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2XL — OP81 [ part 1 ]

Summary: You are a young artist who gained a lot of popularity at the ripped age of 14 due to your talent and unusual style. Your body is considered "voluminous" so, in public, you only use 2XL clothing, to protect yourself from people on the internet and feel more comfortable while performing. You have managed to keep your personal life outside the spotlight but when Oscar finally made it to the glamorous lifestyle of motorsports, everything changed.

Pairing: Oscar Piastri x Reader

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Fic warning: best friends to lovers, slut shaming, weird people on the internet, people commenting about a minor's body, sexism, rape comments, rape "jokes", reader battles with her self-esteem, self-image, and self-love, Oscar is obsessed with his girlfriend and her body (not in a creepy way) and is not afraid of showing it, Oscar is not afraid of defending reader and dragging people though the mud.

Faceclaim: Billie Eilish

Note: Oscar is a year older than the reader. SMAU mixed with narrative. Reader doesn't have that much access to social media right now as they are mostly controlled by their management.

You were in shock, appalled, shaking in your boots. No, that wasn't enough to describe the excitement you felt when you saw the success your debut song was having. It had gone viral on the Soundcloud platform, and your followers were increasing rapidly, it honestly felt like a dream.

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ynusername Thank you so much for all the support and love you guys have shown to my debut song and EP. I am still in shock and shaking. I can't wait to see what comes next 🩵

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fanusername you deserve all the love, the songs are beautiful

→ ynusername Thank you so much for the support, it is a dream come true 🩵

oscarpiastri beautiful and talented, you deserve it! ☁︎🩵

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username this girl is going to be a fucking star

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username245 ocean eyes makes me cry so much 😭

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oscarpiastri I can't even begin to express how proud I am of you. You are such a talented artist and seeing how you are achieving all of your dreams makes me so excited. And…happy birthday! I don't care how famous you get, i’ll always remember how you almost die because you couldn't stop eating grapes.

Please don't forget me when you are famous, I can't live without your pancakes and you always REFUSE to share the recipe 😔

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ynusername and i’ll NEVER give you my pancakes recipe ☺️🙂‍↔️

→ oscarpiastri boooh, u are just mean and for what😣

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ynusername This pookie just won his first championship in motorsports and I'm still scared to cross the street alone, wtf. Anyways, CONGRATULATIONS!! I don't need to read your horoscope to know that you have a great and bright future ahead of you ❤️@ oscarpiastri

P.S. I understand that winning a championship is a bit of a big deal, but I'm not going to give you my pancake recipe. I don't care how pretty your eyes are 🙄

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fan1 wait, are they a couple?

→ fanuser3 No, as far we know, they have only been best friends since kids

randomuser oscar had an amazing season, I can't wait to see him in f1

fanuser2 Is Yn that tiny or is Oscar a giant? 😭

→ fan1 I know, their height difference is so cute 😔

→ fan3 both answers are correct 😂 but she's 5’1 so I would say that is not that hard to tower over her

Oscarpiastri if you give me the recipe, I will teach you how to cross the street without dying 😃

→ ynusername no❤️

→ oscarpiastri oh COME ON

→ oscarpiastri then, can you come and prepare me some? I pledge not to peek

→ ynusername that I can do

Oscar turned off the screen of his phone when he saw that you had returned from the bathroom, since he had taken advantage of those minutes that you were away from the table to respond to that disgusting comment on Twitter. There were times when he hated social networks, and because he was not a fan and did not find the logic in arguing with a stranger on Twitter, he could not avoid the anger that began to feel when he saw that comment from someone who claimed to be his fan. It wasn't the first time, and unfortunately it wouldn't be the last, that your fashion style was the center of conversation, and not in a good way.

“So, are we done here then? Nobody wants to order anything else?” asked his team leader. All the team members shook their heads and after the bill was paid, everyone started to get into the cars that were already waiting outside to take them to the bar they had reserved for the rest of the night. It wasn’t just that they had won the championship but now Oscar was officially of age, so it was also a reason to celebrate (although he wasn’t old enough to drink alcohol yet, but it seems that detail wasn’t that important to his team).

“Let’s go to McDonald’s for our monthly greasy burger” Oscar told you as you walked out of the restaurant. Your arms were intertwined, and your head was resting on his chest as the two of you slowly made your way to the exit. You couldn’t help but feel a warm flush running through your body. You felt so comfortable and safe.

''Even though I wouldn't want to break our tradition, you should go with your team to celebrate. I'm sure they made you a cake or something like that.'' Since you were both 12 years old, on the last Friday of every month you would go somewhere to eat sweets, junk food or things that you couldn't eat on a daily basis and, for both of you, it was almost a sacred day where you could be yourself, spend time together and just eat, talk or relax.

"Maybe you're right but honestly I'd rather spend time with you."

''I'd love to accompany you but I'm not 18 yet''

''Ohh right, you're still a little girl, I almost forgot. My bad''

''Shut up!'' Oscar just laughed and you let him guide you to his car. ''So, you're not going to the bar?''

''I told you; I prefer to be with you.'' You were both already inside the car and after buckling his seatbelt, Oscar leaned over you to put your seatbelt on for you, but you didn't realize how close you were from each other until he was practically right in front of you. Time felt like it had stopped, or at least it was going slower, since you felt like you had been in that same position for minutes. Oscar for his part couldn't help but run his gaze over your full, kissable and pink lips. For Oscar, you had always been a beauty that didn't need makeup, and if you had put on any, it would only be to make your already natural beauty shine. A few inches were all that separated your lips from his and Oscar smiled cheekily as he watched you hold your breath, maybe waiting, but waiting for what exactly? Oscar pursed his mouth into a satisfied smile.

Oscar finished fastening your seatbelt and sat back down to his seat as if nothing had happened, but he smiled mischievously when he watched you wipe the palms of your hands on your pants and felt you release the breath you were holding.

“I don’t know what’s wrong with that belt, but sometimes it gets stuck. I should check it out later,” Oscar said, and you nodded you head accepting his explanation. It was a lie. The belt was perfect, he just wanted an excuse to do what he did and yes, he didn’t regret anything. He got the answer he was looking for...that he wasn’t the only one who felt that way.

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dailyop81 One of the photos that are already coming out of Oscar's team celebrating the championship title, but he doesn't appear in any of them. Could it be that he didn't attend his own party?

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dailyynupdates yn and oscar hanging out today. According to the person who took the photos, the two were seen leaving a food store with a couple of bags (with snacks and what it looked like some junk food). They stopped at the park for a few seconds and then oscar started chasing yn while they both laughed. It should be noted that today is Oscar's celebration party, and he apparently decided to celebrate with yn.

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oscarpiastri such a lovely night with a pretty girl 🩵

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yn_global23 the height difference between them, I can't-

→ ynhater1 she looks like a fucking midget besides him, how is that cute? lol

→ ynhater1 and btw, the only reason she's famous is because she is with Oscar, if not, she would have flopped so hard 🤣

→ yn_global23 you are aware that yn was already famous before your little vroom vroom guy won any silly tittle, right?

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fanuser5 Oh, the way I would give my left kidney to see them together! Like TOGETHER 🙂‍↕️

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→ ynfan2 ong, me too!! I don't know a lot about Oscar but yn seems so comfortable and happy whenever they are together

→ ynuser2 omggg, Oscar liked your comment 😭

→ fanuser5 WHAT? I can't see it.

