#this was a rant about how awful he actually is but the man is interesting to read nonetheless

[farshootergotme]

https://www.tumblr.com/ruestheday/765956792656265216/one-of-the-biggest-lies-the-fandom-will-tell-you

Opinions on this post?

I'd say that I agree with what this person is saying. As much as I give Bruce shit for his parental skills (which are flawed and shouldn't be overlooked, don't get me wrong), we can say Alfred is partially one of the main reasons why Bruce is the way he is.

I won't say anything about "Alfred should've/could've taken Bruce to therapy" because then we gotta consider a lot of things about the decade when Alfred was introduced and his age in-universe, as Alfred might've not lived in a period in which therapy was widely accepted and even recommended. But I won't dwell too much on that.

Now, I don't think Alfred is necessarily an evil person, but he can be quite selfish and a coward when it comes to facing consequences (which he rarely gets, if ever).

When shit hits the fan, he's the first one to back out. Why should he be responsible? He's only a mere butler (until he goes and calls Bruce "his son").

He's always detached just enough from the situation that nobody will look at him when looking for someone to blame for a problem that Alfred was most likely involved in.

Bruce might be the Batman, but it's Alfred who works from the shadows and leaves the responsibility of his decisions to the rest.

Does he do this on purpose?

Hard to say. I think he's in a way aware of his cowardice and harmful tendencies, but he doesn't have an active intention of hurting others. However, lack of intention does not mean lack of action, and despite whatever he might feel or believe, he does many things that end up in someone's hurt and even death.

And don't many consider it, but to me it doesn't come as a surprise that Bruce is so emotionally constipated and an unavailable father when he never had someone to learn from about proper parental skills.

Bruce never knew where he stood with Alfred, and Alfred didn't help to make it clear. At first, Bruce was just his master. A responsibility left behind by his parents, but still with the authority to order around the person who's supposed to be his caretaker. And Alfred? We know how much of an enabler he is, but also how inconsistent he can be when it comes to letting Bruce get away with things. And how confusing that must've been for a child? To never have clear boundaries to respect, rules to follow and his behavior corrected.

Kids learn from habit and patterns, and I don't believe he'd see much of that with Alfred, who jumps from his role as a father to his position as a butler way too often for a young mind to fully comprehend. Add to that the fact Bruce already had a position as a rich kid, which would've led to even more people forgetting to set boundaries with him due to his influence.

Now it's not so weird to see him getting away with his toxic behavior towards his children instead of confronting his mistakes like a parent should, right? But I digress.

So, moving onto the next point: child soldiers.

The post you sent mentions Alfred's involvement in the later creation of Robins. But how can he normalize sending kids out there to fight a war that isn't theirs? Well, that's when you remember Alfred joined the army at quite a young age, and there he must've seen even younger kids working as soldiers. What are the chances he has a messed up view on what children should and shouldn't (have to) do?

Subconsciously, he must've internalized this idea of children fighting for their country, and when he saw Robin for the first time, it might've brought back that idea and so he allowed this child to fight for a city that was not even his yet. And then came Jason, then Tim, then Steph, Cass, Damian, Duke... They just kept coming, and Alfred kept pushing this idea.

Jason died? That's a shame, but war is unrelenting, and soldiers are expected to die. It doesn't mean the rest should stop fighting, right?

"Jason Todd, a good soldier".

On top of all that, Robin is good for Batman. Robin is the light Batman needs. Robin can help Bruce, his boy. His son. And who's Alfred if not a messed up man? He'll put the children at risk if it means helping the boy he failed to help before. And when he gets attached to said children, it'll be too late to try pull them out, and then they'll be just another repetition of what Batman came to be when he allowed Bruce to leave.

As for Julia Pennyworth, Alfred was separated from Marie—his then partner—due to war, and found out about Julia's existence only two years after she was born. Their relationship had been distant since then. Julia didn't know about Alfred, but he requested a friend to take care of her and kept sending money all the years to come after making his friend promise not to tell Julia about him, his real father. Why didn't he ever go to see her? That's because, according to Alfred, he was afraid to disrupt her life. But if I'm being honest, I think he also didn't feel ready for the responsibility. And when he became Bruce's guardian, he still was not ready, but Martha and Thomas were his friends, so there must've been a sense of responsibility and guilt influencing his decision.

To summarize, Alfred Pennyworth is an extremely flawed individual and he should not be absolved from any of his mistakes.

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

A Changed Future (1): Yandere Isekai 

When you woke after an especially tiresome day the last thing you’d expect was to reawake in a room that looked nothing like your own

The house, the neighborhood, your job everything was not your own

Instead, it’s resembling a webtoon you remember seeing the marketing, edits, and spoilers for

And if it was all adding up right you’d find the horrifying truth behind the controversial protagonist of the story would be incredibly true

“Look I’m sorry I yelled…I love you…I’m really hungry. Can I eat today?”

The beautiful and practically perfect protagonist was the one who trapped their love interest inside their–now your basement

Chained to the floor on a chair in the dark with unfinished surroundings was the poor victim of the yandere protagonist

Haruko, is an average guy who previously caught the protagonist’s attention by standing up to one an influential pair of elitists in defense of their crush but that’s hearsay

In the former protagonist's atmosphere the children of the rich were victims to their family’s whims often protecting their wealth rather than their children

Which caused Haruko to defend his friend from their overbearing parents

That is when the protagonist suddenly fell deeply in love with the average fellow 

Obsessively stalking him and eliminating their rivals by any means necessary

finally snatching their love and running to a small little home where they planned to have their dreamy life 

Of course, after breaking his spirit and having Haruko develop some kind of stockholm syndrome

To find that you’ve been isekai’d is jarring 

But being a protagonist that had the internet raving for years about how unhealthy they were is awful

But it was nothing when you were standing at the top of the stairs and watching the malnourished man call out to you

“Yeah….sure.”

Naturally you calm down, enough to make the poor guy something to eat and drink

Excusing yourself to have a breakdown in the bathroom before coming up with a plan to fix it all

“Y-you’re letting me go?”

“Yes, I won’t stop if you want to go to the police…but I’d really appreciate it if you didn’t.”

You felt so selfish 

But you weren’t the one who imprisoned him

Now that you were though you were going to turn a new leaf

After feeding him, clothing him, and giving him a hefty sum from the protagonists savings 

You go to their place of work where they’re in line for a promotion

“I quit.”

“E-excuse me (L/n)?! But your about to become the vice president of the company!?”

“I know. Sorry?”

You almost feel bad turning down the CEO who visits to try and reason with you

In your opinion, the protagonist didn’t deserve any of their success

They technically didn’t need it because they were stacked

Same could be said for the detective thats been constantly asking the protagonist questions

“You are actually agreeing to talk with me?”

“Yeah.”

“Did you hit your head?!”

With the knowledge from spoilers and ads you’d seen, you knew that the worst part of this story is that the protagonist is doing just fine while Haruka continues to struggle with his captivity and manufactured feelings

You want to do this right, whether you were meant to live in this world from now on or would one day return to your own

But in the meantime you’d do what you felt was right 

Turning their life—now your life around to somehow try to condone for all the crimes they’ve done

Unfortunately, though things don’t seem to want to go your way

“Please Please take me back!” 

“What?”

“You heard me! You were right you’re the only one who loves me! I love you! Please! Please! Take me back in your basement!”

“Okay?”

It seems that once you released the poor guy he returned to society

Expecting to be welcomed by his friends and family upon being missing for years

Who instead had moved on or had benefitted from him being declared dead

He tried to go back to working but he couldn’t get you out of his head

Not the one that ranted about adoring him and the one that would go days without feeding him

But the one that cried when you saw his skin bruising in his chains

The one that fed him a hot meal 

The one that helped him relearn to use his weakened legs

The one that keeps apologizing for every little thing you do

That’s the you, he likes

And he’d much prefer he turn back to being a victim trapped in your basement if it meant having you back in his life

“I don’t mind if you stay here if you need but I’m not keeping you trapped here. I won’t do it anymore.”

He cries and bangs his hands on the floor when you officially tell him

But he’ll take you up on your offer to move in with you

“Good morning (Y/n)! Since you quit your job you’re getting up so much later now. You’ve got to be careful waking too late.”

“Uhm how do you know I quit my job?”

“Unless you're locking me in the basement you don’t need to know!~”

He’s like a weird roommate who occasionally asks that you restrain him in some way

Purposefully rummaging in your storage to find ropes that you haven’t thrown away yet or buying them himself and leaving them out

“Ooops~! I did leave a chain out while cleaning! I’m so bad, being so careless even though you’ve been so against it. I should be punished! I know, you should tie me up! Right? Right? Right?”

He’s going insane everytime you refuse his demands to be locked away

You’re even sweeter now that he’s not locked away and that’s not helping

He’ll ultimately decide he should try it

“Hey (Y/n)?”

“Yes?”

“You still feel guilty about what you did to me right?”

“...Yes.”

“Then how about you do something for me? To make up for it?”

Even if you know you’ve done nothing wrong 

The guilt doesn’t stop you

Letting him lock you in the basement as he repeats some of the same punishments he remembers

Or rather tries to

“I just can’t seem to stand being away from you for a day, let alone not feed you then. I have no idea how you did it.”

You couldn’t be sure either

Which is why you don’t protest as his actions tend to get a bit more…wild

“Like you suggested I did try going for that new job again.”

“Uh that’s good.”

“I know since you’ve left they seem to be desperately searching for extra hands. I’d feel bad for them if you weren’t with me!”

“Right…”

“But being away from you all day is killing me! Maybe I should look for a more remote position.”

He treats you better than the former protagonist did 

Quickly moving you up to your old room and just chaining you there

But he wants more from you 

More Kisses

More Cuddles 

More Romance 

More Touching

More Quality time

He takes up so much of it, that the same problems that happened in the webtoon were happening again

Except this time it was related to you

“I’m Revmere the CEO of the Revere Co. I’m wondering is (Y/n) home? I’ve been trying to reach them by phone but it hasn’t been going through.”

“And I’m Detective Cape. Thomas Cape, I also need to speak with (Y/n) and you too if that’s alright Haruko.”

Part 2: Here

[pruneunfair]

Tropes in manhwa are awful yet people still defend them

I'm in a bad mood right now so what better way to release all that pent up anger by ranting on what can ruin a good story.

1: Slavery being inserted only for cheap plot and slaves being demonized as obsessive/greedy monsters for "not knowing their place"

Theres nothing wrong with wanting to insert slavery in your story AS LONG as it's not just cheap plot to make your MC look "better" by buying from a single to all of the slaves because let me tell you this: there is no such thing as a good slave owner, you cannot morally own another human being. A lot of manhwa like to have slavery be a part of their plot completely ignoring that just because the MC goes "wow this is terrible" doesn't make them a good person after they buy a slave.

Remarried empress does this with its villian Rashta by pushing the notion that she's being greedy for not wanting to stay in poverty so Navier won't suffer because apparently a slave wanting what the silver spoon mouthed nobles were born into is so terrible not to mention they justify slave owners and slavery in general as a punishment for criminals (neglecting the fact that children can be sold by their parents)

The villainess has fun again justifies a child slave being bought by the lead and he becomes an obsessive shouta love interest, fans continously justify by using the ancient lolicon excuse "he may look young but he's actually 99182823 years old!"

In divorcing my tyrant husband, Robelia buys 30 slaves and the only 2 that consistently show up have no other personality other then "we love you FL we will worship you till the end of time!"

There's a damn manhwa out there literally called the order of slave breeding and even when a story tries to do this correctly such as VADTD with Penelope being portrayed as a bad person for what she did to Eckles, fans have been so deluded by the idea that FL's buying slaves is "girlboss" that they think Eckles should be grateful to be Penelopes "pet"

2: ML's murdering innocent people after one guy hurts the FL

I already made a specific post about it before and I'll say it again: all this does is make your male lead/father figure look like a horrific monster. While you could say it's because its a medieval kingdom (objectively that is true that they would do this) manhwa and OI is the same place where despite in those times taking a mistress was considered normal they still view it as cheating and "how could you pick that slut when you have such a perfect wife!? 🤬" in most stories. So yes, modern morality is still inserted within these tropes. While I can get it's a way to show that the man in questions loves the FL so much he's willing to go to such lengths to protect her I think just mutilating the guy that actually did the sin would be enough because try imagining yourself as a faithful servant who was amazing at your job getting brutally slaughtered by the Emperor because your boss attacked his daughter or lover.

Into the light once again does this with Aishas dad murdering all the relatives and close friends of a count that tried to kill Ysis and Aisha, Aisha doesn't seem to care despite being in a situation where she was wrongfully executed in her past life.

Remarried empress does this too. After Navier is nearly killed by Krista's brother, Heinrey tortures and kills the dad and slaughters the servants of the zemensias. I can't remember if he also murdered the remaining family members but I wouldn't put it past him.

3: protagonist centered morality

Protagonist centered morality is the biggest indicator that a piece of media is dealing with a mary sue FL. Whatever the protagonist says is right is immediately morally correct. This is actually used to justify the last 2 examples with "it was for the FL!" Things like slavery, murder, workplace abuse, union busting, pedophilia, and being a POS to your loved ones are all justified if the protagonist finds a cheap way to justify it and you HAVE to agree with her because her backstory is very tragic 🥺. Protagonist centered morality also ruins the chance for good characters since the FL herself never has to grow as a person so she stays the same exact thing as she was just with more enablers and random characters will be treated as villains even if they aren't actually wrong about being suspicious of the Protagonist or calling out her behavior. It twists the narrative in such incomprehensible ways that you don't even know what your reading anymore. I can't even list all of the manhwas that do this given how many there actually are so I'll just list some that are at least self aware there Protagonist is awful/morally grey or isn't even a bad person but they still have flaws that can be pointed out

Villains are destined to die

My in laws are obsessed with me

Not sew wicked step mom

Depths of malice

The villainess turns the hourglass

Beware of the villainess.

4: villains being dumbed down to make the lead look smarter

This is unfortunately another common staple often used as a quick way to make the FL look smart and witty but is that really hard to look smarter when everyone else around you is an idiot? Not only does the FL not have to put in actual effort to best her enemies but you just start to pity the villain for basically being a punching bag. Dimwitted villains aren't always bad in fact they can be some of those most entertaining characters no matter much they lose but that only works when they are meant to be seen as a goofy character that your not supposed to take seriously. Villains that are written as extremely childish and stupid but your still supposed to treat them as serious antagonists on the other hand are just annoying since you wonder how the protagonist even got killed by them in the first life if they're so stupid.

