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messylustt · 2 years ago

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Heyy!! I Hope you’re doing well and have/had a great day🥰

I wanted to request a ghostface ethan x reader smut oneshot and to be honest I don’t really have a exact idea but I just love the way you write and portrait ethan and I also think you are one of the only ones that also write him as a Dom :)

Maybe you could throw in some degrading and choking or some public sex if ur comfortable with that ofc!

Here’s kind of a „idea“ but you don’t have to use it if you don’t want to:

Reader and Ethan are in the same friend group ofc but they really hate each other (Ethan is ghostface) and idk maybe when the ghostface attacks begin (scream 6) one time where reader is walking home or something she gets a call from ghostface (Ethan) and first he’s like trying to scare her but reader isn’t that intimidated since she survived before (scream 5) and she’s also a bad ass and then gf (Ethan) randomly starts flirting with her/ dirty talking and the reader kinda goes with it since she has a bit of a thing for gf and then when she’s in a ally gf pops up and it comes to smut somehow and just before reader is about to cum, Ethan reveals himself?

(Oh and I would still love to see the bickering and fighting with Ethan and reader before the gf smut? If that’s okay with you)

I am so sorry, that got so long omg- 💀

THANK YOU ALREADY IN ADVANCE!!🫶🏻

nothing's too long babe! love this plot. meanish banter is MWAH

behind the mask — ethan landry + reader ( scream ) : you don’t realise that ghostface is your enemy ethan until you’ve gone too far.

contents : slight choking, fingering, semi public sexual stuff (in an alleyway), enemies to kinda enemies who want to fuck, dub con, finger sucking. wc 2.7k

"Which brings us to our suspect list," Mindy spoke, as the entire group sat at a campus off to the side and away from prying ears.

Ethan mockingly coughs, before muttering your name. You shoot him glare. "I'm sorry, who here has survived a Ghostface attack, that's right, not you." You bite at Ethan, adjusting yourself on the bench.

Ethan rolls his eyes. "And you survived pathetically." He mutters.

"Excuse me?" You snap your head back to Ethans direction. You'd never liked this boy, almost too "innocent", and always playing the victim.

"The only pathetic one here is you, Ethan." You hated each other. You could never pinpoint why, just the fact that you did. And everyone knew it. Your smile would always drop when he walked in, your tone turning sour. And Ethan's comments became harsher the moment you said anything.

Chad was surprised by how heated Ethan's anger for you was. He'd never seen the boy say such mean things with such confidence, its like he was a different person when you were around.

"Alright, you two can bicker later." Mindy quickly chimed in, continuing on with her suspect list. She faced Ethan who still had a scowl on his face. "Ethan, the shy, dorky guy, whose so shy and dorky that no one would ever suspect him."

You scoff. "You left out sad and alone." You comment, making Ethan shoot you glare to which you mockingly smiled.

You turn your attention to Mindy. "Don't waste your time on him. He doesn't have the guts to be Ghostface."

Ethan was offended, more than by any other comment you'd thrown at him. Didn't have the guts? He internally scoffs. Maybe he should cut out yours to replace his supposed faulty ones.

As Mindy went to speak on Quinn's sexual habits, tagging her as a suspect, you could feel Ethan's eyes burning holes into the back of your head. You turn to him, narrowing your eyes, before muttering 'what?'

He narrows his own, dragging his gaze along your face. He leans closer to whisper. "You look like you came out of hell."

"Mm, and I'd love to send you there." You hissed back, staying quiet so as not to ruin Mindy's ranting. She can get quite mean when you interrupted her passions.

"You could try." Ethan says, as you turn your head to fully face him. Your faces were close, scowls very present.

"I would try and succeed, Ethan. We both know I'd win."

Ethan scoffs in your face. "You seem awfully confident."

"Again who here has survived a Ghostface attack?" You ask tilting your head. "I can promise it means I have a streak for winning, and I happen to be rather competitive." You lean even closer, whispering in his ear. "You don't stand chance, sweetheart." You mock out the pet name, noticing the way his body tenses. Most likely out of anger.

You lean back putting your full attention on Mindy.

;;

The streets were decently busy with costumed poeple, laughing and joking. You felt your phone buzz in your pocket. Bringing it out you didn't bother checking the number assuming it was someone from your friend group checking you got home. "I'm fine, just walking—"

"To your apartment, I know." But the voice isn't one of the twins or the sisters.

"I'm sorry, I thought this was someone else." You say, skeptically. You gaze around, trying to see if anyone looked suspicious with a phone. Then when he spoke again, you finally realised and recognised the voice.

"You won't find me." A deep chuckle follows. Ghostface. You immediantly straighten, feeling the familiar shivers wracking your spine.

You clench your jaw. "I don't have time for this."

"Oh, no, you have plenty of time." Ghostface replies. "Because all you're going to do, is walk home, take out another tub of icecream and stare at men you can never have on the screen."

You open and close your mouth, feeling partly offended and the other part nervous. How would he know that? "Why'd you call?" You steer the conversation elsewhere, but Ghostface doesn't seem to want to, continuing on.

"You'd be wearing those little shorts that cover nothing, with that top that shows just how cold you usually are." You pause, swiftly trying to spot him on the street.

"You don't know that."

"Don't I?" You clench your teeth, because you did wear shorts for bed, and yes, they may be on the looser side, but it's not like you went out that late. You stayed home alone. Or so, you had thought.

"You're a creep."

"You sound surprised." Ghostface replies. "You shouldn't be. Though I guess there isn't too much going on in the pretty head of yours."

A snarl edges your lips. "You think you're so high and mighty, being a copycat to murderers who lost." You remind him.

"It's called carrying on the legacy." He quickly remarks, making you scoff. You had quickened your steps across the streets, deciding it best to get inside your apartment and behind a locked door.

"That "legacy" as you call it, sucks." You say, hearing a chuckle in repsonse.

"Does it? Because if I remember correctly, you always felt a shiver run down your spine when you heard my voice." He pauses, his smile practically seeable. "And not in a terrible way at all."

You gulp. "Now you're just making up shit."

"Really?" Ghostface probes. "So you don't feel all hot right now? A small rush from speaking to me, one that makes you excited. You don't feel that?"

Your mouth has dried, as you try to cool your body down, noticing how it—especially your core—heated up as the conversation continued. "Well, I'm sorry to say. But you're wrong. Very wrong."

"Do you want me to find out?" Ghostface asks, making you stop your steps, swiftly glancing around, your chest starting to heave quicker. "Because I'm afraid, I don't believe you, sweetheart."

"Is this some new tactic. Get me vulnerable in a...different way."

"You think me flirting with you is a tactic? Poor girl."

You scoff. "That wasn't flirting."

"Was I too subtle?" He asks, his tone showing his enjoyment.

You grind your teeth, having to stop, as a large group of what appears to be Halloween market-goers blocking the path. "Excuse me." You try, pushing past people, but they don't budge making you scowl at them.

"Are you stuck?" You can hear Ghostface say on the other line. "Do you need help?"

"Hang the fucking phone up. And stop acting like some scary villain, when you're really just some third grader doing prank calls." You hiss, trying again to push past the loud crowd.

Ghostface chuckles, as you end up getting pushed aside against a stall, making you curse. "You seem to have a lot of incorrect assumptions." He begins. 'I'm getting quite offended here."

"Oh, I'm so sorry." You sarcastically say, trying again to weave through the growing crowd.

"You're rather mean actually." He mockingly pouts out.

"And you kill people. Are we done?" You ask, getting exasperated by the phone call and the rude people.

"Not even close." And then you hear the beep of an 'end of call', making you bring the phone away. But before you can do anything more, a hand grabs your arm yanking you through the crowd. You gasp as bodies collide with your fast moving one.

You can't see a thing before you're pushed up against a cold wall, finally away from the crowd, but now in a dark alleyway. You finally see the white mask of Ghostface as he cages you against the wall.

Your chest is heaving as your breathing stutters out, everything having happened extremely fast. Ghostface tilts his head as you hear a dark chuckle breaking through the modulator. "You are stupidly confident."

Words get caught in your throat as you try to swallow something down. "Aw, cat caught your tongue?" He coos, his gloved hand dragging across your neck, making your entire body stiffen. Everyone knew that if you got a call from Ghostface you were marked to die. And here he was, probably preparing to gut you.

You quickly shut your eyes, seeming the only thing you can control at the moment, because you weren't dumb enough to think you could bypass him and run. There's a moment where you just hear Ghostface's heavy breathing, as the distant sound of the halloween market goes on behind you both.

Then you feel the rough material of his glove slowly dragging across your bottom lip. You swiftly open your eyes shocked. You can feel your pulse beating everywhere—everywhere. You can't tell what Ghostface is thinking or where he's looking because of his stupid mask. You tried to see through the thin material made for the eyes but it's too dark to pinpoint anyone's eyes.

"So stupid." He quietly says, almost to himself as his finger drags across the in between of your lips, getting your spit on his finger. You don't know what to do. You don't know what's going on. Why isn't the knife inside you?

Then his hand leads down to grip your neck, beginning to tighten, as your hands quickly fly up to grab his wrist. His other hand is placed by your hip, keeping you trapped. "You're always so arrogant." He says, tightening a fraction. Your throat feels small as your breaths grow shorter.

You dig your nails into his arm and wrist trying to pull him off you. But he doesn't budge, his other hand now grabbing at your waist. "But also so dirty." He husks out, as he pulls your hips to press against his, making a choked gasp escape you. He finally loosens his hold on your throat, just enough so that air can get in much easier.

"What would your friends think, knowing you have a thing for a killer in a mask? The killer in a mask." He sneers, his hand at your waist travelling dangerously low, now reaching your inner thigh.

"What—" But you cut yourself off as Ghostface pulls your legs apart, lifting one to rest on his hip. Your eyes widen upon feeling how hard he is against your shameful, throbbing pussy. His hand drops down to feel your wetness through your panties, your skirt having bunched up by your hips at the compromising postion.

Your mouth is open in shock. Ethan behind the mask stares at you, as he feels just how turned on you really are. His chest is heaving, as his bulge begs for attention. Why was he grabbing you like this? He hated you. He had wanted to scare, if he ended up particually mad possibly kill you, hurt you maybe. But certainly not touch you.

But as he had begun to realise your very secret crush on Ghostface he used it to his advantage. But in the process of thinking what a slut you are, he began to think on how you could be a slut for him. Begging for him to touch you as pathetic whimpers and moans escaped you. How pathetic you'd look all for him.

His grip around your neck tightened before loosening, moving up to your open mouth as he stuck two fingers in, wanting to feel your mouth wrapping around them, wanting to see your spit on his glove. "Suck them."

