also against the vibrator, pushing the toy even more to you with his hips bucking, as if he was fucking you when he was feeling the same vibrations as you, a bit less intense, but still good against him.
It drove you crazy, it was insane how good you were feeling, and he wasn't even fucking your insides, you had no idea masturbation could be that intense, and with him, your face was flushed, your forehead sweaty, your hair was a mess, and you were leaking so much of your juices it was almost like you were cumming.
"Shit" your hips were frantically moving against him, ass jiggling and the perfect image of you fucking yourself, you crying of pleasure without stop, making his hand tighten his grasp on your waist, feeling the extra skin of your tummy with his fingers.
"Are you about to cum?" He asked, you were buckling your hips too much against him, which was a sign of it.
"Yes! Yes!" You said, the orgasm was so close you saw little spots when you closed your eyes and you wanted him to let you cum, you needed to cum.
He had other plans for you, so he pulled away, not letting the toy touch you anymore.
"Why?" You howled, shamelessly shaking your ass for him to press it again, receiving another spank as a result.
"You don't ask, you obey, so shut up" he stated. You bite your lip, tears falling and clit throbbing, it was so close, so close and so unobtainable at the same time, it made you feel hopeless.
"Take your top off and look at me" you obeyed him without doubt, you took your top and your bra off and sat on your knees, looking at him and still biting your lip to not talk when you shouldn't.
You were both sitting in front of each other, but he was completely dressed, just his dick out of his pants and his belt thrown away in some place in your room, while you, on the other hand, only wore your skirt, which had the front and back of it drenched from all your juices.
You showed him your tits, waiting for him to touch you and make you cum, it was sick, it revolved your stomach, but you needed that orgasm like you had no idea, now having tasted it so close, how could you let it slip away?
"Pretty slut" he said, both hands going to each tit and playing with them, fingers pinching your nipples to then grope them, making little tears fall your eyes, and when he slapped one of them, you felt even a worst sting on your breast than on your ass, making a heartbroken cry scape your mouth.
He loved that sound so much he wanted to hear it again, you breaking down it would be impossible for you to ever forget who was the cause of all those sounds.
He moved closer, now up on his knees and looking down at you. He was short, but in that moment, you saw him fucking immense, making you feel insignificant compared to him.
His hand went to your hair, you expected him to hurt you, flinching, but he pet you instead, ruffling your hair and nodding to you, "cum", he said.
You didn't understand why he said that, but then you heard the buzz of the toy again, getting close to your clit, making you smile and open your legs as much as you could to receive it.
It felt so fucking good, his hand on your hair was now a grip but you didn't care, you couldn't feel anything else that wasn't the toy against you.
However, it was weird, a pain was growing inside you, making you try to squirm away after some time, "No-", you tried to stop him, that weird sensation was still in your abdomen, increasing with each second, a hot pressure that made your pussy clench and throb strongly.
"I didn't ask you, I want you to cum, so you'll cum" he said, pushing the little button to the maximum, the power was so strong you chocked with your own saliva and you coughed before you could talk again.
"Wait! Wait!" You repeated, his grip on your hair was still there, strong, and your face was red of tears falling down your cheeks. Your pussy was being so abused your body had started to convulse and your hips jolted with every vibration of the toy.
Was that a real orgasm? You didn't know it would be so aggressive, you didn't know how it would feel, but it was almost like dying, a sensation that completely terrified you.
He didn't move a single inch away, he was biting his lip and his face showed a grin from ear to ear.
A pitched sound came out of your throat, you were cumming so hard streams of your orgasm were dripping down his hand and onto the bedsheets, but he didn't stop, and the overstimulation was starting to be more and more painful. You tried to move your hips away, but he didn't let you, his hand with the toy would follow your body, not letting you scape at all.
"Are you sorry now?" He asked after he finally pulled away the toy from you, letting you breathe and regain some of your consciousness.
You nodded to his question, you were sorry, you didn't mean to bother him so much, you should've thought twice before talking, you really didn't know your punishment would be like that.
His hand impacted on your cheek again, you couldn't move your head and he took advantage of that to give you a strong slap, shaking your mind and making your eyes blurry, and then, when you cried and loudly said you were sorry, he tapped softly the same cheek he had slapped seconds ago, "I told you, you're a big girl and you should use your words if you didn't want to make me mad"
"I'm sorry, I'm really sorry, I was bad, forgive me, please" you begged, sobbing and deeply regretting having teased him.
"That's the apology I was waiting from you, well done" he let your hair finally free, sitting next to you and jerking his cock with your orgasm on his hand. You, about to crumble over the bed, legs hurting and mind too hazy to think properly, only watched him moving his hand over his length. "I think you learned your lesson today, but you need more training, don't you think so?"
You should be disgusted with him and how he acted, your whole body was in pain, and you saw dark dots all around you, your eyesight full of them and at the same time focused on his hand and what he was doing, and you were sure your pussy and your ass cheeks would be in pain for many days later because of how much he abused you, but you couldnāt bring yourself to reproach him.
You had learned may things that day, and you should appreciate that, how you shouldn't judge a book for its cover, how you shouldn't misbehave and talk back, and that you didn't like big guys because they made you feel small, you just liked to feel small.
He had done a question, so you, just like he taught you, answered it, "Yes, I still have much to learn".
#riize x plus size reader#riize x reader#riize smut#dark!riize#wonbin x reader#plus size reader#chubby reader#wonbin smut
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Hello me again, letās hope this time I donāt write a full in essay about my take. Tbh I think itās gonna take some time, I donāt personally know Jack idk how he is right now psychological talking, I can guess he is beyond frustrated and reflective about his career and what he couldāve done differently, basically he is gonna pass through the stages of grief bc no matter what he has had a loss, realistically speaking he has lost the chances of going to the playoff two times now, has lost the possibility of him finish a full in session so boy itās gonna go through all this 5 stages. And in this 5 stages his mental health can be affected, I donāt personally know him I donāt know how he confronts this types of situations but one thing I noticed is he is deeply loved by his brothers and parents his friends also, he has a good support system to fall in to. This is good specially when you are in a toxic relationships bc you have people to fall back with. Now he might reflect (this is part of the grief stage) what does he have to different to change his current situation. Based on the whole wag jacket saga on the playoffs and Jack not paying her the jacket when that boy has some real money to fall back and a jacket doesnāt make a dent on his money I would guess that things were starting to get rocky between them, and I kind of think that he has been keeping her bc:
1) he doesnāt have the psychological strength to go through a break up bc he was in mid season, he had a lot of pressure upon himself the four nations, trying to get a spot at playoffs, ah trying to get back on his grove after his surgery (it was noticed how he wasnāt as confident as he was before the surgery)
2 he feels like he owns her something.. bc good or bad she was there for him at his lowest (back when he had is injury and continue playing before the surgery) if I remember correctly your ex anon had have mention this. So he feels like he owns her something like a debt.
Now to ask the fundamental question anon ask
Is he going to change patterns and realized this girl only uses him for clout.. Iāll give it a 50/50 it all fall back on how hard he works his mental health, he has got a lot bad hits constantly he need to be remained that he is the Jack Hughes the first overall pick of 2019, but right now I feel he feels down. But based on his post (if he wrote it himself and not his pr team) bc his mom is big on pr , he wants to rebrand himself he wants to come back stronger, so Sammy is someone who gives me the impression likes things beneficial and right now she is not getting the benefits of being Jack Hughes girl, a wag.. so toxicity will shine through bc thatās just who she is..