→ ynfanuser4 I think he removed the like but, we all saw it. @oscarpiastri explain 🫠

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Radio check: I'm finishing up the next part of Enchanted, but this came to my mind, and I couldn't get it out of my head so here we are. If you'd like me to tag you, let me know. Like and Reblog if you like it!

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a semi lengthy post on the relationship between the drakes:

disclaimer: I am too lazy to find more panels than what I already have so u kinda have to just trust me when I say stuff which works a lot better over on twitter where people actually Know Me but. I will cite the panels I have used and highly encourage u all to read robin 1993.

I know this is an unpopular opinion but I think the dc fandom, the part that actually reads the comics, does way too big of a pendulum swing on fanon’s crazy abusive drakes thing. I do think the drakes neglect tim and neglect is a form of abuse. it’s not inaccurate to call the drakes abusive. I do however think calling them abusers is a stretch.

the fanon portrayal IS inacurate, I feel mainly due to the fact that they leave out how much love they all had for each other. and you can see that shown over and over again. especially the way jack speaks to tim right after janet's death and with jack’s reaction tim being stranded in no man’s land.

(batman (1937) #480)

(robin (1993) #72)

is his reaction in no man’s land a dramatic one? yes. is it unwarranted? not at all. for all jack knows, tim could die. and his response to that is anger. something any parent fearful of losing their kid would exhibit. he clearly cares deeply about tim’s wellbeing, in fact, he cares so much he makes sure the news of tim being trapped in no man’s land is shown on every station.

(robin (1993) #72)

which, while embarrassing for tim, ends up being pretty much the sole power no man’s land comes to an end. go dad power!

(robin (1993) #73)

in addition to that, tim clearly mourns his parents. not that you cant mourn an abuser, but that’s not what this is.

(detective comics (1937) #621)

(identity crisis (2004) #6)

not to mention, of course, that tim did have mrs. mac when the drakes were on trips. he was not left home alone edit: I have since been corrected by the lovely spoilerjpeg that mrs. mac was not hired until after jack drake woke up from his coma. it is assumed that tim was at boarding school during these years, given the drakes did not have a place of permanent residence before.

in contagion, when tim is literally on his death bed he hallucinates his family, alive, happy, together, and aware of his identity. he misses his mom. he very clearly loves her, and he sees himself running up into her arms.

(the batman chronicles (1995) #4 - begger's banquet)

tim's identity remains a point of tension, as tim desperately wants to reveal it to his dad, but cant, as it would compromise the identities of the rest of the bat family. you see this illustrated as early as batman 480 which I reference in this post multiple times, and the issue of robin in their relationships remains up until the death of jack drake. it hits a peak in issue 124 of robin 93, where jack discovers tim's identity and is well, upset. saddened. afraid. his first thought isn't anger, it's immense grief. he's clearly afraid of losing tim, he mourns the him. and this panel is later paralleled with tim's reaction to jack's death. jack doesn't even blame tim, he instantly goes to bruce, filled with grief and anger. he doesnt know what to do. and how do you threaten bruce wayne or batman? let alone both? bruce has endangered his child for years now, without telling him, and his eyes, forbidden his kid from telling him, this reaction, in my opinion, makes complete sense, and I honestly commend jack drake for it. it takes balls to stand up to bruce/batman and he's doing it for his kid.

(robin (1993) #124)

all this being said, I think the drakes never really wanted to be parents. it’s the expectation of the times. theyre academics, travelers, their lifestyle isnt suited to that of a child’s.

(robin (1993) #11)

(batman (1937) #480) - the note reads: "Dear Dad, I wish could go back and start over again! When I was a kid, I used to dream - to pray - that you and mom would stop travelling, forget business and just settle down. We'd be together, the way a family ought to be... now I have my wish. I'm going to with you all the time. And it's tearing me apart."

tim addresses that letter to "the father I never knew." tim and jack got the chance to rectify that, but tim and janet’s relationship never really had the time to recover from it and I think tim can have an idealized version of her in his head as a result of it.

jack really fails tim in a number of ways. he says he’ll make an effort after janet dies and you expect for that to be a catalyst for him, especially because he actively says it will be, and it isnt.

he does this a number of times. he says he’ll make an effort and then he doesnt. or he ends up making a huge amount of effort all at once and then stops, the cycle repeats. tim learns to expect it.

(batman (1937) #480)

(robin (1993) #15)

later, he goes way too hard on the strict dad thing, which I get, because tim isnt an easy kid by any means, but he forgets that tim has never Had that structure, and he needs to actually build the relationship’s foundation first if he wants to decide to be a parent now, and he never does.

(batman (1937) #480) - the note reads: "Funny. how once you never seemed to care - at least, you never showed me that you did. And now you want to run my life. Do you really think we can start over..?"

jack also often doesnt even give tim the chance to explain himself, even in situations that really weren't his fault.

(robin (1993) #44-45)

it never really ends up being just tim and his dad, because the second jack gets out his coma he brings in dana, and shes honestly what keeps the relationship from not worsening. dana is often the mediator, telling dana to ease up on tim. it’s dana who influences jack to put in an effort. shes the catalyst, not janet’s death.

(robin (1993) #47)

warning for the upcoming pages - mentions of underage (consensual) sex as an unhealthy coping mechanism after an implied sexual assault (from someone outside the relationship)

(robin (1993) #45)

even with her mediating, things are still rough between jack and tim. jack very clearly has no idea how to parent tim, never really having had to before. tim has always been extremely self sufficient, mainly due to his parents' neglect.

(baatman (1937) #480) - the note reads: "I've no idea who you think I am, Dad - but I'm not that boy. I had to fend for myself for a long time. I changed, Dad. I have a lot of... secrets."

jack really never had to discipline tim, mainly as a result of often not being around to do it. which means he is not always the best parent, and not what tim needs. he also misinterprets a lot of tim's behaviours that he has as a result of being robin as a sign of disrespect.

(robin (1993) #45)

dana's presence is also another point of conflict as well, another way tim’s belief that jack will always choose something/someone else over him is reinforced. and he’s not wrong to think it. jack’s neglect of tim continues well after janet dies.

(robin (1993) #12)

I think tim is right to be pissed when jack all of a sudden decides to step up. I think jack’s reactions to tim’s actions make sense, but I cant defend them when he hasnt created the foundation needed to execute that. plus, he switches often between being too strict, with him watching tim too closely and judging him for it, and being neglectful.

I see a lot of people say “tim doesnt make an effort either!” well. Yeah. hes never had to before. and it’s not On Him to make that connection at all. hes the kid. and honestly the effort jack makes, especially in the start, feels like a way to display his masculinity to dana. or just... strange. and maybe not what tim needs, instead being what jack tries to project onto him.

(total justice (1996) #1)

I think sometimes people end up projecting on tim and/or projecting their parents on the drakes and they dont want to acknowledge their own parents’ mistakes, so they defend the drakes'.

the drakes arent bad parents, but they arent good ones either. they're human, at the end of the day. theres a lot of love between the drakes, and a lot of hurt too. it’s very hard to find nuanced conversations about that. I think they have a very realistic relationship, especially given the times.