Your eyes stayed wide, as you stared at the now very intimidating Ghostface. You slowly closed your mouth around his fingers as your tongue began to circle the tangy tasting farbic. "That's it..." He breathes as he began to thrust them in and out of your mouth, your spit now coating your lips as you sucked. "Look at you, such a slut for a mystery guy with a knife."

Behind the mask, his eyes had hooded, his cock now aching at the visual. You were powerless against him, and that rush made him, bypass your panties, reaching to drag his gloved finger right up your slit, spreading your wetness around. Your hips jolted into him as he rubs over your clit, a sound that seemed close to a whine coming out muffled through his working fingers.

As Ethan watched you suck his fingers, while he rubbed your aching pussy he felt this need to kiss you, lick up all the saliva that had drippled onto your bottom lip. But he couldn't take his mask of yet. He wanted you to know who was giving you so much pleasure when you were at your peak, begging for him. Ethan felt undeniably smug at the thought of you cumming onto his fingers. The boy you hated.

He then—as compensation for his waiting—thrusted a finger inside you without warning. "God—that was so easy. You're just that wet for me, that your little hole was so eager to let me in." His breath through the mask is by your ear as you shuddered. He pulled his now dripping fingers out of your mouth, spreading your spit across your bottom lip as your dazed gaze makes him move his hand to your neck, loving how small it felt in his grasp.

He grinned behind the mask as he added a second finger, pumping in and out of you. Your hands were gripping at his cloak, your mind a haze of pleasure, as you had begun to grind into his hand. "Fuck, your such a little slut, letting me finger you in an alleyway. Someone could find you, you know?"

A whimper escaped you as he curled his fingers inside you. "Such a naughty girl being so dirty for Ghostface."

"Shit—" You breathed harshly, as his thrusts quickened.

You could feel your stomach contgracting with your impending orgasm, and Ethan could tell by how hard you clenched around his fingers. He stopped inside you, making a pathetic whine leave your lips, your orgasm so so close.

"P-please." You say, breathless, as you try to thrust your hips into his fingers wanting friction. But Ethan just pushed you harder against the wall, keeping you still. He then brought his hand to his mask, finally thrusting his fingers into you again as you moan.

He pulled off his mask, not being able to wait before kissing you. You gasp through the kiss not having expected him to take of his mask, or feel his lips at all. Your eyes had immediantly shut as he sucked on your bottom lip, his tongue esploring your mouth eagerly.

And as he finally drew back, breath heavy, you met his gaze. You gasped with a mix of suprise, and pleasure. His fingers having quickened inside you. "What—" You choke, as Ethan grins, his curls a mess, as he stays pressed to your shaking body. "E-ethan?'

"Hi, y/n." He grins as your mouth opens in pleasure as you stutter out incoherently. "Shh," Ethan chuckles, curling his fingers inside you. "I didn't know you were such a slut." He says, as the sound of your arousel fills the otherwise distant noises.

"Actually that's a lie," He begins. "I knew how much of a slut you really were, having a thing for Ghostface..." He thrusts harder into you, your stomach tightening.

"Oh god— Ethan—" Pleasure crashes over you as your head hits back against the hard wall, your body shaking as your orgasm courses through you.

"Mm." Ethan hums as he slows inside you, continuing to watch as your face contorts in pleasure, all because of him. "I thought you hated me."

"I did. I do." You quickly say, as your body feels extremely heavy, your mind trying to wrap around the truth that was revealed.

Ethan shakes his head, leaning towards your ear, licking your earlobe. "Then why moan my name?"

"I—" You didn't know what to say. Because you had. And you had felt very far from hatred when you saw his familiar brown curls come into view.

Ethan felt powerful with how stuck you were. Physically and mentally. His breath tickled your now wet ear, his kitten licks having continued. "Do you wanna show me just how much of a crush you have on Ghostface, or do you wanna try and prove how much you hate me?"

You met his gaze and knew you were fucked. Physically and mentally.

A better way to put it would be entirely.

#. ( psychos )#the ethan effect #ethan landry #ethan landry oneshot #ethan landry x reader #ethan landry x y/n #ethan landry x you #jack champion #jack champion x reader #scream 6 #jack champion x y/n #scream #ethan landry smut #jack champion smut #scream smut #scream 6 smut

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lemotmo · 4 months ago

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Ask box opened! I wanted to copy the question because I think it's a good indicator as to a lot of that fandoms thinking but it was way too long. Basically they were asking about chemistry differences between O/L and O/R. And what the show wants being different from what Oliver and Ryan want. Anyway, enjoy!

A. Hello anon, haha I know, we will see how long I last with it open. There were several parts to your question so I will try to hit everything but forgive me if I don't. First of all the show already tried less Buddie and it backfired spectacularly on them. The beginning of season 6 was very minimal for Buddie scenes, by far the fewest they've had. And the audience hated it. Complained loudly and often about it. It's what I mean when I say they are an audience favorite. That's not an exaggeration. The audience complained after every single episode. The ratings went down. They're a real thing. They have many, many fans that are not part of Tumblr/Twitter fandom. Less Buddie is not an option for the show and the show knows that. Tim definitely knows that. It's why he doubled down on them this season. It's why ABC used them as basically the entire marketing campaign for the entire season and every episode. And look at the results. 911 is the network's number one show. 911 is number one in their timeslot against every other network. Those are unarguable facts. Kristen was well aware of all of this as well, btw, but she's an incompetent brat who used separating them as part of her temper tantrum throwing that was season 6 as a whole. And why she absolutely should no longer have a job anywhere near the show. She purposely hurt the show by actively going against what she knew the audience wanted. Knowing it would hurt the show and doing it anyway should have absolutely gotten her fired (sorry for my mini rant, lol, but I hate her).

I don't know anyone who is saying they hate Lou because he doesn't have the same chemistry with Oliver that Ryan does. That's not what people are saying. Chemistry is tricky. It's either there or it's not. Yes, sometimes when it doesn't exist naturally it can be manufactured, but that's difficult to do, and, no offense to you, Lou's not a good enough actor to pull off manufactured chemistry (it's fine he admitted himself action is his preferred thing). And frankly the show isn't invested in Tommy enough to help him learn how to do it. But what's insane is that somewhere along the way anyone pointing out that their chemistry is off a bit somehow meant you all had the right to blame Ryan for that. That Ryan, along with Oliver were somehow sabotaging Lou. Listen when I say, there are several voices, loud voices in your fandom you all have got to stop taking direction from. The nonsense of going from ask box to ask box pointing out that Oliver and Ryan had a falling out at one point was childish. Yes, Ryan said a stupid, hurtful, ignorant thing and was, rightly, called out for it. But he publicly owned the mistake. He worked on himself, got out of a particular relationship, and seems to be a better person for it. That's called human growth. It's what you should want someone to do. He and Oliver made up. They're friends. They don't owe you an apology or explanation for that. Also, sorry to point this out, but Oliver basically has the man tattooed on his body (gunshot arc crawling rescue). They're close. Get over it. Oliver and Lou aren't required to be friends. It's fine. You don't need to belittle other friendships to make you feel better about that.

Asking if Oliver and Ryan have maybe backed the show into a corner they don't appreciate is I think deliberately naive. Yes I think by now it's pretty obvious what direction they think things should be going. And yes, I think their natural chemistry adds to the scenes, but scripts come with stage directions. They're told how close to stand. They're told what the mood of the scene should be. Now I do think Oliver and Ryan probably add their own spin on certain things, but not enough to change whatever the meaning of the scene is intended to be. For instance I think the thumb to the neck with the gentle rub is one hundred percent an Oliver and Ryan addition. It's been in too many scenes now, and no way in hell is a writer like Kristen capable of coming up with a touch like that, and working it into her scripts. So I think that's their thing. But again it doesn't change a scene overall, it's just their addition to the scene. The show knows what it's doing. If the way Oliver and Ryan were acting was not what they wanted they wouldn't use the scene. They would make them redo it in a different way. It's that simple. And the show is definitely not showing signs of doubling down on Tommy. I have no idea where you all are getting this. If the show meant for the audience to root for Tommy as far as Buck goes, they would not have released that deleted scene. That clip did Tommy zero favors. And your fandoms reaction to that clip proves how poorly he came across in it. You all just can't decide who to blame for it. My favorite are the ones blaming Aisha. I mean there's twisting yourself into knots to not acknowledge the writing meant for it to come across as a bad look, and then there's whatever the hell you have to do to arrive at it's Aisha's fault. I'm going to say something and I genuinely don't want it to come across as mean because I never want to purposely hurt anyone's feelings. The reality is if Buddie goes canon 95% of your fandom will become, or revert back to, Buddie shippers. That's the basic truth. The chemistry is there. The history is there. The two actors the show cares about are there. The majority of their audience is there. The hard-line remaining 5% are the hardcore Lou shippers, and, again not to sound mean, the show doesn't care about that 5%. The true numbers size of your fandom, when you take out repeat comments from the same blogs and duplicate accounts from the same people, seems to be in the mid thousands. That is tiny. That's not even enough to move a neilson rating. It just feels bigger on here because you're all on Tumblr, but many of you have admitted that you run multiple accounts so even mid thousands may be too generous a guestimation. And the majority of the fandom would be soft shippers, meaning they'll follow the relationship that is canon. The hard liners are Lou shippers and the show doesn't care about Lou shippers. I'm sorry anon but unless the show does something in CANON to show a shift somewhere Tommy is a plot point. I'm not going to pretend he's anything else.

Well...

I have just one thing to add here:

Thank you for putting this in my ask box Nonny. It's appreciated!

Remember, no hate in comments or reblogs. Let's keep it civil and respectful. Thank you.

If you are interested in more of the anonymous OP’s posts, you can find all of their posts so far under the tag: anonymous blog I love.

#anonymous blog I love #buddie #eddie diaz #evan buckley #season 8 speculation #buddie speculation #insight into 911 fandom & season 7 and 8 #911 abc #oliver stark #ryan guzman #nonnies galore

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thatdeadaquarius · 2 years ago

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About language brainrot. Imagine writer creator reader who finally learns how to write in Teyvat's weird symbols and they want to publish their book. They decided to do it anonymously to avoid the "aaaaaah our creator wrote the holy scripture" sort of situation. Except it didn't work. The reader's style is too different from the rest of the world, so even if they tried to simulate the flowery speech it wasn't effective.

Another thing. Reader who decided to read some local books to practice their reading. They asked for something simple and similar to their speech. But the only books merely similar to it are 2000 and more years old. It's funny how the older text is the more you can understand it. On this note. If reader write something i feel like it would be hard to understand for Teyvat's people.

