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chickenjokey · 6 months ago

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Hi everyone, and welcome! ^-^

This is my very first post on Tumblr, annddd my very first fanfiction I have ever wrote! Please be kind (I am scared) and thank you for reading if you do! <3 This is very lightly edited, so I apologize for any inconsistencies/grammar/or OOC characters.

Description: It's a late night on the Sunny, and you can't stop thinking about that moss-head, Zoro. You sit below the stars as you replay the events of the day when you ask Zoro to train with you where you accidentally land on him, causing some feelings to arise.

18+ only!!

Content warning and brief description: sexual themes/smut at end, slight choking/loving!Zoro/ Dom!Zoro/ fem AFAB reader/ (Y/N) used

Word count: 8K

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It was a long night in the Thousands Sunny. You lay wide awake in bed, staring at the wooden ceiling. Your hair has become knotted and tangled from all the tossing and turning you have done to try and get comfortable, but to no avail. The soft hissing of the wind leaking into your room through tiny cracks and holes was always a calming sound, but tonight, it felt like the wind itself was laughing at you. You heaved an annoyed sigh as you could only imagine how late it was, and you would be exhausted if you didn’t sleep now.

The soft snores and breathing of Nami and Robin could just barely be heard over the sounds of the waves crashing onto the boat. It felt like your body was buzzing with energy despite using it all up to train today. But that’s where your mind is right now. That’s why you can’t sleep. You can’t close your eyes for more than a few seconds before your mind replays today's events.

Your body sits up straight. You needed fresh air and to clear your mind. Slowly but surely, you unravel yourself from the tangle of your sheets and press your feet against the cool floor. It was definitely a wanted feeling; to feel a stark contrast of temperature against your body seemed to give you the motivation you needed to slip on your favorite slippers and slowly open the door. It seemed the door-squeaking gods were smiling upon you this night since the rusted handles didn’t complain loudly enough to wake either Nami or Robin. With a sigh of relief, you closed the door softly behind you and exited the main deck. You remember a few moments too late to bring a blanket or jacket as the nights can bring colder temperatures. Too late… you thought in despair as you wrapped your arms around your chest. Your thin night dress didn’t help an ounce to conceal the body heat that was pretty quickly being blown off of you by the salty wind.

You made your way out to the open, where you could visibly see the stars twinkling their hello’s at you. You find a comfy seat and tuck your knees under you. Your head finds its home at the top of your spine, where you admire the beauty of the night sky. Feelings of peacefulness and wonder fill your chest, replacing the ocean air as it leaves your lungs.

You couldn't get enough of the night sky since you joined the Straw Hat Pirates on their adventures. You came from a heavily populated city, where light cascaded every dark corner. Growing up there, you never saw the sky at its full potential at night. On your first day aboard the Sunny, you couldn’t sit still as you watched the sun leave the horizon. The first few stars of the night were popping up one by one, then in tens, then in thousands, as the sun sank lower and lower. You have never seen such beauty. Luffy didn’t understand and was confused about why you looked up so much. He stood beside you, staring at your face, waiting for you to acknowledge him. Of course, he only stayed a few seconds before he tilted his head up, one hand on his straw hat to hold it on his head and one hand on his hip. His face was confused as he saw nothing out of the ordinary.

“Hey (y/n), what are you looking at? It looks like you’re looking at something really cool. Can you see something I can’t? Whoa (y/n), do you have x-ray vision? That’s so cool. No wonder I can’t see it!”

Before you could even open your mouth to cut Luffy off from his rambling, there was a loud THWACK sound and an annoyed groan from your captain.

“Heyyy, what did you do that for? I just found out our newest member has the coolest ability ever!”

You looked down to see Luffy slightly crouched, his face framed by a huge frown and a big bump on the side of his head. Behind Luffy was Nami, her arms crossed over her chest. Her face was angled up, and her nose was high in the air.

“Ugh, you are such an idiot. Of course, (y/n) doesn’t have x-ray vision, Luffy. She was looking at the stars.”

“Huh? The stars? What about them?”

Luffy’s bewildered expression had only made you laugh harder. Your gaze then drifted to the others, who were watching the exchange with varying degrees of amusement. You could only hope they didn’t hear about Luffy’s accusation, but Usopp and Chopper clambered over to you before the prayer could reach heaven.

“Wow, x-ray vision! That must be so cool! I could see broken bones if I could do that!” Before you could interject Chopper, Usopp jumped onto the nearest chair and declared that he could take down any enemy that stood in our way with that ability.

“Guys! I don’t have X-ray vision! I don’t even know how Luffy correlated that to looking at the stars…” You ran your fingers through your hair and let out another laugh.

Chopper and Usopp looked crestfallen for a split second but immediately jumped back up to talk about everything they would do with X-ray vision. You looked back towards Nami, who looked like she was about to give Luffy another angry red bump to his face as she explained what stars were. Looking past them, you find Sanji mooning over Robin, who just said thank you to him as Sanji made her a cup of tea. His legs swooning left and right, his arms straight up in the air as he loudly proclaimed he would get her tea from across the world if he had to just for her. You glanced away to be met with Zoro’s gaze, who was looking at you in a silent challenge.

You got along swimmingly with almost everyone but Zoro. Nami and Robin were already your closest friends there. Usopp is incredibly funny, even when he doesn’t think he is, and you feel very comfortable with the long-nosed man. Sanji almost pissed his pants when he found out another woman was joining. You like to say you are very good at reading emotions. You can usually tell what someone is feeling, from the slightest twitch of a lip to eyebrows furrowing to even just blinking. Looking into Zoro’s eyes, you feel a stone wall. His face is stoic, devoid of emotion. The only emotion he portrayed tonight was anger, as Sanji called him a moss-headed buffoon. You look over at Zoro once more. You didn’t feel intimidated by the frown he gave you; curiosity swelled inside you as you took him in. His large arms were crossed over his white shirt, his green hair a little messy from his small fight with Sanji, and his three swords glimmered in the moonlight against his side. You found yourself looking at him a little too much, so you turned back to Nami, pretending not to notice, but your thoughts remained with him.

The swordsman's eyes did not sway away from you, and you noticed as you tried to give quick glances at him to see if he was still looking. Nami excused herself to bed after a minute of you just nodding and giving her a one-word response. This just left you and the swordsman. Was he going to come over to talk to you, you wondered? You brought yourself over to the railing and leaned on to it. Your hands rested against your cheeks as your elbows found small indents in the wooden railing to rest in. Your right leg twirled in front of your left leg as you once again looked out over the dark sky. You couldn’t hear the thumps of footsteps approaching you over the wind, so you jumped back with one hand over your heart and the other over your mouth as the green-haired man appeared next to you. While he was not expecting this reaction, he didn’t expect you to lose your footing after you jumped back from him. Your leg got caught trying but failing to unwind itself from your other leg before you felt yourself fall backward. Before your left arm could make contact with the railing to try and catch yourself before you ate shit in front of the one person you wanted to impress, strong warm hands grabbed both of your wrists. Your falling body froze in mid-air before it made contact with the ground. You look up to see a smirking Zoro with his hands wrapped around your wrists tightly. The moonlight was doing wonders that night. The soft white light cast the perfect shadows over his arm muscles, making them look like they were bulging out more than before. The wind pushed his shirt flat against his chest, making all his muscles and veins pop under the soft glow. A shaky breath left your mouth, and you had to blink several times to realize this was real life. You actually almost tripped and fell in front of Zoro- one of the most well-known swordsmen. And now he’s holding your wrists, looking at you with amusement. A few teeth were even peeking out from his now-growing smile.

Red-hot embarrassment immediately made its way up to your face. You could feel your cheeks reddening and hoped the wind would cool it down before it was visible or dark enough to conceal. Before you could move up on your own, Zoro pulled your wrists down next to him so you stood up straight in front of him. You were now a few inches apart. You could feel your cheeks growing redder by the second as your wide eyes made contact with his.

“Better be careful there (y/n),” he said, his deep voice sending a shiver down your spine. “Wouldn’t want you falling in and gettin’ wet.”

He released you, smirking, before leaving you flustered and frozen in place.

Ever since that first day, you would catch Zoro looking at you with an unreadable expression. There were small instances where you would pass each other in the corridor where his fingers would brush against yours in the slightest touch, or his hand would lightly touch the small of your back if he were squeezing by you in the kitchen. It would be nothing to note if it didn’t feel like a single touch from him ignited a fire inside you.

An icy breeze brings you back to the present, the few months since joining the crew feeling both short and significant, and you couldn’t be more grateful to have met them. The delicious foods and drinks Sanji prepares each day, the sisterhood you have gained from Nami and Robin, and the unwavering loyalty of Franky, Usopp, and Chopper have filled you with a sense of contentment you have never felt before. But with Zoro, it feels like more. Maybe it’s one-sided, or you’re reading between the lines, but you and Zoro have had an unspoken friendship over the past few months. The thought of Zoro makes you recall your training session today.

It was a slow and boring day aboard the Sunny. Some crew members were messing around or in the kitchen, hiding away from the blazing heat, waiting for Sanji to finish making lunch. You approached Zoro while he lifted the most enormous weight you have ever seen over his head with one arm. His shirt was off, which allowed you to take in his sizeable tan chest, crisscrossed with scars. Sweat was gliding down his back, arms, and chest, giving him a glossy appearance. You cleared your throat to present yourself. You were dressed pretty slimly, too. A sports bra and tight-fitting shorts in your favorite color. Zoro’s eyes met yours and gave you a once-over. His eyes left a fire trail down your body before resting back on your face. He did it slowly and with no shame, leaving you slightly embarrassed.

“Hey, I just wanted to come to ask if you wanted to train? It’s a pretty slow day for me, but if you’re busy, it’s totally alright.” God, what was wrong with you? It was like you couldn’t even talk to the man anymore! You tried to suck up the awkwardness you felt by straightening yourself and meeting his eyes once more.

“Yeah, sure. Just give me a second.” He mumbled.

“Yeah, no problem!” You shifted your weight, trying to ease the awkwardness. “I was actually wondering if you could train me on a little hand-to-hand combat?”

He had put his weight to the side and tossed a dry towel over his body to clean off sweat. He walked up to you, and without tilting his head down to meet your gaze, he stared at you from down his nose and gave you a smirk.

“Hand-to-hand sounds fun,” he said, wiping sweat from his brow. “I’ve been needing to get into it more since I’m usually training with swords.” He lifted an arm to scratch his neck before finally looking at you entirely.

“Ya ready?” he asked. You nodded your head, a bead of sweat rolling down your temple. You both took your places a few feet apart and assumed the stance. He threw his hand first, which you easily blocked, and threw a right hook at his shoulder. He was quick to dodge, and your speeds evenly matched.

Zoro lunged first. You blocked and countered with a swift right hook. He dodged it with a quick arm block and threw a fist, aiming for your left shoulder. You sidestepped, hooked an arm around his neck, and twisted. He countered, pushing you down with surprising strength. You hit the deck, breath knocked out of you.

Zoro pinned you, his grip firm on your wrists. For a moment, you locked eyes, his breath warm on your face. Taken by surprise, your brain turned to mush. Any and all of your training and fighting knowledge left your brain instantly. His legs were on either side of your body, and he used his weight to keep you down. You quickly regained thought and tried to hit a blow at his head and another at his chest to throw him off, but Zoro’s hold on your wrist was so tight it would surely leave bruises.

Both of you were panting, chests rising and falling in unison to catch a breath. You met Zoro’s eyes defiantly, waiting for him to move off, but instead his head lowered closer to yours, his mouth coming right next to your ear. The only sounds you could hear were the clanking of his golden earrings and the small pants coming from his mouth.

“I thought you were a pro?” He breathed. “ Show me what you got.”

He lifted himself, but not without stopping briefly at your face and giving you a teasing look. Zoro let you go and assumed his position again. You were left a little flustered and confused on the ground. His words should have motivated you to really show him your skills, but you were unsure if you felt turned on instead. You glanced at Zoro again, heart pounding. Why did he always have this effect on you? Every brush of his fingers sent sparks up your spine. You had to get a grip.

Steeling your nerves, you quickly hopped up. Zoro’s eyes lazily watched as a drop of sweat made its way down your chest. You charged at him with impressive speed and went in for a jab, aiming at his jaw. He pushed your jab out of the way and tried to grab you by the shoulder, but you were too quick and dodged it. You used a move you have been hiding up your sleeve by using your leg to offset Zoro and pushing him down. You were now the one on top, straddling his thick waist. His head hit the deck hard as the attack took him by surprise, and his hands instinctively took place on your waist. Zoro’s head was still resting against the floor, his chest heaving. You shamelessly let your eyes trail from his pointed jawline to his neck and then to his chest, where your hands now reside.

