#who is Boder???

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After leaving Bridgette, stuck to a frozen pole... How Alejandro would react to Assistant Noah saying that he knows what Alejandro is doing, but Noah honestly doesn't care?... What if Noah only cares about how Alejandro unfairly treats Owen?

ASSISTANT NOAH: "None of the people on this show are exactly innocent angels either, so if the guys are dumb enough to fall for your tricks and the girls let themselves be swooned by you despite having boyfriends, then they deserve to lose." 🙄

That would probably leave Alejandro quite shocked as he assumed no one was able to see through his mask.

To make matters worse Alejandro would probably find himself feeling ashamed as he didn't appreciate the look Noah gave him. Worse of all he doesn't understand why having Noah be disappointed gave him such a sense of dread.

Now he's glad to know Noah won't rat him out and that he agrees that his charms truly shouldn't have worked on the girls who claim to be loyal to their partners, so their fate wasn't truly unfair.

Now what bugs him is the fact Noah was not only able to pick up on his hate towers Owen, he also seems to be bodered by it.

He didn't care when he schemed against the other contestants so why is he so keen on protecting that oaf?

And why is he so fond of him anyways? What does he have that Alejandro doesn't? How can such crude humour and stupidity be appealing? And not his wits and charms?

What does Owen possibly have that he the Alejandro Burromuerto doesn't?

[killapunk]

looking for pictures of boder collie puppies and being presented with an AI generated image. why would i ever want to look at an AI generated image of a puppy. who would ever prefer thst to the real thing

[sillyseaveerablogs]

HAI EVERYONE! I'm Seaveera, but you can call me Seavee or Saken Just a minor Hyperfixation: The Italic ones are the main fandoms Oshi No Ko Chainsaw Man My Singing Monster (Mostly the Celestials and Supernaturals) Murder Drones The Amazing Digital Circus Art Doodles The Riverman trilogy BNB (not affiliated with the creator) DHMIS PASWG SPOP( the rewrite and critical community) Raggedy Ann and Andy SFW Furry Scott Pilgrim Takes Off Tags: Art: Forsaken illustrates + Seaveera Sketches Writing: Forsaken Writing Corner + Seaveera Writes Rambling: Saken Rambles + Seavee makes an announcement Reblogs: Saken Reblogs + Seavee doesn't know RB Vent: Forsaken vents + Seaveera woes Funnies: I can be silly at times so yea Asks: Saken Answered + Seavee, Why are you speakin to the void?

DNFI: Dream Stans Toxic SPOP stans C//A stans Proshippers Racist Crypto Pedos HB/HH Stans Vivziepop bootlickers Misogyny Israel Supporters People who refuse to boycott the Israeli Companies (McDs, Disney, SB, etc.) My art:

I often do recast as a joke like these:

/\ this is my recent one My main ship in this blog: -Loch-nitt x Furnoss -Blassom x Attmoz -Galvana x Vhamp -Glaishur x Torrt -Scaratar x Loodvigg -Boder x Gale(my BNB OC) -Bosip x Bocopter (My BNB OC) -Plixie x Chordyfyid x Talactic -Anglow x Buzzinga -Candelavra x Gnarls -Tiawa x Creepuscule x Incisaur -Strombonin x Yawstrich Yea, I think that's it for now ENJOY THE BLOG!

[neptuii]

"What am I supposed to say? What am I supposed to do? Normally I'd just ask you, but We haven't spoken, we haven't spoken (...) Would you say what you always say? "It's better if we tell the truth" But look at what the truth has done Your heart is broken, your heart is broken" ["i didn't mean to" by Rebecca Sugar] ============== For a long time I never understood artists who created emotionally infused, ventful pieces of art that have no specific meaning or purpose to it. Like it just came out of boredom. It always bodered me; Why couldn't they explain it? How could there be no purpose? When I heard this song, at first I wasn't so fond of it. But with time, it grew on me and suddenly a feeling hit me. Listening to it felt so.. touching, personal. It started to have some meaning to me which is a usual thing when it comes to some song as music is a big part of my life, it helpes me feel, understand and process my feelings as I have a hard time expressing how I feel. I wanted to capture this feeling, give it a shape. While listening to this song on loop, I drew out the sketch of this drawing. I liked it but... well. The thing that bothered me is that it didn't feel like it represented what this song means to me. I want to share my vent art online but because people I know follow me on some of the media, the anxiety of being judged by them keeps me on edge. And so I don't post them that often. It's complicated. For now, tumblr seems to be the safest to share that. Now, this piece kind of grew on me. Even though it doesn't have the meaning I wanted it to have, I like it. i'm proud. And who knows, maybe it will have one for someone else who stumbles upon my art.

[specevo-hadesarchive]

Geography

as with all maps, these will focuse on terrestrial ecosystems, and as with all planetary maps, this will not be especially useful for anyone who wishes to live within the maps boders.

still, they should provide a rough overlay of the biota and appearance of the land within their borders, and thus have some use to researchers and settlers.