Imagine a reader who is autistic or has any other NDs imparing their communication skills. They practically trained themselves to say sertain phrases in sertain situation. But it doesn't work in Teyvat. And everything just stacks at each other. Difference in speech, being a God (so people react weirdly to you), bad communication skills, not understanding nonverbal cues and so on. There's gonna be a lot of misunderstanding. I imagine how followers would walk on the eggshells not to upset and angry their God and reader who does the same not to say something people will get wrong. Again.

Reader who regained all their memories of creating Teyvat, they're super powerful and stuff. But they still struggle with the modern language. Because all the memories are like millions years old.

✨️NEXYLAZA UR SO FUCKING SMART AND CREATIVE✨️ UR BRAIN>>>>>> EVERYTHING

GIF Akashi (black hair) is all the people who read the Sagau/Isekai Genshin tag and Bokuto (silver) is STILL ME RANTING ABOUT LANGUAGE IN TEYVAT LMAO

They cant escape me, sorry people who just wanted to read SAGAU normal things, im filling up the tag💀

I HAD OTHER ASKS BEFORE THIS ONE AND AS I GOT THRU EM I WAS "OMMGGGG WE'RE GETTIN CLOSER TO NEXY'SSSS ASSSKKKK EEEEEEE"

YOU ARE A GODDAMN GENIUS

DHALALWKDHDHS

ME ABOUT THIS ASK:

(^ lol biblically accurate deadaquarius)

I DONT EVEN KNOW WHERE TO BEGINNNN

BRAINROTTING OVER UR ENTIRE ASK!!

♡

Also, its getting kinda old now, so here is the blunt language v. Teyvat's flowery language post for reference! :)

Hhhhhhhhhhh

IF U WRITE STUFF

AND UR IN WORDY TEYVAT LAND

AINT NO WAY,👏

U COULD EVEN, 👏👏

GET CLOSE👏👏👏

TO THESE BITCHES SPEECH👏👏👏👏

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Like,, imagine right now if i told you to write me 4 pages of an essay in entirely early 18th century vernacular.

(For reference: when the story Pride & Prejudice takes place)

... like??

Bitch aint no way u can do that and actually show that to a historian or an actual living person from that time period

and them actually say "wow! An excellently worded 18th century essay!"

💀.

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So tying into that whole, "the only simple texts are like literal cunnieform clay tablets or sm shit"

Your writing to them just sounds like if a scribe just copied off what one of those tablets said just onto paper HAHA

And like, if u try and dress it up, it just ends up sounding like its from a slightly later time period

Like if ur casual writing sounds like 1 million years ago, u being flowery sounds like 8-7 thousand years ago u cant win LMAO

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Omg ur trying to go to that-

wait whats it called,,fuck i dont know Sumeru good enough yet

The.. HOUSE OF DAENA GOT IT

Yeah so ur thinking "Oh what better way to learn a dialect?/vernacular than reading books by them!"

And u basically snatch Alhaitham at the soonest possible chance to take you there

(Bc when i went in, it was just random lore books everywhere so)

Needless to say you have no clue how this place is organized, so u convince him to direct you to books u can easily read first

Like as close to your speech as possible!! U tell him :)

...lol

It literally takes like 3 hours to get something readable LMAO

Bc when the poor feeble scribe initially brought you smth he thought was pretty old and close to ur speech, like just first thought,

... It sounded like it was from the middle of the 18th century to you lol

So, with a "hmm" and a squint at the dusty book you'd already given up on

Alhaitham slowly went around the library making a stack of books, dropped them off in front of you... not a single sentence.

...then he made a stack of scrolls...

..nope..

...a stack of stone tablets...

.....getting closer?? it was really weird seeing Shakespearean language carved into stone....

...and then, with a conversation to a second library secretary deeper in the library, past a caged area of shelves to protect them...

...he escorts you behind the restricted section towards the back filled with glass display cases.

(Several of which contain the most ancient looking sets of artifacts you've ever seen)

...Finally, u arrive at a long glass case of several clay tablets.

Half of which sound like they're from the 1910s-20s, and the other, even older half, sounding straight out of the 2000s..

....

......

...Good god.

(Good..you??)

These crazy speaking bastard-previously-video-game-characters were right.

...

You are suddenly, viscerally hit with the image of Zhongli's idle, "Osmanthus wine tastes the same as I remember, but where are those who share the memory?" 💀

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Alhaitham side eyes you,, (he looks,, very interested, yet also kinda concerned??? HIM, CONCERNED????!!!)

"Ahem, the texts before thy Greatest Lord art the eldest- well, perhaps, more appropriately, the eldest and most intact, pieces of written language known to our humankind."

...

....aYOO MAN 😭😭

...Ur just staring at these half cracked, baked clay tablet thingys, full of slang from like 2003-

Alhaitham coughs.

"Uh, thanks. ...Sorry about all the.. trouble with this..."

BRO HOW OLD DOES HE THINK U ARE NOW-

"This task assigned to mine own person was of no trouble to my mind or spirit, Greatest Lord, fret not about it any longer."

And with a sort of shell-shocked atmosphere surrounding both of you, Alhaitham walks off to check out some other restricted books, hovering nearby yet also trying to give u space LOL

Top 10 cursed images: Seeing "Chillax, bro, dude, and weeb" carved into ancient clay tablets that look like they would be part of the Egyptian exhibit back in ur world 💀

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You eventually just kind of end up writing a couple pages after studying the writings, going younger and younger (nothing has ever made u feel more powerful...yet also more old..)

You stretch, just as Alhaitham finally has made his own little stack of creaky old books

He seems very curious to read what u wrote, peaking a glance over the top of his book every so often (lol nerd, cute nerd... but NERDDD)

You just offer the academic lunatic what he wants 🙄

"Haha, wanna take a look? Some drafts are... closer than others..."

The scribe immediately puts his book down, not even saving his page,

"I would be honored, Greatest Lord."

Is he excited?? 💀 omfg

U very slowly hand ur most recent practice pages over, he curls his hand under his chin "hmm" ing

...Alhaitham shakes his head

"My..deepest apologizes My Creator, but this still seems, at the earliest, from when papyrus was invented, and not yet even into scrolls..."

OK BUT ALHAITHAM WOULD GENUINELY GIVE NO FUCKS ABT CRITIQING YOU, HE MAY BE MORE POLITE ABT IT BUT EVEN IF U DID MAKE THE WORLD HES GOING FOR IT

KAVEH HAS A HEART ATTACK BC HIS ROOMMATE GOT ONTO GOD LMAO

U let ur head plop on ur pile of papers, srry babe youll never be as fancy as Mr. Darcy 😕

And as ur resting there, contemplating just walking out and finding smth to eat instead- same

Alhaitham picks up another draft.

Except it's your first attempt.

As in, you didn't even try, first attempt.

You just made some bullet point notes or some Bs, in ur regular. modern. language.

Alhaitham knocks his chair over standing up so fast-

(HE GETS SHUSHED BY THE RESTRICTED LIBRARIAN LOL, also another person unafraid to scold God lol)

...he says its a perfect example of the oldest records they've found of writing on the continent, most of which they haven't even translated yet

He asks u to teach him how to read this/speak like this lol

♧

(^^^not my best work but hope yall got smth outta it💀)

I WAS LITERALLY GONNA MAKE A WHOLE POST ON THE NEURODIVERGENT EXPERIENCE OF BEING A GOD IN TEYVAT

ESPECIALLY OF THE LANGUAGE BARRIER VARIETY!!!

THERES JUST

ACK

aCK HDHAKD

SO MUCH

TO SAY

!!!

AHHHHH

OK BUT LIKE

IF WE ACTUALLY TOOK THIS TO THE EXTREME IM IMPLYING IT WOULD BE

LIKE TEYVAT SPEAKS SEVERAL DECADES BEHIND U- MAYBE EVEN ACTUALLY

CLOSE TO PRIDE AND PREJUDICE TIMES SPEECH

THEY WOULD LITERALLY BARELY COMPHREHEND YOU

IMAGINE TRYING TO TALK TO MR. DARCY 😭

THATS LITERALLY ALL OF TEYVAT

JUST

???¿¿?????!!! <- THEM ALL THE TIME

ESP IF UR NEURODIVERGENT

I THINK IT WOULD BE EVEN MORE PROOF FOR THEM TO THINK UR GOD

BC UR BEHAVIOR WOULD BE "OFF" TO THEIR NEUROTYPICAL ASSES,

YOUR FACIAL EXPRESSIONS,

LIKE UR MASKING MAYBE BUT

U CANT KEEP THAT SHIT UP ALL THE TIME-

ESP IN CRAZY ISEKAI CIRCUMSTANCES

AND LIKE-

(ok ill tone it down before i also get shushed)

U used to be a player!!

Which would maybe mean u got rlly comfy playing Genshin all the time!

...like i know im kinda stimming when im gaming (and my natural stim is rocking so yeah no way they wouldnt notice that 💀)

So, since u may be still yknow unconsciously wanting to be comfy (esp around ur mains/team/favs)

U probably have stimmed a little around them, which, not that neurotypicals dont stim, but like

They would notice after awhile

And esp people like Alhaitham, Zhongli, Ningguang, Xiao, Ei, Aether/Lumine, Kaeya, Diluc, Kazuha, Heizou, Shenhe, Kokomi, Sara, Albedo, Dainsleif- !! GASP- !! <- my bbygirl omg i forgot abt u before now im so sorry </3

(once again i have not checked a character list, forgive my sins my readers)

^^^ Are like pretty focused on you/observant, so they'd eventually pick up on it first probably

...

....which allsssooo means they're like, collecting all ur neurodivergent thingys lol to compile as EVIDENCE AGAINST YOU AS TO WHY THEY KNOW UR THE CREATOR LMAO

◇

Honestly the biggest factor against u is definitely social interaction,, srry love :/

(if it helps, its bc i know itd be my downfall too thats why thats there ^ 😔)

Mostly bc i have this idea/theory? obervation? that when I especially met Adepti for the first time

Esp ones that werent as close to human society for as long as some others (like think Xiao vs. Ganyu)

And for literally every other non-human people we've met so far in Genshin-

They kinda- they kinda, radiate neurodivergent energy??

Like, they're not adherring to social norms, and not in like a bad way,

But its still rlly obvious (i mean also its probably exaggerated for us as an audience) that theyre not human pretty quickly

coughzhonglicough

COUGHVENTICOUGH-

oh geez wow excuse me, cold weather must be gettin to me- ahem hem-

Anyway, like what Nexy said in the ask,

...

