#yes there will be a plot and there will be emotions

[rowie264]

If someone criticizes something, it doesn't mean that they hate it. It also works the other way around. If you like something, it doesn't mean that it's done well from an objective point of view.

I love Jinx. Her design, her story, her personality, her character arc... I was just fascinated by her. Jinx has become one of my favorite characters in media in general. It was the continuation of her story that I was waiting for the most.

Jinx is still my favorite character in season 2. I love almost every scene with her. How she did Sevika's arm and the subsequent fight with the Smeech, the fight with Vi in Act 1, the prison break, search for Vander in the mines, epic appearance during the battle against Noxus.

I got a lot of positive emotions while watching s2 and especially during Jinx's appearance on the screen. But… an emotional response and objective assessment are two different things. And objectively, Jinx's character in season 2 is OOC and poorly written.

Removing very importand part of her story and personality. Her mental issues almost completely disappear. This is a very important aspect of her character. And no, Isha's presence and a "more favorable environment" would not heal her, the whole 2nd act is completely unrealistic and looks stupid, since all her problems with her mental health were magically solved off-screen;

Irrelevant piece of plot. Her arc of "Zaun symbol" passes by her - she becomes a symbol by accident, ignores the consequences and directly encounters all this revolutionary mood only during Isha's saving from Stillwater (at the same time saving her followers - an indirect action, not a purposeful one). So this arc is kinda about her, but she doesn't seem to participate in it herself, and it ends with literally nothing (like the whole Zaun revolution);

Making her more appealing to wider audience. Her hatred of Piltover and Caitlyn just disappeared. Yes, while she was with Vi in the mines she said "piltie goons who murdered mom and dad," but… that's all? Jinx doesn't kill a single enforcer in the entire 2nd season (although, for example, she could have in Stillwater) and tells Caitlyn "I didn't know your mother was there." Let me remind you that Jinx literally giggled in s1 when she killed a dozen enforcers during gemstone kidnapping, killed enforcers on the bridge without any care, she hated Caitlyn fiercely because she "stole" her sister from her, and she couldn't not know that Cassandra was a councilor. It isn't showed how and why she changed her opinion and this is important thing to her character, you can't explain such change with microexpressions or parallels;

Unrealistic happy family reunion. The reunion of Jinx, Vi, and Vander is a spectacular moment from Disney. Do you remember how Jinx reacted when Vi returned? Yes, she was happy but as soon as she spotted Cait she freaked out and immidiately thought that Vi betrayed her. Imagine what would happen if her supposedly dead - bc of her btw - father had returned and now looks like some animal;

Silco mattered much more to Jinx. A very "subtle" replacement of Silco for Vander in the role of father (Jinx calls him father, sniffs Vander's jacket and not Silco's), although Silco played probably a bigger role in this? And Jinx remembers about him like 2 times? Although it's been about 7-10 years since Vi's "death" in season 1, Jinx was still triggered by just a similar appearance. Apparently, Silco wasn't that important to Jinx (which is not true); I could still keep talking about Jinx, but let's leave it at that.

I love Jinx even in season 2. I like watching scenes with her. But my emotional attachment doesn't stop me from seeing that Jinx's character in s2 is not a continuation of Jinx's character of the end of s1. Her image is broken, the arcs are not completed, the relationships with other characters are poorly written.

[annasofthe11thdimension]

Alright, so this is basically...an art dump for all the pics i drew when i was trying to draft the ending i wanted my Odile looping Au 'Like a Wheel Ever Turning' which...is not even SLIGHTLY how this fic is going to end now, but while figuring that out i still like draw all this and had to do SOMETHING with it.

So figured I'd post it and be like 'hey! fun Odile looping act 5 boss fight vibes not connected to anything else!' since like...that basic IS what they are at this point lol.

The one cool idea i loved that i think is now FIRMLY ditched is the act 5 boss fight starts when Odile uses wish craft to splinter herself into two halves.

The 'old/current' her that is meant to be her coldly logical side, and a younger 'copy' version, which is meant to be the childish irrational side...that is what's stopping her just shutting down the time loop because she can't figure out how to be happy with her friends leaving.

I mean, if you murder the part of you that WANTS the wish to come true, that's basically a 'get out of time loop free card' right? Right! Totally sound logic!

Yes the 'young' version of her firmly believes that she's real, and also also got memories going up to about age 21, and also that she ought to be in Ka Bue not HERE among these french weirdos.

Also yes again, a 'young' Odile is EXACTLY as unhinged about this as you'd expect a 21 year old to be upon finding out that apparently the 'real' her think murdering her is the correct solution to this problem!

The shift of the fight was meant to have the inverse 'colors' shift from one version to the other by the end, wrapping up with the point where the 'original' Odile is forced to have a heart to heart with the personification of her perceived 'worst' qualities.

Pretty sure the vibes for this ending was a lot more focused on the resolution of having deeply complex feeling about EXPRESSING emotion directly to other people. That along with a side helping of how isolating it is to be perceived as a 'real' adult such that you can't be weak enough to ask anyone for help. Because really if you can't even be that then why are you any different then when you were irritating mess of a youth?

Not saying any of that isn't still present in the story, but like...there is a LOT of other stuff going on, and those themes are now linked into many other ones too, and that's not even TOUCHING on how Loop's been...somewhat complicating my redrafting lol.

...Also I might have drawn/plotted this version before i knew about two-hats lol. THAT also is a factor.

Anyway! Still liked all of these enough to want to do SOMETHING with them, and figured this worked, so i could like map out my thoughts on them, even if i never got to write this.

[abbyfmc]

Yandere story idea:

A king of the middle age era is devastated by the death of his wife, the queen. She passed away after giving birth to their daughter. To everyone, including the royal court, this was just an arranged marriage but to the yandere king she was not only a partner in royal duty, but his love and best friend since childhood.

The king was in denial after her death, so much so that he even investigated and executed the royal doctor and midwives, as he believed that they plotted something against his wife and ended up killing her in her most painful and delicate moment. Although the king never despised the baby (N/A: this being the "reason" why the queen lost her life, and on top of that a princess of the middle ages, where women were considered inferior to men), he was so immersed in his pain and depression that he simply left her in the care of the servants; being negligent and absent with her.