Isabella de Mare while admitly having a good reason for being dumbed down (she's a teenager in the 2nd life so it's reasonable she wouldnt be as smart as her adult counterpart) is still a joke of a villainess who keeps flipping back and fourth from a snot nosed whiny brat to a mastermind only at convenient opportunities when the plot needs conflict.

Mielle from the villainess turns the hourglass was first portrayed as extremely conniving as she arranged for Arias downfall in the shadows but in the second life she fails at every scheme she has even though she has Emma and Isis to help her out.

Ragibach is a literal demon possessing the body of another woman with the goal of setting demons loose on the word to start another human vs demon war and she succeeded in that the first time, the devastation was all there so clearly she has to be a formidable antagonist right? Well no, she's another case of being dumbed down further and further so Keira can succeed and while they do understand some plot holes such as Ludwig not trusting her as much in the second life it doesn't change the drastic character change from evil genius to bumbling idiot.

In short: dumbing down your villains so your lead can look smarter is essentially going to give the equivalent of a hydrogen bomb vs a coughing baby.

5: feminine women being demonized as basic "other girls" sluts

Okay this one isn't nearly as terrible as the others on this list because we all love the good old "a demon makes itself look beautiful to deceive humans" kind of villain, in fact as you probably know by me by now, white lotuses are my favorite kinds of character and even in media outside of manhwa I always find myself drawn to angelic villains but it seems like this is less of that and more of "Oh those are all the other girls who just want a man to save them, look at how much better my badass rich boss babe is for working for herself while taking all of their men at the time 😎" in manhwa. As soon as a traditionally feminine girl shows up, comments are already calling her a two faced bitch and half the time protagonist is already skeptical of her. This is the opposite of what being a feminist really is, a real feminist wouldn't be putting down other women just because they dress with more pink with bows and skirts and while I do think for most manhwa this is unintentional I do wish that we could have more characters like Psyche, Helena, Athy, and Jennette that prove that being overly feminine doesn't make you a backpedal on feminism. This doesn't make the badass or sexy fl's bad either, it just means they can co-exist.

An angelic villain should be treated as evil for being a well calculated schemer, not because they have a light colored color scheme

6: toxic relationships being romanticized as good

You know for a large community that claims to be about girl code a good chunk sure likes to look the other way when it comes to toxic relationships as long as the abuser is "hot" and theres always the terrible excuse such as "he has trauma!" Or "he doesn't know how to show his love normally!" No just no we aren't doing that here. Cry or better yet beg has this problem with not only the narrative claiming that Matthias graping Layla is okay because she actually loves him and doesn't know it but a large part of the fanbase also defends it, the same goes with try begging, a manhwa written by Solche who also wrote cry or better yet beg and once again despite Leon being an abuser everyone's ready to justify his actions because he's just a soft little boy who ends up falling in love with Grace awww 😍 (what the hell?) Everyones all about not justifying abusers because they had a sad past until it's the "sexy" male leads with daddy issues.

7: maid slapping

This shit isn't asserting your dominance as a boss bitch it's just work place abuse. This trope has gotten so out of hand of being justified by narratives and readers that there is an entire webtoon called this isekai maid is forming a union that's all about criticizing twisted manhwa tropes that get brushed off with maid absuer being at the biggest one. It's funny because a lot of people complain that Isekai maid union villainizes the nobles too much but they never ask the same questions when a OI is demonizing maids as greedy and lazy in order to deserve a beating. This doesn't just stop at hands either it can escalate to threats of mutilation just to assert dominice which is absolutely sick. Most of the time these leads used to be office workers or terminally ill patients, they know how terrible it is to be treated like garbage by their superiors yet they continue to absue every maid who isn't getting on their knees for them. Most maids in real history would not mistreat a noble even if they were the most hated in the house and even if they did they'd be fired without a letter of recommendation so why can't the FL's just fire the rude maid if they care about dignity so much because I'm pretty sure getting violent with a maid isn't very dignified either.

8: disgusting age gaps

Very similar to #6 but in this case while the ML/FL isn't a cruel monster to their partner it doesn't change the fact that grooming and pedophilia is still a crime worthy of life in prison. You'd think "oh no way, this can't be justified can it?" You'd be wrong. Now I belong to house of Castillo thankfully has a larger fanbase of people who think that a relationship between a girl who got groomed by her knight is bad but in cases like into the light once again a lot of people like to say "Well Aisha is technically 28 so it's fine!" When it really isn't since Aisha is still mentally 14. Taming my ex husbands mad dog is another one that does this with Reinhardt grooming a 16 year old boy and its apparently meant to be "cute".

9: claiming a character as unattractive yet giving them a perfect body and appreance

I just think this is a major cop-out since there's time where they want to make a realistic story yet also wanting a fantasy fufilment. I don't think its a coincidence that the only woman in tears of a withered flower that yout supposed to support is a Victoria's secret model body type. Even though she's meant to be an overworked exhausted 33 year old woman being mocked for losing her beauty she sure as hell isn't drawn that way, the only other women around hae soo are all women with smaller boob's and in general more common body types that are either classed as stupid or jealous that Hae soo is so beautiful that all the attractive men want her

how about we don't pit all the women against each other for once? And let's especially not villainize other women because their jealous they could never be have large boob's and tiny arms+waist at the same time?

10: the commoner protagonist actually being a noble rich person all along

Look I know most of us had loved those "the hated child is the lost princess" GLMM but we need to drop it because it's kinda disappointing that the nobody who had to work their way to the top is actually a secret magical princess who had royal blood in them all along. While I did think the villainess turns the hourglass was a pretty decent read I was super disappointed finding out that Aria was of noble descent all along. I liked seeing a commoner protagonist for once and it really felt like it was critiquing the idea that all commoners and poor people who want nice things like the nobility are greedy animals. Something similar can also happen with certain saintess manhwas that decide to twist itself into "the villainess was the true saintess all along!" And I'm just sitting here thinking "well there goes the hope that you didn't need the super duper rare power to be a strong character"

I feel way better now after writing all this.

[jade-len]

Tired, 39 year old Shen Yuan is constantly nagged by his parents about giving them grandchildren. At a certain point, they were done with begging for him to marry a nice lady and just skipped to pleading for grandkids.

While the idea of having a child does make his heart yearn in a way that will definitely be dangerous if thought about for too long, he just doesn't have the time! No way! And what kind of father would he be, secretly reading cheesy, terrible webnovels in his free time? Which, mind you, is rare nowadays. He'd like to spend that valuable time getting rest via napping, thank you very much.

So what if Shen Yuan's heart swells when he sees his students run up to their parents with adorable, toothy grins? So what if he treats his class like they're his own children from time to time, spoiling them silly and proudly wearing the badge of "Best Teacher!" every year? So what if he wants a child to call his own!?

To love and care for a child, Shen Yuan has accepted that it would simply be a privilege he'll never experience.

...Think, think! Don't get so mopey now, Shen Yuan! Try to outweigh the baby fever with the pessimism you (slightly) obtained from your mean older brother!

How about this: There'll be no time for himself, none at all! Just more and more work. Come home from his job, dealing with a bunch of rowdy kids to find your own permanent little monster running around the house! At least he's getting paid for the first one!?

Shen Yuan had seen those videos and posts of kids accidentally exposing their parents embarrassing tendencies. Knowing him, his hypothetical child would have piles upon piles of blackmail on the Shen family's youngest son! Leave this old man alone, alright? Non-existent dumpling, theoretical baobei, please don't be so careless with your father's reputation...

(It would be careless too, to become a gaping hole in the heart of his child. Wouldn't it be selfish to have one, only to die a few years later?)

Over a decade ago, believe it or not, this esteemed Mr. Shen had gone by the shameless persona of "Peerless Cucumber" on the internet. He'd been an infamous anti-fan of the male power fantasy stallion web-novel series, Proud Immortal Demon Way and would leave scalding essay-length comments and posts ranting about its terrible plot point and flaming the author for his awful characterization and overall writing. That era of his life was when he actually had the time to stare into the digital sea of texts and write entire documentaries as replies for twelve hours straight. Fortunately or unfortunately, Shen Yuan doesn't have the same luxury as of now.

Despite the constant hate spewing from his younger self, present-day Shen Yuan is honestly very impressed by the constant thousand word updates every day. Honestly, looking back, how did that man accomplish that? Airplane Shooting Towards The Sky, dear author, are your hands okay? Youthful Shen Yuan's hands cramped all too much from simply typing up angry comments, now imagine PIDW's author??

Aaah, yes, the former hater Peerless Cucumber had long forgotten about PIDW. The author mysteriously disappeared one day, leaving Luo Binghe out on his own for more wives to dual cultivate with as Shen Yuan had realized his passion for literature (and critique!).

With a newfound, realized passion in his heart, Shen Yuan went off to actually pursue the college education his parents had very lovingly saved (and were ecstatic he was actually using) and became a literature teacher! NEET 21 year old Shen Yuan would be quite astonished to see this dignified Mr. Shen now, yes, very much so indeed.

Now, Shen Yuan.. doesn't quite remember PIDW all too well. He begrudgingly admits that it holds a dear and special place in his heart, but in all honesty, Shen Yuan can remember merely a handful of the wives and plot points. Ah, this is what happens when you actually get a life, interesting! Clap it up!

The most Shen Yuan remembers is the stallion novel character, Luo Binghe. His favorite, and - he really can’t stress this enough - an absolutely wasted potential of a character. Shen Yuan may be an older and wiser man who doesn't waste constant time on the internet like before, but that only means he actually has a degree to be critic. Serves all of those self-righteous, questioning commenters right from all those years ago! Look at him now!

Importantly however, Shen Yuan also remembers just how badly he wanted to coddle the protagonist, blackening or not, pre-abyss, post-abyss, even as a demonic tyrannic emperor! Can you believe that none of Luo Binghe's wives wanted to squeeze his cheeks and kiss his forehead!? Master Airplane, throw in some fluff, will you? Spare the poor boy from all of these succubi (metaphorically and literally) and let him take a nap! Ahhh, who really cares if Luo Binghe has a kingdom he needs to take over? Throw a blanket on him! Cranky, old Mr. Shen knows the feeling of being terribly overworked, so imagine how the protagonist feels!? Shen Yuan nods his head approvingly at the thought.

All of those mistresses flocking over to Luo Binghe... If Shen Yuan were his guardian, he would kick them all out without a second thought in place of good family bonding time.

Women, power, sex... really, what's needed is a loving father who'll coddle and take care of Binghe when no one else can!

So, Shen Yuan guesses he shouldn't be surprised when he wakes up in the body of Tianlang-jun.

[bellamoooon]

A/N: So…Patrick’s sister, this was supposed to be shorter but I uh…I got carried away, enjoy anyway!! <33

As patricks sister, you always understood the dynamic; Patrick is the overprotective annoying older brother and you are the nerdy—he says— younger sister.

So obviously, growing up with him was an interesting experience to say the least.

Before going to MRTA, he’d usually bring his friends over after school, and of course you being the pretty little thing you are, they’d always joke around about how Patrick’s sister was hot, (literally average twelve year old when they see any female) and well Patrick, Patrick was pissed, so this is when the golden rule—he calls it— came in.

Patrick’s sister is off-limits.

Which eventually stopped being a big deal when he left for MRTA, since you’d only see him for holidays and breaks, and you didn’t really get to meet any of his friends.

Then Art comes into Patrick’s life; Bunkmates since they were twelve, both in their first year away from home.

For the first summer break, Patrick left to go to your family’s lake house with you and your parents, and Art went back home to visit his nana, he knew his parents would most likely be away working—as per usual.

But he actually finds out that his nana had already been sent to a retirement home 15 minutes out of his home town, so he visited every couple of days during that summer even though his nana kept telling him, “Artie, you don’t have to visit an antique like me, go be a kid, enjoy your summer” however he insisted in staying around her to keep company.

So when they get back, Patrick “loud mouth” Zweig rants to Art about his summer, and Art simply nods thinking about how he’d most likely stay in the academy next summer, not like he had much to go back to at home.

Fast forward a couple of months, it’s Christmas; Art is helping Patrick pack last minute when there’s a knock at the door, then they hear a feminine voice.

“Come on dickwad, mom and dad are waiting in the car”

Patrick groaned as he started to shove his things into his bag, then looking back at art as he folded some of Patrick’s shirts.

“Hey, Donaldson, mind getting the door? It’s my fuck ass sister” he said casually as he grabbed the shirts from Art.

“Sure” Art mumbled not thinking much, only trying to imagine a female Patrick behind the door, seeing as he’s never met you, so there he goes, he opens the door and finds—not a female Patrick— but the prettiest girl he’d seen just standings there in the most angelic way.

“Hey…?”

“Art, it’s uh— my name is Art” he’s stumbling over his own words in the stupidest way possible.

“What kind of name is Art? Are you like an Arthur or something?” He cringes internally but before he can answer Patrick pushes past him.

“It’s just Art, leave him alone, he’s my best friend, only I can make fun of him, find one yourself, kid” Patrick speaks as he walks out the door with his things then turns to Art, “going home for Christmas, Donny?”

Art despised that nickname, the tips of his ears went red as his whole face flushed, but he shook his head.

“My parents said they won’t be able to make for Christmas and I— I don’t want to worry my nana so…” he said shyly and a bit disappointed but, they were the same parents that had forgotten his birthday a year ago and days later brought a cake that said “happy 14th birthday” when he was turning 12.

“Awe…that sucks man, I’ll talk to my parents, you can tag along with us to our lake house next summer”

And that’s how the tradition all started, every summer, Art would spend it with Patrick’s parents, you and Patrick at the lake house, which gave him enough time to catch a little something his nana called a Lovebug, essentially, his was crushing hard.

But of course, there was the golden rule— totally off-limits.

And Art was…fine with it, it’s not like you’d ever like him back, he was probably just “Patrick’s quiet best friend” to you.

Little did he know…

Then fast forward a couple years later, coincidentally, you would also be going to Stanford without actually knowing Art had already been there for a year.

And Stanford was full of frat parties, Halloween costume parties and in general, any party within a 10 mile radius.