Again I think I wrote a whole essay, sorry! This is just my take on whatās been comment here, and the patterns this girlie has done, wouldnāt be surprised if for jacks birthday she goes all post and all that bc as I state before she is trying so hard to push a narrative, and this is the way she gets the benefits she so hard wants.
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sorry if you have already answered this, but are we getting any queer rep in Long Live Evil? š i am super excited to see what you've cooked up for us either way!
I came back after I'd gone off on one, seeing the post had struck a chord and being thankful but fearful of my inbox. Let me say with delighted surprise that all the asks are very kind.
Thank you for this one, sweet anon. I am so excited and so nervous about my best beloved, Long Live Evil, and about coming back with a new book of my own after so long, when I believed for a long time it was hopeless.
I'm really grateful to find readers waiting for me. But I know readers are naturally more invested in characters they know: I extremely appreciate you taking an interest in the future.
So, short answer: YEAH you are!
Long answer: Long Live Evil wouldn't exist without its queer narratives.
C.S. Pacat and I were talking in our virtual Brookline Booksmith event recently about our favourite Disney villains. C.S. Pacat picked Maleficent, a fine choice. I picked Snow White's Evil Queen. We agreed we loved most of them.
Here's the relevant excerpt I was quoting in my last post from Carmen Maria Machado's In The Dream House, saying 'I think a lot about queer villains, the problem and pleasure and audacity of them.' Well... me too.
I think many of us have experienced feeling made wrong in some way - for not wanting what society said we should or being what we were expected to be - and that one step along that journey of discovery is going 'Okay, if it's wicked, I'll just BE wicked.' And that's part of why those characters appeal - because they seem free, and free of pain.
But modern storytelling isn't confined to coding, and audiences can now feel free to expect, not the certainty, but the possibility characters who aren't introduced as such still might actually turn out to be LGBT+. The essays I've read about Supernatural, Teen Wolf, Sherlock, Ted Lasso, Fox 9-1-1... I think the latest argued Jaime Lannister was bisexual. (Pretty persuasive.)
I remember reading the Raven Cycle going 'oh? OH.' I remember being at a writing retreat in 2013 and running through the halls screaming about Nico diAngelo. Ten years later we got a Nico diAngelo book co-written by Rick Riordan and the amazing Mark Oshiro. I watched Red, White and Royal Blue with a friend and she said 'honestly I hope the guys get together, but...' and I (having read the book) silenced myself with a herculean effort and watched her hopes come true. I didn't know about The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo and almost dropped the book in a swimming pool. But I've also read and watched many things thinking, just maybe... oh, no. Still that hope existing is meaningful, the thought that if the story had gone differently, if this revelation had happened, if this realisation had happened, if, if, if...
Long Live Evil is a story about the story going differently and asking yourself questions about your own nature, and the escape to fiction of those who really need escape. The book is based on that 'if,' and the 'if' itself is joyous, and brings me back to the idea of gleefully transgressing the narrative that much villain love is based on.
It's also an ensemble story with a rogue's gallery of characters and multiple PoVs. (I was much inspired by the Six of Crows ensemble.) So it isn't about any one character's romance, and by the book's nature there exist many possibilities. A critique partner read and said 'I didn't know you were going THERE' and I responded 'Should I?'
I've never been one to confirm where stories are going, and I won't do so now. I'm not talking about any one character or telling you a direction.
I'm just saying yes to rep. It's baked in.
#long live evil#supernatural#teen wolf#fox 911#lgbt reads#six of crows#evil queen#maleficent#red white and royal blue#the raven cycle#in the dream house#cs pacat#percy jackson
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Hey so, it's me. The debbie-downer vaguing you in the spirk tag. I didn't mention you directly because my post wasn't directed at you, although it was made in response to checking some of your posts because I do have Unification in my filtered list (content and tag), so those fanworks? Behind a button, so my choice to look is all my own. (I didn't send the anon, though. That was someone else, sorry to say.) It sucks that that's how tumblr's system works but yay content filtering! Tumblr didn't always have that.
I didn't make that post to start drama, and I'm not the sort to get my kicks by being a contrarian for opposition's sake (like. I'm a Shatner fan. In a lot of online Star Trek spaces, I might as well say I hate K/S or Leonard Nimoy or kick puppies in my spare time, you know?), but I did make it in anger and for that I apologize. I should have waited longer on it to phrase things better or simply have deleted it from my drafts after typing it out. (But it's out there now and I'll live with it.)
I do understand where the joy of connecting the past to the present comes from (as a lot of your posts do with connecting old and new fanworks together), and that a lot of people are celebrating the Unification short as a culmination of 50+ years of K/S despite their initial separation according to the initial story, but for me (personally! I want to stress that. It's just me and my own opinion here), I keep seeing it as a valuing of what a company is finally offering fans rather than the celebration of fans who saw where K/S's story ended at the time, rejected that ending that was offered by the corporation, and made their own ending for K/S, without looking towards any official channels as a guide for their visions. That's what my post was about, where my anger was from, those questions--what becomes lost in fandom if we accept canon from the corporation that holds the copyright? What does it say if we look towards that same canon as being above what fandom has already envisioned? In a fandom as old as Star Trek's, one that laid so much groundwork that we take for granted, to overlook that worries me.
I suppose the biggest issue here is it's too similar, like a reflection in a mirror: on one side, Unification stands as the canonization of what the fandom has envisioned all along. It culminates. On the other, Unification appears as a bone tossed to finally appease fans who have seen K/S from the start and it feels too little, too late. Ironically enough, the short has seemingly managed to divide people, but it's too early to tell how lasting such a division could be.
Hopefully I've cleared the air by this. Unification clearly is not my cup of tea and I'm honestly not trying to ruin anyone's fun (most of my posts have gone untagged for a reason but I forget tumblr still parses for post content to index. Yikes. That post was tagged, though, because it was a snap decision made in anger and I wanted my thoughts to be seen). One could argue the short wasn't even made for me as I've long wondered if I will watch Generations because I've read the summary and didn't like it. But that's the joy of fandom and transformative works. We can look at the story and pick our favorite parts and rewrite the ones we don't like. If we didn't do that, fandom wouldn't exist, or it would but it wouldn't be as much fun.
Sorry for the essay in your inbox and for causing any confusion and hurt. I hope you've had a great day š
i'm not going to lie, it does hurt a little. i wasn't going to answer this publicly but i don't have the time today to have a private convo and i don't want you to think i deleted it or ignored it, so here we are.