The king attended to his royal duties, but after that day he would lock himself away in the mausoleum or in the chambers that had once been his beloved's. For seven long years he was rarely seen smiling clearly, and he was rarely near his daughter. He was never married or even interested in anyone; his daughter, on the other hand, was full of luxuries but very lonely. She only wanted her father to hold her, spend time with her, and tell her a just simple "I love you," but he only pushed her away and isolated himself in his dead wife's chambers.

She clearly missed her father, and that's where you/darling come in. You entered the castle to look for work as a maid and once you managed to get in, you were assigned as one of the maids for the little seven-year-old princess and you clearly saw what the situation was like between her and her father. It was clear that he loved her, but he was too deep in depression and the maids were bitter; this, along with the absence of the queen due to her death, how could it not make the little princess feel lonely and very sad? With this, you got closer to the princess and began to feel sympathy for her. At first the princess didn't trust you, but as you managed to convince her that you were good, the little princess began to trust you. It was heartbreaking to hear her talk about the isolation and neglect between her and her father.

The princess and you began to become closer, to the point that in your free time you would take her out to play in the garden, making the princess not only feel the affection she needed, but this even caught the attention of the king, who, interested in the news, decided to keep an eye on you.

It's been a while since the king heard his daughter laugh so excitedly, so he approaches to see what's going on. At that moment, he notices you for the first time. After seeing his daughter shyly hide behind you, the king realizes the damage that distancing himself from his daughter has done to him, and from now on he dedicates himself not only to getting closer to her, but to keeping an eye on you.

The king begins to spy on you and with that, he slowly comes out of his emotional confinement. He personally assigns you as his daughter's main maid, allowing you to accompany her in everything. He sees how you take care of her with enough affection (or at least sympathy), causing the princess to open up more with him. Slowly, the king falls in love with you and doesn't want you to leave him. This causes him to fall in love to the point of obsession, making him assign you as his personal maid (yes, apart from being the princess's main servant). The king slowly lets go of his deceased wife to become obsessed with you and keep you by his side with the excuse of taking care of his daughter, since she practically adores you.

[acid-ixx]

last night, i just had a terrible nightmare where someone sent in a really long ask that was straight up hating and criticizing every part of my writing. calling out the insecurities/faults, plot inconsistencies, and insulting my writing style—

which i admit: yeah, it's wordy and really long, sometimes i focus too much on one scene or on the emotions solely, and i focus on every single detail; i'm a very emotional and hypersensitive person who likes to overanalyze on the scenes and characters. i acknowledge that it's unconventional and unprofessional at times; but it's what makes me happy and it's up to readers to continue reading or not despite the length. it's my own writing, i write content for free and everything i post are indulgent on my part, hence why i explicitly state i don't really wish for constructive criticism since again, it's all for free and it's all done for fun.

though, in that dream, it came to the point where the ask straight up told me i should just quit writing, that whatever i'm writing for is utter trash (overrated, it says. there are better writers out there and, yeah, i agree. i've the passion and drive but not so much for talent) and not worth the effort to read. so i did what was told and deactivated my account and went on to never write anymore fanfics after just how shaken up i was, then i woke up HAHAHAH.

and it genuinely felt so real, ngl. i couldn't get it off of my mind even until now, so here i am rambling about it. sorry if anyone expected me to post a drabble, or a fanfic; but right now i need more time to ponder upon whether or not i should change my writing style 'cause chapter five pt 2 will be posted soon but it's longer and who knows? maybe my worst nightmare may come true if i post it and it's subpar, not up to expectation.

and if people don't really wish for something long that borders on boring or filler scenes, then maybe, maybe not i will change how i write (but i probably won't lmao). either way, i have to remind myself that i am writing for myself, and posting it to simply archive in this account. i just hope people won't be as cruel as that mystery person in my dreams if i ever do

it's genuinely the audience's choice to read my works or not if the length or style bothers them. and as entitled as i may sound, i wish to remind some that writing a chapter with more than 10k words is my choice, and it's an arduous process too that takes hours of my time. writing fanfics is for me is purely indulgent and are reflections of my real life experiences, if it's lengthy, then yes i chose it to be, but it's not like i'm writing a thesis or an essay, i'm writing a goddamn fanfic with stereotypical tropes (most especially yandere) because it what makes me enjoy my passion as an author.

i apologize again for the long ramble, i really just need this out of my thoughts. this is my own blog too so yeah 😭. if you guys follow me solely for my fanfics, then filter out the "🍨... yael's talking" tag if you wish to avoid these types of talks.

[thewindigo]

maybe okarun x fem reader or momo?

idk like he wants to pleasure reader/momo and sucks her tits and gets all flustered

first time, fluff, sleeping together :,)

‘Blushing Kisses’

sum. losing your virginity to the boy you love is a dream come true, could you ask for anything better?

warnings. 18+ NSFW MDNI. aged up characters. virgin!ken ‘okarun’ takakura x virgin!fem! reader, porn w/ a little plot, tit sucking (fem! rec), reader guides ken, praising, fluff(?), creampie.

wc. 1.7k

notes. so I got this request and it literally had me in a chokehold and boom now I have a whole book.. I hope you like it anon!

NSFW UNDER THE CUT

you gazed up at okarun, your cheeks flushed with a mix of excitement and nerves. this was it – your first time together, and you couldn't imagine sharing it with anyone else. his warm, coffee-colored eyes locked onto yours, mirroring the shyness you felt.

"can I...?" he whispered, his voice barely audible.

you nodded, your heart skipping a beat. his hands trembled slightly as he reached for the hem of your shirt. slowly, he lifted it over your head, revealing your soft skin. his breath hitched at the sight.

"y-you're so... pretty," he stammered, his face reddening.

you felt his fingers trace along the line of your bra, his touch electric. he gazed up at you, cheeks burning crimson.

"c-can I take it off?..." he trailed off, eyes flicking to the clasp between your shoulders.

you chuckled softly, seeing how flustered he'd become. "y-yes, please."

okarun nodded, hands shaking slightly as he unhooked your bra. the delicate click echoed in the quiet room, the cool air kissing your exposed skin. his eyes widened, and his blush deepened even further. he let out the breath he was holding, the raw emotion in his gaze made your heart ache for him.

you smiled, feeling a flutter in your chest. "I want you to... make me feel good," you said, your voice barely above a whisper.

okarun's eyes widened, his pupils dilating with lust. he nodded, his adam's apple bobbing with a nervous swallow.