And you, pretty little freshman had been invited to a frat party by one of the juniors in your econ class, and I mean, you can’t be rude, right? You have to go.

So, you do.

You wind up in a frat house with a shit ton of people, some cigarette smoke and, a whole bunch of red disposable cups, so why not grab one, what’s the worst thing it could have in it, beer probably?

Wrong.

Something that to you tasted exactly what rubbing alcohol smelled like, so it goes straight from the cup to your mouth then back to the cup as you cringe letting out a single dry cough.

“You alright there?” A gentle voice popped up from behind you, familiar but you couldn’t quite tell, but as you turn there he is; Art fucking Donaldson. With a backwards red Stanford cap and a grey Stanford hoodie.

Oh.

“Oh— Art…hey” you chuckle softly still smelling the mysterious alcohol from your mouth.

“This isn’t quite your scene, huh?” He spoke as he took a sip from his cup with that goddamn side smirk of his.

“Yeah— no, I mean, I’ve been to parties, fun, fun parties. And this, this is so my scene” you rambled nervously, it was already embarrassing enough you, a freshman was at a frat party with a pretty floral skirt and a crochet sweater.

“Really? Oh…then have fun, fun girl” he laughed as he lifted his cup a bit towards you to then walk away.

Fuck it. You were gonna get wasted.

And so, that you did; Somehow ending up in just a soaked tank top, a soaked skirt, hair dripping water and, squeaky wet shoes as you stumbled out of the pool from the backyard.

“Hey, watch it—“ Art turned as he felt your body bump against his, “oh it’s you, fun girl.” He giggled as he saw you, clearly too drunk to even know what was going on, and he could’ve just laugh it off and get back to the party, but Art wasn’t like that, and specially not to you, you’re such a pretty little thing all wasted and soaked past midnight, plus, you were Patrick’s sister. He had to.

So he said his goodbyes and grabbed you as you both walked out of the frat to go back to campus.

“So tell me, miss Zweig, how does one, as drunk as you, not drown in a pool?” He said as he saw you hold onto his arm for dear life trying not to trip, which might have just dug up something he had buried years ago.

“Y’know, im fun, and this is so my people” you said looking up at him—just barely— as you let out a hiccup.

He blushed as he heard it, clearly it was your first time getting drunk drunk, adding on to the wet hair and your shivering body,

“Right, fun girl, my bad” he chuckled “come on you’re shivering, here” he pulled his hoodie off as he handed it to you, “can’t let you catch a cold, how else will you go to your next party, miss fun girl”

“Thank you, Artie.” You said as you grabbed the hoodie sliding it over your head feeling the warmth it carried from Arts body, accompanied by the faint smell of his cologne.

Meanwhile, Art was feeling like his spine had just been ripped out; Artie.

You hadn’t called him that since the summers at the lake house, where he had attempted and failed to forget his crush on you.

“Yeah— I uh…yeah” he blushed even harder as he fumbled his words not knowing how to react.

You just shut your eyes and breathed in the scent of his cologne to then open them up, there you were, doe eyed looking at him, in his hoodie, hair soaked as you unconsciously made it harder for him to be a good friend to Patrick, he felt horrible.

Not only did the disgusting thought of wanting to fuck you against his jeep popped into his head, this is Patrick’s sister he’s fantasizing about.

“Come on— I uh, I gotta get you back on campus” he cleared his throat as he looked away avoiding your stare.

“You’re no fun anymore, Artie…” a pout made itself present as you took a step closer, your hands landing on his shoulders, “come on, Donny…”

Fuck.

Fuck.

Fuck.

“Patrick would kill me, you know that.”

“I won’t tell”

He wasn’t proud of himself for turning back to look at you, but you were just so pretty, lucky he didn’t have a boner, if he hadn’t given you the hoodie to cover your very visible nipples against the tank top, he’d probably have you bent over his cars hood.

“I really— I can’t…” he mumbled, his face inches away from yours, noses brushing against each other.

“You sure?” You whispered as you stared down at his lips, “not just this once?”

“Fuck…” he muttered under his breath, well…there goes his willpower, he was in too deep already.

Next thing he knows, you’re riding him in the backseat of his car, all flushed, tits out, him whimpering as he dug his fingers into your hips holding on for dear life throwing his head back, and windows all fogged up.

Yeah, he was so screwed.

He will most definitely be breaking the golden rule for…well, let’s just say it’s not a one time thing.

[shyxcherry]

she's busy

summary: when you rant to your best friend about how awful your ex was in bed, he teaches you two lessons. one: you're not broken like you think you are and two: your exs were just really bad in bed.

pairing: bestfriend!k x female!reader

warnings: friends to ???, smut (fingering, oral (female receiving), squirting, p in v)

word count: 4.6 k

note: another k fic because i am in love with this man

you let out a sigh as your phone vibrates for the tenth time in the last hour. you had just broken up with your ex a few days ago because of an argument, and he wanted to get back together. you didn't, and the prick didn't know how to take no for an answer.

you pick up your phone, fully prepared to yell at your ex again because he wouldn't leave you alone. but to your surprise it wasn't your ex but your best friend, k.

"what's up loser?" you say into the phone as soon as you answer. your rewarded with a scoff from k.

"that's no way to talk to your best friend."

"i'm sorry, drama queen." you laugh when you hear k laughing. "let me try again."

"you got one more chance, or you won't get your gift." you perked up at his words.

"gift?" k chuckled at your tone.

"yes, i got you a gift, but you gotta prove that you deserve it after that loser comment."

you open your mouth to answer him, but stop when your vibrates again. you mumble a hold on to k before pulling the phone away from your ear. you see yet another apology from your ex. you mumble a few choice words as you ignore the message before putting the phone back up to your ear.

"who was that?"

"i'm going to give you one guess." you hear k sigh at your answer. you knew he never liked your now ex boyfriend. you can't even count the amount of times you had to listen to your best friend rant about how awful he was. especially when he tried to get you to stop hanging out with k because he was as k put it 'immature.'

"he still bothering you?"

"it's fine." you brush it off, not wanting to bother him with your issues. "he'll lose interest soon. hopefully."

"well, i know something that can make you feel better." you then remember you said he had a gift for you.

"what's that?" he didn't answer you right away, but you did hear him shuffle something around before you heard a knock on your door. "is that my favorite person at my door?"

"open it and find out." k answers. you hang up the phone before going over to open the door for him. he gave you a bright smile before he walked into your apartment. as he passes you, he leans down and kisses your forehead like he always does before he walks over to your kitchen.

"i thought you were hanging out with nicho and ej today?" you ask as you follow him, throwing your phone on the couch as you walked by it. he sets the bags on the counter before looking over at you before shrugging his shoulders.

"you're more fun to hang out with." he answers, walking around your kitchen like he owns the place while pulling out bowls for snacks. "besides, i just wanted to laze around and watch a movie, and they wanted to go mini golfing."

you nod your head in understanding before helping him set up the snacks. "what movie are we watching?"

"i thought it was your turn." you look over at k when he says that. he had just taken off his plaid shirt, leaving him in a tank top. you allow your eyes to trail over his biceps for just a moment before shaking your head. you knew you shouldn't be checking out your best friend like that. even if he was the most attractive man you've ever seen.

"i picked love actually last week, remember?"

"that's right." he hummed, popping a chocolate covered pretzel in his mouth. you watch his mouth as he chews the pretzel, quickly meeting his eyes when he looks down at you. "what about grease?"

"sounds good to me."

that leads you to where you are now. the two of you relaxing on the couch while grease played on your tv. you were sitting on the corner of your small sectional, legs stretched out in front of you. k was sitting next to you, arm thrown over your shoulder. the two of you were sharing a bowl of popcorn that was sitting in k's lap.

it was just getting to the part of the girl's sleep over when you felt your phone buzz from under your leg. you ignored it at first, but ended up checking it when it buzzed again. you feel k lean over your shoulder while the two of you read the messages your ex left you, still begging you to give him another chance.

you see k look at you out of the corner of your eye, and you know what he's thinking. he's wondering if you're going to text him back. you don't, clicking the lock on the side of your phone before setting it back down. you train your eyes back onto the movie, but k keeps his eyes on you.

"you never told me why the two of you broke up."

you reach over, grabbing a handful of popcorn before shoving it in your mouth. "besides the fact that he was an asshole? i asked him a question that apparently questioned his masculinity, and he blew up. said some rude comments, so i ended things."

k turns down the tv some as he turns his attention to you. you bite your lip, knowing you shouldn't have said anything. "what was the question?"

"nothing." you tried to brush him off, but he wasn't having it. you went to reach for more popcorm, but he sat up, putting the popcorn on the table before fully turning to look at you. you finally brought your eyes away from the tv to look over at him. "k, i'm serious. it was nothing."

he didn't say anything. he just kept staring at you like he knew you would break eventually, and you did after about 30 seconds. you roll your eyes when you saw the smirk on his face as you let out a sigh.

"he was going on some stupid rant about how him and his friends were arguing about who was the best in bed. he said it was him, and i responded with how was he the best when he can't make even his girl orgasm."

your face felt hot when you saw k's jaw drop at your words. this is why you didn't want to bring it up. the two of you talk about a lot, but you two typically kept anything sex related out of your conversations.

"he got pissed, saying that it wasn't his fault that i never orgasamed with him. and then i made him even more mad when i told him the reason i went to the bathroom every time after sex was to get myself off since clearly he couldn't do it."

k was still staring at you with shock as you continued to tell him about the argument. "after i said that, he complained that he couldn't get me off was because it took to long for me to orgasm. which is true honestly, but it's not my fault that it takes me longer and no man's ever made me orgasm. anyway, he told me i was broken, so i told him to leave and never come back."

once you were done, your face felt like it was on fire. you buried your head in your hands as you avoided k's stare. he let out a laugh of disbelief. "you're telling me that asshole couldn't even make you cum, and you still stayed with him? that's the only reason i thought you stayed with him for so long was because he was probably good in bed."

"shut up." you mumble, clearly embarrassed. "i don't know why i told you that. i should've just kept my mouth shut."

k's long arms wrapped around you, pulling you into his chest. "yn, you know i would never judge you. i just have some questions that's all."

"i don't want to answer them." you grumble, ready to go wrap yourself up in your blanket and never leave your bed.

"just one." you think about it for a moment before nodding your head. "did you really mean it when you said no man has ever made you cum before?"

you let out a whine at his question, wishing you could take back agreeing to answer. you pulled away from him completely, pulling the blanket that was covering your legs up to cover your entire face. you hear him chuckle before calling your name in a singing voice. "yes, i meant it. no body other than me has ever made me orgasm."

"have you just been with shit men?" k questions seriously. you shrug your shoulders at his question.

"or maybe his is right, and i am broken."

the blanket is suddenly ripped away from your face making you gasp. you face was then gripped by k as he forced you to look at him. "you listen to me. you better not think that a word that asshole ever said about you was true. you're not broken. you've just been with horrible men."

you nod your head, and he lets go of your face. he lets out an annoyed huff as he sits back on the couch. "what kind of a man cums before he girl does anyway?"

"i thought that was all of them?" you question, a little confused at his question. the look of shock he gives you answers your question.

"a woman should cum at least 2 times before the the guy should."

you frown at his answer. "maybe i have been with shit men."

the two of you sit in quiet for a moment before k speaks up again. "i have a question for you. you don't have to say yes to it either. if you don't want to, we'll forget i ever asked the question."

"what the hell are you going to ask me?" you glance at k nervously to see him already looking at you with dark eyes.

"do you want to prove him wrong?" your eyebrows furrow in confusion at his question. "do you want him wrong, and say a man can in fact make you cum?"

your eyes widen as you understand what he's asking. is you're best friend asking you if you want him to make you orgasm? you would be lying if you said you never thought about it, but never thought it would actually happen. your thighs press together at the thought of his hands on you.

"you want to make me cum?" you ask- voice just over a whisper.

"if you want me to." he responds. you thought about it for a moment.

"how?"

"however you want. fingers. tongue. both." he stops talking when you give him a look of shock. "what's wrong, sweetheart? do you want me to stop talking about it?"

you blush at the nickname before shaking your head. "you want to go down on me?"

"why does that shock you?" k asks, but got the answer to his questioned when you looked away from him. "don't tell me nobody's ever gone down on you before."

you shrug. "the first guy i was with said it was disgusting, so i never asked anyone else."

"disgusting?" k questions. he leans close to you, brushing your hair behind your ear. "how could anything with you be disgusting? i would beg you to let me go down on you, sweetheart."

you ignore his question, shifting some to get some relief in between your legs. k noticed this and smirked. "do you really want to?"

"i do." he told you. you could tell he was being honest. "all you have to do is say the words, and i'll take care of you."

you had a feeling your answer would mess up your friendship, but you really didn't care. not when he was looking at you like that. not when he had you more turned on than anyone has ever made you, and he hasn't even touched you yet.

"i want you too."

k smiled softly, allowing his thumb to brush over your bottom lip. "are you sure, sweetheart? we can stop at anytime."

"i'm sure." you answer almost immediately.

you didn't know what to expect when you agreed, ss you were surprised when k leaned forward, pressing his lips to yours. you froze for a moment before kissing him back. his hand caressed the side of your face, trailing along your jaw, as his lips molded against yours. they were soft against yours as he coaxed you to relax in his hold.

he took his time kissing you, only pulling away for seconds for you two to catch your breathes before going back in. his other hand running softly along your thigh. once he could tell you were comfortable and relaxed, he gripped the thigh closest to him, draping it over his legs. you felt the cold air nip at your inner thighs as his hand traveled upwards, going along your hip before traveling up your shirt. you let out a gasp as his finger grazed the side of your breast.

you almost whined out when his lips pulled away from yours. you met his eyes as he looked down at you. "are you okay?"

"more than okay." you nod, silently begging him not to stop.

"let me know if you want me to stop, or if you become uncomfortable, okay?" once you nodded your head in agreement, he leaned back in to you.

you gasped into his mouth as his hand cupped your breast. you arch into his touch, which you could tell he enjoyed when he smiled into your kiss. he pulled away from your swollen lips, kissing your cheek as he moved down your neck. you angled your neck to where he could continue kissing you, gasping when he bit down on your neck.

you tried to move your leg that was on k, so you could get some relief from his touch. he pulled his hand out from under your shirt to stop your leg, keeping it over his.