[myreputatioooon]

you can take the blue sprinkle, go back to your comfy life reading less than 100 chapter books with sequels and spinoffs, all with the typical english grammar you're used to

or you can take the red sprinkle, dive into the world of hundred-bodering-thousand chapter asian webnovels, exclusively read them from translators who give scuffed translations, and have your red eyes opened

[averagedualies]

[Video attachment: The scene is dark, sparse streetlights illuminating the road bodering an alleyway. The camera is trailing just behind Sage, being held by the porygon who inhabits the device.

The view snaps upwards at the sound of someone slamming against a wall. It's Marla, standing over an all-too familiar figure who only snarls in response. She raises her claws, aiming for the throat.

Sage rushes at Marla, their dualies hitting the side of her face with a crunch. She yowls and blindly swipes at the sudden intruder, giving Nine enough time to scramble out from underneath her talons.

"Sage I ain't dealin' with your shit right now. Get the shell outta here." She snaps as a bolt of pale blue ink rushes past her.

Sage freezes, their eyes going wide for just a brief moment as the harsh sound of a charger going off rings through the cold alley.

Nine chuckles lowly as he begins to refill his charger for another shot, but is swiftly halted by an empty glass bottle hurled directly at his face, tumbling from his newly-acquired vantage point with a screech.

Marla's shadow once more looms over him as she stalks towards the sad excuse for a scientist, growling like an animal. He starts to pick himself up, backing himself further into a corner.

Sage isn't going to let this happen. They need to do something. Nine is their superior, its their job to defend them.

They fling themself at Marla and she lets out a snarl, grabbing them without thinking and slamming them against the concrete.

..They both pause for a second. Something in her eyes softens as she realizes what she's done. Nine in the background, scrambles away from the scene with his tail between his legs.

"..Shit- Sage I-"

But its not Sage anymore. His ink is a distinct shade of rust red. This was Dualie.

Marla steps backwards, at the same time extending a hand towards Dualie.

"I didn't realize it was you kiddo- I'm sorry I-"

He violently flinches away, his eyes wide. Marla tries to take a step forward but something slams into the side of her, it's talons swiping across her arm as she lets out a scream.

A type:null, Icarus, is standing between them now, blood on its claws as it growls. Dualie takes this chance to run, and it's not long before Icarus and the porygon follow, the last few frames showing an injured Marla vanishing in the distance.]

[jhanettesticle]

Geography

as with all maps, these will focuse on terrestrial ecosystems, and as with all planetary maps, this will not be especially useful for anyone who wishes to live within the maps boders.

still, they should provide a rough overlay of the biota and appearance of the land within their borders, and thus have some use to researchers and settlers.

NO DONT PAY ATTENTION TO THAT NOPE NOT SUPPOSED TO BE HERE OOOPS

[tonin-terets]

Peugeot 308 - Drawn by attraction from Mark Jenkinson on Vimeo.

It was a lot of fun to design and bring this little character to life with a brilliant team. Awesome work as ever with @gudnason and amazing CG work by the Mill. Huge thanks to my wonderful producer Giulia and to everyone who worked on this!

Production Company Movie Magic International Executive producer Giorgio Borghi Producer Giulia Buffa Director Mark Jenkinson DOP Ottar Gudnason 1st AD Ferran Rial 2nd AD: Jesus Espin Production Designer Jon Blud Stylist: Claudia Martins Wardrobe assist: Felipe Rojas / Natalia Castillo Arm Car: @car_shooting111 Marc Roca @x_moliner @montoliuxavier Precision Driver Dan Adams / Marc Sangra Stunt rider @natasha.duran 1st AC: Alex Benhamou 2nd AC Francesc Rubio VTR: Celia Abraira DIT: Sergi Aranda Key Grip: Xavi Gordi Gaffer: Ricard Pujol Car care Victor Sanchez Service Company Vivi Film EP: Fabrizio Vittucci / Carlos Soms Prod Manager: Serge Hernandez Shot on Sony Venice 2

Editor Quin Williams at Tenthree Global Head of Peugeot Marketing & Communications : Phil York Brand Content Director : Erika Bouteloup Brand Manager : Elodie Bugat Agency : OPEn Global Account Lead: Stéphane Boutier Global Business Director: Judith Romero Global Account Director : Lena Lieuvin Global Account Executive: Helia Bardon Chief Strategy Officer: Loïc Mercier Head of Planning: Nicolas Orsoni Creative Director: Stephane Lecoq Art Director: Jake Butler Copywriter: Nick Kugge Head of Production/agency producer: Patricia Lucas Agency post-producer: Florence Marquet Sound Designer : Fabrice Pouvreau