"w-will you allow me to properly make love to you?" he stammered out, his voice barely there as he reached out tentatively.

unable to resist his adorable fidgeting, you gave him consent with a nod and a small laugh. your own hands came up to cradle his head, inviting him closer.

he shifted position, gaze dropping to your chest before meeting your eyes again, seeking reassurance. as he leaned in, you felt his hot breath against your skin, sending shivers through you.

okarun's lips pressed a feather-light kiss to your cleavage, then began to trail his tongue along the curve of your breast. he tasted you hesitantly at first, building confidence as he went. finally, he enclosed one of your sensitive buds between his lips, gazing up at you with wide, innocent eyes.

your fingers tangled in his thick black curls as his warm, wet tongue swirled around your sensitive peak. a small gasp escaped your lips, emboldening him.

"so beautiful..." he murmured against your flesh, his voice low and husky.

you could feel him growing more confident, his shy demeanor giving way to the passion simmering within.

his hands found their place on your back, holding you steady while his mouth moved lower, trailing open-mouthed kisses over your chest.

"ken..." you called out, your own timid voice mingling with the sound of his hungry kisses.

he paused, looking up at you through those dark lashes, eyes gleaming with desire yet still tinged with uncertainty. he seemed to ask for permission with just his gaze.

unable to resist any longer, you guided his head back down, wordlessly urging him on. his lips sealed around you again with a renewed fervor, lavishing your skin with hot, wet strokes of his tongue.

with each pass, he grew more daring, flicking and sucking with abandon until you arched into his mouth with a shuddering sigh. you could feel the slick heat of his breath enveloping you completely.

okarun gazed up at you through half-lidded eyes, his cheeks flushed, lips glistening. he released you momentarily, just enough to whisper,

"may I... may I use my hands too?" he looked up at you so innocently, as if asking permission to explore you further.

your heart pounded wildly at his question, anticipation coursing through your veins. "yes," you managed to breathe out, your voice barely audible over the rushing blood in your ears.

at your consent, okarun's hands joined in, cradling and shaping you gently as his mouth continued to work its magic. you felt overwhelmed by the sensation of his rough palms against your sensitive flesh, his wet kisses driving you closer to the edge.

he lifted his gaze, seeking yours again, seeking understanding – or maybe just reassurance. In response, you pulled him upward, needing him closer still.

your fingers threaded through okarun's hair as he knelt before you, his own eyes fixed on you with an earnest longing. hesitantly, he began to unfasten his pants, his voice barely audible over the sound of his trembling hands.

"can I... can I take off your shorts too?" he asked, seeking your consent with those big brown eyes that shone with emotion.

you nodded, heart skipping a beat as you granted him permission. his face lit up, a small smile playing on his lips. carefully, he hooked his fingers into the waistband of your shorts, taking your panties with it and slowly peeling them away from your skin.

once they were off, he gazed at you with newfound wonder, his hands tracing the curve of your hips and thighs. the cool air kissed your most intimate places, but okarun's hungry eyes made you feel exposed in the most exhilarating way.

he paused, his fingers teasing along your sensitive folds, causing you to squirm beneath his tender touch. your sweet nectar glistened on his digits, a silent testament to his effect on you.

"you're so beautiful," he murmured, voice hoarse with emotion. with deliberate slowness, he began removing his own final barrier, revealing his desire for you in full.

okarun bit his lip, watching you intently as he held himself steady. "ready..?” he asked timidly, unsure how to proceed without causing discomfort.

seeing your agreement, he began to press forward, stopping whenever you tensed beneath him. your warmth enveloped the tip of him, and he hesitated again.

"Is it too much? should I stop?" he queried with genuine concern, wanting desperately to make you feel good.

as he finally sheathed himself completely within you, okarun let out a small, shuddering gasp. his face burned crimson, overwhelmed by the sensation of being so intimately connected.

"I-I didn't know it would feel like this," he stammered, his eyes darting away from yours in bashful wonder. he took a steadying breath, trying to compose himself, but his hips already instinctively rocked against you.

you reached up, cupping his face gently, drawing his gaze back to yours. "you're doing so good ken," you whispered, wanting to put him at ease.

he swallowed hard, nodding slightly, then began to move—slow, deliberate thrusts that sent tingles through both your bodies. his hands gripped the sheets, seeking something to ground himself amidst the newfound ecstasy.

okarun's movements were clumsy and unpracticed, his enthusiasm overpowering his ability to maintain control. he drove into you with an earnestness that bordered on reckless, the bed frame creaking in time with his uneven rhythm. you wrapped legs around him, urging him closer, and he buried his face in the crook of your neck.

"sorry, sorry..." he stuttered between erratic thrusts, clearly a novice at this dance. but despite his lack of finesse, the intensity of his desire was undeniable.

he lifted himself onto his elbows, gaze fixed intently on the point where your bodies joined. entranced by the sight, he continued his fervent but uncoordinated pushes, occasionally slipping out or hitting awkward angles. he persisted, driven by a primal need to connect with you completely. His ragged breaths and muttered apologies only added to the charm of his hapless ardor.

"I-I’m so sorry, I can't seem to..." his voice trailed off as he struggled to find the right motion, frustrated by his own inexperience. you felt a pang of sympathy for him — his honest efforts were endearing.