"patience, sweetheart."

his hand went back to your shirt, but instead of his hand going underneath it, he grips the hem and pulls it up. your nipples hardened at the cold air. k's fingers trail around the hardened nipple as he eyes your chest. his eyes then meet yours, and you melt into him when he kisses you again.

"my pretty girl." he whispers against your lips as he pulls away. you flush at the compliment, but don't get to dwell on it due to the moan coming out of your mouth. k's tongue swirls around your nipple before wrapping around your nipple, sucking gently as his hand fondles your other breast.

"k." his hand squeezes your breast as his name leaves your mouth. you shift your hips again, desperate to find any relief.

his mouth leaves your breast, quickly finding yours in a needy kiss. you grip the back of his shirt when you feel his hand ghost down your stomach, pausing before cupping your heat. you moan at the feeling, and k takes the opportunity to slide his tongue past your lips. your tongues brush against one another before his hand moves.

his fingers push down, putting pressure on your clothed clit and making you jump in surprise. you buck up into his hand as you circles your clit.

"fuck. k." you moan his name, wanting more. you had never felt like this. no one has ever made you feel like this. he's barely touched you and you already feel like your going to orgasm.

"does my girl want more?"

you nod your head almost pathetically at him. "yes. please."

"since you asked so nicely." k winks at you before moving. he lifts your thigh up before shifting off of the couch. his lips were swollen and covered in saliva. you couldn't think he could ever look more attractive than he did now, but then he knelt down in front of you. no man has ever done that for you before. "lift your hips, sweetheart."

you did as he asked, lifting your hips as he pulled your shorts and underwear off in one swift motion. he stares at your exposed cunt with a heat you've never seen before from him. you shift under his stare, but k's hands grip both of your thighs, keeping you exposed to him.

"you're going to keep your legs open for me, so i can make you feel like the queen you are." you whine at k's words, but does as he says and keeping your legs where he puts them.

he starts trailing his lips along your thigh, slowly making his way to where you desperately need him. his hand holds you open to him. you could practically feel yourself dripping for him. and finally he gave you what you wanted, darting his tongue out and tasting you.

you choke out a moan as his tongue teases your entrance. he replaces it with his finger, watching your reaction as his finger slips inside of you. you grip the couch beneath you as you screw your eyes closed in pleasure. once he watches you for a moment, he moves forward, catching your clit with his mouth. you moan out when he sucks harshly on the bud. he then added a second finger, scissoring them and nearly making you see stars.

before you can think, your hand moves, tangling it in his hair. you pull lightly, hearing a groan from him. you fall back to your senses some and pull your hand away, not sure if he like it. he caught your wrist, pulling it back towards him- silently telling you its okay.

"fuck. k." your back left the couch as his finger curled inside of you. you squeeze around his fingers as you feel your stomach tighten. you almost couldn't believe it. he was about to make you orgasm, something no one else besides you has ever done.

it was like he had a sixth sense or something because you caught his eyes as he stared up at you. he pulled away from you for a moment with a smirk. "are you about to cum for me sweetheart?"

"y-yes." you stutter, throwing your head back when he curled his fingers again. as soon as his lips attached back to your clit, you moaned out his name as you came to your high. you all but collapsed into the couch as he nursed you back down from your high.

"my god, k." you mumble as you come back to your senses. "i don't think i've ever came that hard."

just as k was going to respond, your phone rang, making you jump. you looked down at your phone before back at k, fully intending on ignoring it. but then you noticed k glaring at you phone. he gave you a wicked smirk and picked it up, answering it before putting it back on speaker.

"yn?" your ex's voice came through the speaker. "baby, i'm so glad you-"

"she's busy." k's voice came out rough. you looked in confusion that quickly turned to shock when he reattached himself to your clit. a loud moan came out of your mouth at the action. you quickly found yourself getting lost in his touch again and completely forgot that your ex was on the line. thankfully, k didn't and hung up before turning his full attention to you.

his fingers slid into you once again, making you sigh in pleasure. he moved them in a way that made you see stars. it normally took you so long to orgasm, that was if you did at all. but here k was, knocking down everything you thought about yourself and bringing you two orgasms in the time it took for you to normally to bring yourself to one.

this one felt different though. it felt stronger somehow. you felt it building faster than your other one. so fast you tried pulling away from k, but he wasn't having it. his unoccupied hand wrapped around your waist, dragging you closer to him. you choke out his name, but it wasn't any use. your eyes rolled into the back of your head as k gave you the strongest orgasm you've ever experienced.

your breath came out choppy as you yet again recovered from that orgasm. you opened your eyes when you heard k chuckle. you then noticed that he's moved, still on his knees but now looking down at you.

"i didn't know you could squirt, sweetheart." you furrow your eyebrows in confusion.

"there's no way-" you stop when you see the bottom of his face along with his neck and upper chest were glistening. "holy shit."

"holy shit is right. i don't think i've ever seen something so sexy." you watch as k grabs the hem of his shirt, moving and wiping his face and neck. you eye his tanned stomach- somehow still wanting more from this man.

once his shirt dropped back into place, you pulled him up your body, crashing your lips together. he groans, instantly responding and pulling you closer to him. once he did, you felt his erection brush against your stomach. you haven't even seen him and could tell he was huge.

you move your hand down his body before brushing your hand along his erection. he lets out the most attractive moan you've ever heard as he pulls away from your lips. his eyes were hooded as he watched you rub your hand along his erection.

"are you sure?" k asks, groaning again when you squeeze him though his jeans.

"you said it yourself. a girl should orgasm twice before a man should. so what do you want?" it was his turn to be confused as he looked up at you. you sit up, readjusting your shirt as you look up at him. "do you want my hands? mouth? or do you want something else?"

k's eyes darkened ever more if that were possible. you could barely see the warm color as he stared down at you. he was quiet as he watched your hands trail along his jeans. "i personally like option 3, but the choice is up to you."

"i'm going to ask you one more time, sweetheart. are you sure?" you nod your head at his question.

"i want you."

that was all it took for the last of his restraint to break. he grabbed you, wrapping your legs around his waist as he stood up. you press open mouth kisses to his next as he walked to two of you over to your bedroom. he kicked open the door and turned on the light before moving to your bed.

your back hit the soft mattress as k lays you down. he sits up on his knees as he looks down at you. "shirt off."

you sit up, pulling off your shirt before throwing it somewhere. by the time you look back at k, you notice that he had taken off his shirt as well. he pushes you back flat on the bed before his lips meet yours. you moan into the kiss, allowing yourself to run your hands over his chest and stomach. once you reach his jeans, you pop the button before unzipping them.

"sweetheart." you look up as k stops you from going any further. "i don't have a..."

he trails off, and you instantly know what he means. "i do. in the drawer. i don't know if they'll fit though. you're fucking huge."

k laughs at your words, continuing to kiss you while he feels around for a condom. "i'll make it fit. if i'm not in you in the next 5 minutes, i'm going to explode."

"well then hurry up."

"yes ma'am."

after k finds the condom, he moves off of you. you keep your eyes on him as he removes his bottoms. your eyes widen as his dick springs out of his boxers. you were right. he was huge- easily the biggest you've ever seen. you were going to be so sore tomorrow.

"i'm going to make you carry me around everywhere tomorrow." you say as k slides on the condom. k throws his head back in laughter before climbing back on top of you.

"or we could just stay in bed tomorrow." he suggests with a wink. "i could spend all day trying make you squirt again."

you clench around nothing at his words. "fuck, k. please do something."

"i will sweetheart." his lips press to yours as he lines himself with your entrance. you clench around him as he pushes in. "my god, yn. you're so tight."

"fuck." you agree.

k takes his time, slowly stretching you out, so he won't hurt you. every time you clench, he pauses. he kisses you everywhere he can reach, finally kissing your lips when his hips are flush against yours.

"i was right. you are fucking huge." you shift, adjusting to his size. you feel him smile from where his face was pressed against your neck.

"but you're taking me so well, sweetheart."

after a few minutes, you told k he could move. he nearly pulled all the way out before pushing back in. the discomfort quickly went away and was replaced with pleasure. you throw your head back in pleasure as you moan out his name. "more, k. please."

he speeds up like you asked until your a moaning mess under neath him. his lips crash down on yours, stifling your moans as he continues to move at a fast pace. he felt good, but you still wanted more. after a whining moan, k understood what you needed, moving his hand down and rubbing your clit.

you squeeze around him at his actions. "fuck, sweetheart. i'm not going to last long if you keep squeezing me like that."

"let go then." you tell him.

"not before you."

"but i already-" you yelp when he bites your neck. not hard enough to leave a mark, but hard enough to shock you. his fast pace, along with his fingers moving against your clit, made your stomach twist again. "god, k. faster please."

his hand sped up while pressing down on your clit. he brought you to your third orgasm of the night, and you would've screamed if k didn't kiss you when you did. he swallowed your moans with a moan of his own as he climaxed right after you. he slowed down, pressing his forehead to yours as the two of you came down.

once you two did, k slid out of you before taking off the condom. he threw it in the trashcan next to your bed before he pressed a kiss to your forehead. "you did so good sweetheart."

he got off of you before walking over to your bathroom. he came back a few moments later with a wet cloth. he wiped you clean before helping you back into your shirt. he slid on his boxers before the two of you got underneath the blanket. he pulled you into his side, wrapping his arm around you as you laid your head on his chest.

"thank you." you whisper.

"for what, sweetheart?"

"for breaking every doubt i had about myself." you answer. "even thought you did just ruin sex for me."

k chokes out a laugh at your words. "and why's that?"

"no body is going to make me feel the way you just did." you answer. k places a kiss on the top of your head.

"that's good." you attempt to look up at him due to his statement, but you were way to tired to do so. "because i don't want you having sex with anyone else but me."

"does that mean-" your words are cut off with a yawn. "what i think it means?"

"get some sleep, sweetheart. we'll talk about it in the morning."

you listen to k's words, shutting your eyes, feeling yourself relax as k plays with your hair. it didn't take long for you to fall asleep- k drifting off right after you.

[amalthea-13]

Got my nightcore blasting in one ear and still mad about Mastermind so I'mma just info dump here. If you are a Blitz Stan or Defender please understand I do love Blitz, he's honestly one of my favorite characters and Stolitz is my comfort ship. However, disliking things he does doesn't mean I don't like him. I can feel frustrated or struggle with things he does. A complex character makes you feel complex things so it just is a testament to the writers on this show doing a good job with their cast and writing them perfectly. So before going on a rant defending Blitz, just hear me out.

I'll be honest I did not like how quickly Blitz turned lovey-dovey after the trial. The shit hit me like a fuckin chancla to the head and gave me whiplash. The reason I have this issue with Mastermind is purely because it felt so- unfair. Stolas has been struggling to feel validated and seen by Blitz for SO long. I mean that man gave him an Asmodean Crystal, fought to treat him with respect by changing many of his behaviors from S1 to S2, no longer teasing him or calling him pet names. He goes to hell and back multiple times, nearly being killed by Striker and couldn't even get a solid text back from Blitz.

However, the MINUTE he lays his life down, loses his daughter, and gives up any sense of a decent reputation suddenly Blitz gives a fuck. Losing his home, his powers, his family, EVERYTHING, and suddenly Blitz cares about what Stolas wants or needs. It genuinely makes me wanna rattle him around and yell:

"YOU COULD HAVE BEEN HEALTHY AND NICE TO HIM BUT YOU WAIT TILL HES CHRONICALLY DEPRESSED!?"

Like fuck me dude, but he never cared for Stolas before. He consistently dismisses his humanity by cognitively distancing himself from Stolas by just boiling every part of him down to his wealth, stripping him of any and all humanity he remains to have.

Suddenly when Stolas is a husk of his former self and his depression can no longer be hidden by magic or pills, suddenly Blitz cares. I just- I don't know if it's'cause of my own personal trauma, but I hate when people wait till you are at your lowest to give a fuck.

How much more did Stolas have to give for him to care? Or did it have to be his own life? My issue with this part is it perpetuates that Blitz can ONLY humanize those he hurts if they are sad and miserable like him. That the only time you can be loved or seen by him is when you are sad and pathetic, beneath himself. I really hope ya'll are picking up what I'm putting down because I am BEGGING ya'll to stick with me.

Blitz still has his family, his life, his friends, but Stolas has none of those things and SUDDENLY Blitz is further interested in him. Now that he has some pseudo-surperiority- he finds him attractive? He's interested? He wants a deeper relationship?

You can't tell me that doesn't feel so- so backwards right?

Like yeah, wait till the sweet owl man looks like THIS. Oh, yeah, ain't that just fuckin attractive? He's miserable and tried to OFF himself, but no, no that's healthy. It's fine, Amalthea, it's fine that this is the SUDDEN moment Blitz cares. That suddenly he gives a fuck. /sarc

Don't get me started on the fact that before he got to know Stolas he was COMPLETELY fine wrecking a perfectly good (from the exterior) home without considering Octavia, despite being a fucking father himself.

Blitz waits till Stolas is miserable to actually show him an OUNCE of humanity or love or reciprocity.

Yet everyone excuses ALL of his behaviors and problems on his trauma and the pain he has been through, but those same people will call Stolas a deadbeat and terrible person just because he is an awful flirt and a literal DV victim recovering from being COMPLETELY repressed due to the fact that the system that gives him his wealth has worked against him to the point he has no autonomy.

No one seems to ever get why I'm so angry and it's just because- these two have so much potential to work, but at every corner Blitz will make the shittiest decisions and the fandom writes it off as trauma or hurt or whatever, but god forbid Stolas mess up IN SEASON 1 he has to pay for it in Season 2 and be burned at the stake yet while burning at the damn stake the only person he wants to care or worry for him ONLY cares when he is actually set on fucking fire, not bothering to douse the flames or care when he wasn't about to get burned.

I love Blitz, I really, really do, but Mastermind reframed so many of his behaviors for me and made me step back purely because I realized he REALLY does not care unless he can have a false sense of superiority to someone.

I initially said both Stolas and Blitz were at fault for the Full Moon episode, but rewatching the argument I fully blame and fault Blitz for the arguement. Sure Stolas wasn't perfect, but instead of I dunno yelling at the owl man, why don't you- I dunno ASK HIM FOR A MOMENT???