VFX Studio: THE MILL PARIS Executive Producer: Fabrice Damolini VFX Producer : Stéphanie Mollet VFX Supervisor et Flame: Alexis Baillia CG Supervisor: Mickael Girod Editing : Maxime Didelot Grading: Philip Hambi Modelling & Environment: Jaspreet Kay Dua, Tytouan Botte, Nicolas Du That Co Generalist: Guillaume Dadaglio Rigging: Marine Sisnaki, Alexandre Sauthier Animation : Alban lelièvre, Geoffroy Barbet Massin, Ludovic Martin, Hervé Anceau FX: Pierre Carcedo Lighting : Valentin Lesueur, François-Xavier Gonnet, Balthazar Bourguignon, Tytouan Botte Compositing : Ugo pierantoni, Fabrice Fernandez, Jordan Recoquillon, Killian Roy Flame : Alexis Baillia VFX Coordinator : Milan Vicet, Mathilde Cohen Selmon Assistant : Julie Rigaud, Chloé Charrier, Felix Fléchet, Naomie Dumas, Pauline Royo, Antoine Zimer, Maité Tamain VFX support: The Mill Bangalore Associate Production Manager: Rushikesh Shelar Production Coordinator: Raman Dhode, Srinivas Bandi, Nividita Dakua Compositing Supervisor: Venkata Siva Kumar Mannepalli Compositing Lead: Rajesh S Compositing Artist : Pavan Gurhalkar, Ragesh Ramchandran, Gopinathan Sekhar, Sudeep Bandi Asset Lead: Nishant Kumar Rigging Lead: Garlapati Yeswant Lighting Supervisor: Aritra Kumar Sarkar Lighting Artist: Trinath Sarkar, Romika Tiwari, Karan Patel, Sourabh Soni MMRA Supervisor: Elangovan Ganeshan MMRA Lead : Smijumon Viswanathan, Avaneetharan Karuppasamy MMRA Artist : Puppala Vinod Kumar, Anirudh Krishna Kurve, Tirupati Bhavani Shankar Derangula , Upasana Choudhary, Swapnil Bharat Nerkar, Yallamraju Venkata Raja Chandra, Praveenkumar Palani, Asif Mohammad, Paras Pareshkumar Shah, Typhan Rai, Chetan Balasaheb Kadam, Vijay Bapu Chavan Prep Supervisor : Sugumar S Prep Lead : Kiran Veeraswarapu, Sachin Ranaware Prep Artist : Ritesh Patil, Sikandar Shaikh, Anuj Pathania, Prashant Kamble, Abhishek Deswal, Sagar Gawande, Bruno Roosewelt, Jagadeesh Dasari, Utkarsh Indis, Sagar Dasgaonkar Roto Supervisor : Sivakumar S Roto Lead : Rohit Charde, Moumita Ganesh Pratihar Roto Artist : Rahul Jagtap, Laxman Nathuram Bodere, Nitin Yashwant Thorat, Sudhir Balaram Jadhav, Ahamadulla Khan, Hrushikesh Kadu, Shrikant Jadhav, Sudev S, Tanmay Bera, Aditya Shrikant Salunkhe, Rakesh Gharti, Sekh Sahangir Versions Digitales VFX Producer: Kahina Lamblin

[likorys-shimenawa]

Because he really was monstrous to Harry, for no reason other than his own bitterness.

Not to high-jack a post, but as a new distraction if it’s still needed:

He had reason. Multiple. Fuckton of them, in fact and the way their dismissed is really telling of our culture and they wat it promotes a lot of very harmful things: bullying fixing the Bad Seed, Good Victims Only, man can’t just be friends with women, people need to be Born Good and just Know Better no matter their situation...

Think bout an 11 year old child, living in poverty with abused mother and abusive father, finding one shred of happines with a friend you find and hoping for so long this magic school will be the place they finally feel safe and happy, where you’re no longer a freak... and then one asshole takes it away from you within seconds and you cannot ever escape, because when they’re not being left without punishmen they are made fucking prefects.

And then it conitnue. Year after year you are bullied, himuliated, until one night you are almost murdered - and you cannot even talk about, cannot reveal the asshole is literally playing with lives of entire school.

What’s worse, your supposed friend, your one shred of happines sides with the asshole. Takes his words for what happend over yours (Lily became a shit friend - she was a child and dealing with being a friend of abuse/harassment victim would be bad enough withouth literal war around, but she still abandoned Severus and it needs to be said).

And then the worst thing happens. Assholes string you up in publis, sexually assault you by stripping you nakes after almost suffocating you and you loose your only friend (she’s been getting away from you, but it still hurts). And then she dates the asshole, just because he learned to hide his bullying of you from her.

This doesn’t even bring up the f/act that he was a half-blood coming into Death Eater’s Hogwarts - James Potter and Sirius Black both represented the exact Old Rich Pureblood Never Punished Assholes that he’d have to deal with in Slytherin.

James took exactly 5 minutes to invent personal insult for Severus and then made Severus’ life nightmare for 7 years straight - for no other reason that Sirius was boder.

But hey, he leaves school, right? What happens then?

He’s lured into the Death Eaters (I’m not touching the plothole mess it creates) and used by Dumbledore to deliver a death sentence for Lily right into Voldemort’s lap.