“I win.” You smiled. “I took down the great swordsman Roronoa Zoro.” You said before trying to get up off of Zoro before it was too awkward, but firm hands held you down despite your efforts to get up.

“Huh- Zoro?” You looked at him questionably. His head slowly raised from the floor, and his piercing gaze met yours. His jaw was clenched, his nose flared, and his eyebrows furrowed. His eye was unreadable but still sent a jolt straight down to your core. His hands still had a vice grip on your waist, causing you to straighten up your back. Zoro let out a small groan as you shifted your body on top of him. His ear tips were flushed red, and his mouth was slightly open, still panting.

“Zoro, are you okay? Is it too hot outside?” You looked up at the sky where the sun still let its unruly heat bear down. “Let me go get some water.” Before you could move, he damn near whimpered out a “No…” He cleared his throat and looked at you in a way you have never seen before. “I’m fine,” He sighed. “Just like this..”

A light smirk rested on his lips while your wide eyes met his half-lidded ones. You looked down at the compromising position you have landed yourself in. Your legs were bent on either side of his waist, and you could pretty much feel him against your core. A shaky inhale made its way into your lungs. The feeling of him slightly hard against your cunt brought on an ocean of desire.

“I- I’m sorry! I, um, didn’t realize! I’ll…. I’ll just…” You spouted with embarrassment as blush made its way across your whole body. You pressed your hands against his chest, using him as a way to get up. Thankfully, he let you get up by releasing his hold on your waist, which felt tingly and sensitive after his hold. Your hands trembled slightly as you stood up, trying to shake off the mixture of embarrassment and immense arousal you felt. Zoro followed suit, pushing himself up from the deck with ease. He rolled his shoulders, stretching his neck from side to side as if the entire encounter hadn’t even happened.

"Good move," he said, his voice low and steady as he walked to you. He met your wide eyes with lust and amusement. “Thanks…” you whispered.

You cleared your throat, trying to regain your composure.

“I’m uh… gonna go shower..?” You said stiffly and awkwardly as you shuffled your feet and looked anywhere but Zoro’s eyes. His dark eye was staring at you with an intensity any woman would quiver under. Gathering your belongings, you quickly left to your room before he could say anything else.

That night at dinner, you were physically there at the table, but your mind was in the clouds, thinking about Zoro and the interaction that had enfolded. Your eyes were trained on your nails as you anxiously picked at the cuticle.

I hope things aren’t awkward between us but God… he looked amazing. Felt amazing, even.

You couldn’t help but remember the feeling of straddling him. Your hands pressed up against his chest, feeling his heart beating rapidly. How your legs were stretched wide to encapture the sheer size of his waist… his glistening tan skin, and the warmth you felt of him against your core…

“(Y/N)!!!!” You felt a hand on your shoulder, causing you to jump, a hand flying up to your mouth to hide the squeak that left your mouth. You turn to see Nami with a scowl on her face glaring at you with concern in her brown eyes.

“Is something wrong? I’ve been calling your name over and over, and you’ve been staring off into space with a weird look in your eyes!” She exasperated. “And you’re flushed!” She exclaimed with a huff as she put a hand on your forehead to test your temperature.

“Oh, I’m sorry, Nami! I was just zoned out… thinking.” You muttered with embarrassment as you looked around the kitchen to see most of the crew was already sitting and looking at you with a concerned look. Well, except Luffy, who looked like he was shaking with impatience with his tongue rolling out of his mouth like a dog as he stared at the food on your plate. Your eyes met Robin’s piercing blue eyes, which looked like she just read you like a book and now knew your deepest darkest secret. She gave you a small smile and a nod towards the doorway.

Your eyebrows furrowed in a question as you gave a slight glance at the entryway to see the beginning tufts of moss-colored hair. Your head snapped forward to the plate of food in front of you. Nothing could tear your gaze away from the plate of steaming food.

Not even the slow, heavy footsteps of boots coming closer to your chair.

Not the beginning feelings of warmth radiating from a warm body on your back.

And not even the breath of a warm exhale of breath that you felt on the top of your head.

A calloused hand reached for the chair next to you, where Zoro took his slow time sitting down. His leg purposefully bumped into yours as a way for you to meet his piercing gaze, but you studied the small cracks and scratches on the plate.

“YAY! Now everyone is here!” yelled Luffy from the head of the table, his arms stretched excitedly towards Sanji.

“SANJI- FOOD!” He slammed his utensils on the table in impatience. While Sanji yelled at him about table etiquette, the warmth of Zoro’s muscles pierced your clothes and into your skin.

Why did he sit next to me?? You screamed in your head. Anxiety started to worm its way into your stomach, causing your leg to bounce in stress. Unbeknownst to you, your leg bouncing was noticed by Zoro, who gave you a cautious look.

You were snapped out of your thoughts when a heavy, warm hand was presented on your thigh. You looked down to see a scarred, veiny hand on your upper leg, his thumb rubbing slowly circles. Your bouncing stopped immediately, followed by a soft gasp of your lips and the tightening of your chest. You almost felt relaxed by the notion, but you were so incredibly turned on by how enticing his hand looked on your bare leg, arousal overriding any other emotion.

“(Y/N), you going to eat, lovely?” Said a worried Sanji.

Zoro tsked. “Yeah, you better eat it all up,” he said aloud with a very obvious smirk, “before it gets too cold.”

You gulped the pool of saliva collecting in your mouth at the hidden meaning behind Zoro’s words. You glanced at him to see him looking down at you with a hard look in his eye. His hand tightened around your leg, almost as a reminder that you need to answer before everyone gets suspicious.

“Yeah! I am, don’t worry.” You said while taking a big forkful of the food and stuffing it in your mouth. Sanji gave a nod of approval before he dug in himself.

Zoro’s hold on your leg lightened but still remained firm. His thumb still making those circles, moving up and around.

Every mouthful you took felt like an hour passed before you could swallow. The feeling of Zoro next to you with his hand so close to your cunt had you closing your thighs, his fingers brushing the insides of your other thigh now. Zoro grunted as if the movement stunned him, but he recovered quickly with a drink of his sake. His hand started to slide up a little more, squeezing and feeling your thigh shamelessly under the table. All the while, you were a flustered, sweating mess. You stuffed the last few bites of food in your mouth, thanked Sanji for the delicious food again, and stood up. Zoro’s hand fell down inconspicuously next to him, almost like nothing happened in the first place. You quickly left the kitchen to your bedroom, the walk uncomfortable due to how soaked your panties were from your wetness.

The night passed without a hitch, and now here you were, sitting under the comforting stars thinking about Zoro.

Zoro. Zoro. Zoro.

It will always be him.

You could never think of anyone else.

It was probably around 4 am right now. The breeze carried the smell of salt and fish. The memories in your head kept you warm, but now you were shivering, your fingers having a slight blue tint to them. Your bones creaked and popped with protest as you stood up, already feeling sore from the training you had today.

You bid the stars a good night, and thank you for being the one constant in your chaotic life. You made your way to the kitchen, hoping a warm cup of tea would give you the warmth you need to return the natural red to your flesh and calm your thoughts enough to get you a few hours of sleep. Pushing open the kitchen door, you head straight towards Robin’s tea cabinet, where you keep your own stache of your favorite kind.

“What in the hell are you doing up?” A deep voice behind you made you gasp and almost drop the teacup, spilling some hot water on yourself.

“Holy shit, Zoro! You scared the hell out of me!” You gasped for breath. You held your tongue in pain as your nerves set off, warning that the water you dropped was currently giving you a fiery burn. “Shit!” you exclaimed. Heavy footfalls approached from behind you as you held your hand with a cold rag. His hand grabbed your slightly burnt hand.

“Didn’t mean to give you a fright.” He mumbled softly. Hearing Zoro speak softly calmed down any annoyance you had about your hand hurting in any way. In fact, the feeling of his rough hand against your soft flesh brought on a comfort you thought only stars could bring. Zoro wet the cloth and held it against your hand.

“You good?” He asked with a raised eyebrow.

You stared at him, mouth agape like a fish out of water, as your mind was still processing what in the hell happened.

“Yeah…I’m good.” You cleared your throat. “Just got burned a little, no biggie.” You smiled to show that you were alright. He gave your hand a squeeze before dropping it slowly with care. You looked at him and asked, “What are you doing in here so late?”

He shuffled his feet and looked at the ground.

“Kept waking up.” He replied almost sheepishly. Zoro gave you a once-over with his dark eye. Your night dress didn’t leave much to the imagination. Your nipples were evidently hard, lips slightly blue, and hair tousled from the cold wind outside. He visibly gulped, his pupils widening out to take you all in.

His eye snapped to your face as you crossed your arms over your chest, unintentionally making your breasts spill out a little from the dress.

“What are you doing here?” He asked almost sternly.

You gave a small frown and a pout from his tone. He’s acting like he’s the only one that can be in this damn kitchen at this hour!

“I couldn’t sleep,” you said. “I sat outside for a bit, but it was freezing, so I came in for some tea to warm up.” You told him with indignation.

“Oh yeah?” He shifted a little closer. “What kept you up?” Zoro asked cautiously. Almost like he wants to know the answer, but at the same time, doesn’t want to know.

You flushed a little at the answer you know you can’t say.

I can’t possibly say HE was the one keeping me up. Him and his stupid muscles and stupid eyes and hair and that stupid look on his face like he knows everything in the world!

You pondered your answer for a little, but for Zoro, you were taking too long.

“Well?” He asked impatiently. He crossed his arms, almost flexing, and moved closer in front of you. Your cheeks were getting more flushed by the second. Quickly acting, you turned around back towards the tea cabinet to hide your glowing cheeks. But a strong hold on your wrist kept you from taking your first steps.

His footsteps grew closer and closer until you could feel the warmth of his chest against your back.

Your breath hitched.

“You gonna answer my question, (Y/N)?” His voice sounded right above your ear. Goosebumps rose along your neck, all the way down your arms, as his warm breath made contact with your skin. If you leaned back at all, your back would make contact with him.

“Uhm..” Your voice cracked as you tried to rack your brain for any response at all.

“Hmm?” His hand was slowly making its way up your arm, fingers lightly brushing against your waist.

“I was… just thinking a lot.” You breathed out. His hand was now nearing your shoulder.

“Wanna tell me about what?” He replied in a deep voice. His hand was now fluttering along the back of your neck, making you tilt your head back a little bit. You gulped and prayed that he couldn’t feel the erratic heartbeat that was about to burst from the artery in your throat. With no reply from you, his fingers nestled into the groove of your neck and jaw. His thumb at the end of your jaw bone, and his fingers now below your chin tilted your head up even further. With nowhere else to look, you made eye contact with him.

His eye was a storm of emotions, his internal wall crumbling down at the sight of you melting in his hands.

“I… I was thinking about today.” You whispered, afraid that if you talked, your voice would only crack some more. Zoro hummed in reply, urging you to continue. His other hand had now found its home on your waist, rubbing and squeezing your flesh. You gulped as you opened your mouth to continue.

“About what happened”

Zoro’s mouth twitched at the corner of his mouth. His gruff voice answered, “And what happened?” He wanted you to say it. Even if it took all night, he wanted you to tell him what he did to you.

With a few moments of silence, the hand on your waist moved to your stomach, his large fingers splayed out. You gasped in surprise at the feeling since you were still looking up into Zoro’s eyes. You were so pathetic in his hands. Your eyes were basically looking at him like a deer in headlights.

“We practiced… and I landed on you,” You pushed out in a somewhat shaky voice. His hand on your stomach started to move lower.

“Yeah, you did,” he said teasingly but in his gruff voice. “Did you like practicing?” He asked.

His hold on your jaw and chin tightened slightly, and the hand on your stomach paused. Your face was flushed red, and your mouth was open, letting out small pants.

“Yes…” You whispered. The hand on the stomach was moving up, now over your ribs.

“Keep talking,” Zoro ordered. His hand was now underneath your breast. You couldn’t help but clench your thighs together, feeling the wetness coat your thighs as you didn’t have panties on.

“I liked it… feeling you,” You murmured.

Zoro exhaled out a groan. His hand rewarded your answer by softly grabbing the bottom of your breast.

“(Y/N)... You don’t know what you do to me.” He spoke into your ear, his head resting against yours. You leaned back, wanting to feel all of him.

A gasp escaped your lips as your back made contact with his muscular chest. Your ass could feel the tip of his hard cock pushing up against his pants.

“What do I do to you?” you asked softly. His nose was pressed into the side of your head, inhaling the scent of the perfume you used during the day and the shampoo you applied during the shower.

Zoro groaned again. He let your chin go, now aiming for your stomach to push your bottom back lightly. His other hand was now fully grabbing your breast, but still cautiously, as if he was waiting for the moment when you would snap and tell him to back away. Your bottom made full contact with his erect cock. A shaky inhale moved through your lips as you felt his impressive length press up against you.