"shh," you soothed, trailing a hand down his back, "It's okay, just relax." gently, you began guiding his hips, helping him find a more pleasurable rhythm.

with your patient direction, okarun gradually found the right rhythm. he slowed his pace, allowing you to dictate the depth and pace of each thrust. a look of rapt concentration creased his brow as he committed every detail of this newfound intimacy to memory.

your soft murmurs of guidance were his anchor, helping him steer clear of clumsiness and chart a course for mutual delight. each adjustment brought a whispered "thank you" from his lips, gratitude for your teaching and care.

okarun redoubled his efforts, driven by the desire to bring you both the release he craved. his hips snapped against you, angling himself just right to strike that sweet spot within you over and over. one hand clumsily found its place between your thighs, seeking to heighten your sensation even further.

his breath came in ragged gasps, face flushed with exertion and passion. "I-I’m so close" he gasped out, focused solely on granting you both that sweet completion.

you felt it building, the exquisite pressure coiling tighter with each of his deliberate strokes. your fingers dug into his back, wordlessly urging him on. and okarun sensed it too—the tremors beneath him, the catch in your voice as you called his name.

with a final, powerful snap of his hips, he drove you both towards that precipice together. your heart thundered in anticipation, the world narrowing down to just the two of you.

as if in perfect synchrony, the dam burst, sending ripples of euphoria coursing through your bodies in a searing rush. your body arched beneath his, overwhelmed by the force of sensation. okarun buried himself to the hilt, body taut as a bowstring, before finally spilling himself with a guttural groan.

the room rang with the symphony of your cries, mingling with the sound of his passion spent. for a fleeting moment, the two of you floated together in the afterglow.

okarun collapsed atop you, his weight comforting as he pressed soft, lingering kisses against your collarbone. you wrapped your arms around him, fingers trailing lightly over his back, savoring the closeness after such intense connection.

gradually, his kisses became slower, more tender, mirroring the gentle come down. he lifted his head to gaze into your eyes, a look of wonderment crossing his features as if he couldn't believe what had just transpired.

"c-could I stay inside you just a little longer?" okarun rasped, face turning crimson as he nuzzled into your neck. his hips gave an involuntary roll, seeking to prolong the intimate contact.

he settled more comfortably between your legs, his weight a reassuring pressure. you nodded, wrapping yourself around him once more, unwilling to relinquish the closeness. with a contented sigh, he relaxed into you, heads tucked together as one. no more words were needed; this silent understanding was all that mattered as you held each other close.

[comet-soda-lite]

While I did really love season 2 of Arcane (especially episode 7 and the subsequent follow-through of its plot threads, no notes there), I do feel like it dropped the ball compared to season 1 overall.

Season 1's narrative was complex, nuanced, and above all, highly political. The exploration of police brutality, the state's monopoly on "justified" violence, the difference (or lack thereof) between direct violence and violence by way of systemic neglect/oppression, and the role of discrimination/vilification (both intentional & subconscious) in maintaining control over a socioeconomic underclass, were all core to Arcane's identity.

For instance, what's the difference between the council's neglectful, stagnant, and often actively oppressive approach to governing the Under City—which allowed thousands to suffer and starve and be exploited in every way imaginable—versus Jinx (the "monster")'s direct acts of violence against relatively only a handful of people? This question is posed to the audience a lot in season 1, this idea that maybe the councillors (including Mel, Heimerdinger, and Jayce) should be under the same amount or even more scrutiny than a character like Jinx. But in season 2, the show suddenly seems completely uninterested in scrutinizing them in that way or to that extent.

Season 2 actually pulled back on all the aforementioned core themes, both in scope and depth. The political stuff was nearly absent in comparison. And when it was present, the complexity and teeth with which it was willing to tackle its subject matter (especially in terms of the enforcers) was toned way down.

Of course, the relevant political commentary was always destined to fall by the wayside the moment the show pivoted to Viktor as the main antagonizing force. His cult arc refocused the show around a more philosophical theme, that being "human emotion and imperfection may be the cause of all conflict and pain, but they're also the reason life is worth living." Which is a theme a really like, don't get me wrong, but it's a pretty broad idea and a pretty common theme across a shitton of media, and Arcane really does not explore it in any especially unique or meaningful way. Viktor only seems to even believe in his cause—not because of a long built-up character arc that makes the audience question whether he might actually have a point—but because he's being influenced by the Hexcore.

Episode 7 is fantastic though, like I said. One invention, one moment, one turn of fate, can change history forever (i.e. Vi's death got Jayce properly exiled and his research actually destroyed, preventing Hextech and allowing real social change to happen in its place, calling into question both Jayce & Viktor's and the irl endless chase for "progress"). Yes the choices we make are in-part responsible for defining us, but we could be anyone, driven to do anything, if life played out a different way. Look to that better world that hypothetically could've been if only the past went a little differently, and instead of being paralyzed by the injustice of it, move forward fighting for the future that could be. I can't put into words my emotions around that episode, but it really felt meaningful and even radical, compared to a lot of the rest of the season.

[piltover-sharpshooter]

Arcane and Character's Breaking Point.

One of the complaints I've seen floating around regarding season 2 of Arcane is that a lot of the characters act in a way they shouldn't. That acording to their characteristics they wouldn't react or do certain actions and they are instead dictated by the plot, and while I don't want to completly disregard that opinion, I think people are forgetting that the show wants you to see the characters as more than just archetypes and instead as real people.

And people have their breaking points, people never act the way they should in stressful situations, even if with the benefit of hindsight or a 3rd person perspective we can opine how they should have handled it, it's only because we are divorced from the moment, away from the emotions and conflicts.

Let's talk Vi. Vi is a great example of this because I'd say she has 3 breaking points.

If you were to describe Vi or look her up in a wiki one of the things you'd find out is that 'Vi is a protector, Vi cares for her family'. And that is factually true, above all else she fights for and to protect her loved ones, and the show highlights this repeatedly, to the point that it's very often detrimental to her. But she's more than just the words 'Protector' tattooed onto her forehead, she is a real human (in the story terms) and so, when pushed to her limit, she snaps, and interestingly in the three different ways.

The most famous one is when she lashes out in anger at Powder, where 75% of her family had been accidentaly killed by the other 25%, and in that moment of just sheer anger pain she commits the worst mistake of her life, and inflicts that pain onto a loved one. Would Vi normally do this? No, absolutely not. But the situation is not normal. And the show points this out, as she regrets it almost inmediately and for the entire rest of the series, and likely much much later. Vi understands, as we understand, that she fucked up, that she failed to protect her family then.

Then there's the second one, where after the attack on the council Vi puts on the enforcer uniform and goes to hunt Jinx. 'She'd never do that', yes she would, because Jinx pushed her away (like she did to her years ago), and in a moment of desperation Vi tries to find a new family in Caitlyn and justifies 'Jinx' as having killed Powder, and the only thing Vi cares about is protecting her family, even if it means doing something she hates, like putting an enforcer uniform and hunt her sister. Vi decides to hold back Caitlyn's worst decisions, and stop Jinx from ruining her sister's memory, she'll protect them from themselves, at the expense of her own desires.