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Quick Response To Some Nonsense

**Spoilers For All Of Arcane**

Hello all, no fancy lead in today just a response to some recent stances taken on Cait/Vi, in particular their breakup. Of course this is simply my interpretation, but I felt strongly enough seeing it that it was worthy of a refutation. As I am keeping this centered on the stances themselves and my responses I won't be doing my usual laying the groundwork, so if you have any questions feel free to ask or check out my other stuff! Let's dive in!

The primary reason Caitlyn shuts down and does what she does is because Vi took the choice away from her after they had agreed on it. And that Caitlyn had lived a life always struggling to be able to make her own choices because of her parents: Okay, on the surface, totally fair. Yes, they had agreed on a plan as to how this had to go down and Vi stopped Caitlyn from carrying it out. However, there is SO MUCH MORE going on here.

First and foremost, Vi's reasons for stopping Caitlyn at this point are irrelevant. Because of Isha. Listen folks, If you have watched these characters all the way to this point, and you honestly feel that either of them would intentionally do something that risks the life of a child, I just cannot agree with you. Caitlyn has only shown herself to be a kind and caring person ever since we meet her. These folks wanted to use two factors to show that Vi would not have cared about Isha being hurt to prove that it was all about Jinx.

A- Vi doesn't have a particular adverse reaction to Renni's son dying

B- Vi doesn't seem to care about hitting Isha and doesn't stop when she does

A: Renni's Son-

This is the boy killed who is working in the Shimmer lab that Jayce and Vi attack. Jayce accidentally kills him with a blast from his hammer. So regarding the allegation that Vi doesn't seem to particularly care. Context, as always, is our friend folks. Jayce is backing out because of the death when they were quite literally starting their attack on Siloc's entire operation. So what does Vi actually say-

"You've always been a part of this, you just never had to look it in the eye. One dead kid? There's hundreds more where he came from, thanks to Silco. And thanks yo people like you, who stuck their heads in the dirt. "

Jayce leaves, Vi very clearly stands over the body and sighs, her eyes wet with tears. And yes she gets back to business. Because as she said. This is about so much more than one dead kid.

B: Hitting Isha-

Okay, I love Isha to. But this is not the first time she jumps in the middle of an adult situation and gets hurt. But anyway, the allegation here is that Vi really had no issue hitting her and didn't stop because of it. Isha quite literally bites Vi on her wraps. You know, the part of her that is probably in constant pain from months of pit fighting and no self care. Also, Jinx and Vi literally stop at the same time when they realize what happened.

Also, lets not forget this handy-dandy little moment where Vi quite literally throws herself in front of Isha to save her from Vander:

Additionally, to allege that the reason Caitlyn reacts to such an extreme agree is simply that Vi robbed her of her choice is to deny the absolutely crushing trauma Caitlyn has been/is dealing with. She is literally face to face with the monster of her nightmares, and is being denied her revenge. Every fight-or-flight, primal, lizard brain part of her is screaming that Jinx is the most dangerous thing in the world, and the woman Caitlyn loves is standing in front of her. I go more into the signs of Caitlyn's traumatic episode in another document but to suffice it to say, it doesn't seem like Caitlyn was really aware of exactly what all was going on in that chamber. Vi called her repeatedly and all Caitlyn could say was "move! she's not getting away again!" never responding to anything else Vi was saying. Caitlyn fired her rifle twice striking Vi's gauntlet once even and was not deterred. She is NOT doing okay.

2. "I thought you were different.. but your not. It's her blood in your veins"- whoo boy. Okay, The users are more or less defending Caitlyn's anger and her saying this as her realizing that ultimately Vi's loyalty is with Jinx because they believe Vi stopped her because of Jinx, and by extension someone who has done A-Z of fucked up things to Caitlyn. Again I am just about the furthest thing from a Jinx apologist but I don't have time for the list at the moment.

I will repeat, did Vi stop it because she saw Powder in Jinx's face, and because her sister told her she was glad it was her killing her? Entirely possible. But ultimately what it comes down it Caitlyn is enraged because Jinx got away, and Caitlyn's solution to that was to take the shot with a hex tech rifle that had been glitching, and could have killed a child.

No as to what Caitlyn actually said, because one of their points was about Vi's comeback. A few points:

A- Caitlyn knows all of Vi and Jinx history by now including Vi's crushing guilt over what happened

B- Caitlyn knows Vi carries the guilt for her mother's death because Vi asked Caitlyn not to shoot

C- Caitlyn knows what it meant for Vi to put on the uniform and come here with her, and still doubts her

D- Caitlyn literally alleges that Vi is no different than Jinx, who has caused all of this pain and suffering, because her blood is the same, tainted in the same way

3. "Than why are you the one acting like her?"- Essentially here they are just saying that Vi was looking to wound, looking for the low blow, and that not enough attention was given to how fucked up this was to say, especially because Caitlyn had tried to do all of this the right way.

Can I do the right thing for the wrong reason? Is it bad that I'm making friends with my demons, and Living by a couple deadly sins Just to make sure I finish what you began And I ain't afraid to lose a life or ten If it means that I get to win in the end (woo) So I'ma do this on my own, step into the danger zone Pull the pin and watch it blow! (Arcane Hellfire)

I am not saying it wasn't a fucked up thing to say. I am saying Yall are missing the point. Vi was afraid of Caitlyn changing because she saw the violence and darkness in her. Because while yes they are doing everything the right way in the lanes technically, for Caitlyn its all for the wrong reasons. She isn't there to help the undercity, she is on a quest for revenge. And as such is surrendering her morals and values alittle at a time.

4. Caitlyn hit Vi impulsively after Vi realized she overstepped/Cait never learned her strength or how to hold back-

As Caitlyn is walking away and Vi says "why are you the one acting like her?!" she grabs Cait's arm firmly at first then relaxes her grip to a more gentle one. Caitlyn sits and breathes for a solid ten seconds before hitting Vi. That's not exactly a reflexive action. Also, Caitlyn has demonstrated a tremendous proficiency with her rifle and with increasing hand-to-hand combat over the course of the show. She knew what she was doing, and she knew where she hit her. Now was Caitlyn also drowning in the middle of a total emotional overload. Yes indeed. But this was not a shock response strike. She chose to.

Now for a few points outside of the breakup that were mentioned:

Vi was wrong to suggest that Caitlyn did not understand during their conversation about Vi putting on the badge-

Well we can do this simply. Lets compare the two.

A- Vi was standing there in sight of her parents bodies as the people responsible were still there stalking around the smoke. The people responsible all dress the same way and their look is a symbol of their institution. Now she is being asked to dress like them.

B- Caitlyn was however far away and only saw the rocket launched and smash into the building. This of course would still be very traumatic. But for better or worse there is only one Jinx and her look is her look. Unless Vi was asking Cait to put on a half-eaten circus tent, I don't think we are in the same area here.

2. Vi has a tendency to dismiss Caitlyn's trauma when something more viscerally related to her own loss is going on-

The example they provided was the conversation I listed above. Vi has literally stayed there to be there and support Caitlyn even after being yelled at by Tobias. She is supportive of catching jinx and wants to help right up until Cait offers the badge. And even after that blow up, in the wake of the memorial attack Vi shelves her own issues and agrees to be an enforcer anyways.