“(Y/N)... I can show you what you do to me,” He said shakily. “If I show you, I won’t be able to stop.”

Time stood still as his words made a direct impact on your sopping cunt.

“Zoro…” You moaned out. “I… I need you.” You declared.

His hands stopped squeezing and feeling your flesh, not yet touching you in the places you need him the most. He turned you around to face him.

Zoro looked beautiful. His eye was half-lidded, mouth glistening with saliva from when he would wet his lips, and his ears were tipped with red- his own blush.

His hands met your waist, pulling you close so you just feel his erection, but not so close to where you can’t see his whole face.

“Are you sure?” He breathed. “I won’t be able to turn back if we do this. There is no way in hell I can move on after I fuck you.”

Your pussy clenched around nothing at the declaration of words finalized in the air. You met his steady gaze. Adoration, lust, and fear clouded his gaze.

"Zoro.." You swallowed. "Yes, I need you," your hands gripped his shirt. "I can't stop thinking about you. Your face, your hair, your voice, and how god damn hot you look without a shirt." You took steady breaths in and out at your confession, worried you took it a step further than you intended to.

Zoro's breath got stuck in his throat. His hands gripped yours, which were taking handfuls of his shirt. The silence from Zoro made you panic.

"It's not just today. It's every day." You clenched your eyes shut, scared to see disgust in his eyes. "I really like you, Zoro. I have for awhile and it's okay if you don't feel the same, really, I wouldn't- mmh!"

Zoro's lips crashed into yours at impeccable speed, almost knocking your head back, but his hand caught the back of your head. His other hand held the small of your back, pushing you closer to him. Your hands instinctively took place on his shoulder and his head, gripping his hair. After a few seconds, Zoro pulled away slightly, lips plump from the rough kissing.

"Do you ever stop talking, woman?" He murmured softly with a soft smile. His hand went to your ass, making you gasp.

"I've had my eyes on you since day one." He whispered against your lips. "I can't stop thinking about you, either. Your laugh, your smile, your stupid jokes." He gave your lips a small peck before he kissed the corner of your mouth, making his way down your jaw and to your throat. You gripped his hair, pushing him closer to your skin, savoring the feeling of his open mouth kisses against your most sensitive places along your throat.

"Zoro..." You moaned softly. His grip on your head and ass tightening as you moaned his name.

In between kisses, he kept telling you all the things he couldn't get off his mind. Your hair, your body, your hands, your beautiful face.

"I can't wait another day. I need you." He moaned as his lips were nearing your collar bone.

"Take me, then. Please..." You had no strand of self-respect in you to not plead. His lips felt like fire against you. A fire you couldn't put out. A fire you craved oh so dearly.

Zoro moaned in response. He pushed you back against the counter, his right hand found home on your breast, and his left on the back on your thigh. You threw your head back as his kisses made his way down to your breast that was being held by his veiny hand. Your hand gripped and pulled at his green strands, making him groan in response. His knee slotted between your thighs, making you mewl out at the first contact your wet cunt has been given.

Zoro pushed down the straps to your dress, making your tits pop out. His head rose from your chest, backing away to take in your whole chest.

"Shit, (Y/N)." His hand made contact with your bare flesh. Fingers nimbly taking your hard nipple in his fingers and rolling it around. You gripped his arm, feeling his muscles against your flesh. One of your hands made his way to his chest, wanting- no- needing to touch him. While Zoro's hand was preoccupied with one nipple, he took the other in his mouth, lips wrapped around your most sensitive area.

"Mmm, Zoro." You ran your nails up his chest and down his back. "I need... I need you." You couldn't help but whimper out. You pathetically started to grind on his knee, needing some sort of relief. He removed his hand from your breast and held your hips still. You were helplessly moaning out his name, pleading for him to pleasure you more. His lips left your nipple with a pop as he looked at you with an almost drunk expression.

"You that desperate, huh? That needy?" He moved his leg away from your cunt, causing you to wine out. Even if his hand stopped you from moving, you still felt relieved. He pushed his clothed cock against your dress, slowly grinding. You hissed out in pleasure, hands making way to his back, lifting his shirt off. He swiftly took it off, then looked into your eyes for permission to remove your dress. You nodded, needing him more than the Earth needs the Sun. Cold air rushed around your body as Zoro discarded the piece of clothing. He slammed his lips into yours in a heated make-out session. His tongue licked your lips, wanting permission to enter. Your hands made way to his pants, finding his hard cock pressing through his pants.

He groaned out against your lips, rutting against your hand. His calloused hands made work with your nipples, then down to your cunt where he explored your clit.

You gasped out in pleasure and moaned out, "Please, Zoro! Just need you!" Your nails clawed at his pants, tearing them open. Thick fingers made their way to your opening, feeling and slightly pushing in. Zoro was teasing you; he loved the way you cried out his name and begged him to touch you. One hand made its way to your chin, where he held your throat, more tightly this time. His head lowered next to your ears as your soft hands finally unzipped his pants, and gripped him through his boxers. He groaned in your ear, wanting you to hear what you were doing to him.

"Ya see? You see what you doin' to me?" He was basically panting in your ear. Months of pent-up sexual frustrations held back by his own fears of being rejected by you. You whimpered a response, trying to focus on getting him out of his boxers while his fingers stuffed you full.

"Shit, you're so wet. Is this what I do to you, hmm?" He held your throat a little tighter, needing an answer quickly before he burst.

"Y-Yes! Yes, Zoro!" His fingers curled upwards, finding the soft spot that would pleasure you the most.

"So many nights," he moaned as your hands grabbed him in full, rubbing his length up and down. "Shit, so many fucking nights- where I jerked off to you - mmm" His mouth was on your shoulder, leaving kisses and small bites. "I've been needing you. You're all I fucking need, do you hear me?" He bit down on your shoulder, making you cry out, "Yes! Yes! Me- me, too." You moaned out a little louder than you expected, not wanting to wake anyone. "Fuck- Zoro, please..." You whined in his ear.

He pulled away from you abruptly. His chest was flushed pink, his lips slightly bruised from the rough kisses, and his pupil blown out after seeing you fully naked.

"I could cum right now just looking at you," he heaved. "You're so fucking pretty- come here."

You straightened your shaky legs. Wetness dripping out of your pussy, coating your thighs and some of the floor. Zoro grabbed a blanket that was left on one of the chairs. You couldn't remember who it belonged to, your brain too wired out to think about anything other than the man you have been pining for for the last few months. He laid the blanket down on the floor.

"I know it's not romantic," He said, "But we're already naked, and I can't wait even an hour longer for you." He breathed out. You lay down on the blanket on the kitchen floor. Your breath labored, and your mind was overwhelmed by Zoro. His smell, a little sweat, alcohol, and cheap cologne surrounded you. You have indeed entered heaven.

Zoro held himself over you. The tip of his cock was dripping pre-cum and turning red from lack of attention. His earrings clanked as he leaned down to kiss you softly. You melted, feeling the tenderness and care behind the kiss. He rested on one elbow and knees as one hand rubbed you all over, taking you in inch-by-inch.

"I wanted to see your face." Zoro groaned out as his cock rubbed between your folds, gathering your wetness along his length. You hummed out a question, asking what he meant. Your legs wrapped around his waist, your hips gyrating on his cock, too impatient to wait for him. Zoro moaned, "The first time," he looked down at your body and his cock about to enter you. "Shit- I want to see your face when we do this for the first time. I needa see your face as I pleasure you. Needa hear you."

"Zoro, please. I'm ready- fuck, I need you. Need you so bad," you whined. Your hands tried pulling him closer, trying to do anything for him to fill you up. Zoro moved closer, inching his cock into your pussy, bit-by-bit.

You both gasped and groaned in unison at the new-found feeling. Zoro was thick and long, using up every space you could give. Your hand found his back, digging your nails in while the other gripped his hair, pulling it down for a kiss. He kissed you passionately as he bottomed out inside of you.

"(Y/N)... you're going to make me cum you're so tight." He groaned out. You whined in response, needing him to fuck you into the ground.

Zoro started moving his hips, slowly at first, but then started to pick up the speed.

"Oh- oh my God!" The pleasure you were being granted was nothing compared to what your fingers could do. Zoro was a mess, groaning and biting at your shoulder and neck and kissing your lips. Slapping wet sounds reverberated throughout the kitchen, along with your moans and Zoro's grunts.

Zoro shifted his hips, using one hand to paw at your breast, the other holding your head close to him. You saw stars at the new spot Zoro was hitting you at repeatedly. You squealed and cried until you felt Zoro's hand slap against your mouth.

"(Y/N)- mm- you're gonna wake up the whole damn crew." He told you.

You couldn't help it. The feeling of his rough hands gliding down your stomach, across your tits, and down to your clit brought on euphoria. You were yelling Zoro's name over and over behind his hand, but it came out muffled.

Zoro was trying so hard not to cum in the first few minutes of fucking you, wanting to make sure you cum first. Sweat rolled down his temple, absolutely losing it at the sound of you whining underneath him with his cock buried in you. Just the sound of you calling his name made him keep pumping his cock in and out of you.

"Sh-Shit!" Zoro groaned. He rubbed your clit faster and beat your pussy at a speed that took away all the air in your lungs. He needed you to cum with him. Otherwise, he won't feel like he deserves to be on top of you. He removed his hand from your mouth, wanting to hear you call to him a few more times.

"Zoro, Zoro! I-I-I'm gonna cum," you groaned, trying so hard not to yell.

"Cum with me. Do it." He demanded. Just like that, your legs convulsed, and your toes curled in, feeling like a star had exploded inside of you. Zoro pulled out quickly and shot cum all over your stomach and chest. He groaned out your name, his eyes trained on you and your body as he gave his cock a few more pumps.

You both were out of breath as Zoro collapsed next to you briefly before jumping up and grabbing some napkins. He carefully wiped away his cum from your stomach, making sure to get it all cleaned up. Your mind was blank. You were completely fucked out and unaware of your surroundings until you felt yourself being lifted. Zoro had wrapped the blanket around you, his clothes back on, and was lifting you on to the table.

"You okay?" He asked with a nod and a concerned looked at your flushed and sweaty face.

"Oh yea... more than okay." You huffed out, exhaustion finally claiming you. He gave you a small smile and tucked some hair behind your ear. He grabbed your dress from the floor, and helped you put it on, then rewrapped you in the blanket. You tried standing, but almost fell to the floor immediately from shaky legs.

"I got ya'," whispered Zoro into your hair. He lifted you up in your arms, and he brought you outside. It was still dark, but on the horizon, you could see the sun ever so slightly begin to rise. He sat you down on one of the outside couches where he sat next to you. You leaned your head on his shoulder, your hand finding his. Zoro brought your hand to his lips and kissed your knuckles, making you blush.

"Thank you," you said softly to the swordsman.

Zoro said nothing, and you glanced up to see his eye closed, your hands clasped together on his chest. You smiled at him and rested your head back on his shoulder.

The stars were still out, twinkling happily at you. Happiness and peace moved through your body. The stars were the one constant you always looked up to in your life, but now, hopefully, you have one more thing to look up to. A stubborn swordsman that would lay down his life for you. A grumbly green-haired man you would have never thought would be holding your hand in a million years. Maybe, just maybe, he can be your constant- your new star.

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afreakingdork · 7 months ago

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Yeah, I'm not taking this sitting down. Man, I really am not trying to have beef out here, but I refuse to have my good fucking name tarnished. To make a public post about me? Yeah, I'm going to share my side. The facts are as such:

I approached wolf on 12/20/23 about a NSFW commission inspired by one of their works. It would feature my sona and an aged up Donnie. As they mentioned, our initial conversation was good. We went back and forth during the sketch phase and I requested quite a lot of edits. I asked if I could pay them for these corrections.

it was right after this that wolf asked about Donnie's battle shell since it wasn't illustrated.

After this message, I did not hear back from wolf after 2/9/24 until I sent them a follow-up message 3/27/24

I did not hear back from wolf until today 5/6/24.

Now I cannot share the images of the art I received because it is NSFW, but I can tell you that the grey from my sona's body appeared to be missing. The ears of my sona were grey, but the body only looked yellow. Donnie was missing his purple arm marks, and his knee pads were still the same only now they were colored in black along with his mask. From here I will just send the conversation in its entirety.

For reference, this was the reference sheet they had.

I was then sent two pieces where the grey on my sona was very obvious and Donnie's markings were now present with the following text.

Now again, I wish I could show you the pieces, but I can't. I was offered a 50% refund for my troubles, but I was not interested in taking it because wolf had already done all the work.