People act like Blitz is some 16 yo teenager, but no thats an ALMOST 40 YEAR OLD MAN WHO CHOOSES TO POORLY COMMUNICATE. He literally could have been uncomfortable and said; "Stolas, this is a lot to process... can I have some time to think? I just- this is a lot."

Stolas wouldn't have forced him to stay! He was willingly letting him go! Blitz complains about the class differences between them but when he tries to fix it suddenly it is a fucking problem?

"But Amalthea, Stolas was hanging his livelihood over his head. He was abusing his power."

See I'd validate that argument and agree with it- IF IT WASN'T ALSO STOLAS'S LIVELIHOOD THE FUCK???? That grimoire was just as important to Stolas as it was to Blitz, more so since it gave him his STATUS, but he WILLINGLY sacrificed all that for Blitz.

Stolas did his due diligence to protect BOTH of them, but yet there is STILL a problem?!

"Stolas made him believe it was just sex between them!!!"

You wanna try again? Do you REALLY want to believe Blitz is so oblivious to this man's advances?

Then explain why he knew Stolas would accept a date to Ozzies. O_O. If Stolas was really just some "ditzy blue blood" to Blitz why would he get dolled up and ready for a date with some measly imp? Why would a Goetic Prince go in public with an imp?

Unless Blitz was FUCKING aware he'd've accepted because he feels so deeply for Blitz. He's so desperately in love he'd do anything to be around him again. Blitz KNEW what he was doing. He KNEW Stolas felt this way, he just chose to be dense and overlook it until it benefited him.

Blitz's insecurities blind a lot of you to the fact he is a CALCULATED and SMART man. Sure, he is a dork who makes us laugh, but he's a CALCULATED dork.

Also I hate to bring up how these two sweetpeas met, but WHO BIT WHO? Who SLEPT WITH WHO WHILE DRUNK?

"But Stolas was flirting with him! He wanted Blitz to sleep with him!"

Yes and no. Initially when Stolas flirts and realizes Blitz wants to sleep with him, he immediately says NO and steps away!

See that kids, that's called a headshake, which means what? Let's all guess now?

NO! IT MEANS NO!

I hate to drive my point this far home, I REALLY do.

Another layer of this is ALL the advances are made my Blitz after Stolas says no.

"Amalthea it's hell! What are you on about morals and consent!?"

Literally because in this situation Blitz had the power. He had the ability to walk away, but started all of this just for his buisness and despite how it all started, Stolas supported him through it all.

It is also before Blitz knows about the abuse and knowing Stolas is a father, still chose to homewreck a family even after Stolas said no.

My point in all of this- anger and frustration is that Stolas has put up with so much of Blitz's BS and stupidity, but only now is Blitz concerned. Only now he gives a damn.

You break into a mans home, sleep with him, rob him, then ruin his life, but you only feel bad when he's lost everything? Sure, that's cool. That's awesome. That's totally fine. /sarc

... this arguement is always hard for me to make, because i just have to watch Stolas be traumatized over, and over, and over and he is always still so sweet and loving to a fucking prick of a man.

Rant over, Amalthea out.

However if you have questions, my ask box is open loves.🩷

Edit 1: While you all can comment, I strongly encourage utilizing my ask box. Moving on I understand ppl may disagree with me. That is okay you're a beautiful individual with your own thoughts and opinions which is fine by me. However please refrain from insulting my intelligence. You can always block me, doesn't hurt my feelings anyway.

[ladydiaries]

hihi! i dunno if requests are open rn but if they are, can i request nsfw or sfw hcs of vox x (preferably AMAB! reader, but gn's fine too!) a socially awkward reader?? tysm!! take care of yourself and take your time! :3

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CW; minors do not interact, 18+ content, praise, vox electrocutes you like twice, AMAB, biting , edging , breeding, oral (giving). Rambles + hcs under the cut!

SUMMARY; general SFW &&. NSFW hcs of vox x socially awkward AMAB! Reader

HCS + RAMBLES

AUTHORS NOTE; TYSMMM for requesting!! I'm excited to write an AMAB reader. There is a serious drought of them, Going to use he/him pronouns for this one.

Of course, if this relationship is established I believe he would treat you like you're the only man in the world. His bitchy exterior is totally a front and inside he's a bit more lax, corny, and to your surprise, charming. Taking you on dates, presenting you with flowers.

Even better if he had intentions of manipulating you first, spiralling into the embarrassing realisation that he's in love with you. Ranting to Valentino and Velvet about his dilemma. Sure to tease him about it whenever you're around. Fast forward into the actual relationship, at the beginning he would have trouble not seeing you as some sort of possession.

Something to hide and keep, which due to your introverted nature, you didn't particularly mind not going out often, overtime he would loosen up, taking you on dates, more focused on showing you off then gatekeeping you, confused as to why you were so much more shy in the public then in private.

hogs the bed, face (screen) down, limbs everywhere.

An AWFUL cook. Could imagine a baking date and if you are good, wonderful. You can teach him, and if you too are also awful, you can feed your shit cookies to Valentino.

Insists on doing small things for you to boost his ego, will speak for you at restaurants and public settings

Will make you learn how to repair and upgrade his systems. Thinks it's romantic

If you work for him, he will purposely give you jobs that don't require public speaking, will never admit to it though.

NSFW.

This man FUCKS. You are a lucky boy because he has stamina. Will fuck you for hours on end, clawed hands running loosely against your cock as he pistoned into you from behind. Barely touching you enough to make you cum, you've been here for hours. Bringing you so, so, close to your sweet release before daggered fingers plunge into your soft skin.

He's the type of man to use praises while you suck him off. Unyielding grip on your hair. Hips rutting up slowly into your mouth. The intrusion making you struggle to swallow your gag reflex.

Whiny. He's the epitome of whiny men. Screen scrolling in between different levels of brightness, furrowed brows as you place open mouthed kisses against his body. Fingers mingling around the back panel of his screen.

very experimental, will try pretty much everything

If he overheats, he will pass out. Had to install a better cooling system due to shutting down too much.

Cock is ridged. A steel navy blue colour, leading towards a blue tip. Detachable, can change sizes, widths or not have one at all.

Cums a lot, a thick substance. Likes to watch it drip out of you, tastes like pennies.

Thrives to see your embarrassment while teasing you in public. Hand wandering too far down your waist or foot pressing against your groin while sitting across from him during a meeting.

Depending on his schedule, he can either be the best or the worst at aftercare. On a busy day he could probably care less but on day's off or weekends he's all for it. Bathing you, gathering treats, snuggling neatly in bed to watch whatever show peaks your interest in the moment.

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bucktommy + early in their relationship + the very first time buck gets to say "i can teach you" to tommy

thanks for requesting, hope you like it! :)

Tommy was so cool. That was the thought that kept running through Buck's head, even two months into their official relationship. The man was a pilot, he tinkered with cars, knew Muay Thai, went to trivia nights, liked monster trucks, and—much to Buck's amusement—watched all the trashy, over-the-top romance movies. It didn't matter how many times Buck glanced at him or thought about him—he couldn't stop that giddy feeling from bubbling up inside him.

The thing was, Tommy didn't keep it to himself, didn't brush off his skills or downplay his interests. If anything it seemed like he wanted to share it with Buck. Back when Buck was desperate for Tommy to pay attention to him and their conversation briefly turned to flying lessons, and later to Muay Thai, Buck didn't look into it more than having excuses to see Tommy again.

Yet, Tommy stuck by his words, and a few weeks after their coffee date, Buck found himself sitting in the cockpit of a helicopter, the sun shining and no emergency in sight. The best part wasn't just the thrill of being in the helicopter—it was watching Tommy. If it had been anyone else, Buck would have interjected, asked questions, or shared random facts he'd read online. But with Tommy? His mind was blissfully empty, hanging onto every word as Tommy rattled off information about each button, explaining what it did and when to use it.

The Muay Thai lessons were similar in that respect, even if they were completely unsuccessful in actually teaching Buck anything. But, in Buck's defense, how could anyone concentrate when Tommy was guiding him through stances and moves with those lingering touches to fix his posture—especially when those shorts Tommy wore left very little to the imagination? It was a miracle that Tommy had his own setup at home, because if they'd been in a public gym, Buck might've been facing indecent exposure charges with how distracted he'd gotten.

The point was, Tommy was cool and he was constantly teaching him something new. Which Buck loved. He loved learning from him, loved the way Tommy's eyes would light up when he got to show him the ropes. But every now and then, there was this nagging feeling in the back of Buck's mind—this thought that maybe he didn't bring enough to the table. He wanted to contribute more, to offer something back, something that would make Tommy look at him even half as awe-stricken as Buck felt when he watched Tommy in his element.

But what could he teach him? It's not like Buck could sweep Tommy off his feet with a kiss that unlocked some hidden part of him he didn't know existed. And as far as work went, they both operated in the same field, so it wasn't like Buck had any neat, life-changing trick up his sleeve that Tommy didn't already know.

So Buck might have spiraled a bit. He went down a few rabbit hole researches late at night. At one point, when he felt particularly desperate, he might have typed out 'cool things to teach to impress your boyfriend' into Google. His team was not spared from this spiral either. In fact, they heard all about his thoughts about this important issue whenever they were en route to a call.

"Buck, the guy's with you because he likes you, not because he's looking for a new skillset," Bobby finally chimed in over the headset, putting a stop to yet another rant. "So show him something you like."

That was great advice. Solid advice. Advice that Buck might have... half heard. The part about Tommy liking him for who he was? Yeah, that might have gone over his head. But the bit about showing Tommy something he liked? That could work. He could definitely find something he liked, and it could still be something Tommy didn't know.

The first try was, perhaps, a bit too obvious, but cooking seemed like a fair bet. They hadn't had the chance to enjoy a homemade meal together yet. Most of the time, if their schedules lined up, they'd order takeout or hit a diner for a quick bite. So Buck thought, why not invite Tommy over a little earlier than usual and—just casually—show off his cooking skills in the process? Maybe, if he played his cards right, he could even teach Tommy a thing or two.

His plan came to fruition a week later. It was more than enough time to decide on the meal -with some help from Bobby-, practice… a few times. He was all set. So, with butterflies in his stomach, Buck invited Tommy to the loft one evening and brought him into the kitchen with the excuse that the meal would take a bit longer to prepare.

Tommy took it all in stride. With a glass of wine in hand, he leaned back against the counter by the fridge, slipping easily into conversation about their day. He even complimented how nice the food smelled. Everything was going according to plan.

Until Tommy glanced down at what Buck was doing and gave a small hum.

"You know," Tommy said casually, "if you peel ginger with the edge of a spoon instead of a knife, you'll save more of the flesh."

"Hm? oh, yeah," Buck mumbled absentmindedly before the words fully sank in. He froze mid-peel, eyes widening. "Wait, you know how to cook?"

"Evan," Tommy chuckled, taking another sip. "I might be no Bobby in the kitchen, but I know my way around."

"Oh," Buck grinned, though inwardly he groaned. "That's great!"

Dammit.

The next idea popped into Buck's head was in a middle of a call at a small restaurant-slash-bar. They were there to put out a fire that had broken out in the back when the bar area caught Buck's eye. The shelves lined with bottles and the cocktail shakers sparked a memory. While Tommy often opted for craft beers, who could really say no to a well-made cocktail, right? Buck's mixology days might be long behind him, but he still remembered the basics.

So, Buck found a sleek rooftop bar that hosted cocktail workshops. After a quick chat with the manager—and maybe slipping a few extra bills to ensure they'd get some privacy—he set up their next date.

The date itself was really fun, though Buck found it difficult not to ogle Tommy in his nice button-up shirt, paired with a thin jacket that outlined his biceps all too well. Still, Buck managed to tear his eyes away long enough to actually make the Pisco Sour. He showed off the shaker technique he'd learned back in the day, enjoying the attention Tommy was giving him as he rattled off the steps.

Once Buck finished, he handed the shaker over to Tommy who then measured out the ingredients and glanced at him.

"So like this?" Tommy asked innocently.

Then, to Buck's dismay, he proceeded to replicate the exact shaking technique Buck had just demonstrated. The liquid poured smoothly into the glass, not a drop wasted. Buck watched, feeling a familiar sense of defeat settle in.

"Let me guess—you're also secretly a mixologist?" Buck groaned, half-joking but already knowing the answer wouldn't go his way.

Tommy smirked, clearly enjoying himself. "Nope. But a buddy of mine owns a bar, and he taught me a few things on quieter nights." He shrugged, his smirk widening. "Also, I paid attention to what you did."

Buck couldn't help but laugh, shaking his head. "Of course you did."

And just like that, Buck was back to square one. Even worse, he was running out of ideas—fast. He could probably count on one hand the things he could potentially teach Tommy, and two fingers were already down. This was supposed to be easy, right? Just find something he was good at and teach it. But somehow, with Tommy? Impossible. How was he supposed to impress someone who always seemed one step ahead of him?

The next time an idea popped into Buck's head, he hesitated to make it a full-on date. Not because it was particularly difficult or out of their comfort zone, but because Tommy already tinkered with cars, and there was a good chance he knew a thing or two about motorcycles too. As much as Buck would love to rent a couple of bikes and hit the road with nothing but wind and open air, he had a goal in his mind.

"Do you like bikes?" Buck asked casually, after the waitress dropped off their coffees.

They didn't have much time, just enough for a quick coffee at a spot halfway between their stations before their afternoon shifts kicked off.

Tommy paused mid-bite of his cupcake, raising an amused eyebrow. "In what capacity?"

Buck shrugged, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible, but his eyes gave him away, fixed on Tommy's face for any sign of interest. "I don't know… riding them?"

Tommy tilted his head, licking a bit of frosting off his finger, his expression thoughtful. "I guess it's alright. I've been on a few before, but I prefer being in the sky."

Buck let out a quiet, defeated hum, taking a sip of his coffee. "Fair."

Tommy gave him a curious glance. "Why? You want to go for a spin or something?"

Buck shrugged again, trying to play it off. "Maybe someday, just a passing thought."

Tommy raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued but didn't press further.

The time it actually happened, Buck didn't plan it. It wasn't even on his mind. They had overlapping 48 hours off, a rarity, Buck was quickly learning as their relationship grew. So they tried to make the most of it, and after Buck casually mentioned how nice it would be to hit the beach, it wasn't long before they had packed up a bag with towels and snacks and hit the road.