i don't think unification made spirk any more canon than tmp did. i don't think the short was made with k/s in mind at all, even as a bone to toss starving shippers. star trek at large was never intended as a love story between them, but people have always seen it anyway.Ā
i'm conflicted about the use of nimoy's likeness too. despite that, i think that they did it as respectfully as they could have and involved the right people. it was a goodbye, not using him for a cheap cameo or advertising purposes (yes i know it was an "ad" like everything is, but it's not like spock holds up a coke at the end). you can disagree with me, and i understand your point of view. that's why i said i understood where that anon was coming from.Ā
what i see is william shatner and others taking a story that ended in a way that was disrespectful to both characters, one of which he himself has been playing for the majority of his life, and trying to fix that. it doesn't mean there's no corporate greed involved. both can be true. at least they posted it on youtube, they didn't premiere it or put it behind a paywall. it was just eight minutes, and less than a quarter of that had nimoy's face in it. my favorite part of the whole thing was seeing tos kirk meet his future selves. i love that even though they both die out of their times, they find each other in the end.Ā
i don't want to be an activist or defend or endorse anything, i just...Ā
those zines i tagged were 1) a poem by della van hise that was so accurate to the short that others were already reblogging it (i posted it weeks ago). i found it super interesting that she wrote a poem about them meeting again in death before tmp/wok even came out, let alone this short. 2) i was gushing about unification in the tags. 3) another poem about being side by side, which again, i found incredibly relevant. the other one i posted was because it went well with the others visually. it has nothing to do with unification other than the fact that spock is laying down.Ā
this has just made me sad tbh. i'm not angry and i love your analysis/fan work so much, so :( idk, i don't want anything i post to be divisive or disrespectful. i wasn't even worried about that before. i just really needed a win and maybe i clung to that a little too hard :/
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hello!!! sorry if this is a personal ask, but i was wondering if you would be interested in talking about some of your region's language and dialect? its difficult to find information on specific demographics and how their dialects relate to the language overall, and im also in a lot of trouble with the german teacher crime syndicate and if i remain unable to roll an r they might get me - anon
Not personal at all! I'd love to talk about my dialect and I'm holding back from writing a whole essay about it rn :'D
If your German teachers make you roll your r they're either trying to make you sound Southern* or they're not even trying to teach you the uvular r. Neither one of these options is ethical. Standard German (TM) doesn't include rolled r sounds, the uvular r is way more common! I hear it's hard for Anglos to do, but just think of the k and g sounds - they get your tongue in the right position for that guttural non-rolled r :) (check this video, it explains pretty well)
I'm a Saxon speaker. This dialect has the same unfortunate connotations as deep Southern or Midwestern US accents; uneducated, bigoted, small-minded and all that, and it's considered unprofessional to speak it on the job (top 10 things that make me yearn for violence btw).
Anyway. Saxon my beloved!! It's very laid-back and fun. Whimsical, even. Your tongue kinda just stays at the back of your mouth, pronunciation is incredibly lazy, soften all the consonants. Since it's a Middle German dialect and not a High German one, some words are closer to English, too! Apfel becomes Appel, for example.
Saxon is also universally used when ppl satirize/mock East Germany or the entire region ig even though the dialects here are super diverse, too. And I'm not even from the state of Saxony but whoever drew the new state lines after the reunification had to have been WASTED cause wtf is Sachsen-Anhalt?? Whenever I open my mouth ppl just clock me as Saxon or maybe Thuringian but NEVER as Anhaltian.
Hope this helps, feel free to ask more! Good luck with your teachers š„š„
#* some low german dialects around the baltic north sea coast also roll the r#and another thing: you can tell if someone is saxon even when they're speaking english#it's so strong it's wild#german stuff#ask
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anon here, excited to read the essay! i asked you because i really like your takes and i see people in the more canon-adjacent parts of the marauders fanbase to complain about the extremes of the fanon one, though personally ive never really seen anything Too extreme, tho thats probably just tantamount to how well i curate my spaces i suppose (ive seen people say that fanon makes remus really āalphaā or makes sirius ābimbofiedā and while ive seen hints of those extremes here and there, mostly it looks like it varies from person to person. ive just seen remus be more assertive than he probably is in canon, or sirius being more dramatic and āfemā than he probably is in canon). from what i know people like exaggerating events (the prank, etc.) or shifting some personality traits, but i dont really think thats a bad thing - i personally enjoy it. as long as they dont completely turn characters into stereotypes (though its a pitfall of every fandom, i fear), then whatever its just camp.
people are allowed to criticize stuff like that though, not taking that away from anyone, i personally just dont really care enough to be totally accurate esp since this hyperfix is kind of the bottom of the barrel for me LMAO. but i ask mostly bc im just curious to see what other peoples opinions are, and bc i think - especially in a fanbase like this - that its incredibly important to be at least a little critical with your media experience and reflect on it. saying āoh fuck canon weāre just having funā is fine and all, i dont think anyone is stopping you, i think the personalities people have made up for characters that have zero screen time are super fun and the little ships are not everyones tea but like its fine. but even still, people should be way more aware of what characters theyre dealing with and from what franchise, and like reflect on any biases you may have. if youre making shit up for a random DE character, or retconning some sutff, okay, whatever, but be sure to not defend or like suddenly turn to really weird rhetoric. idk i think its the bare minimum in a fanbase like this
i definitely rambled way too much here, super sorry op! i hope this doesnt bother you, feel free to reply or feel free to not. i just really like hearing peoples thoughts on things, and i like your takes and your blog so i hope i didnt catch you by surprise. i really am just an outsider trying to look in LOL
hello anon, I'm sorry I lost your ask. I was writing on my laptop and saved the draft (but apparently had to press on alt, and didn't do it) so I basically lost your question and half of my initial response. Ty for sending in another ask!! Not a bother at all, i find this very lovely :DĀ
I was mortified to find that someone who isn't really a part of the fandom was perceiving me while I was complaining about fictional characters ahahaha. still, thank you for validating me and asking my thoughts on the mischaracterization of marauders!! I do talk about it daily, unfortunately, and without any prompt too. I'll try to gather all my thoughts here. I don't necessarily come across fanon as much as I did when I reentered the fandom and honestly, I can not be more with you about curating your space !! at the end of the day, I am just here to have fun, and really, pointing out these issues is not a good time at all! But I do post a lot about these, I can't be bothered to bottle up any thoughts lol.
I think the major issue I have with current interpretations is the underlying bigotry that comes along with it. There is a lot of unchecked problematic content that doesn't sit right with me.
Flanderizing characters in fandom interpretations is not limited to marauders fandom obviously. any popular media will face this because so many of us want to interact with one character so their traits are simplified for easier consumption and to find a common ground. this is also not limited to new marauders fandom. even in the older era, leather jacket-wearing, motorbike-driving quintessential bad boy siruis was a thing. so I won't nitpick on silly simplifications.
I just want to say that this isn't about me wanting everyone to have the same interpretations as I do about the canon. I follow so many lovely people and I don't agree with all of their posts. But, we all just simply share the love for these characters in the text and form an imaginary community. So, if we were to remove all the issues I will mention, it is still very well possible to have different personal takes.
Here are some of my issues:
Queerness, Gender roles, and misogyny:
My biggest problem is the representations of queer relationships. the fandom packages these couples in a strange and obvious heteronormative mold where the individuals fit into male and female gender roles. mlm and wlw are now an āf/mā* stereotype and characterization gets affected by the ships. Heterosexual relationships shouldn't have these limitations either, anyway. There is no one way to be a woman or a man. With queer relationships in particular, we have reclaimed the word queer now but it was used to describe the unconventional weirdness in the relationship. We didn't fit into the normal portrayal of a loving relationship. So, it really bothers me, even in fiction, that queer ships are popularly consumed in a way that represents a traditional template. (*this is not about gender itself but the gender roles! f/m can very well be queer!).Ā
Let's take the biggest victim in this fandom: sirius.
Siriusā portrayal concerning his gender and sexuality has heavily changed his characterization in the fanon. We have a character who is popularly headcanonned as trans and is it a coincidence that all their traits have changed from the og material? Sirius is suddenly vain, whiny, and dumb. Canon doesn't suggest this interpretation, it has to have stemmed from somewhere. It's the implicit bias. Sirius becomes a caricature of what a woman āshould beā. When we focus on sexuality, there is the suddenly short twink sirius who has the same new traits- proving the point of fulfilling gender roles. These characteristics are a stand-in for the āfemaleā role of the traditional relationship and it becomes more clear in the example of new age wolfstar. Remus is now the big alpha stoic manly man- the obvious stand-in for the āmaleā role. I could go on, it is apparent in the way you can see remus becomes a caretaker and sirius is taken care of.