I will say that I was extremely frustrated with the whole affair so the next part I will admit was a bit salty because while corrections had been made, I wasn't able to give any input so there were still mistakes in my sona's colors (specifically the underside of the tail was yellow instead of white and my grey arm had one side yellow) and Donnie's mask was still black. The following is our last correspondence on my blog.

This would have been the end of it for me. Except, I did not get the email. I waited in hopes it would come in, but none did. Since I was blocked I was forced to reach out from one of my side blogs @thisgoesouttoyoubaby which feel free to check. it's my reblog sideblog that I use to send my bestie memes. It dates back YEARS and is not used for spam.

As you can see I was blocked here.

Now I have been refreshing my email feed waiting. I know emails can take time, but I have no way to confirm if I'm getting my work because I was immediately blocked on thisgoesouttoyou with no response.

So I used another sideblog, this time @plowingon which you can again, freely search, its not a spam blog, but a blog I once made to record the live of my old german shepherd I had years ago when he was getting older.

And wouldn't you know it, I got my first email from wolf at

Coincidentally, only after I sent my last message to them.

Now I'm not interested in hurting wolf's reputation. I think you should still commission them if you'd like. I still am a fan of their art. I have no ill will, but fuck if I will stand by as someone tells me that I won't pay an artist. I never even said i wouldn't pay. I was just frustrated because they wouldn't follow their own three correction rule. They allowed me no recourse, and then they were petty before I could even confirm that I received the email.

Could I have been nicer?

Of course.

Could I have been more clear?

Absolutely.

But there is no world in which I tried to gaslight anyone. I pride myself on my honesty. I was not shy when paying them. I sent payment before we even began. I offered to pay them more and acknowledged I was a needy customer halfway through. So I apologize for this long post, but I wanted to make sure all of this was visible because how dare you call me a scammer, wolf.

You disappoint me.

#me #reply #replies #commission #call out #commissioner alert

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basiltonpitch · 1 year ago

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Devi vs. David: aka a comprehensive list of every single time ben gross has referred to devi as one or the other (season four edition)

HERE IT IS!!! the final edition of devi vs. david!!! if you're new here and haven't checked out any of my other devi vs. david deep dives, please feel free to check them out here: season 1, season 2, season 3. you can also find all of my devi vs. david ramblings here. and as i've said again and again and again, this is a list of every single time ben refers to her as either devi or david, this time in season 4, with context + insight + my own lil insane thoughts, because i'm 100% totally normal when it comes to this topic (they said, like a liar).

heads up, not all of the netflix captions are accurate, or the whole quote wasn't all in one frame, so if the font looks different in any of the following screencaps, it's because i captioned them myself.

i already noted in previous analyses, as well as in this post, that ben tends to go for “david” during their rivalry and their friensdhip, as opposed to when they’re estranged/fighting etc and when they're in more...well, romantic situations, he defaults to “devi.” i’ll go a little more into this towards the end, but it’s just something i’d like to bring to your attention before i get started.

anyways, here we go!

hmm remember when i predicted we would get a “devi” first this season because of the months of distance and miscommunication? and when i thought it would happen immediately after devi sees margot kiss ben? i may not have had all the details right, but i saw this coming from a mile away. and this also fits into the pattern i thought was going to be established: season 1 we get “david” first, season 2 we get “devi,” season 3 “david” and now in season 4 they’re finishing the pattern with another “devi.” they’re in wildly different places in their relationship in each of these instances, which i go more in detail about in this post where i predicted that we would get a “devi” first this season.

anyways. this use of “devi” has me hurting for both of them. they’ve got this - this chasm of months of distance, of zero contact, of miscommunication and misread feelings and misrepresented actions (“he was clearly embarrassed for me.” vs “it was so clear she that thought it sucked. she got up and sprinted out.” i love my two unreliable narrators devi vishwakumar and ben gross!!). i’m having a lot of thoughts about devi’s intentions here that i…probably won’t go into further detail about, lol, because this post is about ben. so. of course he reverts to “devi” here - they aren’t friends, right now. they aren’t really rivals right now, either - i mean, they always will be, of course, but that’s not the focal point of their relationship here. they’re talking for the first time after three months of radio silence, of ben creating this rift between them because of some bullshit advice after misrepresenting what happened (okay like. i’m not here to hate on ben - i just. it’s his fault. it’s literally his fault). he can’t call her “david” because, as i’ve said before, “david” has turned fond. they aren’t friends, they aren’t rivals, they aren’t lovers. so, “devi.”

(didn't include the first "devi" he says to get her attention in this scene, sorry.)

okay this is. basically bouncing off the last one - he can’t call her “david.” they aren’t close enough for that, not right now - they won’t be for some time this season. but he’s also trying to set the tone of the conversation, a more mature version of the one they had in the beginning of the episode. and i do applaud him for this, for owning up to all of this being his fault, too (which. i don’t think all of it was, honestly - there is blame to be placed on devi and on margot over what happened this episode, but the 3 months of no contact? ben’s fault, 100%). big props to him for apologizing. however still a little salty about him internalizing those words from mr. basketball player all those months ago, because dude did not have all the info when he gave ben that advice. but to be fair - ben is a seventeen year old with low social skills (not faulting him for that because like. same) so i sympathize with him a bit there. overall, based on where they are in their relationship in 4x01, i was really pleased with how this convo turned out especially since the spoilers we were given from the premiere made it look so much worse than it really is.

hm. remember how that last convo of theirs was pretty mature and low-conflict. yeah then they give us this. ben’s…exasperated. within reason, i think - and to be clear i don’t think devi’s really in the wrong here, it’s just…he chose to be with margot because he thought it was the easier route. he distanced himself from devi because he thought it would be easier. but it’s not. of course it’s not - he and devi both still have all these messy feelings for each other that they’ve been pushing down and suppressing and denying. and it’s tiring. being around devi while he’s “““moving on””” is tiring. being sucked into drama over and over is tiring. he wants - or thinks he wants- something calm, and easy. -and like. it would be fuckign easy if y’all just got your shit together and admitted your feelings but that comes later so we’re moving on for now-

okay so. as i’ve said in my previous posts, it doesn’t make sense for him to refer to her as “david” to other people when she’s not around, so we’re not going to explain why he said “devi” here - that’s a given. but this whole scene…he kinda let devi get into his head before talking to margot. like, from the characters’ point of view, not ours, it definitely seems like margot had the most motive to deface her car. i mean ben straight up says, “you did have a good reason, so i could understand why you might.” and this isn’t me digging at devi for thinking margot did it, or ben for second-guessing margot, or anything like that - it’s just like. objectively. it does seem like margot could have done it. so i get where ben’s coming from.

okay so…we know that that is. false. a lie. an untruth. et cetera. bouncing back to the first instance of “devi” in 4x02, this, once again, makes me think that ben is just…trying to make things easier, calmer. he doesn’t want to deal with devi’s drama right now (again, not dissing devi, just explaining his pov). interrupting her with, “listen, devi,'' to get her attention, to shut her up because he just…can’t do this right now. he’s conflicted - he cares about devi so deeply that it’s detrimental to him at times, and after the events of 4x01 and 4x02, he thinks the best thing to help him keep “““moving on””” (bc like. i’ve touched on this before but there is no moving on for him when it comes to devi) is to go back to silence and estrangement. back to how they were over the summer. back to how they were in those few episodes of season 2, even, just with less vitriol. so, “devi” to further that distance - earlier in the episode, he says, “we are friends,” but here, he’s all but saying, we can’t be friends, not anymore. not now. maybe not ever again.

following this up with:

the thing is…he does look sorry. he doesn’t want to lose her again. it hurts her, yes, but it also hurts him. but like i said - this is easier for him, for right now at least.

oooh this brings me back to 2x08, “devi, you’re daisy.” ben, currently dating a girl that’s not devi, while still having all these complicated feelings for her, relating her to the material they’re currently studying, after she almost became the reason said girlfriend had to leave sherman oaks (temporarily for margot, of course, but still) - it’s not an exact copy/paste, obv, but i’m loving the parallel. also brings me back to 1x02, “it’s okay, devi. i know how hard it is to memorize seven facts,” the same tone being used then as it is now - although with different intentions, of course. ben is - bitter, i would say. of course he is. this whole situation is just…really reminiscent of that 2x05 to 2x07 arc, although with a bit less anger - they’ve got not just their rivalry and (currently, failed) romance behind them, but also those months of real friendship they had during season 3. there’s even more history between them to contend with now, which makes it harder for him to be angry with her. he still is - just not to the same extent as the s2 aneesa situation.

remember when i said ben stopped talking to her to make it easier? yeah. i honestly totally forgot he says exactly that until i got to this scene while writing this out. “it’s just easier this way. she just always complicates things.” just - ouch, ouch, ouch. this is just me reiterating everything i’ve already said, i guess. does he want to push devi away right now? no, i don’t think so. but it makes things less complicated for him. devi is messy, yes, they’ve established that well over all four seasons - but this isn’t really about how messy devi is, is it? he tells margot that it’s because of devi, and it is, partially, but it’s also because of him. because he and devi clash. because he and devi mesh. because, at least right now, it is so hard for him to separate all these things he feels - angry and disappointed, yes, but there’s this - wistful, i want to say, feeling there under all of that, this pull he’s always going to feel with her. and he’s not in a place where he can let that go unless he cuts her off.

god i do feel for ben here. i wish they had brought back some of the stuff from last season with him…chilling out more when it comes to academics and all that, but like, this is ben gross we’re talking about here - one intestinal blockage and heartfelt convo with his dad isn’t going to erase over a decade of self-set high expectations. dude is stressed, literally sweating through his clothes and now he looks like someone squirted a bottle of french’s on him.

and amongst all this, comes the last person he wants to talk to right now - he smells like sweat and acrylic paint and he just had his girlfriend judge the spiel he’s probably recited in the mirror a hundred times (which like, in all fairness to margot, it did feel like a bowflex commercial). and now here’s devi, all calm and collected with her power blazer and bouncy high pony - looking like the opposite of what ben’s feeling. he’s already frustrated, and her showing up makes it that much worse - until approximately two seconds later when she saves his women’s medium sized ass.

episode 5’s you never disappoint do you. i love, love, love this conversation between ben and devi - this vulnerability here, the way they tell each other that they’ll be okay, that yes, this is scary. our lives are about to change forever - but you’ll make it through. you’ll survive. you’ll thrive.

and this line…this so much. ben knows who devi is, has been in proximity to her for twelve years at this point, as a rival, as a friend, even as a lover for a short stint - and he knows her, and he knows that she knows herself. maybe - no, definitely - she didn’t know who she was before, drowning in fresh grief, but she’s grown, she’s healed (not completely, but she has healed nonetheless), and ben has had a front row seat to that. he has watched from up close as she became the person she is now. he believes in her, and he knows she can believe in herself, too.

i promise i’m feeling so totally normal about this…remember when i said i thought the first “david” would be at the end of 4x05 during reconciliation? i do, and, surprise surprise - i was right, because ben gross is nothing if not consistent (most of the time, at least). this “david” is driving me insane. they just had this heartfelt discussion about their fears with going to college, reassuring each other that they’ll be okay, fucking…pep talking each other, because they know each other better than they know anyone else, and ben drops a “david” like it’s nothing. like it’s easy. like he means it!!! i’ve said so many times that “david” has turned into this term of endearment almost exclusively used during their friendship, with ben avoiding using it when they’re not friends, and after last episode, where it had been verbally established (by devi, at least), that they still aren’t friends…now he slips a “david” in. this is the closest, the most vulnerable, they’ve been with each other in months. this is ben taking that step to pull them even closer - ben feeling safe enough to do so. this is ben saying, “i can be your friend,” thirty seconds before he actually utters those words.

okay full disclosure, “david” isn’t in the official captions on this one, so like, idk if jaren decided to add this day of filming or what - but whatever. that doesn’t matter here. what does matter is this absolute effortless slide back into their friendship. ben going out of his way to approach her, to tell her the good news (well. it’s not really good news for devi but like. he doesn’t know that, so). he’s excited for her!!! he gives her this boost of confidence (and yes i know it doesn’t last long, what with the deferral email coming in that day but. still.)

ooooh the way i love this scene!!! the fact that we get to see this interaction through paxton’s eyes is just delightful to me. like, okay, i’m not a “he’s mean to you so he likes you!!” kind of person, but banter like this coming about while they’re actively friends and post-bargot (bengot? ragross? ykwim) breakup…it’s thinly veiled flirting, and idk if we would have been given that perspective if this scene had been shot from devi’s pov, or ben’s. while this isn’t the first taste of mutual banter we’ve got all season (looking at you, 4x04 bathroom scene), this is the first friendly mutual banter, and god we were starving for it - at least i know i was. there’s bite behind their words, but it’s playful for both of them!! but like - then there’s the shot of them both immediately fixing their appearance after they’re no longer in each other’s line of sight (ben tucking in his necklace, devi taking off her cardigan) and i just. ooooh my god i love it. i’ve said it before, and i’ll say it again - peak crush behavior. and ben isn’t even posturing for paxton here like he would have before, thanks to the literal shitstorm of 3x06 - ben’s only…well, acting up, i guess i would say, for devi. not anyone else.