Buck was right, the water was unreal.

They found a spot not too far from the water, laid out their towels, and settled in for a lazy day. It wasn't until they were in the water for the second time that Buck noticed a small shack by the shore offering surfboard rentals.

He pointed it out to Tommy who looked at it for a moment. "I'll grab a beer instead. But go on, give me a show, baby."

Buck would have frowned, perhaps even asked questions about Tommy opting out if his mind didn't short-circuit at the nickname.

"Right, yeah. A show. Sure," Buck mumbled, still dazed, but already heading toward the rental shack. If Tommy wanted a show, Buck would give him one.

And the show was given.

It wasn't until Buck was back on shore, collapsing onto the towel with a cold beer in hand, that he remembered the question he'd been meaning to ask.

"So, how come you didn't surf?" Buck asked casually, glancing over at Tommy.

"Never really had the chance, I suppose," Tommy replied, sitting beside him, propped up on his elbows, sunglasses shielding his eyes as he gazed out over the water. "My folks weren't the beach type."

"Yeah, I get that. Mine aren't either," Buck said as he propped himself on his elbows, mimicking Tommy. "I only learned when I hit the road after leaving home. Met a girl who gave me some very... personal lessons."

Tommy chuckled, lifting his sunglasses onto his head to meet Buck's gaze. "Yeah? Must've been nice."

"I can teach you," a smug grin spread across his face as the idea formed. And if that grin turned a little more teasing, well, he couldn't help it.

"Yeah?" Tommy raised an eyebrow, already sensing where this was going.

"My fees are very competitive," Buck added with a shit-eating smirk, holding back a laugh when Tommy gave him a playful shove.

"Yeah, I walked right into that one, didn't I?" Tommy chuckled, rolling his eyes, though his smile didn't fade.

"Mhm," Buck hummed, standing up and turning to offer Tommy his hand. "Let's go."

"Wait, now?" Tommy asked, his expression turning skeptical as he hesitated, glancing toward the water.

"No time like the present," Buck grinned. "Besides, the waves are perfect right now."

With a dramatic sigh, Tommy took Buck's hand and let himself be pulled up from his seat. "Alright, alright, But just so you know, if I end up embarrassing myself, you're the one getting dunked in the water."

Buck laughed, already imagining the inevitable splash. "Deal."

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Ranting About Fear Street: Prom Queen

So I watched this movie earlier today and wow, the disappointment I felt and still feel is crazy. Naturally, I wanna rant about it. If you liked the movie, great. I personally didn't. This is my little review

First of all, I wanna preface this by saying I knew that this wasn't gonna have anything to do with the curse. I knew we weren't seeing the main characters from the original trilogy. I knew this would be a new killer. I knew all of this and was still excited to see where this movie would go.

The characters in this movie were so unbelievably bland. They were all one sided with no depth to them whatsoever aside from Melissa, but she's killed right after she has a change of heart. Everyone in this film is boring as fuck. Lori, our main character, is probably the most boring person in the whole movie. There's a way to write docile and introverted characters and keep them interesting, but for some reason the writers didn't know how to do this. She just stands there, bites her lip, looks sad, then walks away. I honestly did not care about her or her survival. Tiffany is a basic mean girl. Her friends are the basic sidekicks. Megan is alright but even she has no actual depth. Tyler, the love interest, is also boring. I didn't care about any of these characters and when they died, I felt nothing. When characters died in the original trilogy, I had strong emotions because the characters felt like people. These characters don't.

These characters are also stupid as shit. They have no survival instinct, which is crazy because in the original trilogy, they FOUGHT to survive. Kate and Cindy are good examples. They fought hard and unfortunately did not make it. There is a scene in FS:PQ where a girl is just looking at the killer and then is scared into the electrical circuits. Also the characters in this movie would get hit in the shoulder and then would start crawling and crying. GET UP? It didn't feel like anyone wanted to live.

Also the acting felt off. This entire movie felt like a highschool production and the people playing them feel like they were just told that day "hey we gotta make a movie for class". I don't even wanna blame the actors because if the script is shit, what can they do? Everyone was forgettable, stiff, lifeless, it was just not good.

And can we talk about the kills? Here's the thing, every kill doesn't have to be bread slicer level. BUT they shouldn't be boring. The lack of tension, lack of actual chase scenes and stale direction lead to the kills being boring. I'm not someone whos like "show me all the guts!" but damn, can I see SOMETHING? We didn't see the first girl be killed, only injured. Everyone else had such meh deaths. Fear Street has proven that you can have basic weapons and still have heavy hitter kills. You don't even have to see the kill in order for it to hit. A great example is the kid with glasses in 1978. I felt sad because he looked up to Tommy and thought Tommy was hurting him for no reason. Heather's death hit. Simon's death hit because it was sudden. Do I need to mention Cindy again? There was no creativity in the kills which is a shame because this is a SLASHER franchise. The most memorable death was the guy that had his hands cut off, but you're not gonna be able to convince me that an old man can pin down a current school athlete. Putting that to the side, hitting his head against that window wouldn't have killed him. All the kills felt like they were thought of at the very last minute.

For this to be at a prom, it did not feel like it. If this was a school production, it would be fine, but this is Netflix. The same company canceling good ass shows. It felt flat. The whole movie was flat. The dance battle... I don't even wanna... No. The costuming felt cheap. The movie kept telling me things instead of showing me. And FUCK the reveal? Awful. The killers are honestly very predictable but the way they executed it blew me.

First of all, was the plan to act stupid if one of them got caught? "Why did you do it?" "I knew how bad you wanted it". Was that the plan the entire time? Also why was Tiffany explaining her sob story in the car? You didn't need to convince Lori to believe you. She already did. Back to the reveal, it was shit. The whole family were killing people so Tiffany could be Prom Queen? Oookay. And apparently Tiffany's mom was also with Lori's dad. If the story was so well known, wouldn't that have been brought up? And let's say it wasn't and this family is legit full of psychos, okay. The post credit scene? So you're gonna tell me that the mom was possessed? No. Not buying it. Based on the lore we already have, that's not possible. Possessed killers don't speak and seem to have supernatural strength, speed and healing. The mom had none of that. Also the mom went on a whole monologue and as I said, killers don't talk. The only one who uses their voice is Ruby and she sings the same line.

Let's play with the idea that the mom WAS possessed. Explain the killers situation then. If the mom was possessed, that would mean the dad and daughter were the killers since based on Melissa's death, there are two of them. Tiffany didn't seem surprised when her mom turned murderous though. So what was even happening? "Oh well she's getting possessed after her death". No. That's not how it works. The Goodes sacrifice a LIVING person and the person goes on a killing spree. She can't be possessed after because then the shit wouldn't work. Did any of the killers ever have their blood turn into that symbol? I don't think so.

This movie was just so unbelievably bad. It was so disappointing. I've wanted another Fear Street movie for years but this was not it. Netflix, just make a movie about Ruby Lane.

Quick afterthought; why did they keep bringing up Tommy? They had a poster then a police officer was like "this is worse than '78". First of all, my nigga Tommy was catching bodies so don't do that. Second of all, I'm assuming it's because it was so recent for them but with how shitty this movie was, it also feels like the writers tryna remind the audience that they love this universe. "You love the trilogy so you'll love this movie, right?!". No. And Tyler Torres? Is he related to Ryan Torres aka Skull Face Killer? Why add that?

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Fop Peri fic concept incoming

I’m just gonna start posting the fic ideas I get bc 80% of the time I don’t write them, and I don’t mind letting other people have and use them. Hell, you don’t even have to credit me. I’m stalking all the FOP tags so if you write it I’ll see it. I won’t ask for credit, I’ll fucking SAVOR reading it.

Fic idea #1 Dale/Peri

“Peri’s Master Plan” or “I Can Fix Him” is what I’d call this.

First, Peri becomes dev’s babysitter. This can be set before the finale, or it can be au where dev never lost peri, or it can actually be after dev left peri. It just changes the setup a bit. If Peri is still Dev’s godparent he’ll have to be extra careful when hiding all of this from him. If he’s no longer dev’s godparent, this is his way of staying in dev’s life bc he cares abt the little shit!

His reason for becoming dev’s official babysitter even if he’s still dev’s godparent probably would so that he doesn’t have to hide whenever he’s with dev and also because Dale doesn’t screen the sitters ever so Dev probably has had some pretty awful ones.

Basically, dale starts hitting on the “babysitter”. Peri is initially disgusted, as you’d probably expect. He puts up with it though, for Dev.

Peri remembers a romance book about a beautiful female protagonist falling in love with and “fixing” an evil older man, and gets an idea about how he can help dev! If it’s in a human book it has to be something that could actually work with humans right? Why would it say it’s written by a bestselling author otherwise? This is a great idea!

Peri starts to go along with it, flirting with Dale, doing whatever it takes to make the guy fall in love. Peri overtime uses this as leverage to try and teach Dale why child neglect is bad (crazy idea). Dale does fall in love. Does peri? It can go either way. I’d say yes, I think that’s the most interesting way this can go.

Different routes this story could ultimately take, options A. B. and C.:

A. Dale changes for the better, though slowly. Maybe Dev Dale and peri do sort of family bonding. The huge conflict here though is that Peri definitely isn’t allowed to be in a relationship with a human, much less his (former or current) godchild’s dad. Will love prevail? Find out next time on dragon ball z ass fic here.

B. Dale’s treatment of dev seems to improve, and Peri is feeling pretty awesome about that. However, when talking to Dev, Peri realizes that Dale is only being a better dad when Peri is around- basically faking it to keep seeing Peri. Big angst. Peri confronts Dale- and honestly you can go as light or dark on the angst in this confrontation scene. Me personally, I’m depraved so if I ever write this it will probably be as dark as possible (I’m mentally unstable friends!).

C. Peri succeeds for the most part, but he doesn’t love Dale truly. This is eating away at him. He stays for Dev. He’d planned to leave when Dale got better, but as he understands the human condition more he realizes that the odds of Dale continuing to be a better dad are very low if he leaves. Angst, angst, angst.

Obviously Peri would try to hide the relationship from Dev at least at first in pretty much all of these. Dev would probably find out by accident. This could be done differently though, maybe dev knows early on. Maybe peri doesn’t hide it well.

Also, obviously you can take a different route than A. B. or C.

Feel free to be inspired by this rant. Feel free to steal the ideas here. Again, if you do, I’ll probably find it. I’ll probably read it. I’ll probably be very happy. Don’t worry about credit. Actually, don’t credit me even if you want to 😭😭😭

[dr-spectre]

Im gonna be up front with you guys, im getting really annoyed at people saying that Amy Rose has gone through character development and that's why her characterisation is different and why she's very mellowed out, has no anger issues and her love of Sonic is virtually gone.

Is it, quite literally, insufferable and downright damaging in my eyes.

(Also btw i am gonna rant and be very rambley, I saw a fucking awful post on Reddit about Amy and I'm in a bad mood while writing this.)

Now, I'm gonna say this because I don't wanna make anyone upset, if you genuinely like Amy's new characterization then that's perfectly fine. THIS IS NOT A PERSONAL ATTACK ON YOU!!!!! THIS IS JUST ME CRITICISING WRITING FROM A SUBJECTIVE POINT OF VIEW!! OKAY?!?!? WE GOOD?!?! Anyways!

A character arc or character development is something that happens IN a story. It is something that DOESN'T happen OUTSIDE of a story.

HOWEVER!!!! If a character does go through change outside of a story and comes back then it's up to the writers to properly explain WHY a character has changed.

The issue with Amy is that they DON'T EXPLAIN WHY SHES CHANGED SO MUCH BETWEEN LOST WORLD, FORCES AND FRONTIERS!!!! And no, a fucking character profile on a website doesn't count too. That's a cop out and you know it. And an Eggman memo that is completely optional is not enough either, Sonic Frontiers had MULTIPLE HOURS FOCUSED ON AMY AND THEY SPENT NO TIME EXPLAINING IT!

You cannot have a character act a certain way and then change it willy nilly without properly explaining why. It's like if let's say Callie in Splatoon 4 suddenly had Marie's personality and they didn't elaborate on it at all. And some random sunken scroll said "Callie has grown up quite a lot."

A lot of the explanations that I've seen online border down to headcanons not supported enough in the universe and like, here's the thing, you can have your own headcanons and stuff, its fine to have them of course, but to basically force them down and get upset at others for criticising Amy's modern characterisation is just unhealthy behaviour man. It's truly unhealthy.

And i think what's really made me fucking mad is that they are taking this modern version of Amy and retroactively applying to old stories like Generations. And that shit boils my blood, why rewrite history? Why try to hide what the character was like? IF YOU'RE TRYING TO SHOW THAT AMY HAS GONE THROUGH CHARACTER CHANGE THEN WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU REWRITE A PREVIOUS STORY?!?!?!?!?!?! WHY?!?!?!?! THAT'S IDIOTIC ON SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO MANY LEVELS!!!!!

WHY ARE YOU TRYING TO MAKE AMY'S LOVE AND ADMIRATION FOR SONIC HIDDEN AND LIKE A HIDDEN CRUSH?!?!?! WHY IS AMY LIKE THIS NOW?!?!?! EXPLAIN!

"They are just trying to give her depth!! Instead of just making her an obsessed abusive stalker!" What depth? Explain to me what depth does Amy have? What hopes and wishes and fears does Amy have in Frontiers? What's her hobbies? Her interests? Her wants? Her needs? She wants to do what exactly? Share love with the world? How? Give flowers? Help the homeless? Like... WHAT DOES THAT EVEN MEAN?!?!?!?!

At least with Sonic he's a flat character, he's allowed to have no strong goals or change because the whole point of Sonic is that he is the spark to change OTHERS! Shara, Merlina, the list goes on, he is the one who inspires change, he can get away with not changing. But Amy? If you said that they changed then WHY DID THEY CHANGE?!!? WHY DID AMY CHANGE THEN?! GO ON! EXPLAIN IT TO ME!!

I fucking hate the notion that Amy was this absolute monster who wanted to assault Sonic and force him into marriage. Have you fucking replayed Sonic Adventure 1 and 2 recently? Have you played through the games with the original Japanese dialogue? Or are you letting fan animations from 2009 cloud your judgement? Amy has a crush on Sonic, she's inspired by him, it's a fangirl sort of love towards him. Hell she says that Sonic and her are tied together by fate in a non romantic fashion in CD and Heroes.