And the final breaking point is when Caitlyn pushes her away, and left with nothing and noone to protect, Vi enters a self-destructing cycle, despite the fact that technically she still has her family out there somewhere to protect. But she can't, she's been pushed to her limit and the protector can no longer find in herself the power to protect. So...she just fights, and drinks, and waits for either to kill her.

These are not out of character, this are completly in character, accepting that she's been strained to her limit in these cases.

And this happens a lot in Arcane:

Why does Caitlyn, who is kind and respects justice, enforce martial law?

Why does Jayce, who tends to let himself be influenced easily, become so focused in his own goal?

Why does Mel, who is so in control most of the time, act so confused and scared?

Why did Vander, who loves his family and friends, tried to drown Silco?

Why does Viktor, who intially put such high importance on human choice, eventually disregarded it?

Why does Ambessa , who puts such value in sacrifice, refuse to sacrifice her daughter?

There's even a point to be made that some characters are in a constant state of being pushed to their limits, compare how Jinx acts normally to her childhood as Powder, the alternative Powder, or hell even Jinx with Isha and away from Silco. Compare Silco from the flashback or alternative universe to the Silco we knew.

What I'm trying to say is that it's better to look at these characters as beyond just the small phrases to describe them normally, and instead try to see them as living breathing people, and ask yourself, would you in a situation where you've been pushed to your limits act as you normally do? Would you, for lack of a better term, 'Remain in character'?

(Thank you so much to @restrainedhungr who proof read and gave feedback to this, helping to iron out some of the points)

[ohnococo]

This Must Be the Place | Ijichi x Reader

❥ WC: 1.3k

❥ Warnings: fem bodied reader (no pronouns used), established relationship, pegging, light praise, vaginal sex, creampie, kissing, porn without plot, fluffy smut, not proofread

Ijichi’s eyes are stuck on where the nylon straps dig into the softness of your hips, not tight enough to cause discomfort, but enough to keep everything held firmly in place for play. He reaches down, letting his legs fall around yours as he runs his hands over the soft divots created by the carefully tightened harness. When he speaks, in his soft, low voice, it’s as if he’s overcome with emotion. That you would do something so special for him, though you’ve done it many times before. That you would be his, despite having always felt like you would be.

“You’re so… you’re just… lovely.���

“So are you, Kiyotaka.”

His eyes snap up to yours, and his face flushes further, never red enough for how strongly your words wash over him. His smile is happy but sheepish, betraying how much he appreciated it and how much he wanted more all at once. There was a time where he would have been too shy to ask for what he wanted, regarding this at least, but that time—and that uncertainty—was tucked away in an old box in the back of his mind. That was no longer of use to him with how much you’d opened each other up, laid everything bare, and rebuilt it as something better. Something stronger.

And so he wants, and so he asks, voice breathy and bubbling over with appreciation and want in equally large measures. “Can you make me come? Like this?”

The answer is obvious at this point, with his cock leaking precome in a hot, glistening trail where it curves gently along his trembling stomach. His eyes are the only part of his body holding steady, locked on you, taking you in like he’d suffocate if he couldn’t look up at you over him. Still, you answer, swelling with adoration at the way his cock jumps at the sound of your voice.

“Of course.”

For a moment, everything else is communicating through looks and touch alone. Lubed tip gliding over his entrance, your eyes taking in the way his thighs twitch at just a hint of what’s to come. Then a look upwards, locking eyes where his never left yours, brows softly raised, one last question of a gaze that was far from necessary, but done nonetheless just to take in the enthusiastic nod of your beautiful Kiyotaka.

A push, a sigh, muscle giving way as he all but sucks you in. He reaches for your hips, kneading and loving and begging with clammy hands that you keep going… don’t stop… til he’s whole. By the time your hips have met his he’s exhaled all the oxygen in his lungs, but pushes still to wring every last bit out til his chest is trembling—all leading to the sharp breath inward that is let loose with your name upon it, desperate and elated and yours all yours.

It’s your sign to set the pace of your choosing, and luckily for him in this vulnerable state, it’s one that doesn’t force him to find some way to beg when his mouth was much more preoccupied with whines and moans. You fill him slow, and deep, and steady, and that all he needs to have his untouched cock jumping every time he’s filled to the brim. When he trades whines for gasps, you press harder when your hips connect, soft slap of flesh on flesh jolting him enough to send his eyes rolling back.

Your sweet Kiyotaka, with tiny tears prickling at his beautiful lashes, looking up at you and gasping like he can’t find the breath, nevermind the words, to continue. You know what he’s feeling, because he feels it often these days, sometimes you do too, but you still have to check in.

“Are you okay, Kiyo?”

He nods, closing his eyes and letting out a shaky breath, so long and low and accompanied by a lilting hum that serves as a death rattle for his senses. But he finishes it with a sharp breath inward, the speed of his nod picking up as he opens his eyes and refocuses on you, speaking with authority and desperation at once.

“Yes.” He lifts his knees higher, revealing flexibility only you know he’s capable of, and spreading his cheeks wider. His stomach tenses, flexes, as he curls in on himself, trying to will you deeper inside of him, and it makes you chuckle at just how eager he is.

“Yes, please, yes, yes, yes.”

His sweet familiar please, while not needed, is much appreciated, and you grant him the wish he doesn’t have the sense to ask for as you trace your fingers up and down his cock.

“Oh.” It’s a shock to his already failing systems, and he moves his hands to the sheets, clenching at them as you run a finger lightly along his sticky and glistening tip. “Oh-”

That’s all he can offer before he’s arching his back, groaning as he spills across his own stomach and clenches so tightly that you can barely keep thrusting through his orgasm. It’s for the best though, as you slow your movements, not interested in pushing him too far into discomfort this time.

“That was beautiful, Kiyo.”

“Y-you’re… th-“ he lets out a huff, chuckling gently as he gives up momentarily on being coherent. You squeeze his thigh gently, eliciting a nod from him as you pull out slowly and he shivers through your exit.