(and like this is totally unrelated but god do i wish we got more bexton interactions this season, but oh well.)

hi yeah no i’m still not over this scene. it’s. so unapologetically horny and it’s a side of ben i’m honestly so glad we got to see. like, okay, we already know he messed around a little with shira, had (bad) sex with devi, and is canonically a boob guy, but this more in-depth peek at his desires (cough cough degradation kink cough cough) is just…chef’s kiss. yes this is devi’s show first and foremost but god do i love the looks into ben’s brain we get. and this - this desire for devi, this want for her, something he can’t run from in his subconscious no matter how hard he runs from it in his waking hours - yes, it’s a wet dream, but it’s more than that. trent says it: “...you really love her.” ben loves her. he can’t get her out of his head. he wants her - physically and emotionally.

let’s, for now, ignore that this is moments before disaster. god, the look on his face, this eager, hopeful smile, the fucking bouquet he brought for her. he’s riding the high (ha, get it) of trent’s earnest pep talk, ready, for the first out of multiple times this season, to tell her he wants her. he’s done denying it, to himself and now to her, too (which. the latter obviously doesn’t really happen for another few months - but that’s beside the point).

this instance is pretty self-explanatory from ben’s pov (i mean, that’s what y’all are here for). checking in that she’s okay after seeing her throw up, congratulating her, etc. not spending too much time on this one - just noting the, once again, effortless slip back into “david” after the events of last episode. not saying there’s not some inner turmoil going on for him regarding his feelings for her; even though we can’t see it, it’s still there - but birthdaygate (as nalini called it) was…a disaster, to put it lightly, so. back to “david” it is…for now, at least.

god this followed immediately by the “is she okay?” and then ben rushing off to go check in on her…i’ll touch on this more in the next instance, but like. he’s truly the only one who gets how much this would hurt. not saying that no one else understands how devi feels, but he’s the only one who would really, truly get it if the same happened to him. just - the wondering how she didn’t get in anywhere, because she’s just as smart as (and, technically as 4x10 proves with that valedictorian sash, smarter than) him. the immediate concern for her, the need to check in...god, he cares for her so much.

“But you’re not a quitter.” bringing back the “no one knows them better than they know each other” thing - because it’s true. no one knows devi better than ben knows her. he knows what she’s capable of - has been on the opposing side of it for over a decade. he has won against her, lost against her, won with her, lost with her…he’s seen her rise and fall and pick herself back up to rise again. he understands her, and he understands why this is so painful for her - if it were him, it would feel like twelve years of hard work, of early mornings following sleepless nights, of flash cards and meticulous notes and extra credit projects, all being flushed down the drain. he gets it, gets her. this being the first use of “devi” (to her, and not in a dream sequence) since 4x05 - he uses it to set the tone, to get her attention, to get her to listen to him. because he knows she doesn’t really want to give up. and he as much as says that: “but if you don’t try everything that you can, you’re gonna regret it.” she already knows this - there’s no doubt in my mind about that, and there’s no doubt that ben knows that she knows this. she just needed to hear it from the one person who understands - and it worked. she does try - and, as we see in 4x10, she succeeds.

this…this is the biggest break in his pattern when it comes to “devi” vs “david.” he never refers to her as “david” with a - romantic isn’t the exact word i’m looking for, but it’s the one we’re gonna use - romantic intention. i think he’s using “david” here to sort of…ease the tension, so to say? to lighten the mood a bit. he wants to tell her - has wanted to since trent told him to speak his truth, likely longer than that. but after birthdaygate - he doesn’t want to show too much of his hand. “maybe i was wrong, david.” not “i was wrong, devi.”

feeling especially attached to this use of “david” tbh. the excitement he feels for her, immediately rushing to pull her into a hug, how proud he is of her, especially after the events of the last episode. again, he knows how hard she’s worked for this, and he knows what it’s like to feel all of that hard work pay off. she’s not alone in feeling this satisfaction - he’s feeling it with her.

i loved, loved all the callbacks to the previous seasons, and this is no exception. the addition of “david” here brings me back to this post by @catty-words that i’m still thinking about almost two years later (and have referenced in 2 out of 3 of these analyses): “it’s a relic from their rivalry.” obviously cori goes into it a bit differently in that post because it’s about their season 2 arc, but to re-work that line here: the equatorial guinea nametag (i would say plaque but like. it’s a piece of paper) is a memento of their first time teaming up, but it is also a relic of their rivalry in a way - the initial anger of devi infiltrating his club, the temporary alliance that was struck down just hours later, the nuclear attack. and so, yes, “david” here is used as that mark of friendship, as i’ve referred to it before, and so is the nametag, but they’re also both a representation of their enmity - albeit in a much more playful way than the "david" from 2x05.

i’m going to refer you to the genius of rae @ice-sculptures real quick, who had this to say in regards to ben’s patterns when it comes to what he calls her: “it could be that he “hides” behind david when the lines of their relationship are blurred and uses it as a way to convey the affection that he doesn’t think he can openly express. but when they actually get together he doesn’t need to hide anymore bc he knows that she’s aware of how much he loves her…so devi is enough.”

y’all. devi is enough. he doesn’t need to use a term of endearment, a pet name, with her here. he doesn’t need to hide behind “david.” and like. just in case you aren’t aware - “david” means “beloved” in hebrew. i’m sure ben’s aware of that - he’s a giant nerd, and he’s jewish - it never gets established in canon, so it may just be something we’re all collectively reading into, but like. i’m obviously going to continue reading into it - he doesn’t have to hide behind “beloved” anymore, he doesn’t have to use this roundabout way to tell her how he feels - he can just say it. and he says it without even knowing if she feels the same way. he’s following trent’s advice from 4x08: “you must go to her. [...] you must tell her how you feel. there's no time to waste. [...] you must speak your truth. she needs to know." he flies to her on a whim to tell her he likes her. actually, he thinks he loves her, “devi.” he loves her. this is the bravest thing he’s done - he doesn’t know how she feels, doesn’t know if she loves him back - but he tells her anyways. he can’t wait. it doesn’t matter that she’s flying to the east coast the next day, where she’ll be a two hour and six minute train ride away. he has to tell her now. there’s no time to waste. she needs to know.

god. i just - i love that they already had this - this whole soft, sweet love confession, full of shy, gentle smiles and giggles, followed by The Big Damn Kiss of All Time (and like. the big damn bang of all time) and he still feels the need to tell her that he wants to be with her. that he wants to start this next chapter of life with her. and there’s just…something so important to me about them not being high school sweethearts. about them not really giving this an actual shot until they’re headed to college. he doesn’t want “let’s kiss at our lockers in between periods and sit next to each other in the cafeteria while we eat gloopy square-shaped pizza.” he wants “let’s fall asleep on facetime during exam season. let’s spend one weekend in new york and the next in new jersey. let’s meet in the middle. let’s cram ourselves onto a twin-sized dorm room bed that’s definitely not made for two people. let’s learn how to be adults together. let’s give this a real try. let’s give us a real try.”

and so they do.

and with that...we're done. if you've reached the end, thank you for reading! i'm so sad that this series of posts has come to an end, but i've had an absolute delight doing these, and i'm so pleased with the ending of this show - because it didn't feel like an ending. it felt like a new beginning. i'm going to miss never have i ever (i already do), but i'm so happy to have spent the past few years yelling about it with all of you - and i'll likely continue yelling about it in the near future.

#long post #ben gross #devi vishwakumar #benvi #ben x devi #devi x ben #never have i ever #nhie #nhie s4 #never have i ever season 4 #devi vs david #went a little off the rails with this one but like. can y'all blame me they make me fucking insane #anyways pls validate me i spent so much time on this <3

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saltygilmores · 11 months ago

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THOUGHTS WHILE WATCHING GILMORE GIRLS: S3/EP5/8 O CLOCK AT THE OASIS (PART 3) Aka SweaterPaws, Fake Fish, The Best Okuh Ever, And Jess Mariano Is A Waterlogged Infant Kitten

Parts 1 & 2 and all other episodes can be found in my pinned post.

This scene of Rory overhearing an answering maching message from Dwight's irate wife combines two of AmyShermanPalladino favorite things: answering machines and (the voice of) Alex Borstein (Celine & Drella on GG, Suzie on Mrs Maisel. Also Lois on Family Guy). Gilmore Girls Producer: Attention, Gilmore Girls crew! It has come to my attention that our budget will not cover both Outdoor Landscaping Scenes and Fishtanks. Sacrifices will have to be made.

Finally she admits to herself that Dean is a serial killer. And casual swearing from Rory? Wow, what a delight to hear.

!!!SWEATER PAWS ALERT!!!!

What do the kids say? Unbothered. Moisturized. Flourishing? In my lane? Something like that. It's clearly a school day (since Rory is in her uniform) while it appears to be a rare day where Jess hasn't been scheduled to work in the Coffee Mines before school. Speaking of school, he's walking away from school instead of towards it and is not carrying any school supplies or a backpack. He looks happy. Just vibing in his ugly oversized clothing. Hopefully he looks up every so often so he doesn't walk face first into a lamp post.

Or that.

Blue Crush was a 2002 movie about a girl who surfs starring Kate Bosworth. Get it? Cause Rory is covered in water?

Hey. Eyes up top, Pal.

The floofy hair. The prominent draggy lip. The five o'clock shadow. Salty enjoys naming things she can see.

How many of Jess' books have been ruined with water? 2 so far. The answer is 2.

And now...ladies and Gentlemen...I present the greatest Milo Okuh Ever Okuh'D:

Get you a man who will risk soaking himself and pretend he didn't assist you with turning off a sprinkler so your boyfriend Dean won't fly into a jealous rage over it. It brings a tear to ol Salty’s eye. The episode wraps up with Lorelai attempting to end the Peyton Sanders nonsense by apologizing to Emily and taking the blame for the entire incident. Silly Lorelai, she didn't consider "What would Emily Gilmore think?" first and foremost before agreeing to go on one date with a random guy. I mean, Lorelai declining a second date with Peyton could have caused Emily to lose rank in her Tea Party Circle with Peyton's mother or some nonsense like that, according to a ridiculous story Richard just told Lorelai earlier in the episode. Let me be clear here, in case the message got a little lost- I am 100% siding with Lorelai here. She should not have to grovel like this over something so meaningless.

HOGWASH. Stop this right now Lorelai. Emily is standing just a few feet away and you're in a kitchen filled with many sharp knives and cooking implements. I'll look the other way. She even agrees to go on a second date with Peyton just to pacify Emily even though she just made it painfully clear how miserable it would make her to see this dude again. Emily is quite pleased seeing Lorelai's state of misery. Well, like I said earlier, you do only have a very small window of time before David Bowie stops performing forever, so go for it I guess. Take the tickets, then drop Hamm. Drop him like Rory dropped out of Yale. I have a final comment: Although by the end of this episode we don't see Rory at school, one would have to presume that after the sprinkler incident she either had to get on the bus and go to school sopping wet or go home and change and blowdry her hair and risk being very late to class. Either she gets reprimanded for showing up to school late or she gets reprimanded for the wet uniform and hair so she's screwed no matter what. If he didn't take an ounce of pity on Rory for her Hit By A Deer story, do you think Headmaster Charleston would buy some fantastical tale from Rory about her tardiness being due to a sprinkler, sweater paws, a neighbor with a board game fetish, and Dean the unabomber?

#8OCATO #gilmore girls #gilmore girls season 3 #rory gilmore #literati #jess mariano #soaking wet puppy #sweater paws #denise rewatches gilmore girls #No Dean in this episode!#No wonder it was so easy breezy

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i-literally-cant-with-this · 1 year ago

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This is just a little headcanon shit post. I may change my mind and add or delete people if I give it any extra thought. Also, I take appeals. So if there's someone you'd like to add or have removed, plead your case to me and we'll see what can be done. I'm flexible sometimes. This is kind of like a part 2 to Cheers To The Crazies.

Cheers To The Good Guys

Cheers to the good guys who love you so much they don't pay attention to your crazy. They let you rant and rave about how they didn't put the toilet seat // lid down. How they fucked up for the millionth time and didn't clear the microwave timer. The toilet paper is on the wrong way and the world will burn if it doesn't get fixed. A-G-A-I-N. Cheers to the good guys who still keep trying to load the dishwasher even though you've screamed at them relentlessly about how they're not going to get all of the dishes cleaned if they're piled in like that. Let's hear it for the guys who buy some chocolate and salty snicky snacks to have around the house for you when one of those goddamn cravings hits you out of nowhere. Because you know it will. And they know it will. And they know it's in their best interest to be prepared for something like this. Give it up for the good, smart, gentle and tough guys (when you need it) that love you more after you have a fight over something so fucking stupid even you forgot what it was about halfway through it. Cheers to the men who forgive you right away when you apologize for being a nutcase.