He still betrays Voldemort, risks his own life by begging for Lily’s and then going to Dumbledore despite knowin he might just be killed on the spot... and then Lily still dies and Severus isn’t even allowed to process if before Dumbledore is using it to manipulate him.

Tying him, for the rest of his life, to the very place that would be the most traumatic for him - the school he has memories of Lily and the Marauders connected to.

And then he has to deal with Harry - with a brat who thinks he’s above rules and can do no wrong, who is every inch as rude as James could be (he’s often doing it to help others because Dumbledore think playing with children’s lives is fun passtime, but that doesn’t change the fact he hurts a lot of them just because it’s the easy way). He still protects Harry, from literally everything, even when Harry does his best to avoid protection. He is rude and petty and yet he never abuses his power (except for when Harry literally breaks into his memories) - much less than you can say for other teachers (’no Malfoy is worth listening to’ Hagrid, 'here Harry let’s break all the rules and use school budget to buy you a broom you’re not allowed to have and reward you for almost killing half a dozen students’ McGonagall to name a few).

And then Voldemort is back and Snape not only willingly goes back, knowing he’ll be met by torture and possibly death, but then spends years spying on Voldemort. Protecting Harry. Protecting school-kids under Death Eater’s noses. Literally being the only reason Harry kills Voldemort.

I cannot comprehendhow anyone can think Snape has no reason to be a bitter bastard. Like him or not, but he has every single reason.

Hi Perry, I'm quite uncreative regarding asks, but I want to help to distract you:

Is there a character you started to dislike because of how the fandom acts about them?

Hello, Kindness!

I genuinely appreciate that. For good or ill, the Reylo fandom is twined with the late Mr. Downing. It feels pretty wonderful that I reached out and folks reached back. I have always felt that thin thread of human connection with everyone here and confirming it goes both ways is awfully special.

On to the question! Obviously not Kylo Ben because it was exceedingly easy to roll my eyes at fanbros. However, the conversation about Severus Snape as a bitter believer in the 'friendzone' did give me pause.

Because he really was monstrous to Harry, for no reason other than his own bitterness. That is legit horrible. However, ultimately, he got the job done. As to his relationship with Harry's mom, I personally got the impression he would have grown up if he hadn't been snagged by Darth Riddle.

So, ultimately, I landed here. The majority of American men (I mean north of 50%, not 90%) cannot free themselves from the cage of patriarchy. They hurt, abuse, demand more than many of us know how to parse. But when they find their grace, I hope we can meet them there.

Yes, it's not the job of women to introduce men to the whole spectrum of human emotion--other than anger--but a whole bunch of men taught us how to fix cars when we were newborn fawns trying to expand our skillset.

We only get out of this by grasping hands and trusting when it matters.

So why not start with fictional men? We all prefer them, anyway (sorry Mr. Downing).

[halohamilton]

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[conceptumesque]

the journey to type ran from urusei yatsura

There is no type named "Randere" yet, but I'd think it would mean "random" so I don't really want to use it

Nominations

Bitch in Sheep's Clothing, The Fake Cutie, ... masquerading as 'moe' but lacking the true personality basis for 'moe' ... spiteful, takes what they want; helps themself, therefore doesn't accept help from others

"Yandere" is derived from the Japanese words yanderu, meaning insane or sick, and deredere, meaning affectionate or loving. Sometimes associated with Borderline Personality Disorder.

Yangire is a combination of the two words yanderu (病んでる), meaning to be sick, and gire (切れ), meaning to cut, slice, or "to snap". Yangires are Yanderes who can snap at any moment from jealousy or irritation without the motivations of affection/love for another character. Cute in both appearance and mannerisms, nice and friendly at first, then suddenly become horrible and aggressive. Typically resorts to violence. Sometimes associated with Paranoid Personality Disorder or PTSD.

"Dorodere" refers to a character who acts cute and sweet on the outside, but is actually full of 'muddy' feelings, such as grudges towards others, including the love interest. It is the inverse of Tsundere. Not necessarily violent.

Bonus

"Amaigire" is a term used for characters that turn aggressive and murderous because of sweets. Example: Spongebob Squarepants - Chocolate Guy I'd maybe argue that Stocking from P&S applies here.

"Tobokedere" is a variation of Bakadere that pretend to be stupid. Example: Mob Psycho 100 - Arataka Reigen

Kimokawaii is the combination of kimochi warui (bad feeling) and kawaii (cute).

"Tsunshun" is a term used for characters that are harsh/mean on the outside, but depressed/fearful inside. They intimidate others to insure solitude.

This is cute.

Rei is Harapeko Chara & Ahodere, Mendo is Bibiridere & Oujidere, and Sakura is Miko. Ataru's type doesn't matter, he is a clusterfuck of non-moe tropes.

Lum is a whole whopping combo of: Coodere, Kekkondere, Onidere, Biridere, Kiredere. Occasionally Yandere/Tsundere/Deredere tones.