The point I am trying to make is not to discourage gender/sexuality hc. I love them, keep them coming. But, why is female sirius not tall suddenly? It is not inherently bad at all to have a feminine and masculine pairing! But why do we need to change the constitutions of these characters to consume their relationship?
I'll keep dropping disclaimers because I hate being misinterpreted: I don't obviously mean every single person is doing this or that doing one of the things means doing the other too.Ā
Race:
It is related to the point above. I was personally so excited to see the popular desi james hc. Even in fanon, I have never seen such a prevalent and encouraged brown rep, it was quite sweet to come back to that. But the problem is the change of characteristics that comes with race hc. Desi james is also a manly dude who is big and buff as opposed to the white petite and delicate regulus within jegulus ship. The melanin is directly proportional to the manliness here.Ā
This is a propagation of race stereotypes. Maybe jegulus was a bad example because usually there are seen as blank templates. I will raise the argument that this can't be all we can come up with for blank canvases then. Either way, my point about race still stands when you repeatedly design interracial queer relationships so they fall into heteronormative roles. Anyway, same issue with wolfstar when there is a brown remus.
Canon, JKR, and hypocrisy:
Refusing to engage with source material is funny when we are picking characters out of it. the interpretations of the characters will be from their book. otherwise, they are just original characters with the same name. you can add onto the traits and a lot of the time fandom comes to a consensus regarding a few things! This is common in every fandom but I don't think I have seen such reluctance to not only critically engage with media but also shame others who do. We are surely in special circumstances with this fandom but I really do think jkr and how we navigate the fanon should be two different things.
Most of us don't condone jkr or even remotely agree with any nonsense she spews on the daily. Most of us can see the problematic nature of even consuming this media and staying in this fandom. It is one of the reasons I even left the fandom. Most of us are simply doing our best to engage carefully while distancing ourselves from her. So, it is quite laughable when some love to take the moral high ground for rejecting canon while still engaging with the same characters. (the rejection of canon in question being siriusā height, lol)
(Sirius' height is quite a polarising fact apparently. Unfortunately, the point about height is also discussed so disingenuously. When I talk about siriusā height, it is not really about him being 6 or 7 feet. It will not really impact my life. It is about what it represents. He is bimbofied as he becomes short. It's an issue of "WHY" again.)
Of course, this isn't an accusation of intentional bigotry from everyone here. The problem with this fandom is that the people in it tell themselves that it is progressive and to run away from the problematic creator as much as possible. We are not progressive if all we do is co-opt queer and racially diverse identities on such a superficial level. The bias manifests in subtle forms. I just wish we check ourselves from time to time, that's all.Ā
There is a lot of hostility when we try to discuss issues in the fanon. Things are interpreted in the most misguided way to just win the argument. Like I said in the beginning, we all just want to have a good time. That also means creating a welcoming space for vulnerable groups (especially when the same identities are used to pat yourselves on the backs for inclusivity points). I didn't even cover everything btw, I just wrote about the issues that concern me. queer and poc also partake in biased representations, I also probably have some biases that I didn't identify yet. I just think it would be super neat if everyone tried to make an effort to unlearn and engage with media without hurting anyone.Ā
I have other issues but they are all just super subjective opinions and smth I can ignore when others do. ex: I really don't like giving tragic backstories to bigots in the story. Not every supremacist loser has a trauma that forced them into oppressing people! There is also "tropeyfication" of all major ships. Just an overall issue in the reading world I think, though.
Anon, I didn't mean to make it preachy in any way btw. You probably asked for a silly little rant and I went full lecture mode, so I apologize for the tone shift!! I mentioned these because every other issue can be brought down to these imo. Like you said, I also don't have any fixation on everything being canon-compliant. I only complain by asking about the thought process behind certain kinds of changes, if that makes sense! I hope this wasn't a drag really and you can see where I am coming from. If I misspoke anywhere, pls lmk. Thanks for sharing your opinions too!!
This is a long long rant, anyone who read everything, you are wonderful and patient. Thank you for taking the time. This huge post and the content can make you think, āwho cares this much?ā or āit's not that seriousā and yaa it really isn't that serious. The characters aren't real but we all are. the identities projected are real. so, it does matter to talk about this.
Everything said this is a fun place to be once you find your own corner in the playground.
#anti jkr#anti jegulus#anti marauders fandom#anti fanon#marauders fandom#gender and sexuality in fandom#race in fandom#canon wolfstar#fanon wolfstar#hp canon#canon vs fanon
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Hihi love your writing and was wondering (if you took prompts) to do more werewolf endo stuff?
Anon I am SO SORRY this took 80 YEARS TO WRITE š
It Started with a Sandwich
(Includes soft vore, f/f vore, kink, safe vore/endosoma, gentle/caring pred, werewolf pred, same-size) minors dni!!!
I didnāt know her that well, but she knew me. At least, knew of me.
My college had recently implemented a new kind of "supernatural studies abroad" program; currently, they only offered it as a J-term with limited spots. It served to both teach us about the history of other countries, and to satisfy anyone who was super into fantasy and folklore.
On the night of the deadline, just 5 minutes before midnight, I typed up a rushed essay on a whim... now, here I was, studying old European legends in Romania. It couldn't be helped. I'd always loved the strange.
The woman I watched from across the cobblestone street was our guide. She was not a professor at my school, or a fellow student, or anything like that. Born and raised in Romania, she had shown our small group around, pointing out the tall churches and the intricate, weaving designs of stone atop old castles. Crumbling structure. Old structure. Yet the way she spoke of the past somehow endeared me to it.
I won't deny it. As I looked at herā sitting in the empty outdoor seating of a deli, eating her sandwichā I felt really attracted to her. She was older than me, much older, I'd say about 35 or something like that. Early 40s maybe. Just from her deposition she seemed the type to have kids. A husband, a family.
Not that there was anything wrong with that, because my heart was all too familiar with the stupid, stupid tugging pulse of heartache. It came with the territory of being in love with women who were an entire lifetime away from me. But still, I wondered... would she see me?
My thoughts drifted to the sandwich in her hands. Another perk of being a college student is forgetting that you need to eat to keep your energy up. I thought about the places Iād seen along the route to the hotel: there was a ramen place, a burger jointā¦ hm, āRomanian Ramenā had a nice ring to it. Maybe-
I froze as she looked up at me, and with an embarrassed turn of my head I realized that Iād been spacing out and staring at her the entire time. Ugh, Iām such a dork.
But when I glanced in her direction again, I was confused (and admittedly, a bit intimidated) when I saw her waving me over with a smile. I slowly slid off of the wall I was sitting on and walked over, compulsively brushing at my hair with my fingers.
I hope I looked good.
āHello!ā she said. Her voice was sing-songy, with a soft yet prominent Romanian accent. It radiated warmth. āWould you like to have lunch with me?ā
~~~
I donāt remember how long we both sat there in that Deli, talking and laughing. As the time went by and the world around us changed from bright to dark, we seemed to be lost in ourselves.