Your strap is quickly set aside, your only focus on kissing, holding, and loving the gentle man beneath you as you lie atop him.

“Do you need anything?”

Though he’s so steeped in his afterglow that he doesn’t quite respond, you know he’s awake and happy just to enjoy every moment of you touching him as his blush deepens when you start pressing kisses along his bare chest.

As usual, his cock responds before the rest of him does, always able to be pulled from the depths at the promise of more attention. This time you know he won’t be quite as quick to finish as he is to start, not with his self-chosen duty to show you the love you’d just shown him. He should give himself more time, to collect himself, to recover, to at least open his eyes fully from the waves of satisfaction carrying him along, but your sweet Kiyotaka has never been one to allow himself too much rest.

Eyes still closed, breath still uneven, he pulls you into place next to him on the bed, facing each other, noses brushing against one another. His hands are gentle but firm as they pull your leg up and over him, rocking his hips so the still-sensitive head of his cock taps at your entrance. As his inviting wetness meets yours, you reach between your bodies to angle him properly, letting him press into you with a lilting moan as his eyes open just enough to show you the full breadth of his joy and being slotted so deeply inside of you.

“How do you do everything so well?”

Your chuckle is carried on a moan as he rocks his hips into yours, “I don’t.”

“Well, when it comes to me you do…”

With that you just have to pull him into a kiss, as slow and soft as his thrusts, deeper and deeper until your tongues can only touch gently, moans falling into each other’s mouths as you find your bliss within each other’s arms. It’s as easy as everything is between you now: soft, natural, any choice to make things better for each other the obvious one, until your hips slap at an unsteady pace and you clench around him. He sighs and cries out, hot cum spilling into you as he pushes to be joined with you deeper and deeper until you both want for nothing but rest within each other’s arms.

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[stayteezdreams]

Christmas Comfort

Plot: You expected to be spending this Christmas alone, left with your own thoughts and loneliness. But your boyfriend and best friends have a surprise for you.

Pairing: Han Jisung x Gn!Reader (est. relationship) + Reader & Stray Kids

A/n's: I'm gonna be real with you, this fic is entirely self serving and a comfort fic for myself. I lost both of my parents this year and they were the only close family I had left. So I will be alone for Christmas for the first time. So I wanted to write something to give myself a little comfort, and help anyone else who might be in a similar situation. I did not give any particulars for why the reader is alone, so hopefully more people can relate if they are alone this Christmas too.

Warnings: Mentions of loneliness, general sadness. Angsty but comforting.

Words: 2k

It felt odd, being alone for Christmas. Before, you would be celebrating with family or friends, enjoying the usual traditions, foods, and movies. You'd have fun decorating the house and the tree. But it was all different this year.

The traditions became memories. The foods unmade; the movies unwatched. Aside from a few decorations you set around your apartment, nothing in your home told you it was Christmas at all. No lights. No tree. No presents. Nothing.

You never really expected that it would end just like that.

If you had known last Christmas would have been the last one you had the way you were used to, you would have cherished it more.

It wasn’t that you hated Christmas now, or didn’t want to celebrate, you just didn’t see the point. Not when you were alone.

You enjoyed talking to your boyfriend Han about all the things he was doing with his family, the group chat between you and the boys was lively. You didn’t tell them how you were feeling, or that you were completely alone. They knew things were different this year, but you had hidden a lot of it from them.

You didn’t want to take away their joy of celebrating with their families after working so hard. They had all been gone for about a week now, and you admittedly did miss them. Their presence made it a lot easier for you to escape the threatening emotions lingering beneath. Now that they were gone, it was getting harder.  

It was three days before Christmas, and you could feel it slowly getting harder to feel nothing.

When the boys asked you what you were doing, you never really lied, but you didn’t tell them the whole truth. Yes, you did bake Christmas cookies, but they were for your neighbors you barely even knew. You did decorate, by putting a wreath on your door, and setting out a couple cute pillows.

You weren’t necessarily sad or disappointed in not having a real Christmas this year. But you had to admit, it felt…empty. Nothing would feel the same again and you knew that. But next year, it will be different. It won’t be as difficult to find the familiar Christmas joy. But this year, you would have to grow comfortable with your own company for now. And just hope that the lingering feeling deep in your gut won’t become too unbearable.

You could do this. You can do it. It will be okay. You may be lonely now, but you aren’t alone.

Looking at the group chat as an array of messages came through, you smiled and scoffed at the jokes and playful insults. Something clenched in your chest, and you took a deep breath.

You had such a good handle on your emotions. You were doing okay. You’re okay.

“I’m okay.” You mumbled to yourself, trying to settle your quivering heart.

Setting aside your phone, you went back to reading your book, forgetting about the group chat, and missing the slow awareness by the others that you were slowly talking less and less over the last few days.

You were also unaware of the conversations going on in the group chat you weren’t a part of. The discussions of a plan nearly finished.

Did you think they wouldn’t notice? How you would slowly drop from the conversations that centered around Christmas. That you would be excited for everyone but give vague replies when it came to yourself. Did you think they didn’t know you were alone? That you were hurting in ways you were too afraid to worry them with?

You were family. Even if you convinced yourself, you weren’t as important as that to them.

Han tried to bring you back to visit his family with him, but you had to work. But he also knew it was because it would be difficult for you to adjust right now, to being in the middle of someone else’s Christmas, someone else’s traditions, you wanted familiarity. But you no longer had that.

It was Han’s plan originally, to go home as early as he could, celebrate with his family, and return to you. When the others heard this, they wanted to join too. They all knew how hard this year was for you. And how hard you were trying to hide it. They wanted you to know you weren’t alone, they didn’t want you to wallow in your own pain.

“Hello?” You asked with a smile as you answered Han’s call.

“Babbyyyy.” He said loudly, making you chuckle.

“Yes?”

“What are you doing?”

“I just went on a walk remember. Oh, then I stopped at a little café, but I’, heading back home now. How about you? Did you go to the market with your mom?”

“Nope!”

“Oh, then what?”

“I was preparing a secret Christmas surprise.”

“Uh oh.”

“Uh-oh? What do you mean uh-oh?!” His sassy tone made you laugh. “I’ll have you know it’s the best surprise I’ve ever pulled off!”