Deduction

Dorodere is generally more suitable for Ran because she's more grudge-obsessed than love-obsessed. However, her grudges are love-related. Yangire by itself without Yandere is not love-related. Dorodere would imply that Ran is capable of welling these negative feelings up inside without suddenly snapping (not exactly in the way of Yangire or Bodere, but definitely something like -Gire). Her signature trope is snapping suddenly while talking to Lum. Yandegire is a fusion of Yangire and Yandere. Ran fits Yandegire, if not for the 'completely psychotic killer' reputation of the term Yandere.

Tropes Fall Short

There is not a broad variety of Yandegire characters. Discerning between 'Yandere' 'Yangire' and 'Yandegire' types in media is a brittle pursuit. A softened Yandegire term does not exist. If there exists a love interest, and they plot to destroy what others have in order to obtain what they want, it's basically all labeled and mailed off as Yandere. And somehow, Yandere always equates to "utterly violent and psychotic," and Yandegire is seen as a more intense Yandere: the calm and calculated serial killer with a split personality.

Ran is calculated, but not always calm. She bursts into rage and wallows. The wallowing is typical of Doro-, and bursts of rage are typical of -Gire. Ran is not depicted as essentially homicidal or mortally brutal, thus subverting the common Yandere/Yangire stereotype. The genre associated with Yandere is not compatible with the UruYat formula. She did attempt to drain the life energy of her rival's lover, which is premeditated homicide, however there is a difference in intention. Ran is indeed conniving, two-faced, and spiteful. But her plots are generally based in self-gain sabotage, not a taste for blood. Ran doesn't inherently believe she needs to harm others to get what she wants.

Conclusion

Disregarding allegations of homicide, Ran fits all of the below:

Borderline Personality Disorder

Yangire - "Ran tends to act very cutely in public. She shows a sweet, child-like if not even elegant side when she is happy but when she becomes suspicious or even angry her personality turns into complete opposite. When she was a child she was usually violently punished by her mother which could have traumatized Ran to develop her split personalities. She shows her anger and suspiciousness towards Lum, who she believes wants Rei back."

Yandere - "Ran is desperately in love with Rei and is jealous of Lum, as Rei is in love with her."

Yandegire - Ran will appear nice and accepting, but suddenly snap into aggression, and plot to sabotage others to get what she wants, relating to love or grudges.

Dorodere - Ran will appear nice and accepting, but secretly struggles with a lot of hateful feelings and grudges towards others, even people she loves.

Ran is Ran. But just for fun I attempted to make up a conjunctive type just for her: Kireuradere.

Kireuradere - derived from the Japanese words kireru (キレる), meaning to get angry; to snap, and ura (裏) which means reverse... but can be related to urami (grudge; malice) urame (opposite of the expected; backfire)... and urusei! (annoying!) ... followed by ~dere (lovey-dovey) Can also be written as 'Uragire' 'Uradere' I guess? I tried my best to make it not string together in a bulky mass like "Yanderedorogire" but not too short that it loses the complexity of Ran, like "Uragire" for example.

Also this is hilarious:

Ran (ラン, Ran, meaning Orchid, or Civil war)

[taones]

𝐈 𝐊𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐘𝐨𝐮 // 𝐎𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐮 𝐌𝐢𝐲𝐚

↬ Parings: Osamu x reader

↬ Reader: Gender Neutral but AFAB  

 ↬ A/n: thank you to lovely Dee and Charlie for reading this over and correcting my shitty punctuation, I hope you guys like this cause I was freaking out slightly

↬ Warnings: mentions of food in the first paragraphs. Nickname ‘kitten’ for reader, finger sucking, choking, unprotected sex, teasing, kinda sweet/fluffy aftercare

“Hey”  you called, opening the door to your partners shop.

Osamu, said partner, had given you a key specifically for times like this. The shop was closed but you had come after work, it was nice to spend time with him outside of your home. A change of scenery was good once in a while and you got to spend more time with him than usual. 

His arms were quick to wrap around you the moment you got close enough. He always smelt so nice despite being around food all day. It was a soft, woody scent that you loved to surround yourself in. Soft fingers massaged at your shoulders until you untensed. A sigh escaped you. The days stress and work visibly bled out of your shoulders, sinking into the floor. 

Sighing, you looked up at him.

“How was your day kitten?” he muttered, rubbing your neck.

You hummed, too lost in the feeling of his relaxing touch to form a response. He squeezed your arm softly for a reply. 

“It was fine?” you replied, “just tiring s’all”

He frowned a little at your exhaustion. The obvious question in your tone saying you were fine told him the opposite. Osamu never liked seeing you tired. Hands snuck up to cup your cheeks, tilting your head until you opened your tired eyes. He smiled softly at you, leaning to give you a slow peck. 

“I just have some things to prepare and then we can go home hmm pretty one?”

― ― ―

You were worked up. Osamu and you had been sitting in your kitchen for the past hour. You were watching him make bread and cookies, activities that should’ve been mundane at the least and domestic at the most. However, pretty soon into the task, your eyes had fixated on the hands and forearms of your partner. 