She was easy to talk to. At first Iād felt like a bit of a geek sitting down and rambling on about whatever was currently on my mind, but she just sat still and listened. She would nod and look at me with interest, as she continued to devour her sandwich. Iāve never been the best at making eye contact with people, so while I talked, I found my eyes wandering down to her mouth as she chewedā¦
watching her throat bob as she swallowedā¦
Itās at this point in the story I need to confess something. I have a bit of aā¦ strange āinterest.ā This is kind of embarrassing, but a necessary detail to the story-
-Oh who the hell am I kidding? Vore. Itās vore. Iām into vore.
So now, as you can imagine, watching her eat made me feel a bit flustered. I was ready to just ignore the feeling and continue on, but ohhh boyā¦ I had no idea what was coming next.
Somehow, we got back on the topic of the program.
āSo? Are you enjoying your stay in Romania?ā she asked, licking her fingers. The sandwich was completely gone.
āYeah! Itās a really cool place, with a lot of history. I thought the stuff you were talking about yesterday was really interesting.ā
She giggled. āReal spooky, hm?ā
āOh, definitely.ā
āThe legends, they are my favorite part of living here. Iāve had an interest in the supernatural ever since I was young. When I was 18, my mother took me to Transylvaniaā it was a difficult trip to make, but I begged her to goā and, ultimately, Iām glad I did. Some of my best and worst memories come from that trip.ā
I leaned back in my chair, a slight chuckle in my voice. āDid you want to go to Transylvania because of the vampires?ā
There was a sudden shift in her demeanor after I said that. Her eyes looked sad as she smiled and continued her story.
āWell, yes and no. There was something needing to be done there. I had studied vampires before, andā¦ā
She looked left and right, as if making sure nobody was listening to us from the shadows. I blinked in confusion, then watched her lean in and heard her voice drop to a silky whisper.
āDo you know why Transylvania is the vampire country?ā
I shook my head. She licked her lips and continued.
āIt is because they need a place to roost. They like old things. Old castles. They need a place to hide, yes. But they can't have Romania, because someone is already here.ā
āWho?ā I asked, my brow furrowed in confusion.
She grinned, and in the rising moonlight, her teeth shimmered like fangs. āThe werewolves.ā
~~~
It had been hours since Iād let her give me a ride back to her place; the full moon, in that time, had been tucked away behind the clouds. Still. She kept all the curtains closed.
She could tell I was nervous. Even though weād both been very clear about boundaries and terms, my anxieties were not quite put to rest. I felt stupid for asking, but I also felt like I had to.
"So you're not going to kill me?"
She gave me a warm smile as she stood across from me. "I understand your concern. But I can safely say that no, I'm not in the business of taking any lives. I'm no loup-garou, darling."
āā¦But you are a werewolf.ā
Something dimmed in her eyes, and I felt a little bad for being so pressing with all my questions. But if this was true, and it was all realā¦ I needed to be sure that I wasnāt in any danger.
āIn Romania, werewolves are protectors,ā she said putting a hand to her chest, āI swear on my life that I will not harm you.ā
My fingers drummed along the bed that I sat on, and I took a deep breath before responding with, āOkay. I trust you.ā
An excited look lit up her face, as she began to take off her clothes.
I watched, enchanted. Enthralled, by the swiftness of her movements as she pulled her shirt off, revealing her bare belly to me. Even mostly empty, it still sported a bit of a round shape. She had a little paunch that just hung over the waistband of her underwear, straining against the elastic. I stared.
When I heard her giggle, I hurriedly averted my gaze from her stomach and tried, unsuccessfully, to make eye contact with her.
"You like what you see?" she teased.
I stuttered, "Wow... um, I dunno if this is a weird thing to say but your belly looks so... soft..."
"Years of good hunting will do that to you, love."
I didn't really want to think about what she meant, so I slowly shifted my position on the bed, fiddling with the trim of my shirt. Quietly, I asked, "Have you ever done this before?"
She smiled and shook her head. "No, never. But you're so small, I should be able to get you down easily. You're like a baby deer."
A hot flush spread across my cheeks as I hummed in satisfactory embarrassment.
"Do you look for baby deer when you go out hunting?"
"No, no! Of course not. That is... not for me. I prefer not to go after fawns. They are in the prime of their life, no? And it feels, for me at least, that it would be cruel to snuff them out at such a tender age."
āSo, I guess I'm your first, then..." I chuckled.
A wide, warm grin spread across her face as she approached and sat by me. I felt her strong hands on my thighs. Her voice was sweet, and I shuddered at her hot breath on the side of my face as she leaned in to whisper her melody to me.
"My sweet, sweet fawn," she purred, "these lips and jaws will be so honored to have your small form pass between them, squeezed so snugly into my depthsā¦ā
She sniffed at me, licking her lips.
āYou smell delectable. Oh, dear, if you could only know how hungry my belly is for youā¦ mmm, yes~ I am quite looking forward to wolfing you down, and keeping you warm during this cold, blustering night.ā
"Oh god," I squeaked. I was smitten.
The heat of her round stomach touched my skin like the sun. Tentatively, I reached up a hand. My fingers curled into hers as she took it, grasping it gently. She led my hand over to the soft swell of her belly and I felt goosebumps break through on my skin as I made first contact.
Much like her, the resonance of her stomach made me feel safe. It talked to me with a low and constant grumbling, the groan of a hunger aching to be satisfied. I felt her belly growl against my hand. Oh god, I could only imagine how it must feel to be in there. It actually made me lightheaded.
"Wowā¦ā I whispered, pressing the palm of my hand into her skin. "Your body sounds beautiful."
She flashed a coy grin at me. āThe moon is up now.ā
~~~
I watched in a mix of fear and admiration as she transformed. Bones shifting and cracking into place, ears and jaw muscles elongatingā¦ despite the awful noises, it didnāt look painful. Iām sure she was used to this.
The top of her wolf head and the tips of her ears just barely scraped the ceiling, and she stared down at me with a lustful glow in her eyes. A sharp-toothed smile curled across her muzzle, but instead of being scary, the expression actually made me feel kind of warm inside.
She licked her chops and beckoned me over with a clawed finger. My eyes widened as I watched this movement; her beastly demeanor, infused with all the graceful nuances of a human woman. Even now, it makes for a pretty picture in my mind.
Looking into her eyes, I knew that I was safe with her. I stared up, now pressed against her furry, somewhat swollen belly. The noises coming from inside were downright monstrous. I felt my core heat up, the sensation delving lower all throughout my body, as I slowly began rubbing my legs together. In sure she must have seen how excited I was, because at that moment, she opened her jaws wide and lowered them down onto my head.
Her tongue curled against my face as I entered the slimy cave, whimpering at the feel of so much warm and gooey saliva assaulting my senses. It seemed that first taste was all she needed for instinct to take over.
The gulps were loud and thick, occurring in rapid succession, and I didnāt have any time to think as I was swallowed up by the undulating movements of her gullet and sent down into her powerful stomach. She slurped on my body and growled as the last of me disappeared into her. Iām sure that, despite my size, I made a prominent bulge in her throatā¦
I could hear only my own breathing for a few seconds as I curled up in the fetal positionā welcomed into my new snug home for the nightā and then a meaty squelching from underneath me caught my attention, bubbling up into a series of digestive groans. I felt them echo all around my body, and I moaned, all inhibition drowned in that pool of warm acids.