...Yall are all just tiptoing around each other 😭😭

Bc these ppl arent from Earth countries,

All their behavior is weird to you 😭

U dont know how to mask with them yet 😭😭

THE UNBELIEVABLE AMOUNT OF MISCOMMUNICATION THAT HAPPENS ALREADY WHEN UR NEUROSPICY VS. NEUROBLAND PPL

IS LIKE, ALMOST WORSE??

Bc they cant even understand ur phrasing bc its so simple 😭😭😭

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Tldr: "Being Neurodivergent means ur a god, confirmed." - says all of Teyvat's denizens

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NEXYLAZA.

MY BELOVED.

I AM IN LOVE WITH UR BRAIN.

IF I COULD GIVE IT A HUG I WOULD🫂✨️👏👏👏👏

BC I WAS ALREADY LIKE IN THE BACK OF MY MIND LIKE-

*rubs my little rat gremlin hands together*

"hmHmHMMMM BuT wHaT iF mAYbE yOU reMeMbeREd cReATinG TeyVAT, hmHMHMMMMM"

AND FOR VERBALIZING IT WITHIN BLUNT LANGUAGE AU- !!!!!!!

(one of my favs, if u cant tell)

I would (platonically) kiss you right now dude.

Instead I give this:

♡ ily

And also, I AM GOING TO MAKE A WHOLE POST ABOUT THIS-

MAYBE EVEN A FANFIC, OR ONE SHOT AHDHAKFHSKLAAL-

UNTIL NEXT TIME MY BELOVED PARTNER IN CRIME <333

PSPSPSPSsppspspspssss Last Time! CLOSES TOMORROW @1pm CST: VOTE on my 100+ followers celebration POLL :)

Tell me what u wanna see me write about! PSPSPSPSpspspspssss

(U can vote even if ur new! :] )

THANK YOU FOR SUBMITTING THIS ASK

THIS IS A TREASURE OF MINE NOW

GONNA HIDE IT IN MY LITTLE CAVE OF SCREENSHOTTED SAGAU POSTS <333 hehehehehehehehehehe

THIS IS LIKE PT2 TO MY ORIGINAL LANGUAGE POST AHHHHH

NEXY BIG BRAIN ILYSM <3

Cheers,

🌒🌧🌊Aquarius♒️🌌🌘

♡the beloveds♡

@karmawonders / @0rah-s / @randomnatics / @glxssynarvi / @nexylaza lol ur own ask im a menace sorry

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nibwhipdragon · 3 months ago

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god, dear fucking god, the monster hunter movie was worse than humanly possible

WHY IS THE US MILITARY HERE?! WHY IS IT AN ISEKAI PLOT? WHY DOES THE HUNTER NOT KNOW WHAT CHOCOLATE IS?

if they wanted a monster to fight the military at least use a Bazelgeuse cause it's right up their alley

I'm putting this all under a cut because I ranted much more than I anticipated. All my thoughts on this stupid film are under the cut.

Anon this sounds like you've watched the film for the first time and. Man I am So Sorry. It was worse than what I expected it to be and my expectations were already at rock bottom. They used Gore in the advertising but it was only used as sequel bait??? Nasty. And there was gonna be a scene where it and Rathalos would fight in a shopping center or smth and MAN. That would've made the film a little bit enjoyable. The tiniest bit.

The film REALLY didn't need to be an isekai. If the director wanted to make his wife the protag (again. Why does he do this all the time. Give someone else a chance will you) why couldn't she have been a hunter? Either learning the ropes a la Legends of The Guild (a much better mh film you should watch if you haven't already) OR already a top tier hunter investigating an odd phenomenon. Not. That.

And the way the guns were useless on the Diablos??? (Why were the monsters so oddly big too) Hello. Bowguns. Ballistae. Barrel bombs. Gunlance. They could at least do SOME damage.

Also the hunter not knowing what chocolate is is INSANE. They have donuts canonically. They have coke canonically*. Is chocolate really that far of a stretch??? It's sugar and cocoa beans and milk. Not that hard to make and they sure have a lot of jungles so it's not like they can't find any cocoa beans.

IN MHW THEY LITERALLY HAVE CHOCOLATE COVERED APPLES AND DONUTS. COME ON. It's like the director just treated the entire world as this sort of primitive place, rather than a place that's just different to ours. They're quite technologically advanced: They have airships, sandships, the dragonator and dragonrazer, and massive boats that can have up to 3 dragonators at a time on it. Steam trains*² too. All highly complex mechanisms. Yes they all seem to run on steam pressure but honestly? I don't think they'd plunder oil from the earth the way we do, so it makes sense. And all the knowledge on all these monsters and how they work and stuff? That's certainly not primitive. Also how did the Admiral know English. No I'm not taking that stupid timeloop paradox quest that used to be in MHW as canon. Because What Is That.

WHY DOES THE ADMIRAL LOOK LIKE THAT, ACTUALLY?

Like cmon man. I can barely even see a resemblance. $60mil budget is actually fairly small for a film but COULD YOU NOT HAVE SPENT MORE OF THAT ON THE ADMIRAL'S DESIGN??? There was barely even any monster action in the film it was just Artemis and the hunter fighting. Surely the CGI didn't cost that much.

OK I went onto Wikipedia for that info and it led me to find out the director is British. Having a moment of silence to mourn the fact this scourge came from my home country.

Moving on. The insect glaive was shown at the end of the film. No kinsect. My brother in Christ THE KINSECT IS LIKE HALF THE WEAPON. IT'S IN THE NAME.

Another nitpick but the desert is so ridiculously empty I'm convinced the director doesn't know what a desert looks like (I know he wouldn't have been a concept artist. But he both and directed and wrote so I assume he has quite a bit of control over the other parts of the film's creation).

Like cmon. Sure some parts of deserts are quite empty, like the Sahara, but I doubt a big monster like Diablos is going to be chilling in a place with no shade and no cacti. It can go underground to avoid the heat when traversing but in no way would it hang about as much as it did in the film. No reason to there are more optimal environments for it within the desert. At least make the background visually appealing on basis of it being a film. Can't the sand at LEAST be orange-yellow?

Also Bazelgeuse bombing them in the film would've been hilarious to me I wish that happened

Anyways. Go watch Legends of The Guild. Purify yourself. Great animated film that expands on pre-existing characters and also gave us the great indication that the games seem to take place in chronological order. I love you Legends of The Guild

* As one of the meal items in one of the games, I can't remember. Coke is cinnamon and vanilla flavoured so it isn't too outlandish for them to have it as a drink imo

*² The felynes in Elgado use a mini one near the dango food place thingy. Sure it's small but the fact it exist makes the concept of large ones used for transport and the like not too far-fetched

#and if you don't have a netflix account...i certainly don't have it all downloaded that i can send to other people ooo certainly not #answered asks #anonymous asks #monster hunter #also. i will be real #the whole military thing. and the hunter being shown as sorta primitive and stuff in the film. and the whole plot.#feels kinda like the white saviour trope which is 😬😬😬#edit: I FORGOT MY ASTERISKS STUFF

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darkobsessions1989 · 5 months ago

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Okay, okay, so earlier today I saw a post by @ghouly-boiiiii where it was proposed that Barb could have turned herself into a synth to continue her work long term, and I've been thinking about it ALL day. I initially posted this as a reblog, but I was having some technical issues with that, so I've created a new post here.

So, OMG! I LOVE this idea for a multitude of angsty reasons, which I am now about to rant about haha.

I'd go in the opposite direction from a redemption-arc with this and say that instead of questioning her decisions or acknowledging any regrets, Barb would simply double down on her dedication to her cause.

She can't backtrack or let anything go because she's spent nearly two lifetimes working towards her goals, and if she lets that go now, it'd all have been for nothing. She'd have to acknowledge that she gave up everything and betrayed the ones closest to her for no reason. And when you've spent that long so incredibly driven and willing to sacrifice everything for your goals, it'd be a near impossible thing to accept a defeat like that. It'd simply be too much to accept/digest.

She's spent too long molding her existence around a specific set of goals, and I don't think she'd be able to reconcile her continued existence without those goals or the achievement of them. She doesn't know who she is without them.

Similarly, Cooper has spent so long hunting his family down and seeking vengeance on Vault-Tec that he doesn't know who he is without that, either. They've both sacrificed who they were for these goals and for entirely different reasons, and neither can fathom the other's justifications. Though I'd argue that Barb was always quite a bit more practical/cold and capable of compartmentalizing than Cooper ever was.

Regardless, there's something deliciously tragic about all that. That both their goals have become too tightly intertwined with who they've had to become over the centuries & neither one is gonna back down for anything. Regardless of whether or not the continued pursuit will kill them in the end. I could see both of them being totally willing to die for their respective causes.

And I just think there's such a terrible, tragic weight to that. And I'm so here for it because I just always love me the tortured, morally questionable characters.

Gosh, I went off on a real tangent there haha, sorry! That's just my two cents because I love a good tragic/angst filled arc 😅. I live for the discussion of headcanons and character's internal conflicts/motivations, so I can get a bit carried away sometimes haha.

Anyways, hope some of you enjoyed the rant!

#Come headcaon with me!#Share your thots #Bonus if they're Ghoulcy related!#I'm so deep in this fandom rn #Fallout #Headcanons

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ironwoodprotectionsquad · 2 years ago

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TW: suicide

I can't keep watching RWBY if this is the direction we're going, that killing yourself is a good solution and will make things better. That your friends won't care because it's your choice and they have to respect that.

I stuck out V7 - V8, but V9 may be the final straw. I cannot support a show that, if I saw a few years back, most likely would have sent me into a relapse.

Ruby drank the tea wanting to die. It doesn't matter what actually happens - she thought she would die. She didn't want to be herself anymore - something I thought about a lot at that time.

It is so disgusting to me that the show frames this as a positive thing, that Ruby will be better / different or perhaps she won't return at all but (J)WBY won't care because it was her choice and there was nothing they could do. Her sister doesn't care. Her team doesn't care. They immediately comfort JAUNE.

So it's like "sure you can kill yourself and things will be better. look, your friends / family won't even care. no one will mourn the loss. isn't that great?"

And one big thing that kept me from offing myself was that my family + friends would care. They would be horrified beyond words. And I couldn't do that to them.

So, yeah. I can't support RWBY anymore, not even to see it through. This isn't the show my friend and I waited eagerly for (back in HS, we were excited for V4). This isn't the show I was drawn to several years ago.

Sorry for depressing rant. But I wanted to get this out.

- mean-and-rwde

Hey do not apologize for having to rant I get it that's what this blog is here for, for you to rant whatever it is you need to vent about.