Every stir and knead of the dough caused the veins in his flexing arms to pop a little more. The more they stood out, the more you writhed on your chair. It wasn’t exactly like you were trying to hide it and it was surprising that he hadn’t noticed. The grey-haired man had barely looked at you since he started. You were used to him being engrossed in a mix of baking and humming to the tune that was on the radio but you were getting desperate. 

Whenever he pulled the dough out, sprinkled some flour or punched into the bowl to deflate the dough, his arms brought thoughts to you. Thoughts of countless nights with that strength pinning your legs to the bed to stop you writhing. Thoughts of those arms holding your arms behind your back as he pounded you into the bed covers. Thoughts of his fingers pressing down on your tongue and you desperately sucking on them.

He put the last of the dough away to proof and washed his hands. The sight of him splashing water over his face was the final straw for you. Water droplets dripped down the tan skin of his neck, eyes closed in relief at the cool feeling. You whimpered. 

“Oh?” he smirked, looking over to where you sat.

Your thighs were rubbing together in repetitive motions and it was obvious you were grinding down onto the chair beneath you. The plain cotton panties under your skirt were soaked through, pooling uncomfortably between your thighs. Sweat glistened on your forehead and your bitten lips gave away just how desperate you were.

“Pretty one” he mused, sauntering round the table, “couldn’t help yourself hmm?”

Another roll of your hips had him finally touching you. Nothing much but even the feeling of his cool hands against the searing skin of your neck made you gasp. His hand slid up the side of your neck to cup your jaw, tilting your head until you were looking him in the eyes. 

“What do we say when we need something, kitten?” 

“Please ‘Samu” you whispered

That frustrating smirk slid back onto his face. You would begin to resent it if you weren’t so excited for what you know follows.

“Please what?”

“Please touch me”

Strong fingers slid under the loose fabric of your shorts and the elastic of the, now soaked, cotton fabric. The rough pads of his fingers danced lightly over your folds. It was enough to give you a taste of his touch but nowhere near what you wanted, what you needed. It felt like all the ovens in the room had been turned on, his figure over yours was almost suffocating you in his presence. A nibble to your ear sent your hips canting forwards against his teasing digits, finally pushing them towards where you desperately needed them to be. 

A growl sounded from above you.

Almost instantly, two digits were pushed into you. You choked on your moan at the sudden feeling of fullness, mixed beautifully with relief. They were pumped in and out at a punishing pace, not giving you time to catch your breath. The speed was taking the wind from your lungs and he wasn’t pausing his actions to let you adjust. Why should he? You were the one who was so desperate for his touch.

“Sa-samu, slow down,” you moan loudly.

The only response you got was a low chuckle and a thumb pressed against your clit. The circles Osamu was rubbing against it were gentle enough but, combined with the force of his fingers, you remained overwhelmed. The heat rose to your cheeks again as you found yourself opening your mouth to beg once more. 

“Ah, ple-”

Your request was cut off by your partner's free hand coming up to grip your jaw. Your face was pulled towards his. 

“Why the noise kitty? I thought this was what you wanted, for me to touch you?” he drawled.

Grunting, you clenched around his digits. You were eager to get some sort of stimulation as his fingers had gone from one extreme to the other and were motionless. Once again, you opened your mouth only for it to be filled by the hand that was previously holding your face to his. You now had two of his fingers filling your mouth, sliding over your tongue to the back of your throat. 

With you silent, he was able to start up his previous actions without distraction. He used his forearm to hook around your hip and keep it still. He was in total control. The only person able to bring you the relief you needed was him and you had a feeling he was going to take his sweet time in getting you there. 

“You’re so easy once you’re quiet” he muttered next to your ear, “so fucking desperate for me aren’t you?”

Both sets of fingers were moving at a slow pace.  Every drag against your soft walls was like torture, the friction just bodering on what you needed. The pump of his fingers meant lewd squelching was echoing around your kitchen, the sounds making your face heat up in shame. You whined, grinding your clit down on his palm in an effort to chase some proper friction. To your surprise, he let you. 

You were wrecked. Chasing your high had left your face damp with sweat and you knew how debauched the motions of your hips desperately grinding against Osamu’s palm was. Did you care? No. The only thing on your mind was the fingers pumping in and out of you and reaching your high.

And then he stopped.

The whimper you let out when his fingers stopped moving made his heart ache and his hips burn but he continued to pull his fingers out of you. Your hips still moved above where his hand was as if you could bring his hand back. He chuckled.

“Sorry kitten” he groaned

His voice was strained and you soon figured out why. He moved you upwards on shaky legs and pulled you towards him for a kiss. Your head was fuzzy and movements lazy so your tongues moved together shamelessly. Dragging you closer made you feel exactly why he had stopped. His length was hard under his trousers and pressing painfully against the fabric. You met his eyes, only to find him already staring at you. The tall man was obviously wrecked too. His eyes were sort of unfocused cheeks red and lips bitten red and raw. Yet he stared down at you like you were his prey. 