I felt my sleeping bag shift, heard a big slosh of fluids as she flopped over on her side. She was panting and whimperingā¦ I assumed with pleasure. A shrill bark left her jaws and she rubbed at me, pushing against my form, being sure not to hurt me even as she kneaded her prized catch. Meā¦ a prizeā¦ Iād never felt so honored to be won as the shifting walls of her belly began to claim me. And as her stomach squeezed me, I came.
I have no idea how long we stayed like that, me and her. Her wolf gut made for a comfy pillow as I yawned and drifted off to the sounds of indigestion I was giving her. She moved towards her bed and tenderly squished me against the mattress, which made me wriggle and squirm. No harm came to either of us as we snuggled together in the most intimate way I know.
I think that overnight, my clothes melted. Or at least, most of them. I remember receiving a text from her days later that my panties were stuck in her intestines. I still donāt know how that happened, but admittedly, it was kind of hot. I got a little wet while I was responding to her.
Iāll never forget my trip to Romania, for several reasonsā¦ though if I had to pick one, Iād say that it was because of that stunning tour guide, and her beastly appetite that I had the honor of sating. And to think, that it all started with me watching her eat a sandwichā¦ š
#v.ore#v0re#soft vore#vore writing#vore story#endosoma#safe vore#vore kink#werewolf pred#f/f vore#vore talk#asks#vore asks#female pred#sorry if the ending feels a bit rushed!#but i hope you like it#minors dni
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im so sorry if this is rude, (or alr asked&answered), but may i ask why you are so team charlotte? dont get me wrong, i felt for her for most of the season, but i cant get over how she treated lewis and the girls after she became a mermaid. how can you support her after that? /gen
Not rude at all, anon! This was a really kind ask, I appreciate it š„°
This is kind of a complicated answer, and this ended up being an essay, so for the sake of everyoneās dashes, Iāll put this under a cut.
Iād like to preface this with that these are just my opinions and how I view the show and how it comes across to me. I never hold it against anyone if they donāt like Charlotte for any reason. This is just my perception of the show and the characters.
Back in 2012, I did a rewatch of the show because I hadnāt seen it since I was a kid. I donāt remember how I felt about much of the show or even Charlotte in particular, I was more focused on how pretty the scenery was and the mermaidness of it all. But I hadnāt seen it in a while, I was about to graduate high school, and I was feeling nostalgic, so I decided to give it a another watch. Iād say it was around there that I started to notice some things thatā¦ didnāt quite sit right with me.
Now, Iām not ashamed to admit that a lot of my sympathy for Charlotte comes from the fact that Iāve been in her situation a lot: the one where you like someone and they donāt quite like you back the same way, but youāre too head over heels to care, and youāre willing to hurt yourself for the illusion. Thatās where it started, but then I started looking at the season as a whole, with more of a storytelling eye.
I would like to preface this next part with a slight correction: Iām a Charlotte supporter, but I try not to make excuses for the more unforgivable things she does. She shouldnāt have bullied Cleo to the point she ran away, she shouldnāt have locked Emma and Cleo in the closet during the party, or stolen Lewisās phone, to name a few things. Those are bad things she did, Iām not denying that or trying to handwave it away. However, I donāt consider her a villain or an abusive monster that most tend to. I approach the character of Charlotte Watsford by seeing the situation from her point of view, and realizing that what she does? Itās not dissimilar to what the other characters do, the only difference is that we give them the benefit of the doubt, or see things from their point of view, or realize that theyāre teenagers, of course theyāre not going to be making the best decisions.
And Charlotte Watsford does not get the same courtesy. No one seems to remember that this was a normal sixteen-year-old girl who didnāt have a clue about magic or mermaids, who fell a little too hard for a boy she didnāt pursue until she had the permission of his ex, who wanted to be the girlsā friend when she found out about the secret and was met with scorn and derision until she finally decided not to take it anymore. Did she make the wrong decisions? Yes. Did she do bad things? Yes. But her character goes deeper than that.
Anyoneās whoās followed me for a while knows that I will rant and rave about the Narrative of the show and that it seems to actively hate Charlotte while supporting the main characters. Why shouldnāt it? After all, Charlotteās the designated antagonist of the season, of course weāre not going to like her. But what is it about her that incurs more rage than Dr. Denman, who just last season held four teenagers hostage for the sole reason of using one as leverage to make the other three let her experiment on them, or Sophie, who committed eco-terrorism and blew up a volcano after spending a season of scamming and lying to people? I really, really want to go with the answer that Charlotte is more rounded than any of the other āvillains,ā that Brittany Byrnesā performance is just that memorable, that maybe itās her connection to the other characters that makes her stick out more than anyone else. But while I think those are absolutely valid answers, I think thereās a little more to it. Thereās something so malicious about the way the narrative treats her thatās hard to put a finger on, and itās why I think sheās deserving of support and is more than the one-dimensional, man-stealing character that she gets stripped to, the kind of character that leads the actress to get hate mail to this day.
Charlotte does many bad things, Iām not denying it. She gets petty, she gets vindictive, she bullies the other girls from time to time. She lies and steals things. But one of the reasons I support her? Itās because so do the other characters, they just have the support of the narrative.
For example, in the first season, Zane stalks an old woman because he wants to know about some treasure that she says has and causes her to have a heart attack when he chases after her, and then, when Emma and Lewis show up and try to get her to help, he elects to stay behind and rob her houseboat while it sinks. Heās a bully to the girls whose prank on Cleo is the catalyst for the show. We explore his bad home life and his relationship with his abusive dad, and he gets to have a redemption arc and becomes a love interest for Rikki. Nate, his best friend, is constantly being gross and boundary-crossing to any girl on screen, physically attacks Lewis on more than one occasion, and is just a general creep, and no one barely says anything about it. Miriam is a semi-generic mean girl who barely does anything but get in the way occasionally. And these are just the side characters!
(Iām also tempted to explore how the male characters are sympathetic and get redemption arcs or rewards and the female characters are irredeemable, but thatās another topic for another time.)
Emma, Cleo, and Rikki arenāt much better than Charlotte when you really think about it. Cleo steals Charlotteās diary and reads it, then confronts her in front of everyone. She barely apologizes and itās more because she was wrong about what she was reading. Thereās the infamous episode six where they all attack Annette and Charlotte, two women whose only crimes are, as far as they believe at the time, having romantic interests in people in their lives. They apologize to Annette, but only because they were wrong about her being on a date with Don. Thereās the time that Emma and Rikki, in full mermaid form in public, play pranks on Lewis at the detriment of other people because, and let me check my notes here, Cleo was fired because of something she did and he was hired to fill that job. He is almost arrested because them doing all this caused a dolphin to escape and they barely apologize, in fact Rikki laughs off the idea of buying a replacement laptop (the reason he got the job).
Then thereās everything they did to Charlotte herself. Again, attacking her during their dinner because she dared to have a romantic interest in a boy she dumped and verbally said they were just friends when Charlotte asked if this was going to be a problem. They make snide comments to her all the time. Iām fairly certain Rikki tried hitting her with lightning during the camping episode, and while Iām on the subject of that episode, Lewis spits a drink all over her, and then laughs with the others about it! And they claim that the reason they do this is because they think Charlotte might be a mermaid now, but come on, if they really believed that, why would they risk an exposure like that? The answer is that they didnāt really think that, they just wanted an excuse to humiliate her.