“Oh really? What is this surprise then?”

“I’m not telling you now!”

You laughed, “Oh come on! I wanna know!”

“You really wanna know?”

“Yes.”

“Let me ask you something first.”

“Okay?”

“Are you okay?”

Your heart jumped a bit, and you let out a soft laugh, though it was forced. “What?”

“You haven’t been responding to the group chat, and your texts with me are always vague. I wanted to know if you were lying about being okay.”

Your heart was pounding a bit now, “Why are you suddenly asking that?”

“Because I want you to know I noticed. That I didn’t miss it. That none of us did.”

You stopped in your tracks for a moment, how could you expect Han to not notice you weren’t okay? He noticed everything about you, even when he wasn’t there. It was one of the reasons you loved him so much. He saw you, in ways no one else did.

The boys too. They were always there when you needed them, even when you didn’t ask. They always noticed when you went quiet for a little too long. They noticed when you seemed withdrawn or evasive. And then they wouldn’t leave you alone until you told them everything.  

Halfway through your walk today, you spent a little too long thinking about the things you no longer had. You cried. For the first time in a while. You had always stopped the tears before they fell, but today you couldn’t.

It was Christmas and you were so sad.

But Han made you smile, and you loved him for that. And now he was telling you he knew, somehow, that you weren’t okay anymore. That you failed at keeping it together.

“You knew this Christmas was going to be a hard one for me.” You said softly.

He asked if you wanted him to stay, to not go home, but you refused. You would not take that from him, no matter what was going on with you. So, he left, reluctantly, but he left.

“Of course I knew.”

You felt tears brimming in your eyes again as you reached your door. “I was just hoping I was wrong.” You finished softly.

“Hey baby?” Han’s voice was suddenly quiet.

“Hmm?” You unlocked your door, waiting for his response.

“Merry Christmas.”

As the door swung open, you came face to face with not only Han, phone still to his ear, but all of the boys, sitting around your living room. Their faces held smiles, as they anxiously waited for your reaction to them being here.

Your house was covered in Christmas lights and decorations. And in the previously empty corner, was a large Christmas tree. On the wall, a line of stockings filled with what you assumed was candy.

Littering the tables and floor were various loose decorations, tinsel and boxes. You assumed while you had gone out, Han, having his own key, snuck all of them in and they decorated your house as much as they could before you returned.

“Wh- how-“you hesitated as you looked around at them in surprise.

“Surprise!” They all cheered out, Changbin tossing tinsel in the air as Lee Know twirled around some ribbon.

Your eyes locked with Han’s as he slowly put down the phone with a grin. Unable to stop the sudden emotions that came over you, tears became obvious as you stared at them all, still in shock, but overcome with emotions you had been repressing.

Their faces changed from bright smiles to looks of concern mixed with relief. This is what they wanted, but they hated it at the same time. You needed to let everything out that you had been holding in. And now it was happening.

Han rushed forward and pulled you into a hug, the others stood around, allowing him the moment as you cried into his shoulder.

He gently swayed you as he hushed you and gently rubbed his hands down your back. “I know baby. But I’m here now, okay?”

Slowly, the others surrounded you, hugging you and patting your head, giving you comforting words and reassurance.

After a few moments you stepped away from Han and looked around at them before letting out a strangled laugh, knowing you must look terrible now. “Why did you all come here?”

“Because you’re our family Y/n.” Chris said as if it was obvious. “And we never leave our family alone.”

“We’re sorry we didn’t tell you we were going to come back.” Felix added in, “Originally it was just Han’s idea, then we all decided we wanted to surprise you too.”

“We hated that you were suffering alone without telling us.” Hyunjin broke in, a frown on his face.

You looked at Han, “You were always planning on coming back early?”

He nodded, “You told me I had to go see my family, I did.”

“But it’s Christmas.”

“Exactly!” Lee Know said with a somewhat harsh, but at the same time caring, tone, “And you were alone. That’s unacceptable.”

“We got to spend time with our families.” Chris started, “And now we are doing it again, here, with you.”

You sniffled again as another wave of emotions threatened to spill out. You wanted to protest some more, but you knew there was no point. They were here now, and even if part of you wished they hadn’t left their families for you, you were relieved, and so grateful that they cared enough for you to come back.

“Thank you.” You mumbled out as you repressed the urge to cry again.

Seungmin ruffled your hair, “Don’t cry anymore Y/n, you’re ugly when you cry!”

Turning, you smacked him, making him laugh, which in return made you smile. Changbin grabbed at him while jokingly cursing at him for what he said.

Han grabbed you and pulled you back into his chest as he playfully pointed threateningly at Seungmin before he wrapped his arms protectively around you.

After everyone settled down, and you had finished crying, for the most part. You sat down on the couches as the boys decided to surprise you with presents.

“What are all these?”

“We got you presents, duh!” Seungmin said as he waved one in front of your face.

“Oh, wait!” You said as you rose before sprinting off to another room. When you came back, you had a large box in your hand full of wrapped presents. “I planned to give these to you when you came back.”

There was a chorus of ‘awes’ and gasps as you set down the box of their presents.

“Gift exchange!” Han said happily as he pulled you into his lap.

As everyone playfully argued about who should open something first, you looked around at them with a grateful smile.

Yes, the heartache of change still sat heavy in your chest. But one thing that would never change was this. Your found family. The ones who knew you inside and out.

Han, who loved every part of you and accepted you. Who always made you smile and feel wanted.

And your friends, your brothers, who took care of you in ways you never had before.

Yes, things were different now, and the pain of that would still linger for a long time. But you had them. You weren’t alone. Not anymore, and never again.

xx End xx

And that's it for the 12 Days of Christmas 2024!

I know if sort of ended on an angsty note, but I hope you all enjoyed the fics!