Hands reached down to undo his trousers and he groaned at the feeling of relieving the pressure on his aching dick. The sight of him straining against his boxers made your knees weak. You watched intently as he pulled off the last piece of fabric, actions too frantic to bother taking them off completely. 

It wasn’t long before his attention was back onto you. His tongue darted out to wet his lips and you whined a bit. Hearing the noise made him smirk, he had always loved the effect he had on you. No time more than now, when he was pushing you against the counter and slipping his tongue in your mouth to keep you quiet. His pretty kitten. 

A hand reached under your shirt. The white fabric was quickly pulled over your head and thrown somewhere in the room, his lips moving from your mouth to encase your nipple. He let his tongue swirl around the bud, holding your back to keep you steady. You slid your fingers through his hair, tugging on the roots to feel his groans vibrate around you. 

“Osamu c’mon, hurry up” you mutter, tugging at the back of his shirt.

He rolled his eyes and looked at you. His silence made your heart race, you know you were pushing a little but he had left you desperate and the dampness of your inner thighs vouched for that.

His hand slid between the valley of your chest and came to rest against your throat. Your breath hitched in excitement. Blue eyes glinted when they met yours, squeezing against the side of your throat just to see your eyes rolled back. He bent down so his mouth was beside your ears. You felt a hot breath against the side of your face. 

“You don’t tell me what to do,” he drawled, “understand?”

He accompanied his question with another squeeze to the sides of your throat. You whimpered. The domineering tone to his voice had your pussy clenching around nothing. You were desperate for him to touch you but you nodded anyway. He knew what was best for you and he was in charge. You were his dumb little kitty, hanging off his every word.

You were brought back down to earth by the feeling of him pulling you off of the table. You stared in confusion for a little but were soon bent across said table. The cool surface pressing against your heated skin sent shivers down your spine. As did the feeling of Osamu’s hard tip pressing against your hole. Tempted to shake your hips, you chose better of it. As much as you loved teasing him, the empty feeling you had made you weak to his wants. 

He pushed in, finally. The stretch wasn’t as much as usually considering the time he had spent opening you up on his fingers. The feeling of his cock stretching and dragging against your walls had you panting against the table, the pressure forcing the air out of your lungs. There wasn’t a chance to catch your breath before your body was shifting up the table with the force of his thrusts.

“Ah- feel s’good” he moans from above you, “fuck kitten”

You couldn’t respond. Still face down on the table, your moans were muffled by the cold plastic. Said plastic felt like ice against your skin. It was quickly heating up from the friction of your body being dragged up and down from the force of your boyfriend's hips. His hands were dragging your hips down to meet his thrusts, leaving you defenceless against his wants. 

The way you liked it. 

Eventually, he grew tired of your muffled moans. He needed to hear you. A hand wrapped around your throat once more, dragging you upwards and away from the table. Immediately, you moaned loudly at the change of angle. The grip on your throat tightened as the male behind you leant down to whisper in your ear. 

“Look at the mess you made” 

On the table were marks from both drool and the evidence from his earlier actions. Your face burned in shame and you tried to turn your head. Osamu had other plans. His hips continued to move while he gripped your jaw, forcing you to look at your mess. 

“So dirty” he groaned, biting at your ear lobe, “what do we say kitten?”

“I’m sorry” you keened, “sorry ‘samu a-ah”

The grunt at your whines left you with a small feeling of victory. It was quickly pushed from your mind as he pushed you against the table once more, hand still on your throat. His grip tightened from a loose grip on the sides and your eyes rolled back. The constriction made your head light and floaty, your choked moans were fuzzy and all you could focus on was the man above you. Your Osamu.

Gripping at the counter, you began to move your hips back in tandem with his thrusts.  The sounds of your skin colliding were echoing around the kitchen. Accompanied by the lewd squelching sounds of your pussy. Usually, they would fill you with embarrassment yet you couldn’t find it in yourself to care about anything else except reaching your high. 

“Osamu- ‘Samu please” you begged

You didn’t really know what you were begging for. Was it more of his touch? For his fingers? To come around his cock? You were too far gone to know. 

He breathed out heavily. Your moans affected him like nothing else. The way you were begging, voice hoarse from the hand wrapped around your throat and a good hour of moaning like a whore for him. This added to the white ring at the base of his dick every time you moved forward was sending him closer to the edge. Every drag of his cock against your walls brought you closer and closer to the edge. It was a wonder you had lasted this long with his pace.

“M’close” you gasped, grabbing at the hand around your neck.

“Go on baby, you did good” he was breathless behind you

His hand moved from your throat, leaning you against the counter. It slipped round your thigh so he could circle and pinch at your clit. Your back arched, clenching harshly around him. Vision going white as you came around his cock, soaking his upper thighs.  Slumping on the table, you tried to catch your breath.