3. Fandom keeps giving Vi a pass like anyone from Piltover can do no wrong-

The idea of this fandom giving Vi a pass is completely and totally laughable. I'm sorry but it is. There is still a whole legion of us who blame a fifteen year old girl kneeling over her father's body, who just saw her brothers die, who just held off a legion of armed Silco goons and barely survived, for ruining Powder during one bad moment and turning her into jinx. Aside from Caitlyn's commander Arc Vi is probably the least understood character in the entire fandom.

PSSSSSST.. If it helps, they don't do redemption arcs for characters who were never in the wrong in the first place. Have a great day!

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Kabru × Mithrun is a perfectly lovely ship with a lot of fun in-story content to play around with. I was vaguely aware of the ship's popularity when reading dunmesh for the first time and thought "Oh yeah. I get this." and know a lot of people who were eager to engage in fan content themselves once they'd finished the series. I've found that most people's grievances are less anything inherent with the ship itself (who doesn't love a good caretaker fantasy?) and more with the very particular fandom that's sprung up around it, which I'll elucidate a bit here, if you'll indulge me

When it comes to Kabru x Mithrun fan content, I think what a lot of fans forget about Mithrun is that, outside of the very specific circumstance that the series presents, he requires very little aid to get through the day (of which his family provided the best caretakers possible for him before he no longer required them). He's probably the character in possession of the most agency of anyone in the series (wealthy noble military leader on his own revenge quest that he volunteered for with a squad who defers to and highly respects him—even the queen's presumed heir is his subordinate). He's confident, self-assured, clever, and is so brutally driven that he terrifies Marcille badly enough it drives her right into the arms of his worst enemy. And yet, it's incredibly common to see Mithrun's agency scrubbed away in order to make him so heavily reliant on Kabru that he's rendered incapable and completely helpless. Which is fine—who doesn't love a pathetic sopping wet kitten? But, to be perfectly candid, seeing Viktor from Arcane undergoing very similar treatment at this very moment, I personally find it kind of tiring how quick fandom defaults to that sort of characterization for disabled characters, especially when it veers so far away from how they're actually characterized in the source material.

Also, I think people are so eager to play with the caretaker fantasy with Mithrun as the person in need of care that it feels like they're quick to forget that Kabru is also disabled and also in need of care. He displays many textbook symptoms of PTSD and is constantly shown to be carrying a lot of grief and anxiety and trauma with him, on top of just having arguably the saddest and most gruesome backstory in the whole series. Rejected by his birth family, watched his mother killed and her corpse eaten, raised in a culture that infantalizes him and by a woman who only agreed to train him because she wanted to punish him for daring to exercise his independence, pushing himself to the breaking point and exposing himself to his trigger again and again because his survivor's guilt makes him feel responsible for saving the entire world and begs for someone to kill him when he feels that he's failed. Kabru is a smorgasbord of trauma, and yet an awful lot of Kabru x Mithrun content is near exclusively focused on Mithrun's trauma, with Kabru acting as a passive receptacle to his pain and completely devoted to him with barely a thought to his own pain or motivations. Ask yourself how much fanart do you see of Kabru fussing over Mithrun, dressing him, combing/washing his hair, fawning over him, as opposed to the other way around?

This of course does't apply to all Kabru x Mithrun shippers, and there's plenty to like about Kabru x Mithrun just as much as there's plenty to criticize about Laios x Kabru and it's own fandom (depicting Laios as a stupid idiot moron who's too autistic for sex and/or Kabru as a hyper aggressive liar who's always a hairsbreadths away from murdering him). It's also impossible to ignore how Kabru is treated by the fandom as a brown man and how that affects the way people interpret his character and actions (aggressive, sinister, manipulative, never depicted as wanting or in need of tenderness or affection (fandom will run around the world ten times in their rush to coddle a white character and their pain before making the same effort and consideration for a non-white character)). Considering his backstory and character archetype, I'm absolutely certain that if Kabru were white he'd be the fandom darling very much the way Mithrun is now. It's important for people to feel like they can talk about these things without fear of being shouted down or taken in the worst faith possible or just written off as "ship wars", so I appreciate you taking the time to make your post

A healthcare worker’s take on Dungeon Meshi shipping discourse

Hiya y’all! As someone who has become a fan of Dungeon Meshi (honestly one of my favorite franchises at this moment) I’d just like to give more of a nuanced take on a shipping discourse I’ve seen. I’d like to clarify this with I am an NA. I’ve literally been recognized by the country I live in through the sunshine awards system on my contributions to my patients lives. All this to say, I know a bit about healthcare. And I also think that. Personally, people should be allowed to ship whatever they please. They shouldn’t be made to feel guilty for what they enjoy, especially if it isn’t hurting anyone.

I’d like to clarify what I am speaking on, this being the controversy surrounding the ships Mithrun and Kabru, vs Laios and Kabru. Both of which are valid ships in my opinion! I think both are great! And whichever you like you should feel comfortable and happy to indulge in it.

I work mostly with geriatric and bariatric patients, as I work on a cardiac unit. So, by proxy, I witness a lot of disabled people come through. This to say that these people HAVE partners. And their partners care for them. Such as feeding their partners if they need help eating, helping their partners feel safe if they have dementia, I have even seen someone clean their spouse after they had soiled themself. All of which are examples of love and affection, as partners. Not as a provider doing their job.

The argument i see many a time against the ship of Mithrun and Kabru, is that it is unethical. As Kabru would be a “provider” in this case, and Mithrun would be a “patient” to this I say, is Kabru being paid in this hypothetical? Is he following training he has been given? Is he following a code of ethics given to healthcare workers when he helps Mithrun with his disability? Disabled people deserve love. And they deserve a partner that cares for them. So the argument that the ship is gross is kind of… weird. Isn’t it? Again. Mithrun and Kabru as partners do not have to be your cup of tea, but that doesn’t mean that anyone who DOES ship them is gross or immoral. Helping your partner because they are disabled is an act of love, and completely different from a provider helping their patient.

Statistically, everyone will either die able bodied or live to become disabled. It happens to everyone. Disabilities are almost as much of a fact of life as breathing is. I am new to the Dungeon Meshi fandom, but the insinuation that someone able bodied cannot have a disabled partner is kind of horrible to actual able bodied/disabled partnerships? The dynamic is so common, and so to say that it is gross, almost implies that the dynamic in a day to day is gross.

This post isn’t meant to be inflammatory, there are so many dungeon meshi ships I love with all my heart. Some that are rare pairs, some that are common within the fandom. I just think that people should be more friendly with each other. Kabru has two hands guys it’s okay /j /lh. Just please be more friendly guys. Both ships are valid. But the way the fandom gets so angry over it makes me scared. And I imagine it makes other people who are new to the manga/anime a little scared too.

[little-miss-fandom-freak]

More Time

(Rick Flag x Fem!Reader/ Rick Flag Sr x Platonic!Reader)

Summary: Rick Flag Sr finally meets his son's fiancée, unfortunately it wasn't the way either it them had imagined it

Warning: MAJOR ANGST!! Talks of drugs, addictions, and stippers as well

Every parent's wish is to be able to watch their child grow into an amazing person and to see them reach this achievement before their passing. No parent should have to attend their child's funeral. Unfortunately for Rick Flag Sr., life had different plans.