"Wh - oh my god. What the hell is this? Why are the bowls stuck together like this? Come - come here, please, baby. How are they supposed to get clean if they're basically stacked on each other like this? Exactly, they can't. So why did you - ugh. Never fucking mind." You walk to the bathroom and don't look where you're sitting and somehow still manage to make it all his fault, the seat being left up AND your utter lack of spatial awareness. "{S/O name}!!! Why do you keep leaving the toilet seat up? I damn near fell in this time!" Which only makes him laugh. It pisses you off that he's blatantly laughing at you. But you're also reminded of how beautiful his laugh is. How true and real it is. How true and real he is. He comes to the bathroom and peeks in at you, "Are you ok, y/n? I'm sorry, I'm sorry for laughing like that. But the image of your ass stuck in the cold toilet water, your legs hanging over the bowl --- ah, Jesus. S'too fuckin' hilarious to not think about, baby. Are you ok, though? Yeah? Come here, sweets. I'll rub yer bum to make you feel better after almost flushing yourself down the head. You want somethin' sweet? I grabbed your favorite candy bar the other day. Want me to get it for you? Go lay down on the bed. I'll be right there." You go lay down in your shared room and see that he's made the bed and folded the clothes (incorrectly) and put them away. Some of the hangers are backward and your OCD is raging off the charts right now. But he tried. He did it all without being asked. "Fuck. I'm a monster." You say to yourself as he comes back into the room. "What's that, baby? Did I do something wrong?" He looks at you with his sweet face and happy eyes and he's thinking about how much he loves you, no matter how much of a psychopath you are most of the time. Meeting his gaze, you start in. "You ... yeah. NO, no honey. You didn't do anything wrong. Thank you." You kiss him as you stand on your knees on the edge of the bed. He wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you close to him. “Ahh, didn’t do nothin’ special.”

#reiner x you #reiner x reader #yuji x you #yuji x reader #connie x you #connie x reader #gojo x reader #gojo x you #jjk #aot #midoriya x reader #midoriya x you #mha #my hero academia #bnha

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Janto au based on that one reddit post of a real story

Title: Wasteland, Baby

"Rhi, I think I might be homophobic -" Ianto confessed.

Rhiannon stared at her brother. "What.? Explain, please. Because as far as I know you've never had any problems with gay people. So where's this coming from?"

"You know how I share a dorm with Jack?"

She nodded. Jack and Ianto had been best friends since nursery.

"Well we flirt often but as a joke, and I don't mind it. And sometimes he brings home guys- I once caught him and someone from our accounting course, a John Hart, making out on our couch. And I don't usually mind if he sees people, but seeing them just gave me a nauseous feeling. I lashed out a bit and he said I can't really say anything because when I was with Lisa I had her over and he said nothing. I said I was just having a bad day and didn't care who he kissed, but it just made him more upset. He said he's going to stay with Angelo. Then he asked if I would be fine if they did stuff together. I think he was just trying to rile me up but I said it was fine and went to bed for a bit until you came over while he left."

Rhiannon looked at Ianto, a slight smile on her face.

"I don't have a problem with other gay people, it's just when it comes to Jack kissing guys that it bothers me-

I don't want to be like this because what if he gets a boyfriendRhi why are you looking at me like that?" he asked, indignant.

"You know, you're an oblivious twpsyn. It's clear he's trying to make you jealous, and it worked. You have a crush on him, genius. You're not homophobic."

Ianto spluttered. "What now? Me, have a crush on Jack Harkness? I'm not gay!"

"No, but you could be bisexual, you know. It's not just straight or gay." She shook her head, amused.

Ianto thought over what she was saying, and it was like a lightbulb went off inside his head. "... you're right. I do have a crush on Jack, and I have been jealous of him kissing other guys.

Thanks Rhi. I'm going to talk to him when he comes back."

Jack came back the next day.

"Hi Ianto. Are you done being salty about me kissing other guys?"

Ianto nodded and apologized. "Wanna watch Bond and eat pizza together?"

Jack agreed.

After they finished the movie marathon, because nothing says romance like James Bond, Ianto decided to tell Jack about his conversation with his sister.

"it turns out I was just jealous," he blurted.

Jack looked at him, confused. "Jealous of...?"

"Of you kissing other guys. I'm not homophobic, just jealous. I um. I have a crush on you, Jack."

He laughed softly. "Oh Ianto-

You know, I was trying to make you jealous, because I have a crush on you, but with you being straight, I didn't think I had a chance. And all the flirting? That was real, at least on my end. But it seems you're not as straight as you thought."

"No, I'm not. I'm bi, but not ready to come out to others yet."

"That's fine. We'll take it slow, go at your pace."

"Are we okay?"

Jack nodded, and Ianto tackled him in a hug.

"Ianto, can we try something?"

Ianto nodded, and Jack kissed him gently. He was amused when Ianto's cheeks flushed deep red, but it was his turn to blush when Ianto proceeded to cover his face in kisses.

Over time, their relationship solidified, and Ianto was more comfortable with coming out to more people, as well as his family.

Jack was happy, because they were now an official couple, he had the boyfriend he never thought he would.

And it turned out Ianto didn't have a problem with Jack kissing guys, if it was him Jack was kissing.

@notjustateaboy @ricky-tiki-tah I think you might like this 🤭

#fanfiction #writers on tumblr #writing #torchwood #janto #captain jack harkness #jack harkness #ianto jones #jack x ianto #au #alternate universe #college au #rhiannon #gay #bisexual #omnisexual #john hart #angelo colasanto #angelo

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sokkastyles · 1 year ago

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Speaking of poor takes on Zuko...

What do you think?

Well, first of all this isn't so much of a hot take as it is straight up abuse apologism. It's not new, or cute, or smart or unique. It's abuse apologism. If you really feel "disgusted" by seeing an abuse victim empowered because you believe the lies their abuser said about them, then you are an abuse apologist.

Second, if you really feel disgusted at Zuko being a powerful bender and being firelord, maybe you shouldn't be watching the show.

Third, I've addressed this before, but it's funny that Zuko is the "salty" one when this entire post is the saltiest rant from someone who is mad that the show ended with a heroic character becoming powerful and a villainous character getting their comeuppance. Surprise, I guess?

Like, seriously, does this person know how fiction works? This post reads like it was written by a cartoon villain, and not the genre savvy kind of villain, the kind that is too dumb and/or too evil to realize why they caused their own downfall.

I am so tired of this. "But power is all she has!" Power is all Azula has because that is all she cared about, and she doesn't have that in the end because that is what happens when you forego actual values in pursuit of power, and when you abuse the power you have

Azula was born with power that she didn't deserve, a natural talent which caused her father to single her out so he could boost her ego and encourage her to be selfish and cruel and obsessed with controlling other people so that she could gain more power. But this is also what caused her to have a poor relationship with her brother, who she mistreated for being perceived as less powerful. It's what caused her to have a poor relationship with her mother, whose lessons she ignored because Ursa had no power, especially compared to her father. It's what caused her to have a poor relationship with her uncle, who she disdained for being a "quitter" and a "loser." It's what caused her to have a poor relationship with her friends, because she had to have power over them, had to control them with fear rather than having a real relationship where she's equal and vulnerable. Her need for power literally destroyed her entire life, and because of that, she ended up losing the power she had, to boot, because people who use their power to harm others do not deserve to have power.

That's the entire point. I can't even believe that someone would actually type that paragraph and think it was a good idea because if you said it to someone in person, you should probably expect to get smacked in the face.

Zuko gets to be powerful in the end because he dedicates his life to using that power to help people. If that disgusts you, then you deserve that smack in the face. I don't know how to explain to you that you should care about other people.

I also don't want to hear about how Zuko only redeemed himself because of "luck" or because he had help, because Azula didn't want any help changing and never made any steps to make any of those things happen. She didn't care about her mother trying to teach her right from wrong (until it was too late and she realized that she had becomes someone she didn't like, but too little too late). She didn't try to stop hunting the gaang. She didn't try to stop waging war on the rest of the world. She didn't try to listen to see her friends as real human beings instead of chess pieces she could control. Ditto with her brother. The reason she's alone and freefalling in "The Southern Raiders" is because she went there with the purpose of killing her brother and the gaang after her friends abandoned her because she tried to kill them, too. That's why she's alone. That's the purpose of that visual juxtaposed with Zuko having the gaang to help him and rescue him, because he also cared about them and tried to fight off his sister to save them.

And you know what? Zuko almost feels sorry for her, because she is alone. Because it is sad. It's a tragedy. But it's a tragedy of her own making, and when she looks back at Zuko, does she express any regret for her situation? For what she did to him? For how she hunted him down and also almost killed his new friends because he had the gall to leave his abuser?

No. Instead, she looks like this:

The whole POINT of that scene is that it is a tragedy, but that Azula already made her choices long ago, and that's why she ultimately can't change her fate. She doesn't want to, she doesn't even realize she needs to. At this point, she's not even sad about her situation because she still thinks she's on top, she still thinks she's better than literally everyone around her, still grasping at that power that she thinks will fulfill her, without any understanding at all of the responsibility that comes with power, and that's also why she ultimately does not deserve it, either.

#zuko #azula #azula stans acting like fascists again

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luxrayblues · 2 years ago

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Hi! Could you a Raihan x Reader where he gets jealous? And Raihan's dragon rage (I guess he would get very salty?) gets the best of him, but the reader reassures him? (SFW)

I love this sort of thing, though could probably use a little more salt ! Hope you enjoy anyway!

Raihan x reader - Dragon Rage (SFW)

Your laugh was just another voice in the crowd to everyone but him. His intense eyes flicked up from the battle at hand to see you laughing with someone. You were discussing Raihan's selfies. All you ever did was talk about him, but to the man himself you were giggling over someone else. His anger flared as he focused back on the trainer he was battling.

You watch as his demeanor visibly changes and he, with his pokemon, decimates the poor challenger. As the crowd went wild over the battle, you could tell something was off and you hurry down so you can check on him as the battle comes to a close. Rushing through the noisy crowd, it takes you a few minutes to get to the locker room where security lets you in immediately.

"Rai?" You call out to him, stepping around the corner to see him pacing, clearly furious which was odd because he had won. You had missed the trigger, not realizing it was over you.

He glances up at you, his gorgeous blue eyes making you hesitate as he looks past you, clearly checking for someone. "Where's your new friend?" He huffs at you and you realize suddenly what the issue was. You were taken aback at first by his response, but do your best to calm down rather than snap back.

He had seen you laughing with someone else, having a good time. He was still working on his jealousy when it came to you. You were the calm to his storm and although it was difficult at times, you wouldn't have it any other way.

"No you've got it all wrong, baby." You hold your hands up toward him in a soothing gesture. Though he was clearly all caught up in his own head, unable to calm down in the moment. He had himself so worked up thinking you would just up and leave him that he couldn't think straight.

"My dragon." You say breathily as you move up and shift to sit in his lap. He huffs, but doesn't stop you, turning his head to the side, not wrapping you up like he usually would. Somehow despite his anger, he's absolutely precious to you. You were attracted to every part of him, after all. "They were a huge fan of you." You begin to assure him, being totally honest. "They had seen me in some selfies you posted and wanted to ask about you." You smile gently at him, not minding that he was still pouting and keeping his gaze turned from you.

Your hand reaches up to slide over his hair gently and you caress his cheek, knowing your touch usually soothed his rage. You could feel him physically starting to relax, his hands starting to grasp at the bottom of your shirt slightly.

"Some of the other fans around us were getting into it too and I even got a selfie with them to show you." You explain, promising him in so many words that you had no intention of abandoning him for some stranger at one of his battles. It may have been absurd to you, but you knew that it worried him and that was why you made such an effort to reassure him.

"I love you, Raihan. Noone else." You assure him and he finally turns to look at you. You could see where his dragon rage had been was replaced with a much softer emotion in those telling eyes of his. He smiles in an almost sad way, feeling bad for having accused you of something like that. You wouldn't have his apology for it though, shaking your head.

He smiles slightly and shakes his head back at you. "I love you too, Y/N... Thank you." He didn't have all of the words to show his appreciation for you properly, but you knew he cared deeply for you. He didn't get so upset over just anyone, after all. You lean in to kiss him deeply, not about to let all of that pent up emotion go to waste. His arms wrap around you fully, yanking at your shirt to tug you down closer to him as he returns the gesture.