Then! The second she is on an even keel with them, power-wise, that all stops, because now itās a few episodes to the finale and we need a climactic ending, so now Charlotte becomes the most evil character you can imagine. It doesnāt matter that weāve seen some twenty-odd episodes of three girls with superpowers use them against a normal girl whose sole weapon in her arsenal is being kinda mean to girls she does not care about unless her boyfriend is ignoring and ditching them for her. Itās okay when the main characters do it to the girl who is designated as the villain, but the villain canāt do it to them. Emma and Rikki can be in full mermaid form in public using their powers against someone for an imagined slight, but Charlotte canāt do the same thing to a person who just attacked their friend. Cleo can use her powers against people for no real reason except sheās mad at them, but Charlotte canāt make a mistake and use her powers to fend off an animal sheās afraid of.
Thereās a subtle thing the show does that makes it easy to side with the main characters: no one holds them accountable, whereas with Charlotte, thatās all anyone does. Lewis half-heartedly says maybe they shouldnāt do things because itās dangerous or wrong, but heās just told to leave it alone or to shut up. Then when Charlotte becomes a mermaid, she tries her hardest to be nice and do everything to be their friend, but they just talk down to her and jump down her throat at every opportunity. Finally, in the last couple episodes, she just says enough and starts acting toward them like theyāve been acting to her. Which is bad. Because sheāsā¦ the bad guy.
And yet, I donāt hate Cleo, Emma, and Rikki for what they do, even as a Charlotte supporter. Cleo especially is going through a rough time that makes even the incredibly out of character things she does make sense. But why doesnāt Charlotte get the same curtesy? I donāt even mean in the fandom, but in the show itself. Why does everyone treat her like sheās out to get them, specifically? Charlotte doesnāt even care about them, or Mako, really, just in the sense of how it relates to Lewis and the grandmother she lost when she was a kid. Itās kinda funny, because even though Dr. Denman is never mentioned once after season one, you could write off their paranoia as part of being held hostage and almost used as a science experiment, which would be really interesting, if a little heavy for a kidās show, if they explored that.
But itās not, and, somehow, itās Charlotteās fault. It doesnāt matter if the show goes out its way to show how being ignored and ditched and lied to is obviously hurting her, because itās not doing it out of being fair to her. It feels like a punishment, more than anything. Lewis can lie about spending time with his ex and straight up tell Charlotte to her face that he doesnāt have to tell her things if he doesnāt want to. The girls can attack her, and humiliate her, and laugh at her for having a silly fear. Thatās fine, we can explain why they act like that. But we can also see things from Charlotteās point of view too, even if the narrative doesnāt want us to.
I always say that if you donāt like Charlotte, thatās fine. I hope, and I am happy to see more often, peopleās opinions of her change though, Iām not gonna lie, especially when I see her described as a needy, man-stealing abuser. That has never sat right with me, and Iām happy to go into that if anyone wants me to.
At the end of day, I find Charlotte a very tragic and fascinating character, one that Iāve dedicated a blog, multiple fanfics, and an essay I spent a week working on to exploring. I think thereās more to her than what Iām supposed to see her as, and more than one side to the whole situation, as I hope Iāve demonstrated above.
Thank you again for the kind ask, I really enjoyed responding š
#asked and answered#i literally could not work on anything else until i responded to this!#thank you so much anon i really loved responding to this#and another big thank you for being so nice about it too#h2o just add water#charlotte watsford
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Hey i want to preface by saying that im a new army and therefore fairly new to the jikook community. It started from watching videos about the 'jimin effect' where I noticed that something was different about the way jk was compared to other members. Then it went to me watching jikook complete timelines and here I am now being absolutely in love with their bond :))
But since this is the very first time im shipping a gay celebrity couple i remembered another gay ship which was extremely popular years ago anf that is larry. Although i was never a directioner, i had watched these larry videos and analysis out of curiosity and found their excessive flirting just unrealistic and never found it romantic, especially considering how deranged the fandom was and later on how harry and louis both were in confirmed relationships.
This got me thinking. What is it about jikook that made me think it was romantic ? Cause a lot of larry moments are also very obviously gay and sexual if you watch it, even quite romantic and confusing but i still never thought of them in that way.....but with jikook i feel like a third wheel or get butterflies in my stomach on watching their moments which arent even all that obvious. So, with this essay (sorrryyy) my question is what is it about jikook/kookmin which makes it stand out from other possible popular gay ships like larry, taekook, etc ? Sorry for this rambling and side note i love your page and loved learning more about jimin and jungkook <3333
Hello anon,
First of all, welcome to the fandom! I hope you're finding spaces within it where you feel comfortable and happy.
Secondly, I think you've answered your own question. Jikook just feels different. When you see Jikook interacting or observe the dynamics between them, it evokes stronger and distinct feelings. It's a bit complicated to explain. I believe every Jikooker has a different explanation, a unique reason for why they think the relationship between Jimin and Jungkook goes beyond mere friendship. However, one thing we can all probably agree on is that it feels different. Itās probably a lame explanation but itās a honest one š
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Hello hello, I love your work and was wondering if you'd be open to making a little breakdown of your art style?
It's really interesting to me and I love taking bits of different artists art style elements and incorporating them into my doodles to get better
Totally okay if you don't want to! ššš
Take care and have an amazing life š¤šāŗļø
Hello!! Thanks for asking š¤ I'm not making a little breakdown of my art style I already WROTE A WHOLE ESSAY ABOUT IT!!
Sorry I exaggerated it a bitš„²š„²...
I was very happy to receive this ask, but at the same time I felt worried. Honestly, I didnāt know how to give you a relevant answer becauseĀ I donāt even think I have a consistent art style š„². Except for my usual chibi style which I feel most comfortable with, I feel my style constantly changes.Ā So after going back to review my old paintings, I think my style is a combination of children's book illustrations and Japanese animeĀ style. Many times I have received comments about my paintings looking like they are from children's books, and I agree haha, maybe because I mostly draw small characters in big settings and I usually use bright colors.Ā

My favorite artists:
My drawing style is mostly influenced by my all time favorite artists Heikala and Koyamori, I stumbled across their Insta accounts during my 1st year in college (that was 10 years ago) and from then my drawing style gradually took shape. I also admire Paulina Cassidy, mostly because I like her whimsical nature sprites theme. Recently Iāve been investing in Stephanie Lawās artwork, her coloring technique is so god-like that I hope one day I can reach that levelā¦
Ideas and Inspirations:
Japanese anime/manga culture has had a great impact on my childhood. It was a dream come true for me to be able to pursue my college study in Japan. I think this journey greatly affected my current style. I draw lots of things from small doodles to funny comics. I'd describe my drawings as āsilly and cuteā since I love to make people laugh and I also live for the fluffs (Sometimes I drew angst too but it still turned out cute haha..). Aside from that,Ā I prefer making āstorytellingā illustrations with colorful backgrounds. My favorite things to draw are tiny characters in big scenery, I like to create peaceful static moments that when looking at them help warm my heart and calm my mind.Ā
When making game fanarts, I usually take screenshots as references for background and imagine how the character will act in that setting. I just do what I feel comfortable and use my own judgment for composition ā¦ whichā¦ sometimes results in weird perspectives (and you know what Iāve just discovered the rule of third recently š
ā¦).Ā

Characters:
When it comes to drawing characters, I honestly don't know how to explain my style. I think chibi is my most recognizable style, apart from that I usually draw characters in semi-chibi (is it the right way to call it??) or simple anime style. I donāt usually draw characters with dynamic poses or movements ( thatās why I still suck at anatomy and expression š©š©). I think Iām shifting from anime to a more cartoon style since I kinda have same face problem andĀ Iām trying to practice face shapes.