It is disgusting how irresponsible CRWBY has been with this entire arc. They don't care about the people who could be triggered or otherwise be harmed by this kind of message. What was CRWBY thinking with telling depressed and suicidal people that their family will respect their decision and it's okay. It's so dangerous and harmful and careless of CRWBY to send this kind of message. Ontop of that they're trying to sell the idea that you'll become "better" if you do.

People are trying to insist that it's not suicide but ascension so it's different but....even with it being that Ruby still drank the tea not wanting to be Ruby anymore. She wanted to erase all things Ruby and wipe it from existence. How is that not a death? I know people love RW//BY but that doesn't magically erase how harmful this kind of message is. I do not blame you one bit for not wanting to continue watching the show and it's sad, it's really really sad. This show used to bring so much happiness to people and now it's just causes to much pain and trauma to people.

I just hate so much how the show wants to pretend this is a good and powerful message to send to people. I hate how we're supposed to think this is somehow a good thing. Ruby wanted to end herself. She didn't want to be "her" anymore and the show trying to frame this as a good thing, that her family and friends will support this choice, is careless.

I'm so sorry you went through that, I cannot imagine how hard that time must have been for you but I am so happy you're here still and with us. I hate that this show causes so much pain now but please take care of yourself.

#RWDE #TW Suicide #Suicide TW #RWBY Critical #RWBY critique

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nerves-nebula · 2 years ago

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why did your parents homeschool you when they didn't seem to have an interest in teaching you?

Sorry but this ask has me in hysterics cause like,,, I DUNNO, ANON WHY DID THEY????

Ok but fr, from what I can tell it was a mixture of not trusting public education, wanting direct control over what we learned, being bad at teaching kids, and then just kind of getting too busy and giving up. Like our mom did teach us how to read, right? But she kinda got … i dunno, bored?? tired?? Near the end?? So my youngest sister really got screwed in that department and needed tutoring.

I have a lot of memories though where we’d go somewhere like my brothers baseball game and she’d pull out different work books for each of us while starting on a reading lesson with another one of us. So, like, she DID try. I have way too many painful memories of frustrating homework to say that she didn’t try to teach us anything hah. she just didnt teach us very thoroughly, especially about things she assumed we'd just pick up eventually (like time, dates, and months)

Also, my dad is a philosophy professor with multiple degrees who heavily values the education of his children. But I don’t think he’s good at teaching kids, and he didn’t even live with us most of the time. So while he supported the whole thing and would administer science tests (AKA have me read a science text book and then take a test on the chapters I read) he wasn't super involved, from what I can recall.

Wanna know the funniest part tho? Home schooled kids tend to test higher than publicly educated kids. And despite the gaps in our general knowledge and downright educational neglect at times, that’s still the case for me & my siblings.

My brother got insane math scores, I’m talking better than 90% of his peers. And I always scored particularly high in English. my worst subject was math but i never failed anything. i had a breakdown when i got a B in my first ever semester of high school, because to me that was basically failing since my mom said it isn't that hard to get A's :/

my oldest sister has a theory that we're all autistic because we all kinda act like it, haha. which might explain why we didnt realize, cause if all of our siblings are autistic then its just normal to us.

but ALSO: we all have at least one thing we're insanely good at. my oldest brother was fantastic at math (before he self sabotaged but idc about him so whatever). my oldest sister is a wonderful writer and has a fantastic rate of success when she sends out her writing to be published, my other older sister is incredibly smart with math & science and is trying to become a doctor (she also makes all her own clothing and is really good at crafting). i got accepted to every art college i applied to, with scholarships & everything. my younger brother is one of the top football recruits of his year in our entire state. and my littlest sisters skill set is harder to describe, but the gist of it is that she's really good at manipulating people and lying. not sure where she's going with that but she's probably gotten hundreds of dollars of free stuff from people and she enjoys acting. excited to see where she goes cause i genuinely think she could do anything she wants to haha.

ok but now im just ranting about how cool my siblings are. THE POINT IS THIS- as much as I was neglected educationally, I think my parents accidentally did something right: I think they accidentally unschooled us, because our education was NOT as strict as some of the other home schooled kids I met.

my theory is that the neglect/accidental un-schooling kind of led to gaps in knowledge around things i didn't NEED to know to live day to day life (I didn't NEED to know the months or days until I went to public school. before that, I'd just ask mom what day it was, or else just go along with whatever she said we were doing that day)

BUT on the flip side! It also led to me and my siblings basically developing highly practiced skill sets based on our personal interests. and also kept our desire to learn relatively in tact, compared to kids who had the curiosity to learn beaten out of them in middle school with mind numbing homework hahafsdfadf.

OK SO I've clearly gotten away from your original question, anon, apologies but this sparked something in me and i HAD to ramble about my theories.

#nnstuff #ask #child neglect tw #homeschool #long post #my mom is bad lmao

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mysteroads · 7 months ago

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Indomitable Will

Chapter 4: Lost and Found excerpt

Everything was coated in white frost, and thick fog swirled around, obscuring his vision. Dead or not, a shiver slipped down Tomura’s spine and his breath puffed out in a little cloud of condensation. His teeth actually chattered. “D-Damn it, Da-Dabi. W-What d-d-did you d–d-do?”

“You all… Just die!”

Tomura jumped, then turned and ran in the direction of the hate-filled whisper.

A few hesitant steps forward and the fog cleared. He had to stop, horror freezing him in place better than whatever quirk had covered it in ice. Ten feet away, the entire Todoroki family surrounded Dabi, or what was left of him. He looked… dead. His skin was burned away, his body stiff coated in frost. Frozen from the inside? Had he missed Dabi’s death after all? But no, the body twitched, chest rising with a crackle as he breathed in, and ranted on the exhale, “Die already. Dad, you scum... Just die. You all… and me too… drop dead. Hate you all…”

Tomura watched a brutalized Endeavor crawl to Dabi, listened to his heartfelt apology, “Toya… I’m sorry! I’m sorry I never made it to Sekoto Peak!”

Dabi didn’t seem to hear him, continuing to rave, “Hate you Dad! The whole family too! Hate… you!”

Sighing, ignoring Endeavor as he apologized to the rest of his family, Tomura went to Dabi’s other side and crouched down. He stared at his second-in-command’s ravaged face as Dabi continued to mindlessly curse his family, and just from that and the blankness in Dabi’s remaining eye, Tomura knew that his sanity was gone. The real Dabi wasn’t here anymore.

“You dumb fuck,” Tomura sighed. Reaching out, he put his hand on Dabi’s forehead, as if he were checking the other man’s temperature, one finger carefully raised out of habit.

Dabi stopped his senseless ranting and blinked, some light returning to his eye. It moved, focusing on Tomura. “Sh-Shig? Really… you?”

He smiled. Dabi had called him Shig. He must’ve actually missed Tomura. “Hey there, Dabs. You ready to ditch this place? I came to get you.”

Tomura was not expecting rage to reignite in Dabi’s eyes. He really should have, this was Dabi after all. Endeavor obviously wasn’t expecting his near-corpse of a son to reanimate either, recoiling as Dabi’s body jerked and he hissed, “Fuck… off! I’m… not done!”

“Dabi—”

“I’m not done!”

“You look like a freezer burned steak, you crazy fucker!” Tomura shouted at him.

“I’M NOT DONE!” This time, Dabi screamed it, his back arching as he tried in vain to get up. His family freaked out, trying to support his body and keep it from breaking apart any more. Tomura was right there with them emotionally, though he felt annoyed exasperation, rather than frantic familial concern.

Shifting to get out of the family’s way, he lost contact with Dabi, and immediately the other man lost focus, going limp and muttering breathless curses. Tomura stared at him, then back down at his hands, startled. What the hell?

He had helped? Or had he hurt?

Dabi had obviously gone completely insane, and who could blame him at this point? His actual brain was probably half frozen and half baked, and Tomura could tell from his ability to feel Dabi that the other man was close to death. But he’d woken up when Tomura touched him, still stubborn beyond all reason, but not insane. Tomura wasn’t sure if that was a kindness or not, considering the state Dabi’s body was in.

Looking up from his hands, Tomura let his gaze linger on the Todoroki family. He watched them try briefly to coax Dabi back to lucidity, before giving up, their expressions a mix of exhaustion and grief. An odd thought occurred to him:

Maybe it wasn’t meant as a kindness for Dabi.

Carefully, he moved to Dabi’s head and got settled, then put his hands on Dabi’s temples. Two points of contact had to be better than one, right?

Once again, the difference was instant: the litany of hate cutting off and awareness coming back to that blue, blue eye. “You’re a real piece of work, you know,” Tomura told Dabi. “I risked a whole hell of a lot to make sure I’d be here when you finally kicked the bucket. But we already know you’re an ungrateful little bitch, so I don’t know why I was surprised.” He chuckled at Dabi’s narrowed eye and the irritation he saw there. “Then again, I guess I can’t blame you really. If our positions had been reversed, I probably would’ve told you to fuck off too. I still think you’re being stupid, but I’m sure you’d tell me I’m a hypocrite, and then we’d call each other by increasingly childish names.” He leaned forward a little so he was sure Dabi could see his upside-down smirk. “I look forward to doing that again, staple face.”

A cough, then, so soft Tomura could barely hear it, “Hand… job.”

Tomura knew his smile softened, and made up for it by patting Dabi’s cheek in the most condescending manner he could. “Such class. I can tell you’re well bred.”

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Hello, this is not a prompt but a question about them, would you be willing to write body swap? Like a spell or something gone wrong but nothing angst about it, like Jace and Alec, and make it crack?

unfortunately, the horrific and unnecessary plotline of valentine/magnus body-switching completely put me specifically off of it for shadowhunters and especially when involving malec.

also tbh i don't really write crack right now. it's just not something i've been in the mood for (though i have definitely written crack and crack treated seriously in the past so like, maybe i'll get in the mood again eventually and there is nothing wrong with asking).

but yeah, i even avoid reading most body-swap fics even in different fandoms because i just go incandescent with rage the moment i think about the whole azazel thing that didn't even make sense like THE EN- wait no. i'm taking a breath.

okay, no lumine. do not go into a rant about valentine/magnus swap. poor anon does not deserve to be barraged with that

kay. okay i have reminded myself to be chill about this lol

also before that stupid episode i thought body swap was incredibly interesting btw. especially because like bodyswap is kind of a big part of the Untamed/MDZS sort of? kind of. it will make sense if you've watched/read/consumed that media etc. and i like it in there but... no i almost went on another rant because IT DOESNT MAKE SENSE THAT VaLENTINE WAS JUST "LA_DEE_FUCKING_DA I CAN USE MAGIC PERFECTLY ENOUGH TO EVEN UNLOCK MAGNUS BANES SUPER SECRET VAULT EVEN THOUGH I DNT KNW THE MAGICAL PASSWORD AND I CAN USE HIS SUPER OLD SPELL BOOKS I PRBABLY CANT EVEN READ"

... okay that just slipped out. i'm stopping now.

nonny i am so sorry about this. btw great ask, i just have some feelings about the stupid plotpoint but absolutely nothing wrong with that idea. it's not the tropes fault that the writers were shitty and ruined it for me.

i'm a smidge bitter about it tbh (saeth is laughing at me going 'a smidge? sweetheart, a smidge?)

i hope this makes sense and please know none of my crankiness is directed at you but entirely the sh writers. it's one of my avid 'canon doesn't exist here' because it wasn't even necessary! they could have recealed jace's herondale blood so many other ways and its up there with 'magnus stealing the stele'.