#pokemon fanfiction #pokemonswsh #pokemon raihan #gym leader raihan x reader #raihan x reader #gym leader raihan #x reader #pokemon x reader #adult reader #gender neutral reader

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ev4ikcasswife · 7 months ago

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very wierd that you receive these anon messages because salty never mentioned any names and never asked to threaten anyone

I did not receive the messages that were shown in the last post. Evan received them. The entire conflict with Salty took place mainly in Russian-language social media. There are points in this story where I jumped to conclusions, but I admitted my guilt for them and apologized. If I'm not mistaken, Salty mentioned Evan and me in her telegram channel (it's something like a blog in messenger, I don't know how to explain). Most likely, the person who wrote to Evan came from there.

And also a fun fact - my main complaint was that Salty didn’t make herself an infopost/dni, and then started complaining that people were sending her requests on certain topics. Many did not understand this, and began to think that I was angry with her for not liking chansaw. However, the only thing I don't like is her approach to analyzing Heathers, but for the most part, I don't care. I have no idea what Salty writes about me and Evan on her tumblr and Telegram, but tbh, again, I don’t care.

The point where I personally was wrong: Salty liked a post with an incest ship without realizing it (she didn't notice the tags). Well, I wrote about this in Telegram, and the form of my message was very rude. She wrote to me and said that she did it inadvertently. I deleted the post and apologized twice. (May 14 and yesterday).

I did not renounce the rest of my words, claims and conclusions about other topics. Besides that deleted post, I did not want to incite people to bullying in any way. Before this deleted post, I even hid her nickname when I explained this whole situation with the info post in my Telegram channel. Salty is unlikely to read this, because she blocked me, but if anything, tell her that I am sorry for the rudeness and slander that I spread about her accidentally putting like on that post with an incest ship. I'm sorry, I was wrong here specifically. I have anger issues, so I could be rude in my other messages. For this I also sincerely apologize. Tell this to Salty if u want to comfort her.

I repeat, I do not renounce my complaints about Salty’s information post and her approach to analyzing the show in any way. I 100% believe that she is wrong here specifically.The whole conflict actually began with my reblog of her post, where she told why she didn’t like Chandler/Veronica, citing arguments only from the musical. You will see my reblog if you scroll down a little on my blog. Then she started complaining in a separate post that people even talk to her about Chandler and chansaw.

Salty very willingly accepts requests, but she does not have any information post (certainly at that time) where she could write about which requests do not interest her. The question arises in the comms: “How should people who are on this account for the first time understand this?” Salty writes that this is obvious, because her blog is “entirely dedicated to jdronica.” Apparently, she doesn't know that you can love a little more than one ship*. If Salty had a dni list with unwanted topics for requests, it would not be so stupid.

Nicknames are blurred out due to the fact that these are photos from my telegram during a discussion of the situation (I already wrote that at first I hid her nickname). If you need original screenshots, I will provide them for you.

*Upd: Salty actually has drawn another ships arts, this makes situation even more...strange(?)

#heathers #heather chandler #heathers the movie #heathers the musical #heathers 1988 #veronica sawyer #chansaw

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rantceratops · 2 years ago

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Hey so like, I'm looking at your post about still believing in Luz and Hunter as siblings. I'm on board for that too obviously, and am thinking of the part where he's in The Collector's palace and feeling like no one is waiting for him. I guess I'm trying to rationalize somehow...why he wasn't thinking of her words "You're family now" right after he sent Willow off to her parents. I get why the writers wanted to include Luz's narration of "And if someone thought they had no one waiting for them, well, they were in for a nice surprise", yet I'm sort of telling myself that perhaps Hunter didn't want to burden Luz and Camila at that time or something. If he's Luz's sibling he could just walk to Eda's house and join them there after making sure Gus and Willow are reunited with their family. Maybe that's what he, Darius and Eberwolf did offscreen after they reunited. Hm..

Honestly, I almost don't get the point of them including the "You're family now" line in TTT if they weren't going to follow it up with something a little more solid. Then again, one of my major gripes with the last three episodes in general are them constantly bringing up plot points that don't ever get any real follow-up("You're family now"; Hunter's flashstep powers(why did he even get them if they weren't going to be used in the finale in a major way? Seems like an odd writing choice so late in the game. And I am a FAN of him still having the flashstep, but I'm still pointing this out as a weird choice); Hunter not getting time to grieve at ALL; no Wittebro/Evelyn lore(I think TTT should have done a proper delve into their past. I don't necessarily think it's a good choice to leave it unexplored, but I'm kinda torn); Hunter's fear over the others finding out he was a Grimwalker getting glossed over with two lines when it was SUCH a Big Deal to him and he needed a proper conversation about it - that one's a BIG beef; probably several more I'm forgetting).

And like, back on Hunter and Luz Siblings, as I've said, it doesn't have to be straight up adoption papers or anything, it's found family, it doesn't have to be traditional anything. I just think it's so weird to have this really significant moment where Luz calls him that and he literally bursts into tears over it because he has no one at that point, but then there's not like, any other pay off or mention of it? (Camila also called him 'baby'.)

Imagine if Hunter had been looking sad after Willow ran to her dads, then Camila(and Luz maybe, even though she was still with Eda at the time), came up and smiled at him and hugged him? Really cementing that found family thing that was brought up with them. (And just to be clear, none of this means I would have wanted Hunter to live in the Human Realm, I was never a fan of that idea. I just want him to be Luz's sibling and visit the Human Realm often because he has a PLACE there that will always be there for him when he needs it.)

I pretty much figured they'd go for Dadrius, and I'm not like... livid about it or anything. I just think if they really wanted to go that route then they should have built it up more, and I personally would have also needed an apology from Darius to Hunter about how he treated him in ASIAS was wrong and how he's going to be better from there on out, etc, before I feel like that scenario would have any actual meaning or pay-off. (I am not bashing Darius, I like Darius, but he treated Hunter like shit in ASIAS.)

All this being said, I don't think the ending negates Hunter being Luz's sibling, even if Darius straight adopted him(I don't think he did), it doesn't mean he's lost his place with other important guardian/parental/mentor figures in his life. I think that's the most beautiful thing about found family. I think most of my salt just comes from them not really following a thread that was seemingly started in TTT and seemed like an awfully Big Damn Deal to the boy, considering how hard he cried.

I'm being salty and I have my critiques, but don't mistake this for me hating on the show or anything. I still really enjoyed the finale, but as a fan I have issues and things I didn't like.

#ranty rambles #toh finale spoilers #hunter #red-lion-of-voltron #I may have just rambled and not actually answered #my bad #I just have a lot of feelings I haven't posted about #luz and hunter are siblings #toh critical

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thegodthief · 9 months ago

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An Occasional Lurker™ asked...

Which hobby would you give a try if money, materials and space were handled?

I have to pick ONE?? And does it have to be a hobby I haven't yet stuck a finger in? If we're discussing something I haven't yet tried: Blacksmithing. Which sounds more like a job than a hobby, but in the (lack of) constraints that you have given, all the blocks that keep me from even being a helper to an established blacksmith is out of the way.

Blacksmithing would tick off a lot of personally satisfying activities in one category, while also giving the option of never being overly repetitive. How can a hobby that is mostly comprised of swinging a hammer on a hot piece of metal repeatedly not repetitive? I know enough about blacksmithing to know that the art of swinging that hammer is NOT just swinging the hammer.

Where to strike. How hard to strike. How to set up a particular strike three hits back. Even if it's a set of identical knives, no one knife is going to be hammered out identical to any other.

There's the pure physical aspect of it, but there's also the art of it. There's the satisfaction of taking something useless (scraps and/or raw ingots) and making something useful out of it, even if that useful thing is only good for looking at.

But if it's a hobby that I have given a try to before, then weaving. Though any loom the size of a room is more likely to eat me instead and I will never be heard from again. Bystanders will look at me with despair, saying that I have been enchanted by the loom and forced to weave until I waste away.

Nothing of the sort. I have always held threads in my hands, and I will admit that not having the time to get back to it has been detrimental to my health.

What food or snack would you prefer on a lazy afternoon?

Ooo... Trick Question™! (First I need to remember what lazy afternoons feel like.) Can't go wrong with a bowl of baby carrots. With hot sauce. And cottage cheese dusted with season salt.

Popcorn is always a favorite, but only if I'm doing something that can exist around butter. So I won't be eating popcorn if I'm going through some books.

You know what's good? A sandwich with sliced roast beef or turkey breast, colby jack cheese, a right thick layer of spinach leaves, on wheat bread that has just enough mayo to keep the seasoning in place.

But ya know... some thin sliced ham and provolone cheese rollups are good as well. If I have to choose between prosciutto and thin ham, I'll take whichever is less salty. Besides, I'm too busy putting the prosciutto on the roast beef sandwich.

I'm hungry, now, dammit.

Reader's choice, what topic could you happily talk about at length?

Keri.exe is taking too long to respond. Close or wait?

Uh...

WHICH ONE?!

My head is a Trivial Pursuit wheel of chance. I know a little about a lot of things, and I know enough to pretend I can connect the dots, and if the topic is a work of fiction, I will spin fanon tales on the spot about certain characters and how they interact in AUs.

One thing I have learned the hard way, is that there is a big difference between typing a few dozen thousand words and having a sit with a friend and talking their ears off even if the recipient of both actions is the same person.

When I go on a rant in DMs, my first message is "Wall of Words in progress, please come back later.", because I know I am going to plow so many words that Merriam-Webster should give me a commission for selling a dictionary to the recipient. But not every topic that is suited for DMs is suited for public posting nor is suited for a phone call nor is suited for a chat at a café.

What topic that I could happily talk about at length is completely dependent on who is the audience and how much time am I expected to fill (or meet).

I'm treating this question in bad faith, and I apologize, but as the answer is public I find myself wary of my phrasing. There is a terrible tendency on the Internet to treat everyone that is posting about anything is an Expert™ in the topic discussed. And many of the topics that I would gladly indulge in private DMs or a public meeting place are topics that I will NOT even comment on in a public post.

And that's bad.

And that's my problem.

And that's something I need to break myself of.

After all, someone told me recently that there is neither comfort nor safety in cowardice, and yes, I am a coward. I am afraid of being targeted, of being hurt, of saying something that will offend the people I look up to and they abandon me for it.

And funny how little things become the lock-pin that holds larger things in place.

I also think that I don't post like I used to because that same Internet tendency that views anyone with an opinion as an Expert™ also makes it hard to hold conversations about a topic. Posts become hills to die on and fortifications to defend. Having an opinion on the Internet is an act of war.

Or so I perceive the topic of topics on the Internet.

Perhaps my perception is incorrect.

Perhaps I'm typing furiously against clouds.

Or perhaps I'm going on at length about nothing.

Who knows.

#Keri throws a lot of words against the wall.#Some of them might make sense.#Read at your own risk.

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stellae-de-baphometis · 2 years ago

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PSA: Stay away from the DemonolatryPractices subreddit.

Hi everyone, so a little side note before I get into everything. This post is gonna be a bit venty and also touches on sensitive topics, so apologies in advance for that.

⚠️ TRIGGER WARNING - mentions of anti-Semitism, Nazis, suicide, alcoholism. ⚠️ Full post will be under the cut.

So I haven't posted in a while, the main reason being that I've been struggling with mental illness and I'm working a very stressful job that's been taking up pretty much all of my time. Luckily I'll be quitting this job soon though. But I also wanted to address the fact that one of the other reasons I stopped posting is because I realised in the past I had an anti-Semitic mindset without even realising, and I was appropriating Jewish daemons in my spiritual practices and spreading harmful misinformation on my blog. I've since deleted any posts containing such content and have been doing my best to educate myself on why it's not okay to appropriate Judaism. I also removed the Jewish daemons from the grimoire I'm writing and left a Daemonolatry subreddit that encouraged and tried to justify appropriating Lilith and other Jewish daemons.

This subreddit was r/DemonolatryPractices.

Just recently, I posted to a pagan subreddit about including daemons like Azazel, Leviathan, and Behemoth in my grimoire, as I am aware of their Jewish origins and wondered if it would be okay to include them in my grimoire, as they're also present in Christianity. I briefly mentioned in the post that I had omitted Lilith from my grimoire as I didn't want to appropriate a Jewish entity.

Someone in the comments tried to claim that working with Lilith wasn't cultural appropriation, and obviously got the ban hammer from that subreddit because it's anti-Semitic to try and appropriate Judaism as it's a closed practise. This person got really salty and went into my DMs, trying to claim that Lilith was a "Mesopotamian Pagan goddess" and started shouting a bunch of anti-Semitic shit claiming that Judaism took this "Queen Of Hell" and spread lies about her, which is obviously just an insanely disgusting thing to say... And correct me if I'm wrong here but I think that whole idea of Jewish people spreading lies about spirituality and the world in general is based off an anti-Semitic conspiracy theory. Again, correct me if I'm wrong because I genuinely don't know for sure - it's just something I've heard about. If it is true then holy shit that's fucked up...