He debated all morning on if he even wanted to attend the funeral. No one would have blamed him if he didn't. There wasn't even a body to bury, but he wasn't a coward. So there he was, sitting in the front pew, watching Amanda Waller give her goodbye speech to her best soldier. Many people were whispering about her stoic demeanor, not realizing that this woman hadn't shown emotion in her entire career and wasn't going to start now. Rick had already given his speech, so at this point, he just wanted to leave. And he was about to do so until the pastor approached the stand.

"There is one more person who would like to send their goodbyes to Richard Flag. His lovely fiancée." Rick's eyes flickered to the stand. A younger woman slowly made her way up the stairs. She was shaking, like a scared lamb. Her eyes were puffy and red from the tears she had been shedding all morning, and her voice was tried and sore from her cries. Rick knew his son was supposed to get married before his death, he remembered the day well. Rick Jr was to be deployed to Corto Maltese with his new Task Force. When he mentioned his engagement, Rick was over the moon with joy. Rick Jr wanted his dad to meet the love of his life when he got back from the mission. That day never came.

The woman at the stand let out a shaky breath before her soft voice spoke. "Richard was... an extraordinary man. He was a brave soldier who fought endlessly for our country. He... he would've been, an amazing husband. He cared deeply for everyone around him, he'd give the clothes off of his back if it meant helping someone in need. He put his life on the line for so many people, even for those he didn't know..." She took a moment, choking back a small cry before she continued.

"If there's one thing about Richard that everyone knew, it's that he took pride in his country. He was a true patriot, even till the end... For the longest time I resented that part of him. All of the birthdays, anniversaries, and holidays he missed because he was called in for duty." Rick didn't miss the glare she shot at Waller, who sat near him in the front pews.

"But that was just who he was; fiercely loyal and willing to fight for what he believed was for the betterment of others... but sometimes-" a small cry came from her. She sharply inhaled before continuing, changing the topic before she got too wrapped up in her thoughts. "As realistic as he was at times, Richard always tried to see the best in people. He first person to see me as someone more than my career, someone more than my struggles. He even helped me get back into school. That's why I fell in love with him... but I guess our love wasn't meant for this world. Maybe in another, we make it..."

She turned to the empty coffin and placed a singular rose on top of it. "Goodbye, Richard. My heart dies with you..."

After the ceremony, everyone gathered outside to disscus the location of the wake. Rick decided he wasn't going to attend, he's delt with too much for today. He did, however, wanted to speak to his son's fiancée before he left. When he finally spotted her, she was already getting in her car, likely to head to the wake. Rick sighed, realizing that he didn't have a choice but to attend the wake.

When he got there, the wake had already begun. It was peaceful, but the tone had shifted to a lighter one than the funeral just an hour before. He shifted his way around the community hall, asking around if anyone knew where the girl had gone. He tapped the shoulder of a young woman. "Excuse me, ma'am-"

The woman whipped around. "Ma'am?! I am not that old!" Rick was startled by her appearance.

"Wait, are you Harley Quinn?"

Rick sighed. "I'm his dad."

She chuckled. "Guilty! Now I know what yer thinkin'; "Harley Quinn?! How'd you escape prison?!" Jokes on you, I didn't! The old bitch, Waller, gave me few hours out of the old cell to pay my respects. Who are you? How'd ya know Flag?"

Her cheery, peppy demeanor changed. She shoulders sunk and her smile became one full of sorrow. "Oh... I'm real sorry bout yer loss. Ricky was a good guy... probably the only person who didn't treat me like shit when I was locked up. He even visited a few times, just to check up on me... I'm gonna miss the guy, even if he was a little stuck up" She said with a sorrowful chuckle. "You raised a good man, Mr. Flag."

Rick nodded; he never realized how big of an impact his son had on people. "I'm looking for his fiancee."

"Oh, Y/n? I just saw her, I think she went out back for some air." Rick gave the young woman a pat on the shoulder before he made his way out back

Pushing past the crowd of people, he took a step outside, the fall wind hitting his face as he looked around for Y/n. He spotted her on a bench a little ways down, scrolling through old pictures on her phone.

~~~~

"Man, couldn't take of your hat for a single picture, huh Richard?" You said with a chuckle, scrolling through your gallery just to see your fiance with some kind of baseball cap on in each one.

"My son always did appreciate a decent baseball cap." You turned behind you, standing there was the older man from the funeral. Richard's dad.

"Oh, hi. We haven't met yet." You raised your hand and introduced yourself.

"Rick Sr., I'm glad I can finally put a name to the face." He said as he sat down beside you.

"I can say the same about you. Richard spoke very highly of you. It's unfortunate that we had to meet like this."

"It is..." The two of you stayed silent. You went for you bag and pulled out a small flask. Handing it to Rick, he raised his brow. You shrugged. "I couldn't come sober."

Rick nodded, accepting the flask. "How did you meet my son?" He asked as he wiped his mouth. "He never shared the details. Always said its better to hear in person."

She chuckled softly. "He would say that..." She took a sharp inhale before she spoke. "I was a stipper-"

Rick chocked on the rum inside the flask. She let out a laugh, chuckling as Rick wiped the liquid from his lips. "Don't worry, we didn't meet at a strip club. We actually met at a farmer's market of all places. He was looking for some preservative to bring before he was diployed again, and I was wandering around town before my shift started. I accidentally ran into him and we dropped all of our stuff. We hit it off instantly. I actually skipped my shift to hang out with him, He always called it our "unofficial first date." He didn't consider it an actual date because he didn't pick me up from my house, we didn't go somewhere nice, nor was rither of us dressed in "date attire"... God my life was such a mess before him."

"How so?" Rick asked as he passed the flask. "If you don't mind me asking."

You took a sip and sighed. "Before I met Richard, I was a mess. My job was great, I made good money as a stripper but... I had an addiction. Heroin. He didn't know for months but wheb he found out I was so sure he'd leave me. But he didn't... he stayed. He stayed with me, visited me every day while I was in rehab. He never gave up on me... you raised a good man."

Rick nodded. "That kid... he was something else. He the only good thing in this god forsaken world, the only spark of light in my dimmed out life."

"He was a beacon of light to all. Hell, if it weren't for him, I'd be dead from an overdose by now..." You took a big swing of her flask. "Maybe I was supposed to. Maybe this is karma's way of getting back. Because no one, as wonderful as that man, should've been taken from this world."

Rick saw the anger in your eyes as your grip around the flask tightened. Cautiously, he placed his hand over yours. Your eyes flicked up to him, tears threatening to spill. "Why did he have to be a hero?... Why couldn't he have been a peice of shit like the rest of us? Why'd did he..." a sob escaped your lips. "Why did he leave me?"

Rick pulled you into his chest as the tears and cries left your body. You trembled against him, all of your emotions were pouring out into one motion. The two of you stayed like that for a while, neither of you knew how long but neither of you cared. Finally, someone knew how the other felt. It was refreshing for you; to finally have someone you could cry to without feeling annoying or judged. You didn't have your family; your dad died years ago and your mom practically disowned you because of your career choices. This was the first real comfort you've received in a long time.

~~~~

After the wake, Rick walked you to your car. He hung by the door as you got in. Pulling a pen from his pocket, he gently grabbed your arm and wrote something down.

"My personal and work number. If you ever need anything, call me. Doesn't matter the time or day, I'm here for you kid."