<3 lumine

#lumine talks to ppl #lumine answers asks

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possessionisamyth · 1 year ago

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sorry this got long and rambling

from watching the fandom if RE3R had Nemmy be constantly on your ass I am willing to bet that it would have 100% gotten people bitching about it. with the way Nemmy works in the game how quick and nimble and violent (cat and mouse and Jill is the mouse) also Nemmy does one thing the Tyrant doesn't do Nemmy can come into the toolshed safe room (a really small room with two doors really close together then add in Nemmy I was always too scared to trigger it) and he is also in one big game of cat and mouse playing with its food (like out running him can be a bitch to do on any difficulty really but especially on harder difficulties when enemy placement is different I am not that good a player i am on a mouse and keyboard* and just not that good so i ended up watching a playthrough of nightmare and inferno before even attempting it on my own)

*part of my own critques of the game the button mashing when zombies grab you when you mash it doesn't hurt as much but it still doesn't work that well you know

The nightmares are actually something i find good i just wish they were longer and more of them (love the angst) but i understand why there wasn't more (one of my biggest gripes about them though that came about after watching someone play the entire game with a first person mod and it was really good and i wonder if the game had done well if they would have brought a official one I hope so)

i know fandom i know how fandom works and its usually annoying shitty places and youtube is the worst (so many rants about their changing the block system to hide user, how many steps it takes to block people on any device etc) offender honestly at this point looking at comments for anything is a test in how beautiful that delete account button looks (one day)

Like people act like the DLC should have been released at the same time as the base game but DLC for 7 came out in december (along with the complete gold edition if i remember right) and those dlc were actually being made at the same time as the base game it happened with RE2Rs Ghost Survivors DLC the free slightly pointless dlc came out in February a month (heck Shadows of Rose and the extra characters for mercenaries didn't come out until 2022)

people give RE3R for being shit for being short and interestingly if you look at the speedrunning community OG3 was around 40 minutes on speedrun RE3R was a little closer to 48 minutes so was RE2R time wise last time i checked

Like the game was really well paced for what it was and the developers and the debut director (who worked on the original game) wanted it streamlined with some more action and the stalker type wouldn't work as well (Peter Fabiano Den of Geek interview)

Another hamstring of the game is they went in the opposite direction of RE2R. RE2R had the unlockable unlimited weapons locked you can't use them to get speedruns and by the point you get them you have already done pretty much everything. RE3R have enough points you can have infinite rocket launcher by hardcore mode with points farming and use it whenever you want (i used it during inferno and got a s rank because after the 9th time i died in the first encounter with zombies i just went the the moment i get there i will get it out and use it. With the s rank everytime i died after that choice to use the rocket launcher i dropped a room in the hospital as Jill needless to say i shed them all)

anyways at this point and capcom for some reason do decide to bring out a "deluxe" edition or "gold" (from my understanding gold seems to be the finished edition) and i hope they do (I want to spend more time with Tyrell and Carlos) they somehow put it behind a wall where the fans that shat on it but still demanded more can't play it (not to be petty about it but i would be less petty if a certain show hadn't made the choice to add a alien in the form of a character who had been dead for years in the last 2 minutes of the entire show for reasons* for more context feel free to watch talistheintrovert's recent video if you want)

*show runner missed being called daddy showrunner knew that choices in the final season were shit (imagine RE5 where Chris kills Jill when she was a bad guy handing over evidence she was handing over to a lacky that he proceeds to leave on the floor and bounces leaving the lacky unharmed then joins up with Barry and they go on a tangent saying that there was nothing that could be done to save her. she was too far gone, she was a lost cause and basically acting as if they never cared about Jill to begin with all this happening a week after Jill sacrifices herself saving Chris from Wesker) and wanted to be praised by someone (some fans were really happy that one of the few characters who had a nice send off where they were held by their loved one as they died and was actually remembered after their deaths. they finally got closure... from an alien who outright stated they weren't that character they just looked like them for bs reasons... i would have been off anon but i also wanted to include this last bit but some of the fans for this character still scares me so anon it is)

Okay, jokes aside-! Maybe if Nemesis killed the player more often they would've defended RE3R as being the Dark Souls of RE Remakes, and the toxic culture of "git gud" guys would've worked in our favor for getting the DLC. Yes, I'm delusional.

As for the gameplay mechanics on more difficult modes and their differences, I don't pay attention to that sort of thing. If I'm provided with an easy mode, that's the only mode I'll play. If there's only one difficultly level and I have the ability to change it in order to complete a game I enjoy, I will give myself infinite ammo, infinite healing items, and increase my character's speed or strength to do so. Mods are my friend because I'm the prettiest most delicate prince on the planet. <(￣︶￣)> Yes, I'm bad at video games.

Plus, the original game when making all the right decisions is less than 4 hours. There was nothing to complain about. People think spending $60 on a game means you need 12+ hours of gameplay, and AAA game pricing has rotted people's brains in order to make that connection. These things should be cheaper and take much longer to produce and put out a FINISHED product on it's debut.

Extremely brief statement to say I know RE7 was the soft reboot but it got too much DLC I couldn't give less of a shit about, so it was pointless~.

I have no idea what show you're talking about, but I'm sorry it went bad.

#resident evil #re analysis #long post #anonymous #heh nothing personal kid

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writeblrsvoid · 1 year ago

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This is more of a vent/rant so I apologize in advance

I'm working a fanfiction(it's my first one ever) where I essentially inserted myself into the universe and brought into the cast, essentially adopted. The goal of this fic is to allow myself to write silly things and to just have fun with it and so far it's been great. I've got a massive plan for what I want, but I woke up this morning and realized it was all wrong

Friendship/familial dynamics are supposed to go both ways. There's plenty of times where the cast comforts my character, but practically nothing of the other way around, and that's incredibly wrong and selfish. I've even planned specific chapters where they bond with a specific character but it's still self-centered. And I know that's the whole premise of the au but it feels wrong and mean and bad and selfish. They can't just sit around the entire fic having the other characters deal with them

I'm just struggling with writing myself as a character and making it make sense. I haven't lived in the same place as my sibling in a long time and idk how to write those dynamics. I just don't know what I'm doing even though I've got an outline and it's fun to write, I'm questioning everything and I don't want to dump this on my friends bc they deal with it enough

This fic is a very different direction than my other big work(a tragedy of just constant angst) and any other writing project I've done

I'm sorry this went in all sorts of directions I just needed to say something

It can be really scary writing something new, even when it's fun. Just open your mind to different possibilities. Something may come to you when you least expect it. :) don't worry about it too much. I'm sure that everything will work itself out.

I'm sure you can do it! You've got this.

#the void shouts back #anonymous #fanfiction

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blazregaliadream · 1 year ago

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Thoughts on BBCTB?

【Rant Incoming】

... The last ArcSystemWorks FG I was hyped for and felt genuine joy playin' despite the things goin' against it.

Gameplay wise, it's a primarily 2 button, autocombo fighter with a 3rd for EX moves. Ironically, I generally steer towards playin' the autocombo style in FGs (if available) cause I have a hard-to-kill habit of button mashin', but when I started tryin' other FGs, includin' a return to UMvC3 (use to play vanilla with pals when I was younger), and found myself adjustin' somewhat to playin' the OG technical style, it really started to seep in that, even though I get why they went with the direction they did, Team Blue (the group who handled BlazBlue and Persona 4 Arena) kinda hard kneecapped the gameplay potential by reducin' the buttons to 2. I feel the UNI cast especially got dealt a bad hand when transitionin' into BBTAG's system (I say this even though I main Yuzuriha and pocket Gordeau and Seth).

As like many others, I wasn't pleased with how the game started out in terms of the roster, but I also wasn't likin' how little there was in terms of stages as well, and even as of 2.0, the stage selection still feels too small in my opinion. The selection for the BlazBlue, P4A, and UNI parts of the roster are great, not perfect but great (I would've liked Enkidu over Mika, personally...). The other franchises feel horrifically underrepresented by comparison, though I do understand that those were a matter of drawing entirely new sprite sheets for most of the characters that did make it. And on a more personal gripe, I wish the Chronophantasma remixes of CT/CS character themes were available.

The story was about what I expected, with Episode 2 leanin' more into the comedy side. But it was good, I'll say that!

Sorry, as I'm typin' all this, talkin' about BlazBlue in general is remindin' me of the current state it's in, which depresses me, but I wanna save that talk for another post (or ask)

Overall, BBTAG has went down as an unfortunately notable case of wasted potential, and even as a filthy casual, it's hard to ignore what this game could have been under different circumstances.

But it's fun, and despite everything, people still play it, even after BlazBlue Central Fiction finally got rollback. (on Steam that is, RIP me who's stuck playin' Switch version cause the laptop I own is a 10 year old relic that barely runs PS2 games well and my financial situation ain't seein' me to a new PC anytime soon until I can find a job that would net me better pay)

Speakin' of BBTAG, maybe I should boot it up for old time's sake, I've been head deep in Splatoon 3 ever since I got it in January.