Anyways, this person kept accusing me of being "incorrect" and "wrong" about cultural appropriation, and it got to the point where I had to block them because they just wouldn't leave me the fuck alone.

This person then went to the aforementioned Daemonolatry subreddit to talk shit about me behind my back and started a huge smear campaign in the comments, where there were almost a hundred comments all calling me insane and accusing me of being an "internet bully" for trying to be an ally to Jewish people and calmly educating people on why it's not okay to appropriate Lilith. They kept saying that I was spouting bullshit and that was wrong.

This then lead to me getting witch-hunted by a bunch of people getting really angry and bitter with me, trying to defend appropriating Lilith. Everyone was blowing up my DMs trying to argue why it's okay to appropriate Lilith and other Jewish daemons. I had to block several people and also contact the moderator of this pagan subreddit, as there were so many comments of people slamming me and trying to justify their anti-Semitic rhetoric, that the mod had to actually disable the comments on my initial post.

It was overwhelming as all fuck and I actually had a meltdown because of this. I have BPD and other personality disorders, and so it's very easy for my emotions to get out of control and for me to become overwhelmed... And that's exactly what happened. I was so stressed out and upset that I started binge drinking vodka to the point of passing out. I'm struggling with alcoholism at the moment, so this situation triggered my alcoholism and I absolutely lost my shit. I even became actively suicidal and was drinking to try and combat these feelings and prevent myself from actively carrying out a suicide attempt, because I really felt like I was on my last straw with all the problems I've had at home lately. The whole ordeal was fucking awful...

But enough about how it made me feel because that's not nearly as important as how this shit is potentially affecting Jewish people themselves. Now I don't want to speak over Jewish people here or speak on how anti-Semitism affects Jewish people, as I am not Jewish and it's not my place to speak on that whatsoever. However I will say that I do recognise and understand that Jewish people are an oppressed minority group that have evidently suffered a lot of discrimination and marginalisation throughout history. All I'm saying is I can imagine that Judaism being appropriated by anti-Semites probably isn't gonna make Jewish people fucking feel good...

I apologise if I've said anything incorrect here or if I'm speaking over Jewish issues. It's not my intention to do so, and my goal is to only speak from the perspective of an ally. Please don't hesitate to correct me in the comments if I've said anything incorrect or insensitive, I don't want to speak over anyone here or spread false information.

Anyways. These people in the r/DaemonolatryPractices almost view Lilith appropriation like some sort of cult. If you're complacent and don't criticise it, they're fine with you. If you try to call them out on their shit, they come after you hard and ridicule you to shit. It's fucking terrifying, disgusting, and downright disturbing how these people will get so defensive, bitter, angry, and vicious when you call them out on their cultural appropriation. To me, it looks like an obvious projection of their covert anti-Semitism, and when you call them out for said anti-Semitism, they lose their shit and feel deeply attacked, because you're exposing them for what they truly are.

This very subreddit was the thing that sent me down an anti-Semitic pipeline where I got it into my head that cultural appropriation and anti-Semitism is completely fine, and that Judaism was a "bad" religion just like Christianity. They vilify Judaism and lump it into the "big bad Abrahamic religions" category alongside Christianity, and accuse Judaism of vilifying "their" Lilith. It's truly disgusting and horrifying, and I am deeply ashamed that I was brainwashed into thinking this way and was basically within an echo chamber that prevented me from seeing a different perspective. But being brainwashed doesn't take away from the fact that I still take complete accountability for what I did, and I am genuinely so sorry to the Jewish community for spreading anti-Semitic rhetoric on my blog and having such a warped view of Judaism. I sincerely cannot apologise enough and it's something I want to do everything in my power to make up for.

So my message to you guys is this. Please stay the hell away from r/DemonolatryPractices. They are anti-Semites at best and far-right Neo-Nazis at worst. Please don't go near that cesspit of a subreddit. It's riddled with anti-Semitism, cultural appropriation, and bigoted people who will try and justify and defend that shit to their fucking death. Stay far away from this subreddit, especially if you're a Jewish person, as I can't imagine it would be a very safe environment for Jewish folks...

Everyone please stay safe and I wish you all well. And again, I am sincerely sorry to the Jewish community for my past actions. I will do everything I can to make up for it.

Ave Satanas ⭐

-Kody

#daemonolatry info posts #lilith #antisemitsm tw #antisemitism #antisemitic #stop appropriating lilith #less lilith appropriation #demonolatry #demonology #demons #infernal gods #pagan #paganism #daimonic paganism #important #end jewish appropriation

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HSR: 2.5.1 AS, 2.5.1 PF, & 2.5.2 MoC Recaps

Hello there, the time for yapping is here once again! Since only the same eight or so people tend to read these, I don't think we need a wall of disclaimers this time around. Going forward you should really only expect to see them when I’ve implemented formatting changes or have something important to mention that pertains to the entirety of the recap post.

2.4 turned me into a slightly casual gamer: dedicated subsections for my casual gaming activities have been added to minimize some of the reintroduction redundancy that was happening in the last recap.

As always, apologies for the image distortion: long photos and Tumblr do not mix well.

You know the drill, lengthy rambling about my endgame experience is under the cut!

2.5.1 Apocalyptic Shadow

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Gamer's Instigation is probably my favorite endgame title out of all the ones we've had so far (let's go, gamers!) I'm a big fan of AS, as we know, and this cycle's challenge did not disappoint. I got my twelve stars within a total of four challenge waves!

I tried my hardest to avoid resetting in my first run of stage IV, but even after doing stage III and rereading the enemy details I still needed to feel out Phantylia's mechanics to get a better grasp on the best way to defeat her efficiently. Aventurine's battle was rather cut and dry, so his side only took one attempt.

Aventurines battle was also quite fun. Imagine if his normal boss mechanics allowed for a cumulative dice score across your teammates (the energy buff would probably have to be RNG-based or default to the teammate that contributed the most points in order to counterbalance that), but it would make for a much more enjoyable time when fighting him. It’s been months and I'm still salty about the White Night Chronicles MoC XII—there simply was no reason for that to have been as difficult as it was for me back then. I just…

Anyway, here are the builds I used for IV-I:

Phantylia's battle wasn’t hard, it just required a bit more focus and planning to complete. I did my run with a sustain because I misunderstood the HP situation for defeating the flowers; I interpreted it as the flowers would restore Phantylia’s HP after popping, rather than restoring my team’s HP. In hindsight I shouldn’t have understood it that way because that’s not how the flowers work in her Echo of War, but for some reason that didn’t click at the time. Either way, I got it done with relative ease which is all I’m really asking for these days.

These are the builds I used in IV-II:

Pretend you didn't see Aventurine's sphere—there simply was no better choice. It is what it is, and I will not be addressing it further.

The first 800 jades down (whoop whoop!) I desperately needed them because Feixiao bankrupted me on her way to my roster. It’s my penance for betraying Danny boy.

AS Casual Gaming

AS is way too fun for me not to drop back into it over the course of the patch. I tend to get inspired by runs that I’ve seen on Discord and end up motivated enough to try for better clears and/or test out different teams. This is where I’ll be dropping my ramblings about those attempts. Unfortunately, due to image limitations, I won’t be able to include any build showcases in this section. I did consider making a secondary post specifically for this reason but ultimately decided that it wasn’t a big enough deal to be necessary (if I’m wrong about that, please do let me know. I’m down to yap for as long as y’all are down to listen.)

Chasing a better clear with my original team lineup:

Popped back into the game about four hours after my first round of attempts to start the process of trying for a better clear. The last time I was score chasing in AS I kept a close track of my reset count since it was over the course of a few days, and I kept switching back and forth between my phone and pc. This time I stuck to one day and one device so the detailing is a bit less extensive.

Even though I’ve used DHIL in basically every endgame cycle, I still manage to fumble his gameplay from time to time, my first round of tries being a prime example of that. With that in mind, I figured that taking on Phantylia’s side would be my best shot at increasing my overall score. I set my sights on a 100 point increase and went to town.

First three resets: +66 points, bringing me up to 7260

Next two resets: +4 more points, bringing me up to 7264

Final five resets: no points, DHIL managed to die twice—don’t ask me how that happened because I genuinely do not know

70 points of improvement on the second side. I don’t know if 100 overall points is within reach, but I’ll refocus my efforts on Aventurine’s battle and see what, if anything, can be done there.

First and only three resets: no points, I was hoping that there was a work around with the weakness-locked dice but there wasn’t

Barring making my entire team even faster to get more turns, which I don’t have the relics to do at the moment, this appears to be the end of the line for this clear.

Not a bad set of attempts overall. I was able to get my score up to a grand total of 7264 points within thirteen resets. That’s 138 more points than last AS—didn’t see that happening if I’m being completely honest, some of my builds have actually gotten worse since then. Either way, I’m happy enough with this score to forgo attempting a sustainless clear. Let’s be so for real, my account is not currently in the place to even humor sustainless clears. I’ll file that thought away for later down the line.

Getting Jingliu's Revenge:

Remember a little earlier when I said I was still salty about my experience with White Night Chronicles? Well, since I wasn't having the best of days, I decided to head back into AS so I could feel vindication in the form of beating up Aventurine.

Now, you may be thinking, "TJ, you've already gotten your revenge on Aventurine with Boothill like three times since then." To which I would say yes. However, pew-pew gaming him to death just isn't enough to quell the insatiable beast that is my pettiness for this situation. That being said, I called upon my slightly benched, 35% crit rate having Jingliu to finally enact my revenge; the fact that it's been over five months and I still haven't been able to get Jingliu to 50% crate is actually so painful. I had a whole arc where I was farming wind set Pela and did not manage to get a single replacement piece for Jingliu that entire time. I hate that I love this game.

Anyway, back to the topic at hand. I regeared Jingliu, rallied the troops (Bronya, RM, & Natasha), and set out for battle:

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Victory is MINE! 3608 points is pretty damn solid—my Boothill team only managed to get 73 more points during their run. I feel like I can finally move on from this without any lingering resentment or regrets (yippee!)

Closing Thoughts

That just about wraps up AS for this patch. I was wrong with my guess of having to beat up Yanqing this cycle (a well-deserved break after the 2.5 continuance) but I do hope to see him in this mode sometime in the future. I’m looking forward to seeing what all they manage to incorporate into AS after this patch because the new boss mechanics were both refreshing and interesting. I’m someone who actively likes this mode, so I can only imagine how much of an impact the new features had on those who don’t typically care for it. I hope that they continue to mix up more battles like this in the future.

2.5.1 Pure Fiction

No video for Volubility since I couldn't get past eleven stars: I recorded one but it's not worth posting since I didn't even come close to a full clear. I don't want to waste my time editing and making a thumbnail for content I'm not proud of. Additionally, since I wasn't able to finish and I've since done MoC in between my myriad of PF attempts, I lost the ability to save my build showcases for the aforementioned recording, meaning that I would've been missing an entire section of my video. Truly unfortunate, but it is what it is.

I genuinely had such a bad time trying to do this. I spent far more time than I would've liked trying to twelve star and it sucked just about every bit of enjoyment that it could've out of me. I thought I would have a better chance at beating it after a couple weeks away and doing some character upgrades but apparently it just wasn't in the cards this patch. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Closing Thoughts

720/800 jades is painful but I have no choice other than to accept it and move on. If I somehow manage a miracle before the 2.6.1 reset, I'll be sure to pop in here to provide an update. Otherwise, that's all from me on PF.

2.5.2 Memory of Chaos

No video for Scalegorge Tidalflow either. I did manage to get all twelve stars, but my mental health is currently kicking my ass, so I just don't have it in me to bother with it (or this post really) before the patch ends.

Quick summary off the dome since I didn't write any notes when I did my run; Boothill continues to pay his dues. Feixiao is fun to play with—I might need to pull Robin or build Moze though because I don’t have a proper third slot for her team. I thought I could clear floor XII quicker than seven cycles, but a few rounds of casual gaming did not yield better results. No showcases because I forgot to make them before giving PF another try and I'm drained.

Closing Thoughts

MoC was fine. The exo-toughness mechanic is interesting, and I hope I get a chance to explore it more when I'm feeling better. All 800 jades have been added to the savings for DHIL's cone.

Alrighty friends, that's it for this post. Sorry about the quality drop; my brain is being a nuisance and I'd prefer to put this out now while I have some motivation left to do it—there’s no guarantee that I would've finished it at all if I decided to delay it further. Not my best yap but it’ll do for archiving purposes.

I hope everyone enjoyed the 2.5 endgame cycle (to the best of their ability)! I'll be back in about six weeks when it's time for the next one of these.

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