You looked up at him with a wide smile. "God you're gonna make me cry again." The two chuckled as you tried to wipe away the tears. Taking a step out of the car, you gave Rick one last hug before you made your way home.

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This was a a little idea I came up with last night. I read that the VAs in Creature Commandos are going to play their characters irl so I compared Rick Flag Sr and Rick Flag Jr and...

PEAK casting, I applaud who ever did this 👏

[elainsgirl]

I just had to let this out: I was lurking on Elriel edits on tiktok and saw lot's of comments on why people prefer Elucien or Gwynriel and it's always one of the following reasons: it's too predictable, 3 sisters and 3 brothers, Elain doesn't deserve Az or can't handle his darkness. Always one of these.

Like they don't even bother to list as to why they want their own ship or have solid reasons aside from how they don't like Elriel so they like another.

It almost sounds like: Elriel isn't good so I want ... or ... ship.

It's amazing how most like/want their own ship because of their dislike for Elain/Elriel.

I can't wait for her book to come out so that Sjm can prove how all had been wrongly judging Elain's power and personality ❤️. How she has an amazing strength and is beautiful inside and out. How she is strong enough to handle Azriel's darkness, altough I think the main reason Azriel wants to be around Elain is because he admires and loves her light/her peacefulness.

I also want more to realize that Azriel has this domestic side which longs for the peace and quiet that Elain can offer in relationship. Them sitting in the garden and her baking bread while he taking it from her like the husband of the house. These are already shown to us. I just hate how people ignore that some couple are like this and if that is boring and predictable to you then maybe read some mystery romances that are less predictable as to who will end up with who 😬.

Elriel is so beautiful and underrated within the fandom that it hurts 🤧

They are all thropes together. Opposite attract yet also very similar to each other, forbidden love and pining/yearning, dark and light/ moody and sunshine, friends to lovers and maybe also love at first sight since we don't know much about their POV yet and to when exactly the attraction started. And I can go on and on

Hey anon 🫶

Saying elriel is too predictable is so funny because thats the point. You’ve successfully managed to pick up the foreshadowing Sjm was laying out, Nessian were predictable and obvious yet no one cared as much. 3 sisters x 3 brothers is literally fate and seems predestined which is the whole point of the acotar series. Idk I just think if you really hate the direction the series is going in you can always dnf instead of criticising it. It is a book from the fantasy genre which is often filled with cliches or repetitive plots. Im not even going to argue w Elain not being able to handle Azriels darkness- those antis just coddle elain and treat her as some oblivious child.

Most antis only ship Ga/El bcs they just dont like elriel. With the other ships they’re so undeveloped that you can shape them to be however you want which is 10x more favourable.

YES! I can’t wait for Elains book to change so many peoples minds about her and show how much of a beautiful strong character she is in her own way, a different kind of strength. Im hopinh Elains character makes more people opem to softer coded fmcs. I agree, Elain seems to offer Az peace and quiet. Two people that can just exist together, understanding and truly seeing the other the way no one else has. She isn’t afraid of Azriel, his powers or scars and he didn’t back down and act as though she was crazy during acowar. They’re not afriad of each other. I truly love how Mass wrote them to be & cant wait for her to explore them more. Azriel’s domestic side always comes out with Elain and its just the cutest watching the big, scary shadowsinger blush bcs of Elain, taking her out, flying with her etc.

Elriel truly have the best tropes, and I know more people would like them if Lucien wasn’t Elains mate or Elain was more Nesta/Gwyn coded which sucks but these same people will read the elriel book and maybe change their mind - and see the amazing couple they were missing out on for years 🤭

I think thats one thing im really intrigued to know - Elain and Azriels first impressions. What was going through Azriels mind when he smiled at Elain clutching her fork. What did Elain see in Az that put her at ease and made her ask him questions. There’s so much backstory for elriel that I hope Mass writes and gives to us.

[samthegreenapologist]

Rating: Explicit

Tags: background alicole, manipulation, pnv!sex , Oral F receiving, doggystyle, Targaryen princess OC, Criston’s depressed inner thoughts, toxic alicole relationship, sad ending

Word Count: 3.5k

“Lord hand?” The Queen’s strained voice called out in his direction. It took the knight a moment to realize that she was speaking to him. He still was not completely wrapped his mind around the position that Aegon had bestowed upon him. He was hardly used to even sitting at this table with the small council let alone being asked his opinion on a topic. Alicent noted his dazed expression right away when he met her urging gaze and restated her sentiment.

“The princess has been increasingly restless, perhaps it is best we allow her passage home.”

He understood now why the queen was calling for his opinion, she wanted his support. That had been something he had always given to her without hesitation or any concern for the scrutiny he might face for following her commands fully. She was his Queen, he had sworn to protect her, to serve her… and in her candle lit chambers kissing her flesh he had silently sworn to love her as well. 

“Rhaenyra will only feel we are taking another child from her,” The men around the table were grumbling, her words were not swaying their opinions. “Perhaps sending her home would grant us the ability to speak reason with Rhaenyra? It could avoid further escalation.” 

The other lords were looking to him for comment, for a decision on this matter. To let him be the one to cast aside the Queen Regents illogical suggestions.

“It would give her cause access to another dragon.” 

He did not look at the Queen as he stomped down her suggestion by stating the obvious. He did not care to see her big brown eyes shocked from this action, that he knew she would view as a betrayal. But he did not think she had much of a right to be so irritated with him. It was becoming increasingly difficult to continuously support somebody he felt was not making intelligent choices and who did not show any indication that she even had a small level of appreciation for the sacrifice and attention he had shown to her for years. People snickered at his dedication to her and he was beginning to feel she treated him as a toy, especially as of late now that she was bitter about her life and position of fleeting power. She expected him to follow her like a dog, piping in to support her claims during the day and scurrying into her chambers once the hour of the bat arrived. There just long enough for her to ride atop his lap or plant herself over his mouth…just to reach her release and then fuss about the hour and how these actions were wrong and send him on his way with a scolding. 

Ser Criston was unable to stop the cyclical thoughts about his frustration regarding the queen as he took the steps in the tower two at a time, his eyes focused up the spiraling steps towards the chambers the princess had been confined to for moons now. 

"Princess," 

His knock upon the hard oak door had her rising from her spot by the small window at once and the simple gown she chose to wear most days flowed back down over her stocking covered feet just as the Knight entered. She stayed silent as he placed his helmet on the small table beside the doorway, finding it best to let him guide these discussions. In the past he had simply left her alone if she started up right away with the begging or weeping to be sent home, free from this chambers and far from the Red Keep. 

“We discussed the performances at night, have we not? The carrying on only makes the council feel you would scorn us all should you be allowed leave.” They had spoken of this many times before, she claimed her desire was just to go home and mourn her brother with her family insisting that she wanted no part in this war. 

“Yes My Lord.” She had made sure to call him that since he began appearing with the necklace of hands around his neck. It did her no good to disrespect his position especially when she knew he had been her mothers sworn shield. Her mother had selected his name to be written in the book so surely he was a good knight, an honorable man. He could help her…at least that was what she prayed for and what she had begun to believe was true since he initially mentioned the idea of being able to slip her out in the night.