#ask the fool #blazblue cross tag battle

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paterklatter · 2 years ago

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bazillion word long bones and all overthinking below be warned

i've been rotating bones and all in my mind since it came out on vod (sorry to my two friends who had to deal with my 3 separate multiparagraph rants about it in our gc, you know who you are and you're stronger than the troops) and like despite the movie having quite a few flaws i can't rate it anything lower than a 10/10 in my head. like i found myself agreeing with most negative reviews (at least partially when it came to things like the script, although they often focused too much on the "ahhh it's so gross like omg" thing like yeah obviously. did you just find out it's 2022 movie directed by luca gauadagnino staring taylor russell and timothee chalamet too or?) but the film as a whole just works so well for me. it's most likely just the tumblr cannibalism brainworms i have chronically but like it just hits. but also it could've hit so much harder if it did things a little different.

like it was very very unhorny. which i think works to it's detriment. again maybe it's the hannibal girlie in me speaking but like how can you make a movie like this and not sexualize it like bro. there are some scenes where it feels like they went out of their way to make it unhorny to the detriment of every other element of the scene.

but i also really enjoy how the movie leaves the question of ~what the cannibalism represents~ up to the veiwer. while it obviously leads pretty heavily to each conclusion it really comes down to whatever connects with the viewer the most. i've heard everything from queerness to addiction to generational trauma and they all made sense.

the one element i'm most mixed on is the performances. taylor russell flips flops between absolutely devouring a scene and just kind of staring blankly with giant doe eyes. then timothee chalamets performance was good, having some even great moments, but it felt like he was playing a different character half way through the movie. like in the mannerisms and delivery of dialogue maybe i'm just crazy or something but it was really distracting for me. and the mark rylance is doing... that. sure it's creepy as fuck but it's like family guy pedophile levels of cartoony, which i think would work fine if it weren't for another thing, the tone.

bones and all takes itself seriously the entire runtime and it works against it at multiple points, from mark rylances whole character to one specific line that literally everyone i know who's scene it said made them laugh from the delivery. i also think the film is afraid to fully get visceral. most of the gruesome elements are not shown fully on screen and left to the (absolutely amazing) sound design. which works *fine* until the final scene which has no sound and shows nothing and really kills it. it could've been such an intimate moment if the camera just got in the general radius of the action. again, unhorny to a fault. i do think it could've work a little bit better if it allowed itself a little more leeway. it feels like it's ashamed to be a horror film

and then obviously the cinematography is amazing and the soundtrack goes crazy goes stupid and me and who and you know all the shit i have to say.

all bisexuals be eating people ong

#sorry i'm having a moment #bones and all #long post #peter.txt

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haennaa · 3 days ago

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Guys I’m in a hard spot!!!

I’ve been seeing this guy for a week now and we’ve had two dates which went fairly well. He’s nice and kinda funny. He has a great mindset about most things and actually checks almost all boxes but I just don’t feel the spark. I feel like there’s almost no romantic chemistry. I don’t know why, maybe because I’ve only met him two times now or maybe it’s because he isn’t my type physically (he’s short and most of his physical features are not really pretty expected his eyes) but I never thought I was the kind of person to not fall for someone based on their looks. And then there’s also my mother who’s constantly nagging me because he’s from a country many people have stereotypes about.

On the other hand my long time crush just came out of a relationship. I’ve been into him for like 2 years now and I know his family because his cousin is my best friend and I get invited to all their family gatherings. He’s really my type physically speaking and he’s also really nice. I remembered the first time I saw him I was legit mesmerized. He’s also from a similar country as me (we speak the same mother tongue)

Now I’m just confused because my friends tell me to just tell the first guy that I’m not feeling it but he’s already talking about getting married and that puts a bit of pressure on me. I don’t want to be rude because he clearly likes me a lot and I feel bad for not reciprocating it (yet). My friends tell me it’s better if I just tell him now before it’s too late but maybe I’ll catch feelings.

I don’t know I’ve never been in a situation like this and I’m not really the most romantic person so this is really hard for me right now.

The other thing is that he doesn’t really have a good paying job, which may change but for now he has almost no money to spare. I don’t want to sound like a gold digger but I’m heading in a direction where I’ll work a really good paying job and I’d like my partner to do the same.

My crush on the other hand is also studying something he could make good money with. The only problem is that we have different religions.

The entire situation is making me feel so uncomfortable.

Im just ranting here but if anyone has advice please tell me

(Also I’m not gonna proofread this because I don’t want to think about it anymore so I’m sorry for any grammar mistakes)

#advice #vent post #personal vent #vent #please help #pls help #rant post #personal rant #sorry for the rant #rant

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sugoroo · 1 month ago

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#YOU KNOW WHAT THEY SAY ABOUT LOSERBOYS. . .

ʚɞ summary. jjk men as different types of losers with a girlfriend who's way out of their league! but never fear, they have a few tricks up their sleeves yet. . . ft. gojo, geto, toji, choso + sukuna.

warnings. fem!reader, penetration (p in v), fingering, squirting, oral (f receiving), doggystyle, semi-public sex in geto's, virginity loss + premature ejac in choso's, drug use in sukuna's, 18+ minors dni.

a/n. digimon!gojo inspired by this fic by @/blkkizzat. go check it out!

SATORU GOJO — THE DIGIMON NERD!

your boyfriend satoru gojo is absolutely, undeniably, irrevocably obsessed with all things digimon.

his entire room is brimming with posters, heinously overpriced collectable toys, you name it. hell, even his bedcovers are digimon themed (and he won't change them no matter how many times you ask, either.)

to make matters worse, it's all he talks about, too. at any given moment he finds manages to find some way to connect anything in his direct line of sight to digimon; and once he starts ranting about it, it's practically impossible to get him to stop.

so, with all of these incriminating facts piling up about just how much of a loser your boyfriend is, you might be left wondering… why exactly are you still with him?

and well, the answer to that is much simpler than you'd expect — satoru gojo is a god in the sheets. and no, that's not an exaggeration.

when you first started dating, you assumed he would be mediocre at best, and that you'd probably have to teach him a few things here and there. because a man so painfully nerdy couldn't possibly know how to satisfy you from the get-go, right?

wrong.

despite previously confiding in you that he was a virgin before you went any further than making out, satoru appeared to know exactly what he was doing once he got you in his bed after a few weeks of dating.

you hadn't been too into it at first, purely due to the fact you were seemingly about to have sex with him for the first time sprawled atop his digimon bedsheets.

i mean, talk about a turn-off, huh?

but you quickly forgot about such insignificant details like that once the two of you started to venture past kissing, satoru's eager hands roaming all over your body with a level of excitement you'd only ever seen on him before when he was gushing about an upcoming digimon game.

and after he'd stripped you of your clothes? all bets were off.

"s-shit. so pretty, baby," satoru groaned as he buried his face between the valley of your breasts, licking and sucking at every patch of supple skin he could reach in the process. "so soft."

"toruuu," you mewled out, running a hand through his messy white locks and lightly scratching his scalp with your recently manicured nails as a form of silent encouragement. "feels good."

satoru visibly preens under your praising words, his face lighting up like a kid on christmas morning as he pops one of your nipples into his mouth, suckling on the perked bud like a newborn.

this gets you to release a moan, the sound so hot and so real, unlike the overdramatic sounds satoru had heard on the various porn videos he'd watched before to practise for this moment.

and the effect it had on him was clear.

within moments, your boyfriend's pretty face was buried between your legs, his tongue just ruthless as it lapped and slurped at your sopping folds. he didn't have a technique, really. he was just hungry. hungry for you (and your sweet cunt.)

"ah! s-slow down, toru— fuck!" you cried helplessly, your thighs clamping shut around his head as he continued to vigorously devour you. he found your clit so inhumanly fast, and his hot mouth was latched on to the puffy little bud like his life depended on it.

"sorry, sweet girl, can't." satoru whined quietly against your flesh, his voice muffled between each desperate lick of his tongue. "tastes too good."

you can't remember the last time a partner ate you out this good. most of your previous flings didn't even like doing it at all — maybe even considered it a chore. but not satoru gojo.

maybe loserboys just do it best after all.

he had you falling apart in record time, your orgasm washing over you like a tidal wave as your entire body convulsed against the sheets. you vaguely registered satoru talking you through it somewhere nearby, but your vision was too pleasantly hazy to make him out.

"you're so fuckin' sexy when you cum. god, i need to be inside you." satoru groaned wantonly, hastily shoving his sweatpants down his hips in one swift movement and revealing his considerably tented boxers, already darkened with a patch of pre-cum.

wait, hold on a minute...

"you have digimon boxers too? seriously, sato— oh."

oh, indeed.

satoru grinned smugly, both rows of his pearly whites on full display as he observed the way your words trailed off when he shucked his boxers and allowed his throbbing, obscenely long cock to slap against his stomach.

"ready, baby?" he chuckled pridefully, pumping his leaking dick with his fist a few times just to see the way your widened eyes followed the movement. "for your next orgasm, i wanna make you squirt."

SUGURU GETO — THE SCHOOL LIBRARIAN!

no one knew quite how it had happened — how you, the popular captain of the cheerleading team, ended up dating suguru geto, the quiet school librarian who spent most of his time meticulously organizing bookshelves.

but however it may have come to pass, being with suguru has changed your life for the better (in multiple ways). he's sweet, considerate, and despite how much he enjoys ranting about vintage russian literature, still makes an effort to be interested in your hobbies too.

oh, and also, he's the best lay you've ever had.

you wouldn't know it by looking at him; the reserved boy who always wears knitted sweaters and a pair of dark-framed glasses, but saying suguru geto knows a thing or two about how to pleasure another person would be a severe understatement.

and that's why he currently has you splayed across one of the desks at the very back of the library, legs spread wide and cheerleading skirt bunched up above your waist while he fingers you like a damn expert.

"you like that, baby?" suguru coos as he brushes some sweaty hair behind your ear with his free hand, the other still occupied with being knuckles-deep inside your dripping cunt.

"y-yeahh, sugu." you keen in response, hips weakly bucking up into his hand in search of more friction. you always got like this after a long cheerleading practise, body tightly wound up and in need of release which your boyfriend was more than happy to supply.

suguru smiles at this, his lips pulling up in a way that makes him look like the cat who got the canary as he continues to thrust his fingers up into your gummy walls, effortlessly locating that sweet, spongy spot deep inside of you.

"a-ah! right there. right theree." you cry softly, gripping onto the edges of the wooden desk for dear life as he pleasures you like it's his only purpose in life, your entire body jostling with the sheer force of each of his movements.

he chuckles deeply at your wantonness, the way his thumb gently caresses your flushed cheek creating an ironic contrast to the way his fingers pick up in pace, curling in a way he knows will drive you crazy. "mhm. right here, pretty?"

a strangled squeal escapes your lips as the tips of his digits rub against your sensitive g spot, your hips now moving more desperately against his hand as if you're not even in control of them anymore. "yes, yes, yes!"

it's not long before you're falling apart, spraying the entire desk with your translucent juices while your boyfriend croons sweet praises against the shell of your ear and tenderly strokes through the back of your hair.