Amy follows Sonic because not only does she have a simple childish crush for Sonic, but also because she thinks they are tied somehow by fate, Sonic inspires Amy, Amy loves Sonic on various levels. She wants to impress him and show just how capable she is.

Amy in Adventure 1 just wants excitement and thrill, she goes with Sonic in her story because she wants to protect a bird, not because she's lusting after him like some believe was the case. She was just really damn bored and saw an opportunity for adventure.

Amy in Adventure 2 tags along because again, she likes thrill and adventure, she wants excitement and Sonic is always in dangerous stuff, so she tags along.

Plus AMY'S MOST ICONIC MOMENTS IN THOSE TWO GAMES ARE HER BEING A VITAL PART IN INSPIRING CHANGE IN OTHERS!

JUST LIKE HER HERO SONIC!!!! IT GOES FULL CIRCLE FROM SONIC CD TO ADVENTURE!!!!!!

I really do want y'all to rewatch these cutscenes with retranslation mods, trust me, they are more emotional than you realize and it proves that Amy in the 2000s was more than you think she was. She was never an abusive or malicious person towards anyone. She never tried to force Sonic into anything fucked up and had a playful back and forth with him, especially in the Japanese versions where all mentions of marriage and shit is gone.

Unlike in Frontiers, where their banter was non-existent, and the most interesting it got is when Amy snapped at Sonic for not helping the Koco.

And if you fucking bring up the god damn "Sonic, this time there's no way out of marrying me!" line dude, listen, imma need you to shut the fuck up.

First, the line from the original Japanese release is less forceful sounding and more playful.

Second, if you genuinely count this as abuse or sexual assault then you need to get the fuck out. I've actually seen people say that Amy assaults Sonic and does all this bad shit to him. Buddy, my brother in Christ.

THEY ARE CARTOON CHARACTERS DESIGNED FOR ALL AUDIENCES! THEY ARE NOT MEANT TO REFLECT HOW ACTUAL PEOPLE ACT AND BEHAVE! THEY HAVE EXAGGERATED PERSONALITIES AND TRAITS! IT IS MEANT TO BE A FUNNY THING FOR KIDS TO GO "ewww" AT! DO YOU NOT KNOW HOW TONE WORKS?!?!?! WHY ARE YOU TAKING THE WORDS OF A TEEN PINK HEDGEHOG SO SERIOUSLY?! SONIC HEROES TONE IS MEANT TO BE VERY LIGHTHEARTED!

Why the fuck would you look at Amy trying to beat up Sonic in Sonic Riders after he risked her life AS ACTUAL ASSUALT AND GO "omg Amy is so mean and abusive! They need to change her character!!" SHE ALMOST FUCKING DIED!!! SHE WOULD BE MAD AT SONIC AND WANNA HURT HIM OUT OF ANGER!!! HELLO?!?!

Name me a cool character moment that Amy had in Frontiers. Go on, do it. Because i can't think of any. Aside from her talking shit towards Sage.

Look, if you found Amy annoying in the older games, i get it, but i swear to god your mind will change immediately if you play through the older titles with retranslated dialogue. The old English translation for these games were hot garbage and created a huge amount of misconceptions about how the characters actually act. It's better nowadays thankfully but there's still issues like Frontiers having drastically different dialogue and Amy apparently maintaining the same old dialogue she had in Generations for the remaster. So the new dialogue made by Ian Flynn was not applied to the Japanese version, APPARENTLY! I'M NOT SURE ON THAT! I NEED SOMEONE TO DOUBLE CHECK THAT FOR ME!

And speaking of Ian Flynn, i don't know if it's his fault or not for Amy's new characterization. I think Amy changed due to Sega and Sonic Team receiving poor faithed criticism that "Amy is too annoying! She's so obsessive and angry!" and so now all media with Amy is trying to unify into this neutral and boring personality, and Ian Flynn was probably guided to make Amy act a certain way by them.

I do think that the hate Ian Flynn gets is a bit too much, like sure sometimes his dialogue and the way he handles themes is a bit.... shite. (Seriously what was the theme of Frontier's story? Cause even i don't know. "Without the time stones??" haunts my dreams every night...) But after Shadow Generations and with the right team, i know that man can cook, i don't put the blame on him. Writers don't have as much freedom as you guys think... People check the stuff they have written, that shit has to be approved and changes must be done if the higher ups don't like it.

I wanna conclude by saying this, if there was a story or sub-plot in a Sonic game where Amy learns to reflect on past actions and go "you know maybe i was a little crazy towards Sonic, i should try to just be a great friend towards him instead!" I wouldn't mind that. I would enjoy it probably.

But you gotta fucking SHOW the character change for me to care about the new characterisation, otherwise I'm gonna see it as forced and damaging towards Amy as a character. What is one of the biggest things in storytelling?

SHOW! DONT TELL!

(Note: show dont tell isn't a hard stuck thing btw. It's more so "if you can show instead of telling it, do it instead.")

Im kinda fucking sick of the overly toxic positivity mindset that's been going on with the Sonic community. It feels like walking around eggshells and you can't voice ANY criticisms at all. Sure are there lots of bad takes and harsh shit towards the games and media that it doesn't really deserve? Absolutely! I can name you plenty of high and mighty pricks in the community that give off vague criticism and are cunts about it, but for the love of God, if someone doesn't like the current characterisation of a character, don't fucking bully them for God sake. Don't restrict their takes, don't belittle them and think they are dumb. I have said some harsh things but I'm just genuinely frustrated with the community as a whole.

Guys, communities should not be a hivemind okay? That shit is boring and doesn't create for interesting discussions on what the series can improve on. If someone doesn't like the current model of Sonic for example but you do? That's fine. It's okay.

They have their own take, you have your own take. I'm not gonna call another person a moron for liking the current Amy we have. I know plenty of people who like the current Amy and I've seen what Amy in Frontiers has done to people. I know of people who now like Amy thanks to her recent appearances, and you know what? That's a good thing!!!!

But... I kinda wish they fell in love with the rose with thorns, the woman who reflected the values of her hero she admired, the one who helped Gamma and Shadow. I want them to fall in love with her. You know?

[fizzbot]

APOLOGY TOUR SPOILERS / HELLUVA BOSS CRITICAL POST

(please just dont read if youre a fan/are gonna be annoying in my tags/replies)

i LOVE verosika. i was super excited to see an episode all about her. she has EVERY right to be mad at blitz, and i do enjoy seeing things from the perspective of his victims. BUT.....i was really disappointed in her portrayal in apology tour. MOSTLY just because i was dissapointed in stolas portrayal in apology tour, and think this ep wouldve been better if it was more about BLITZ instead. rant under the cut

im not gonna give the whole rant about how annoying it is that stolas is constantly woobified, because 100 critical blogs have done it much more gracefully than i ever could. but it is just SO dissapointing to watch a man that couldve been SUCH a compelling villain be the ONLY one who is EVER sympathized with in the show. we are supposed to feel bad for him and believe that both sides are wrong in the stolitz situation, when stolas' crimes are SO MUCH WORSE than all of blitzs bad deeds combined. he co-erced blitz into a sex contract as the only means of doing his job, and then made HIM feel guilty for not falling n love with him during it. the 'both sides are in the wrong' comment gets particularly frustrating when the show has, tme and time again, only let stolas be the one with support. blitz is made to look unreasonable, no matter how right he is. and, in this instance, stolas is the one getting invited to this party to celebrate being ""wronged"" by blitz.

back to verosika. especially now that the episode is out, i am even more firmly on her side. the fact that blitz broke up with HER because things were getting too serious is interesting (albiet not as interesting as i think it couldve been but thats a rant for another post). im not saying she should forgive blitz, but i do struggle to fully agree with her because of how she treated stolas in the episode. she is the first to comfort him, the first to try and encourage him to shit-talk blitz, etc etc and i just dont understand.....why?

ive already had problems with her character since the sexual assault ""joke"" from spring broken, but this also really left a bad taste in my mouth. i totally understand her desire to party and sympathize with other people who were harmed by blitz, but its frustrating that stolas was invited to be among them. stolas, the man who is very much NOT THE VICTIM in his relationship with blitz. this is more the fault of the writers than verosika herself, but it is SO FRUSTRATING that she gave him the spotlight and is trying to help him heal from a situation that is ENTIRELY HIS FAULT. stolas didnt just hurt blitzs feelings, he sexually coerced and abused him. of all people, shouldnt verosika understand how terrible that can be? the kind of hurt that can do to a person? im not saying that this terrible relationship FORGIVES blitz's wrongdoings, but you shouldnt be giving his fucking abuser a stage and a microphone to talk shit about his victim. this becomes so much more insidious to me with the conversation she has with blitz on the balcony, later. this was actually a pretty good scene imo but it could certainly be better.

this is much more opinionated and i wouldnt be surprised if even the critical community isnt with me on this one, but i long for an alternate verson of this episode thats focused on verosika being on blitz's side, instead. its been over 5 years since they dated, and even though she is still allowed to be mad, it would be nice to see that shes moved on. maybe give her a new partner like barbie wire and let her throw these parties just so she can look back and laugh and help blitz's other victims heal in the same way that she has. not to bring up an also not-great show, but in rick and morty, we see a relationship between rick and one of his ex-partners named unity. they were really terrible for each other, enabling bad/unhealthy behaviors, generally being awful. their break-up was messy, but in recent seasons, we see unity coming back, upon hearing that rick was doing something self-destructive. they worried about him, because a part of them still cared, as much as they were hurt by his actions. i would have LOVED to see a similar thing with blitz and verosika, where verosika finds out about the relationship blitz is trapped in/just got out of. i think it would be SO MUCH MORE naratively interesting, for her to be supportive of his little apology tour, and maybe even inviting HIM to the "blitzo sucks" party. not everyone (or anyone) needs to forgive him; in fact, i think coming to this party would give him perspective. his relationship with stolas has hurt him so badly, he can finally step back and understand the harm that he did to all these people. the apologies that he gave, as he admits in the episode, were shallow. but i think framing stolas as the toxic one would be better in helping him realize that he has done wrong more than what the show is currently doing. and maybe some people at the party WILL forgive him. maybe he can apologize on the stage, and some people will empathize with his situation and believe that the apology is genuine, because hes finally had to be on the other end of his own hurt. and maybe THAT would be the first step in helping blitz realize that maybe he isnt completely unlovable, because there are people who cared about him enough to be THIS DEVASTATED upon getting their heart broken by him. a conversation with verosika about what he did to her would hit so much harder after this, imo

anyway. im sorry if this is completely incoherent/a bad point. i was just thinking about it and i am so sick of everyone being a stolas apologist </3

[sinning-23]

Surface (Sanji x Mermaid!Reader)

Hey everyone! This is part of themermaid/siren series with all the opla/op characters uhhh this one may or may not be a two parter but I actually really like how it turned out! Enjoy!

Warnings: none, jsut some kissing at the end lol

Your father had warned you about humans. He said they were cruel and unkind. Barbaric creatures filled with greed. Of course, you knew he was right, having seen countless pirates raid ships and leave behind sunken treasures for you to collect.

However, among your most recent attempt at running away, you found yourself hiding beneath a mysterious doc. It was dark but also...kind of quiet. Too quiet, and if you knew your humans, it's that they were far from that.

All the boats from earlier were long gone and all you could hear was bickering from inside. You curse yourself for not having your legs yet but quickly hide when the door bursts open. Out storms a taller-looking young man, his sleeves rolled up his forearms as he lights what you had learned long ago was a cigarette.

Your eyes glow with the light briefly. He's pretty, his brows furrowed in anger as he mutters to himself. Something along the lines of "That's idiot..." and "I'd rather die than serve that." The water moves around you when you try to move closer and his gaze flickers to you.

First it's fear, he scoots away, startled that you had been watching him. In turn, the action frightens you and you dive beneath the surface, feeling like swimming away was foolish considering you'd been spotted and the whole point of running away was to not go back to where you ran from...well swam in this case.. His voice is muffled with the water but you peak just above the source to hear him a little better.

"I-Im sorry if I scared you, are you alright?" He hums, leaning over the edge as you place your hands over the top of his, using your upper body strength to lift upwards. There was no such thing as personal space with how close you were, noses were centimeters away.

He swallows hard, the cigarette long discarded but you can smell the tobacco on his lips. Speaking of which those looked awfully pretty, slightly pink and glossy as his face seemed to brighten with a nice hue of red. You pull yourself further out of the water, resulting in him scooting back.

At this point, you might as well be straddling him with the way your arms cage him in this one spot. You still didn't answer his question but that didn't matter. Your father would kill you if he saw how close you were to this human. Your lips part as you go to speak but you can't seem to form words when he's pushing wet hair from your face to reveal more of it to him.

"Much better." He hums, swallowing hard at your features. Were all mermaid this beautiful?

"What is this place?" You finally ask, looking over the shape of the building in awe. You fin flops over the deck the slapping making him flinch a bit but he soon focuses backto answeitn your question.

"It's a resturant, angel fish." He hums, making you snap your gazse back to him.

"I'm not angel fish? You've met my her? She doesn't even like the surface! Wait 'til I tell-"

His laugh stops your rant and he shakes his head. It's obvious any flirting or metaphor would go right over your head. Maybe they used different expressions under the sea.

"It's not funny! Call me Y/n! I'm a Princess you know! My father rules the sess!" You boast, despite knowing you practically went AWOL on the whole royalty thing.

"Well Princess, why aren't you at your castle? Hm?" He questions making you narrow your gaze. Sure he was cute but how dare he question royalty?!

_____________1 week_______________

You didn't expect to find yourself falling for the blonde. Every day he would come out for his smoke breaks and talk to you, tell you about the kitchen inside, share his food with you, and even tell you about his dream...which you found particularly interesting considering that's where you came from. You keep that bit to yourself though.

One evening, the blond who you had come to learn was named Sanji took his usual break with you, your head resting in your hands as you listened to him talk. You had found yourself doing everything all merfolk were forbidden of...Falling in love.

It didn't exist where you came from...well at least that's what your father said. And it was partially why you left. Maybe Sanji could tell you more about it? You swallow down any anxieties and speak, seeing his gaze grow ever more fond wherever you open your mouth. You'd probably never know this, but Sanji thought your voice was the most beautiful sound in the entire ocean.