Criston Cole looked to the small window for a moment as he sighed, weight dropping from his shoulders as the air left his lungs. This room was a respite for him, though it was a cage for her. 

“I am doing what I can,” he lied stepping a bit closer to her “But you must play your part too, the sweet girl.” he reminded and his eyes seem to notice the simplicity of her gown, practically just a nightgown with the addition of cloth stocking on her feet to keep them warm against the cold stone floor. Her light lilac colored eyes flickered up at him, some hope in them given his comments. 

“Forgive me,” she shook her head, scolding herself some. “It just…it becomes so lonely when you do not visit, my days melt together. I could not sleep.” she explained to him her pale hand coming up to delicately touch his chest plate, fingers light as if he could feel her touch even over all the armor. 

“You’ve missed my company?” His voice’s stiffness almost faltered and gave away how desperately he had needed to hear that. Affirmation that she needed him, that she looked forward to his company. It made something deep within him stir.

She simply nodded and rose up onto the tips of her toes to make her tall enough to kiss his cheek just above where his beard began to sprout on his face. The lord hand did not take a moment to reflect on the fact that he was the only company she ever got other than the maids bringing her necessities and coming to help her bathe on occasion. Aemond, the reason she had been here in the first place certainly did not come to her chamber. He likely felt relieved that this conflict had kept their betrothal from moving forward. Criston was the only person who seemed to care to speak to her and so she had realized quickly that he was who she needed to convince to free her. 

“You look lovely” His hand came to hold her cheek, the leather of his glove cool on her face, keeping her close to him. A fondness had developed. Performative at first on her part but true closeness had developed due to the contact and sprinklings of hope he gave to her. 

Alicent did not let him compliment her, she only wanted his mouth on her cunt, or his cock to ride. The queen had not kissed him at all the last few times he had been in her rooms after dark. She simply seeked his company for self satisfaction and then looked at him with disgust or shame. It made him feel like a whore. 

Used. 

“The queen spoke of releasing you,” a truth. “I’m getting through to her,” a lie that he did not dwell on because he had pressed his lips to her jaw and bit at her some before soothing the flesh with a kiss. 

“I always had faith you would.”

The airness that developed so quickly in her voice made the knight smirk slightly as he began to remove his armour. They had done this enough times now that she knew how to help him with the latches and knots so he was free of the hard material in a short time. She could see how hard he was breathing now that that armour was pulled away, with it the silver chain of hands too, revealing only his hairy bare chest and golden pendant. She reached to fiddle with the chain but his hands had found her waist and pushed her back until she could feel the hardness of the wall behind her. It was her chest turn to pound.

“I do not want you to feel so neglected you weep at night.” he said simply. As if bedding her now was a favor he did exclusively for her. Perhaps it was easier for him to imagine it that way. That he was helping her, helping her with all of this. Pleasure for company and empty promises for peace of mind?

Her eyebrows raised up at the front and pinched together in the most entrancing way when he would squeeze at her sides. She was not ashamed of his touch, she lavished in the moment of connection. Alicent was the Queen Dowager, but she could be his princess.

“Then do not neglect me”

Gods, She has so much of the quick wit her mother had. To avoid that thought he let his hands explore up her bodice and grope at her chest as his face dropped down to kiss upon her collar bones, his nose settled in the crook of her neck taking in her soft scent.

Criston was breathing hard. The air puffing out over her neck and warming her flesh a great deal as his hands pulled at the back of the gown. 

“Criston-“ she wanted to ask if he was alright, but his lips silenced her right away. She should be used to the intensity and eagerness he always had when he came up for a visit, but it always seemed to increase in intensity.

The tenseness of his shoulders made it so her fingertip could barely push into the skin when she grasped onto him so she knew he was quite a bit stressed, more than normal. Perhaps something that happened in the war? She wanted nothing more than to ask but he would get closed off if she questioned what was happening to much…weary likely that this was all some attempt at acquiring information for her mother. 

He was completely lost in her chest now, his large hand was keeping her firmly down against the windowsill so his face could enjoy her breasts. Mouthing freely at her flesh until he lapped at her nipple, warming one before moving to the next and as soon as he heard her soft breathy whimper he bit down. 

“Whining at night…” he huffed out a bit breathless as he regrettably pulled back from her chest  “does my princess need her knight every evening?” He growled looking down at her and his hand slid up her soft sides feeling her skin shift with his hand until his thumb was rubbing at the thin column of her neck. 

“Can you spare that time for me?” Her chin raised up and her heart pounded. That answer clearly pleased him because he had started to rut himself against her lower half. Harshly enough that she needed to wrap her legs around him so she was not pressed against the glass of the window too much. He couldn’t help but seek more of her after a question like that. She needed him, she appreciated that he was busy but she clearly wanted to be selfish and ask for his company more. She was the opposite of Alicent…she valued him.

The both of them needed connection and hope enough that they could use one another for these small moments without having to reflect on the greater actions at play. She could imagine her white knight would kiss her and set her free and he could pretend to be the longed for lover that saves her. 

Criston's trousers were shoved down by his own hand when he let her up so she could move to the bed and before he could reach her he was treated to a delicious show of her pale tights being bared to him as the stockings were removed. He all but growled at the sight. She was prettier than her mother had been at this age and so much more appreciative. His thick cock was bobbing with anticipation at the view of her and he made an audible noise of need when he caught a glimpse of the silver swatch of hair against her pink cunny. 

She was stretched for him by this point and he found a great bit of pleasure in seeing the small gape she had. He would have a lasting impact…her body would not be able to forget he had been there and in a world where his lovers…the women he worshiped casted him aside he needed to know that she wouldn’t be able to forget how he had fucked her…how he had made her feel. That would not fade like bruises from overzealous kisses on a neck. Their chest slid together as he came down overtop of her his hips nestled between her spread thighs and they kissed one another for a long while.

His golden pendant and some of the chain pooled in the valley between her breasts while his shaft slid between her folds, his tip reddened with blood bumped at her tender bud as he readied her, waiting to feel she was damp enough to take him. She did not rush him, there was no fast rump between meetings nor hushed encounters late at night when the maids left. He had her all to himself here, he was the one in charge. Most times he had her suckle at his cock to make it wet but on days when her release was mentioned he’d opt to kiss her, and hold her like this…perhaps to convince himself that she enjoyed this closeness enough that he was justified in keeping her here for these selfish reasons. 

When her whimpers turned into outright moans he knew she was ready. That point was punctuated by the fact that her pussy had swelled and gotten heated…she was so very reactive to him. He fought the urge to lap at her cunt…to taste the pleasure that was leaking from her. He would save that to help her reach her peak. He always ensured she came, no matter how roughly he took her he did still want her to experience that numbing bliss. His hands easily lifted her up, grabbing her wide bottom and placing a few kisses at the shell of her ear.

“Turn around” 

She yelped at the bite that accompanied his demand and compiled instantly. Crumbling back down to the bed but this time on her stomach for him. It took three swats to her ass and a solid pinch to her milky thighs for her to raise her butt up and open her knees for him. The words of praise he gave her were drowned out by the loud gasp pulled from her lips because of how abruptly he had entered her. His cock had been lined up expertly so with a bit of pressure he was able to seat himself fully into her. He swore Targaryens had the warmers cores, it drove him mad and had him gripping onto her hips harder than he needed to. Her forehead was pressed down against the quilt on the bed and she panted against the fabric as Ser Criston pulled his hips back and then shoved them back towards her at a rapid pace with quite a bit of force. He outright growled when he realized that her noises were being muffled by the fabric so he sent one hand up her back to the nape of her neck and let his fingers slide against her scalp, her silky silver hair filling in the spaces between his fingers before he pulled his hands back to lift her face up. 