I think my character drawing style is most influenced by Akihiko Yoshida (who is behind many FF/Nier/ bravely default concepts), as I always draw my characters with chubby round faces and dreamy eyes. I made an example of how I usually draw my characters below.

Technique:Ā
Watercolor technique is quite complex so Iāll explain how I always do my paintings in another sharing post. Iāve posted part 1 of my sharing here. Generally, I love using bright, saturated tones and black ink brush pen or color brush to paint line work.Ā
. I hope I could answer your question. Iām definitely no expert, all the things about art I've learn was self-taught but I'm happy to help anyway I can. šš
And you š«µš«µ yes you dear sweet anon! I wish you a happy life too!!!! šš
#ama#please excuse my English and that messy handwriting#hope this one is helpful to you#sharings#my art#hogwarts legacy#hogwarts legacy mc#hogwarts legacy oc
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Secrets in the Corridors: A Hogwarts Tale
This story was requested by Anon. This is the Sebastian version, for Ominis check my page: Hello, may I make a request? Maybe y/n with either Sebastian or Ominis and the two trick the other (again Sebastian or Ominis) by using Rictusempra either during an intense duel practice or spell practice.
Sebastian and "Y/N" wandered through the dimly lit corridors of Hogwarts, their footsteps echoing off the ancient stone walls. The flickering torchlight cast long shadows, making the castle feel even more magical. They were deep in conversation about their schoolwork, the topic shifting effortlessly between the subjects they loved and the ones they found challenging.
"I can't believe we have another essay due for Defense Against the Dark Arts," Y/N groaned. "Professor Hecat is relentless."
Sebastian chuckled. "Yeah, but she's one of the best professors we've had. Besides, it's not too bad if you start early."
Y/N nodded, a small smile playing on her lips. "True. I guess I'll just have to find the motivation."
As they continued walking, the conversation took an unexpected turn. "You know," Sebastian said, scratching the back of his neck nervously, "I think girls need more time to understand Dark Arts. It's probably better for them to focus on potion making or herbology."
Y/N stopped in her tracks, her eyes narrowing. "Excuse me?" she said, her voice rising. "Did you really just say that?"
Sebastian froze, realizing too late how his words sounded. "Iā¦uhā¦"
"That's incredibly sexist, Sebastian!" Y/N exclaimed, crossing her arms. "Just because I'm a girl doesn't mean I'm any less capable of mastering Dark Arts. In fact, I think I've been doing better than you in that class."
The heat of the discussion rose rapidly, and Sebastian found himself getting defensive despite knowing deep down that Y/N was right. "Look, I didn't mean it like that. I was just sayingā"
"No, Sebastian, you were implying that girls aren't as good as boys at certain subjects, and that's complete rubbish!" Y/N interrupted, her face flushed with anger.
Sebastian, realizing the hole he was digging himself into, felt a wave of frustrationāmainly directed at himself. Without thinking, he pulled out his wand and muttered, "Rictusempra!"
Y/N's anger turned to surprise as she doubled over in uncontrollable laughter. She fell to the ground, clutching her sides, unable to stop giggling despite her fury. "Sebastian! Youā¦you idiot!" she managed to choke out between laughs.
Sebastian watched, horrified at his own actions. As the spell wore off, Y/N lay on the floor, catching her breath, her face red from both laughter and anger. Slowly, she stood up, her eyes blazing.
Sebastian took a step back, his wand still in hand. "I'm sorry, Y/N. You were right. I was stupid to say something like that."
Y/N took a deep breath, trying to calm herself. "Thank you for apologizing, but never use that spell on me again," she said sternly, giving him a light punch on the arm.
Sebastian winced but nodded earnestly. "I promise, I won't. I was an idiot."
A small smile tugged at the corner of Y/N's lips. "Good. Now, let's get back to our essay. We have a lot of work to do."
As they continued down the corridor, the tension between them eased, replaced by the familiar comfort of their friendship. Little did they know, their mutual crush on each other remained a secret, hidden beneath layers of banter and unspoken feelings.
#Sebastian Sallow#Sebastian Sallow x reader#Sebastian Sallow x you#Sebastian Sallow imagine#Hogwarts#Hogwarts imagine#Hogwarts Legacy#Sebastian Sallow fluff#Sebastian x you#Sebastian x reader
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I was thinking about how you mentioned how you were sometimes a bitā¦ i dont know the right word to use for it, so Iām going to use concerned, about the amount of similarities that are between R and K in regards to their individuality.
And honestly the more I think about it, the more I feel like, R is actually more distinct from K than I think they probably get credit for. I feel like a lot of Rās similarities come from defensive measures, that they emulate a certain amount of detachedness to protect themselves, but they arenāt really a cold person. I donāt think that they could be, not entirely, not at their core. How can you be when youāre constantly besieged by the joy and pain and fear and tranquility of other people? They are constantly reminded of peopleās humanity, whether theyāre terrible or kind. K doesnāt give a fuck, why would they? Humans are just a part of the landscape, and whether they decide to take more notice to them is determined by how interesting they are. Like noticing one rock over another because it looks like the head of a snake, but it doesnāt change the fact that itās still a rock.
R and K show I think similar responses to certain things, have a similarity in certain fears that stem from vulnerability and closeness but theyāre from such intrinsically different things. K probably feels betrayed by their body, it probably feels like finding out you have lung cancer despite having no family history and never smoking. Theyāve never needed to be close, to feel these things, to change is probably terrifying for something that has never been capable of change before. Change is probably interesting to them in an almost academic way, the most true sense of chaos that order has no hold on. Like how a movie enthusiast might find how a horror movie portrays fear to be interesting, but wouldnāt volunteer to be slaughtered by a real life Michael Myers.
It isnāt academic for R, theyāve probably gotten close to people, felt in real time as people lost interest in them, grew resentment for them, or how they were greedy for them in a way that nothing to do with love. Of knowing how little they matter to others if they canāt be of use. Theyāve probably spent most of their life being a paper doll to people, and knowing it, feeling it.
Experiencing it.
Theyāre themself, but theyāre that paper doll now too.
But theyāre still a person, theyāre still a human in every way that counts. They desire connection and affection and understanding. And MC can understand them, probably more than anyone else. Knows what it feels like to be standing on the outside of everyone else. And mc may want them now, might find them interesting now, while they can help, while theyāre a stranger and palatable and mysterious and charming. But what about later when theyāve helped as much as they can? Later, when the mc sees more of them, and despite understanding more than anyone else, what if mc decides theyāre that paper doll? What if R is stuck loving someone again, who decides they arenāt anything or anyone important?
Anyways, sorry for the very unorganized essay lmao, I was just kind of struck by this and had to share that I like that surface level they seem to have a lot in common, but underneath it all, they couldnāt be more different. That underneath it all, Z probably has more in common with K than R does. I find it poetic and Iām kinda obsessed with it
So, um, this is now required reading for everyone on this blog. Like, this will be on the exam. You're going to read this really beautiful analysis and you're going to like it because wow did anon nail it.
And you are totally correct, anon. Actually all of them share some traits, but I've come to the conclusion that that's inevitable when it comes to people and characters. A lot of people have the same coping mechanisms. It's just the reasons that are different.
And the Kestrel admiring new things from a detached, academic perspective but being unprepared to actually experience that newness is just so on point. Like wow you nailed it.
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