He tried to stay still, he really did. But he was pulsing inside your soaked walls. Osamu’s tip was most likely an angry red and holding out so long. His thrusts started up again which sent you into oversensitivity. Your whines and mewls started up again, aiding him while he chased his high. 

A final thrust had him spilling into you. He leant across you with two arms either side of your head to keep himself up. Gingerly, he pulled out. You both winced as the cool air of the kitchen hit you once again. 

Lifting your torso, he sank down the the floor with you. Neither of you cared about the puddle of hi cum that was left on the counter nor what was now dripping down the inside of your thigh onto the floor. He had his arms wrapped around you, that’s all you needed. 

“You were so good kitten” he muttered, kissing the top of your head

You started to doze, body cooling down. Osamu rested your head on his shoulder to support your sleepy form. It wasn’t comfortable but work combined with being bent over a table had zapped most of your energy. So, despite your state, you felt your eyes droop.

“Get some sleep baby, you deserve it” he whispered, your ‘Samu.

Please ignore any spelling or punctuation errors, I was too nervous to read over it again hehe. I hope you guys enjoyed it, I know I loved writing it!

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[king-maven-calore]

Hii Ann

I read what you wrote about the end of BB and even tho i can't understand it in a personal level i know how important representation is (specially if having it is not the norm or the "common thing") and not being conscious of that, for an author like VA, is disrespecful to the very least.

However I still don't understand quite well the main reason of the problem: what boder you is that Victoria kill the only gay character? That she used their sexuality as a reason to die, not in a homophobic way but in a "people will miss this one more cause of their sexuality" way.

(Perdón mi ignorancia soy más paki q la Bresh en la actualidad)

(Vos tan Bresh 💑, y yo tan Fiesta Plop✨) The more time passes, the more I can articulate why this wounded me so much beyond "I'm a sensitive gay" lmao so I'll try to be precise.

In a way, the problem with Ridha's death has nothing and everything to do with her sexuality. It has nothing to do with the cause or the circumstances of it. You see, if we reduce her POV to its basics it's about a flat character whose sole purpose in the story was as a tool for plot progression. Her chapters were never about developing her beyond "Elder princess gathering forces to save the realm". We as readers are supposed to care about her death on the basis that she's one of the good guys and the emotional repercussions it will have for Dom, who loves her. Other than that, I don't see why anybody would find her non-existent personality compelling enough or empathize with enough to truly be devastated by her demise. So, even from a writer's standpoint, it's a "safe" death, rather than tragic.

Readers are not going to "miss it" bc of her sexuality, but bc she was barely in the story. They are mostly going to be relieved their faves were spared. This is fine of course. I'm not pointing fingers. I don't even care if someone says they are glad it was her who died.

The problem is that she was the one character where an element of queer identity made a significant appearance, in a way that was used to build a relationship with another (Lenna, the raider chief), and thus, excitement. And it was used carelessly. In an ideal world, Ridha dying after displaying this deviation from the norm wouldn't mean much. But this is not an ideal world, and it is problematic within the context of the story because while there are other bi characters (Erida, Sorasa, Sigil) and a gay character (Charlon) none of them display their attraction in ways that matter. Both Erida and Sorasa are in M/F romantic storylines, Sigil is casually mentioned having a threesome with another woman, Charlie is in a ~complicated~ relationship (or past relationship) with some guy, and it's not depicted.

Do you see the pattern I'm drawing? It's all so very diverse, but not really. Because the queer storylines are sidelined even though the plotty plot still leaves room for three M/F romances. And I would have been okay with a half-baked F/F romance too, cause my bar is super low lmao, but it was quickly aborted by death.

And here's when the context created by other media comes into play: the percentage of lgbtq+ characters dying is so high in contrast with other characters that you come to expect it. It's a joke in the community, how a character coming out or a same-sex love interest being introduced into a story must mean they are going to die soon.

How would you feel if 9 out of 10 of all the romcoms you love changed the ending so one half of the pair died? you soon would tire of it. You'd grow sick of seeing it. It's all in the numbers.

Back when I read RQ and Evangeline was revealed to be a lesbian, I was sure she would be dead by the end. It was a given. I was resigned to it like I always am. But then she survives! and not only that but other gay couples were shown and mentioned. When Maven dies it's the tragic natural conclusion of a complex negative arc for a very well-developed bisexual boy. His sexuality matters even when it's not central to the story.

When Ridha dies, the only RB POV whose queerness had any relevance at all in making a weak character somewhat more human, it leaves the number of gay couples at zero (there is the insinuation of an M/NB couple between two tertiary characters, I'll give you that). So, VA just killed 100% of a demographic. And it was my demographic🙃, so that made the death personal even though it wasn't. It made it painful, even though she was a disposable character from the get-go. That, my friend, is the problem. This whole mess fits neatly into a broader problem of straight writers carelessly disposing of queer characters way more quickly than they would of "regular" ones.

As a straight girl, you're not obligated to care about this or feel angry, but please understand where the pain comes from for those of us who get this ending 99% of the time in media.