"now. . . are you going to be good girl and keep quiet for me?" suguru purrs in that deep, velvety tone of his as he unbuckles his belt while admiring your fucked-out expression. "can't have anyone else hearing your pretty moans while i'm pounding you into the bookshelf, hmm?"

it never fails to surprise you how quickly he can switch up, from kind and encouraging to firm and demanding in a matter of moments. however, it doesn't bother you in the slightest — in fact, you can't help but adore how much it keeps you on your toes.

however, it goes without saying that you don't keep very quiet at all once suguru is mercilessly shoving his thick cock into your quivering pussy from behind, squashing your face against the spines of the books in front of you with each rough thrust.

shaking his head fondly, suguru ends up having to clamp a hand over your mouth in an attempt to muffle your obscenely loud sounds just in case any other students happen to stumble into the library.

maybe the old saying was right after all; it's always the quietest boys who make you scream the loudest.

TOJI FUSHIGURO — THE JOBLESS BUM!

technically, toji fushiguro can't even be classified as a loserboy anymore. after all, he's a fully grown man now (but still has nothing to show for it.)

he's more than a decade older than you and yet somehow you're the one in the relationship who's employed; if he wasn't dating you, he probably wouldn't even be able to afford food for himself, as pathetic as that sounds.

not to mention, he definitely didn't think things through when choosing to date you of all people. saying you're out of his league would be a severe understatement — you're young, pretty, resourceful, and you love buying things for yourself that he could never even dream of affording.

it seems like every week you have a new designer bag, dress or pair of shoes. and as much as he enjoys seeing you model them for him, it makes him feel like a piece of shit because he can't offer to foot the bill for you like a good boyfriend should.

so, he has to find other ways to keep you satisfied that don't involve necklaces that cost more money than he's ever laid eyes on in his entire life.

which is how we arrive at the one thing toji fushiguro is unarguably good at: fucking.

not making love, but fucking. (not to say that he doesn't love you, because of course he does! he just also loves to fuck you like he hates you.)

so that's how you find yourself face down ass up on his bed once again, your brand new fancy dress carelessly shoved up to give your boyfriend easier access to your pretty pussy.

he always eats you out like it's the last time he'll ever get to, and maybe for him, it feels like it is. because deep down, he's convinced soon enough you'll realize what a damn loser he is and ditch him for someone with more going for them.

"mmf... so good, toji." you sigh hazily, eyes half-lidded as you succumb to the pleasure he's giving you. toji thinks you always moan so sweetly for him; it'll be a shame if anyone else ever gets to hear it — but he'd be naïve to believe that you'll stick with him forever when you could do infinitely better.

once you reach your inevitable release, you slowly blink at him over your shoulder and ask to return the favour like you always do. but he simply waves you off, grumbling his usual excuse that "you do enough work as it is" and distracting you by rubbing his pudgy cockhead along your folds.

you keen, but reach behind you to gently halt his movements, whispering out a quiet but sincere "i love you. you know that, right?" fuck. how do you always manage to read him so well? it's like you knew exactly what was going through his head and what he needed to hear, too.

toji grunts out some non-committal answer, not willing to let on just how much hearing those words from you affects him. he can tell you mean it, which works to ease his doubts somewhat — but they still linger in the back of his mind.

shaking the thoughts off, he starts to ease himself into your sopping entrance inch by inch, focusing on the heavenly feel of your warm, tight little cunt around him rather than these pesky feelings.

"well, maybe y'shouldn't," toji mutters gruffly as he pulls himself all the way out, only to thrust harshly back in and earn a yelp from your lips in response. "you deserve a lot better than me, dollface."

"well— ah! — i don't want anyone other than you, toji," you huff out, digging your fingers into the softness of the pillow to keep yourself grounded as he starts to pound into you. "and i don't care if you don't have a job. i still love you anyway."

he releases a sound somewhere between a moan and a growl at your words, his speed quickly becoming as ruthless as usual. it's not his fault, really; he just can't hold himself back once he gets inside you. "shit— baby, you can't just say stuff like that." he rasps out.

"why not? it's true." you counter breathlessly.

and it is. because no matter how much of a loser your boyfriend may be, you love him to pieces. oh, and not to mention, you doubt you could find anyone else who fucks you even half as good as he does.

this point is only proved when you both reach your climaxes in record time, collapsing together in a sweaty and sated heap atop the sheets. and with toji's goopy cum slowly drooling out of your abused cunt and his burly arms wrapping around your waist, you think there's nowhere else you'd rather be than in the warm embrace of your loser.

CHOSO KAMO — THE SCIENCE TUTOR!

you first met choso kamo when he was hired by your rich parents to become your science tutor. it was the class you struggled with the most, the one that was ruining your set of perfect grades. and they just couldn't have that!

unfortunately, it didn't quite go the way they expected.

because when you opened the door to be greeted by the sight of the pretty boy standing before you — all fiddly hands, messy black pigtails and dark eyes staring down at his chunky boots, you knew you just had to have him.

and have him you did.

the two of you have been dating for a few weeks now, but to your surprise, choso hasn't tried to initiate anything with you past kissing. i mean, you knew he was a little shy, but you figured he'd be eager to get into your pants given the way he looks at you when he thinks you aren't paying attention.

when you finally decide to ask him about it, his cheeks flush an adorable shade of pink, and he blinks owlishly at you for a good few moments before he manages to gather the courage to stammer out a reply. "i-i haven't... i've never—"

"—oh. i get it. are you a virgin, cho?"

choso nods almost shamefully, nervously tugging at the sleeves of his shirt as he avoids making direct eye contact with you. the reason he hasn't tried going all the way with you isn't for the lack of desire to, but rather because he fears he won't be good enough for you.

i mean, you're you. so... pretty, perfect and undoubtedly an expert at this sort of thing. whereas choso's never even touched another person before. what if you're put off by his inexperience? or worse, what if you break up with him because of it?

"hey. calm down, baby," you coo softly, reaching out to take both of his clammy hands in yours and giving them a comforting squeeze. "i don't care if you've never had sex before."

choso's eyes widen comically at this, his head snapping back up to check your expression for any sign of deception. but when he doesn't find any, his shoulders sag slightly in relief and he releases a breath he didn't realize he had been holding since this conversation began. "o-oh, okay. that's good."

you smile warmly, running the tips of your fingers over his sweaty palms and admiring the way goosebumps visibly start rising just below the sleeves of his shirt as a result. "if you don't wanna go that far yet, we don't have—"

"no!" choso practically yelps, the blush spreading down his pale neck as he realizes just how desperate he must sound. god, he's such a loser. he has no idea why you even like him, but he isn't about to start complaining anytime soon. "i-i wanna go that far today. with you."

your oversensitive boyfriend ends up cumming twice from just your hand; once from a single press of your thumb against his leaking tip, the other from just a few pumps of your fist. he apologizes profusely each time even though you repeatedly assure him that it was supposed to happen.

it takes you a while to fully sink down onto his lap, the size of his cock just monstrous compared to the rest of his fairly scrawny body. you guess that old saying about quiet boys having the biggest dicks does has some truth to it after all.

choso lets out a strangled mewl once your hips become flush with his, and it isn't long before he's rutting up into you like an animal in heat, as if he isn't even in control of his own body's movements anymore.

the first time he orgasms, he fills your little pussy to the brim with so much of his milky cum that a lot of it leaks out and coats his girthy base in a lewd, glossy ring. but the second, third and fourth times he orgasms? he's shooting blanks.

he's so overstimulated by now that his cock is aching almost painfully, but he can't stop yet — because he still hasn't managed to make you reach even a single climax of your own because he keeps cumming after just a few thrusts into your snug cunt.

eventually, with you guiding him how to hold your hips and bounce your pliant body on his lap just right, you end up falling apart on top of him. choso finds the mere sight so beautiful that it somehow manages to make his needy cock harden inside of you all over again.

and when he whimpers out "can you do that for me again, pretty girl? please?" you realize that maybe dating a loserboy was the best possible choice you could've made.

RYOMEN SUKUNA — THE DEADBEAT STONER!

ryomen sukuna is the biggest loser you've ever met. (and he's also your boyfriend.)

it happened quite unconventionally — when you met him, he was a drug dealer, and your relationship began with you occasionally buying weed from him. but over time, it turned into 'a plug and his favourite customer who frequently hookup together at his shitty apartment.'

and while he may have a pretty pathetic lifestyle, there's no denying how attractive this man is, with his messy pink hair and strangely alluring dark tattoos. oh, and his dick game? legendary.

you could never quite stop yourself from falling back into his bed over and over again, until the walls of your pussy probably remembered the outline of every curve and vein of his cock from the amount of times it had been in there.

eventually, the two of you decided to make it official. sukuna actually ended up quitting his job as a plug so he could spend more time with you, though that doesn't mean he quit the drugs, of course.

he's smoking a joint right now as he watches you grind against his lap, his crimson gaze half-lidded as the pleasant high washes over him. his burly arms are resting leisurely behind his head, visibly not giving a damn about helping you out.

"ryooo," you huff with a pout pushing at your lower lip, your weak hips unable to build up enough friction to make yourself feel pleasurable on your own. you've lost track of what round this is by now, but your body is definitely too exhausted to properly bounce on his cock right now. "help me. please?"

sukuna huffs deeply as if this is the most inconvenienced he's been all day, but nevertheless wraps a lazy hand around the side of your hip to guide you up and down his length. "tch. damn girl, can't even ride me right. should see if one of my old customers can do better."

"you dick!" you gasp dramatically, clutching a hand over your heart in a display of theatrical betrayal. you move to pull yourself off of his lap, but his strong hand effortlessly keeps you anchored in place.

"calm down, baby," sukuna grumbles with a roll of his eyes, but his upper lip twitches slightly in subtle amusement that you know him too well to miss. "y'know i'm just kidding. none of 'em could take me better than you do."

at this, you smile a little, not resisting when he starts to guide your body into a steady rhythm again. sukuna always tends to accidentally say sweet things to you when he's high and then proceeds to deny them the next morning — tonight is clearly no exception.

"yeah, yeahhh," he groans as you start to move on your own at the pace he set, throwing his head back in bliss from both the drugs and the feel of your heavenly cunt dragging up and down against his cock. "jus' like that, pretty."

it's not long before you're both falling apart for the umpteenth time tonight, and sukuna puts out the shrivelled up blunt on the bedside table before carelessly tossing the rolled paper over his shoulder and flipping your spent body around so you're splayed beneath him.

"weed has a shitty aftertaste," he mutters under his breath, easily spreading your still-trembling legs and making room for himself between them as he looks up at you with a wicked grin. "needa wash my mouth out with somethin' sweet."

ryomen sukuna may be a complete loser, but you'll be damned if dating him doesn't have its perks.

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