"Sanji, tell me more about love." You ask, seeing his face go red again.

That was always so funny to you, humans, and how they change colors. But he was special, you liked to think he only turned red when he talked to you. You wouldn't be wrong.

"U-Uh weel, what about it?" He chokes, leaning against a wooden post as you chatted.

"What does it feel like? Do you feel like that forever?" You ask, feeling your midsection dry with how you were positioned. Sanji looked up as if to think for a moment before answering. Gods he always looked so beautiful.

"Well, sometimes. Love is, complicated. It's warm and it can be unforgiving sometimes. It's like finally feeling like you have something no one else does. Love is like...." He pauses, biting his lip when he sees you, how intrigued you are.

"Is it like...how it feels to talk to you?" You whisper, pulling yourself more forward, the water sliding past your hips and thighs.

It's quiet now, Sanji's hands can't seem to figure out what to do so he settles for keeping them at his sides.

"What does that feel like?" He whispers curiously, watching you crawl toward him now, your tail somehow disappearing the closer, and dryer you got.

You can't help but revel in how he looks. As if he'd fall apart with your next words. He's breathing heavily now, eyes moving up and down your body and to your lips. There's a look behind his eyes that tells you everything you need to know

"It feels just like you said...warm."

And witht hat his hands are firm at your hips as your lips more impatiently together, your newly formed legs smoothing against the fabric of his slacks when you sitt pretty on his lap. This feeling could have very well just been lust, but like Sanji said, love is complicated.

Perhaps this is why your father forbids the surface.

[verysanebsdfan]

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 𝟽: ᴛʜᴇ ɪɴᴛʀᴏᴅᴜᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏғ sᴄɪᴇɴᴄᴇ

The Perfect Equation: The introduction of science

Ishigami Senku x fem!reader

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"Perhaps, but don't underestimate me." Says Kinro. "Apologies. If you wish, we could spar right here and now." Kohaku retorts. I can calm everyone down in time. We do not need any arguments now, after all.

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"Get excited!" Senku exclaims while basically jumping around the storehouse, looking at all the minerals and materials Chrome managed to obtain. "Heh, heh, heh... You've gathered up so much stuff. How many years did this take, Chrome?" He asked with smarkling eyes.

"Yeah, take a look, Senku. Baaad, ain't it? Sure, you beat me at sorcery and math... I wasn't in top form today. But my collection here can't be beat!!" Chrome exclaims proudly, his eyes sparkling as well.

Kohaku sweat drops, saying that it's just rocks.

Senku starts running around like a kid at the Christmas tree. "Malachite. Chalcanthite. Corundum, (Name), look, there's so much useful stuff!"

"That baaad one's super hard!" Exclaims Chrome, pointing at the Corundum.

"Well, yeah! Corundum is number 9 on the Mohs hardness scale. With the hardest one being 10. So yeah, it is really hard." I inform Chrome, to which he excitedly tells me that I will have to tell him more about this when we have time.

"Not seeing a difference. How could a couple of rocks turn you two into raging fanatics?" Kohaku tells them, Sweatdroping. Meanwhile, I smile at their reactions. I do agree there is some hella useful stuff.

"Oh, here we go! Galena!! Sweet, sweet lead!" Senku exclaims, holding a big chunk. His eyes look almost like hearts.

"Crack it, and it sparkles real baaad!" Chrome exclaims, holding a hammer.

I turn around and look around myself. I crouch down and look at some herbs. Can't say I know any of these. I never took an interest in these things, aw man.

"There's even a philosopher's stone!" Exclaims Senku, and I turn back, seeing him pick up some stuff and leave the storagehouse with Chrome, so I follow them.

We make a fire in front of the bridge, and Senku starts on with his Science rant. "Cinnabar. Commonly known as the Philosopher's Stone. It even makes an appearance in Dragon Quest."

"And other pieces of fictions, often used as a magic item. I don't know if it was actually Cinnabar in those, though." I add in.

"They usually do look like Cinnabar, so it's possible," Senku responds, and I hum. He then continues. "We can estract mercury by heating it."

Kinro stands in front of the bridge entrance and tells us, "Do as you like outside the village border. But take one step on this bridge, and I shall cut you down. Rules are rules."

That does not bother Senku at all, though; it did bother me a little that that guy would not hesitate to hurt me or Senku if we did take a step on that bridge. Hopefully, that won't be needed until we get them on our side. "Take the mercury and melt some gold dust into it..." Senku says and grabs Kinro's spear into the mixture.

"Breathe in that smoke, and it'll be the last thing you do," Senku warns the male, who looks terrified of that. But Senku is closer to it... Oh well.

He then shows us the finished spear. A shining gold blade. Looks good, but I think he should sharpen it again. "Shiny gold spear, complete!" He exclaims, cackling evilly.

Everyone else is in awe, not surprising at all; this spear would be sold for much more than the one before or the one Ginro is holding.

"What good does this sorcery do me?" Kinro questions.

"Heh, heh, heh.. It's totally useless. But you're Kinro, right? A gold spear's the perfect fit for you." Senku smirks at him.

"Whatever your scheme may be, don't think you can win me over with something so utterly ridiculous," Kinro said with a stern face.

"Give up on Kinro. that hardhead can only follow the rules." Chrome says in a childish tone.

"I think he is more that type of person who will follow what's right... Not what's in the rules all the time. He gives me that vibe, at least." I say, even though I barely know him.

Kinro starts walking away with his golden spear, looking in love with it. He will crack one day, sooner or later. "No need to trouble yourself with stripping it off."

Senku and Chrome congratulate each other, whispering about how close they are. Ginro, who is quite close to me, then asks for a silver spear. Maybe one day he will get it. Who knows.

・・・・・

"You're like one of those Monster Hunter gamers who does nothing but collect raw materials," Senku tells Chrome while patching up my wounds from before. He is using some mixture made with yarrow and water and then also some bandages.

"Green gentian, hemerocallis, coptis. All are good for traditional Chinese healing. This is your medicine, huh?" Senku asks Chrome.

"Yeah. Though it's kinda hard to say if any of it works. I only gather up the stuff I've already tested on myself. I'm collecting everything I can find in hopes of healing Ruri. That's why I turned to sorcery in the first place!" Chrome tells us with a sad face.

"Is this Ruri girl Kohaku's sister?" I ask, and he nods.

Senku pulls away from tending to my wounds, having already finished, and goes back to exploring the storehouse. "Senku! Don't you have some sorcery... or science, to save Ruri?" Chrome hurriedly asks, jumping around at the realization.

"I can't say without examining her first. There are medicines that can cure just about anything, but... We are lacking ingredients to make stuff like that." Senku looks around and then sits on the ground, pulling me next to him, making Chrome sit down as well. "Chrome. I think we'd better tell you everything. About what happened 3700 years ago. About the world before the fall.

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As Senku and I exchange turns speaking about the wonders of our world, Chrome's reactions never fail to surprise me. I most liked his reaction to being informed about humans landing on the moon. His surprise was evident and honestly valid. If I lived my whole life in a primitive world like this one, I'd be beyond surprised.

What I, however, didn't expect was that Chrome would start crying. "Are those tears? Are you having an emotional moment here?" Senku asks, not really in a mocking way, more like confused.

"I ain't crying!! Wait. I guess I am!! So who turned everyone to stone, huh? Let's find 'em and make 'em pay!" Chrome shouts and continues his emotional rant. "It's just so sad, everything that the humans before us built, little by little, over millions of years... All that baaad stuff! The whole baaad scientific civilization! All wiped out in a flash just like that! How can I not feel bitter about that?!"

Senku's eyes softened, but then he cackles evilly, just like he always does. "Heh, heh, heh... It ain't wiped out, idiot. It's all still here. Humanity's not going down that easily."

"WHERE?!" Chrome questions.

"Two million years of humanity, it's all right here," Senku says as his pointer finger touches his head. "The scientific part at least, (Name) has an extensive knowledge about history and politics, drama, and people. Among other things, of course." He chuckles and pats my head.

Chrome then smiles. "I see. You complete each other so well, it's no surprise you two are together!"

"Yeah! We are best friends!" I obliviously told him.

"Yeah, she's my lab assistant, so it's only good our knowledge completes each other," Senku says, smirking.

"That's not what I meant." Says Chrome, sweat dropping.

"Oh." Both Senku and I exhaled. "Yeah. It's not like that, seriously; why does everyone think that a girl and a boy being friends must mean romantic feelings are involved? I mean, Senku is good-looking and all, but- ah you know what? I will stop before I get tangled in too deep." I ramble on about how I don't have any romantic feelings towards my friend. Senku, however, only nodded along to most parts of my rambling.

"Anyway! I'll build this Kingdom of Science with you and make some baaad medicine that'll cure anything. Ruri's sickness is going down!" Chrome shouts enthusiastically, clenching his fists. He clearly cares about Ruri a lot. "Teach me, Senku! How do we make this cure? We gotta kick Ruri's sickness back where it came from!" Chrome exclaims.

Kohaku, who only just returned, adds in. "If it'll heal my sister, I'll do whatever I can to help!"

Senku grins; I can almost imagine how he's scheming. But if I take a look at the bigger picture, it only makes sense. If we help cure Ruri, we will most likely gain the trust of the village and gain manpower. Still, he does not look exactly trustworthy right now. "See that? That sleady glint in his eye! he's scheming to save Ruri for his own reasons." Chrome points out.

"Gentleman? Or sleazebag? Hard to say. At the very least, he's rational about it." Kohaku points out.

"What we of the Kingdom of Science will create is..." Senku pauses dramatically and starts drawing on the ground with a stick. "An antibiotic! It'll destroy the germs that love infecting us. It's a scientific panacea!"

"Oh! That makes sense." I turn to the duo of villagers. "Since their advent near the start of the 20th century, antibiotics have saved hundreds of millions of lives," I inform them.

"There's no way to identify her disease without running blood work, but it's still worth a shot."

"Ooh, great! Let's get started!" Chrome exclaims, and Kohaku continues, "What do we need?!" Well, at least they're enthusiastic about it. I hope it doesn't run out.

"We're missing practically everything. So just sit back and listen. You two remind me of another blockhead who jumps before looking." Senku informs the group and groans, "Let's get to the explaining, (Name)!"

"To go about making panacea... There are basically two possible routes." Senku starts.

"Either penicillin from living organisms or sulfa drugs from rocks," I explain. "I think we will stick with the second one, right?" I question.

"Organisms? Rocks? How do they turn into medicine?" asked Kohaku confusedly.

"10 billion points for (Name). We won't make penicillin. It might be the most well-known one. We'd have to make it from Penicillium mold. Penicillin was so effective that it relegated sulfoniamides to the annals of history. But going the biological route, with penicillin, in this stone world would be the most illogical course of action. But in the stone world, going the stone route, with sulfonamides. We're gonna need a ton of persistence and manpower, but there's a 10 billion percent chance that we can make this cure!" Senku explains.

"In that case, what's the holdup?" Chrome exclaims, standing up.

"You still don't get it, Chrome? I ain't a god. Not even a genius, really." Senku tells him, smirking. "I wouldn't be so sure about that." I think. "It all happens step by step. We gotta do a lotta crawling around in the dirt to get there."

"So the stone route!" I exclaim and start drawing a road map, just like how I used to do ages ago. Senku joins me as well since I do not know all the steps to making the sulfa drug.

As we finish our huge roadmap, both Kohaku and Chrome look terrified. I don't blame them. I am not terrified of the process, however, I am scared we won't be able to finish on time. "For real?! That's baaad!" Comments Chrome.

"We're about to waro through two million years of scientific progress. There's no way to do it but through steady diligence." Senku tells us.

"Oh, so we just gotta start with this iron thing! What's iron anyway? Tell me all about it!"

"So we're getting sorcery... I mean, science lessons from Senku sensei? I feel like I'll never quite understand this either way..." Kohaku says. "I won't blame you..." I respond.

[vamp-rin]

okay i wrote this whole rant about rowan and i dont think it was appreciated enough with the couple of people i sent it to (i was ignored) so. feast. i should also mention this was sent to people who have listened to a very minimal amount of chnt so mhm yeah you know (im losing it)

okay so so so i usually dont do much but just fawn over rowan (RIGHTFULLY SO) but i have to give my baby boy some actual love so i have to yap about his backstory

so, in episode three, sydney talks over the intercom about how rowan has developed something that makes it so the sky gives him visions. and that he is currently curled into a ball in the corner of the nurses office sobbing. (can i hug him chnt season two rowan and i become canon). the agent log in the description talks about him developing "celestial powers"? which i think is very interesting

we don't see much of his powers explained, but what we do get is that the sky gives him visions of meteorological events, most of them being stuff like the camp burning down n shit. because of this, he has a fucking panic attack every time he looks at the sky. sounds like hell.

in a mediation session between juniper and him, he talks about "90% of the time i can feel myself having a panic attack because of the fucking sky." i have listened to that episode so many times i have it memorized. moving on. he also talks about how no one seems to care or even check in on him during these or because of these.

in a later episode, sydney talks about how they added nightmare powder to the bonfire smoke. what a genius fucking idea???? /sar. he talks about how if you are prone/sensitive to terror, its best to stay inside for the day. he also talks about how rowan is in such a state that he cant do anything throughout the day. when i tell you my heart hurt.

i saw this on the fandom wiki (which is not a good source of knowledge. they have juniper listed as a former member of the backstreet boys.) and it said that sydney got him a hat to help with the visions.

this leaves a lot of things questioned. how can he get rid of the powers? is there anything or anyway at all to avoid them or lessen the visions?

and i have more to say about his focus song. venetian blind man. venetian blinds are the type of blinds that flip closed, which is a reference to him being afraid of the sky, so he stays indoors and closes the blinds so the sky "cant see him" as he says. theres also the lines "he says, 'oh whoa, it's only an omen / oh whoa, stay in the moment.'" which i really like in terms of him trying to ground himself from the breakdowns caused by the sky.

theres also a verse whatever thing in that song that goes "lord knows i've said awful things round this house" and a bit more (I HATE HOW I CANT REMEMBER IT), which is curious. what awful things has he said? was it to someone? or was it to the sky, which in turn cursed him with those powers?

ive been meaning to do a full analysis of venetian blind man sometime, so uuhhh yeah let me know if yall wanna see that