“Ahh! Gods Ser-mmm,” she was devolving to incoherence…which he quite liked. He loved that he pushed her to a point where she could not keep herself buttoned up. She let go, not bashful of the noises that she made, certainly not concerned about the lewd sound that was occurring between his pelvis and her cunt. The wet slapping would be enough for anybody to know what was occurring within these walls. But she was his princess…he had been tasked at handling her, just him. Feeling how she cried out and her hips twitched against his hands made him pull her completely up so her back was to his chest and with a panting breath he growled into her ear. 

“You’re mine” he told her, with no room for debate in his tone.

When her core began to clench around him and his tip throbbed within her he did seem to sober up enough to realize he needed to remove himself from her. Gods know he wanted to fill her, wanted to see his seed drip down her swollen folds. But then things would be ruined if she was with child, people would notice and she wouldn’t be his princess in the tower anymore. So he panted as he mustered up all his good sense and  pulled himself out. She knew to stay in her spot, her cunt on display for him and he could see her small breasts hanging just slightly down below her stomach as she caught her breath and her core constricted over and over around nothingness while he fisted his cock. Making long strokes and groaning quite vocally as his sensitive tip was stimulated by his foreskin moving up and down. 

“Let me-“ the princess began, about to suggest she suckle at him, but his hand, the delicious view and her concern for his own pleasure sent him over the edge and the knight's thighs trembled as his seed ended up splayed across her slightly reddened bottom. 

“Seven hells.” 

Both of their panting was filling the air for a minute or so while he rubbed his hand up and down the side of her leg and circled her hip bone. Then once he regained enough air in his lungs he released her hair from his hand and started to lean his head down to press a kiss to her engorged clit and felt how she was twitching. It wouldn’t take much to get her to her peak. It was easy to urge her into her back, and instantly he braced his hands on the underside of her knees and pushed her legs towards her upper body which opened her up completely to him.

“We can’t have you whining tonight princess….” He murmured with a smirk as he ducked down and licked a swatch over her dripping core. She was nodded down at him quickly.

“I w-won’t.” She swore to him raising her hips up as much as she could in this position and he praised her promise by doubling down on his efforts and pushing his greedy tongue into her core savoring the taste as his nose nudged over and over at the underside of her clit until she had begun to clench against him once more. His grunts and breath only made for vibrations that sent her further into overstimulation. The princess whimpers turned into trembling moans again. She cried out, her stomach sucking in as she reached her peak and then puffing out as she rutted once more against his face before her muscles went limp.

He pulled his face back and wiped his hand over his mouth and some of his beard, a breathless grin on his face as he took in her weakened state. She clutched to him after her release and he lavished in these moments. When she held to him, not one thought in her mind to push him from the room like Alicent always did.

“I will miss this.” She was still catching her breath as he wrapped her up against his chest. The comment made Criston nod stiffly and hold her a bit tighter.

“As will I princess.” She looked up at him, her pale lilac eyes filled again with hope. He could not crush her “Soon you will return home, let me arrange a few more things.” He lied as she smiled and gently fiddled with the chain of his necklace as she settled against him, rest coming easy to her due to the comfort of those vows. 

Ser Criston Cole would not have to choose between his own self interest and being her hero for in a weeks time the marcher would set course for Harrenhall. He would not feel her soft flesh again, not see her eyes so desperate to be free, he would not ever pick up on the soft undertone of sadness in her voice as she bid him a goodbye and luck on his day of activities. He would never need to lie to his princess again for he would not return to the red keep and she would never leave it. 

[itsgonnagetinspiringsoon]

I cannot possibly describe how important this is to me

[dootznbootz]

I think some folks MAY have gotten the wrong idea about how I feel about Circe with some of my posts. So, to clear the air...

Homies, I love that fucked up sorceress.

I love how we're never given a reason why she turns people into animals. That's so funny and so awful. And another potion-making magic gal?!?! I love that she's just basically vibing on an island doing whatever she wants. I even love the fact that she scares Odysseus shitless! She's morally gray and that's why she's FUN.

I just sincerely hate when people try to girlboss her or have her be a victim of SA when she never was Looking at you, Miller. Especially when she was actually the one who coerced Odysseus in exchange for his men being transformed back into humans. And even then, while he was clearly afraid of her, (it's in the language of the Odyssey) she likely meant him no harm after a certain point. He just didn't know that.

Why does she need a reason to do awful things? Why can't she just be a goddess who does whatever she wants? That's the reason why I love her!!! She's fucked up!!! :D

I hate what the Telegony did to her as well! >:( You're telling me, this sorceress goddess, who makes potions (!!!) wouldn't have magic contraceptives??? Would WANT CHILDREN?!?! WITH THE PATHETIC WIFEMAN?! No. Fuck no. Eugammon of Cyrene, I have beef with you 🤬

Anyways!!! Understand all the "#anti circe" I have is simply Anti "Girlboss Circe" or the book. I genuinely think she's neat af as her morally gray, fucked up sorceress self and just get frustrated with...everything :'D

[lesbianwyllravengard]

That's a neat serennedy analysis post but the comment ab the scene being the most humanity shown in all of resident evil is so incorrect and just more proof that no one in this fandom pays attention to female characters or just any character who isn't Leon

[minakoaiinos]

ALSO adding on to my last post I have seen a bunch of people around all social media say things about the state of shoujo anime in recent years all along the lines of saying there are less shoujo anime bc women's perspectives and stories are viewed as less profitable than shounen and that's probably not untrue in terms of executive's reasoning but also every time there is a shoujo anime made literally all I ever see people talk about are the guy romantic partners and if anyone says anything about liking the woman main character it's always through the filter of saying things like aww the guy loves her so much and it's like. The girls on the shows aren't talking to each other about anything but men the audience isn't talking about anything but men etc. You want women's perspectives. But the only perspective you want is to only keep talking about liking men.

[monards]

i know hoyo is setting up rhine to have good intent and whatever in her trying to 'save' khaneri'ah or whatever; but i REALLY hope they stay with the cruel persona thats been built up for her. because it would be so wonderful to see a character who had good intent in the beginning just get absolutely corrupted; with the inability to ever go back to that prior state purely because of what had happened. also because there is NO way in her turning back after all that shit

[lisbonsteresa]

you ever just

[orcelito]

Sasuke is Out! Sasuke is Doing things! What will Sasuke do?! I have no idea!!! I've never gotten this far in the story before, so I have no idea how things are going from here!!!! But Sasuke is Loose!!!!!!

Quoting this post to myself as I see Sasuke walking around and doing things. I haven't seen this guy do anything in like a hundred episodes. It's so exciting

[iidsch]

now that i've completed all the character episodes and fought with or against all characters i can finally make a tier list with my opinion on everyone ✌

[wizardnuke]

yalls tags on the caleb astrid post are all SO spot on thank you for understanding the uh. canon that was given to us. not saying that anyone doesnt. but i am.