((Taglist Form))

12 Days of Christmas Taglist: @multi-fandommaniac, @mbruben-stein

General Taglist:  @charmsprout, @brattybunfornct, @bahng-chrizz, @otakutrash669,

@tinyelfperson, @pinievsev, @teenyfinds, @everythingboutkpop,

@shymexican, @stillwjk-channie-lixie, @alexxavicry

Stray Kids Taglist: @laylasbunbunny, @skz1-4-3, @prettymiye0n, @thunderous-wolf, @thedistractedwriter,

@briqnne, @dinossaurz, @carattinymoa, @stay3096,

@vnessalau, @3rachasninja, @life-is-a-game-of-thrones

Han: @dear-dreamie

[egophiliac]

(almost) four years in, and I finally had time to draw something for the anniversary! woo! 🎉🎉🎉

[obliviouskara]

Honestly supercorp authors are one of the most talented writers i have come across with bc seriously the fics i’ve read recently

[rox-of-iu]

ayo guys guess what time it is again :)) 💜💜

spoiler warning for cultivate ch 41-46

hehe finally scrambled brain enough to be able to catch up and cultivate makes me go 🥰🥰😌🤗😊😊

cultivate of course by @neonghostcat beloved

[theres-whump-in-that-nebula]

Hypervigilant Characters

A character goes to the dentist or other place which requires they lie down on their back; they keep their arms firmly crossed over their belly/chest at all times because they don’t like leaving that area exposed and believe it to be a weakness to not protect it.

Always having to sit facing the door in an unfamiliar place, in case someone dangerous comes through it.

Hearing people (especially children) screaming or yelling outside scares the shit out of them every time; because they think someone’s been injured or is being abused by someone else. They have to peek outside to make sure everything’s okay; it always is.

Having to check every closet, nook, crevice, behind every door whenever they get home in case someone is in their house who shouldn’t be.

Noticing instantly when the tiniest of the tiniest things are out of place on anyone and anything.

If they can’t find something, their mind always goes “someone stole it” even when it’s highly improbable, or even impossible to be true.

Having unnaturally fast reflexes that can catch practically anything no matter how sudden.

Becoming skittish and flighty in situations in which they do not have complete control over their environment.

Purposefully carrying oneself with an intimidating affect and behaving more confidently and dangerously as their level of fear increases.

Preferring booths to tables in restaurants because booths are more enclosed and therefore safer, or so they believe.

Staring down and acting menacingly towards any potential hiding spaces when they walk past them in the dark.

Scanning hotel rooms and public bathrooms for cameras and audio bugs; and/or always assuming they are being spied upon.

Refusing to cough within earshot of other people because they either believe people will judge them for being unsanitary, or that it’s a sign of weakness.

Stone cold facial expressions and purposefully being ambiguous to everyone.

Refusing to show any skin at all during the summer months because heavy clothes are their armor.

Keeping an eye on everyone in general, wherever they go.

[thoughtfulchaos773]

A Romantic Comedy (based on the trailer)

When I saw Carmy walking in the trailer, it reminded me of this scene with Richie in 1x06 post date.

This looks like a date gone wrong or a date that never happened for Carmy. Funny enough, the voiceover for this clip is Syd asking Why are you doing this and Carmy telling her they're going to get a star. (I also think this whole thing about the partnership agreement happens the first episode of the season.)

There are so many clips in that trailer that scream romantic comedy, even the sequence of the trailer.

Claire talk ahead

Then after he says with claire it was a waste of time we go to this partnership agreement:

And a talk with Pete that either has to do with a living arrangement or a partnership with Carmy.

BTW- A "good thing" is always used in The Bear. Steven said it to Carmy when he freaked out about Richie andMikeyy trying to hook him up.

There's still time surrounding Claire while calm represents Sydney. Also, Claire is getting these weird close-up shots that I only see with his family.

Time again with claire- waste of time- going slow- go faster motherfucker etc.

Another hint at a Romantic comedy-

The romantic co-lead meets with a different partner while the romantic interest waits for her lead - they don't seem to be together...

Plot: The guy commits to work full time after breaking up with romantic interest. But by committing to work instead of finding misery he finds joy in everything, including his business partner.

The Bear

[glassiskies]

no bc im thinking about it and I don't see any season 3 where aziraphale and crowley are separated for more than an episode at most.

I was listening to David Tennant's podcast episode with Neil Gaiman (released Oct 2020) and Neil started talking about something secret he is working on that is, in hindsight, so obviously about good omens.

The exact quote:

"There's a project that I can't talk about right now that I'm writing with somebody I can't identify right now- this is a terrible way of going into a thing- where we'd been working on it for months and months, and we've been building everything up, but we didn't know how it ended. And, finally, we were in the same physical space, actually having a conversation that wasn't on the phone, and all of the sudden we had the ending. And having the ending, knowing beat by beat just what the emotional ending of the thing was, opened up the entire thing like a door. Because we had the plot, and we'd had the plot for a while, and we just weren't sure why we should care. Everything turned, and I immediately knew what the opening scene had to be. And what's lovely is nothing sort of really changes in the plot, but it now allows us to go, okay, that's important, that thing that we didn't know was gonna be important, that's important. It gives us a feeling of, or at least it gives me a feeling of bubbly excitement. Which means that anybody I can take on this journey is going to get to that place and be just as excited as I was."

(And then he immediately cites an example where he was writing Good Omens LOL. The signs were all there!)

ANYWAY, I think it's so interesting that the emotional beat of Aziraphale and Crowley being separated was not figured out until well into the writing process. It leads me to think that Aziraphale was never promoted in the unwritten sequel, right? So if they're following the plot of this unwritten sequel closely, I don't see how Aziraphale and Crowley could be separated for longer than an episode. We only have six episodes, and Season 3 has more plot beats to hit than Season 2 did.

It also makes me think about how Aziraphale leaving for Heaven really is just meant to be more of an emotional moment to plant the seeds for development in him and Crowley's relationship. I mean, obviously it is, but I don't know much significance it'll actually have in the plot of Season 3? If that makes sense? This is just me throwing out thoughts here, feel free to add anything!!

[dustykneed]

pietà (*major spoilers for st:id! death cw!*) full image below additional spacer.

i like to think that aos bones has an interesting relationship with parenthood...

especially pertaining to his relationship with jim. not that he sees jim as his son, necessarily (i don't think they're deliberately portrayed that way in canon, nor do i headcanon them like that, but honestly fandom is fun because we all have fun in our sandbox, so if anyone happens to see them that way, neat!)

but when you're a parent, and at the same time a parent friend, it's easy to take the path of least resistance when it comes to defining the undefinable relationship you have with this guy you can't seem to live without.

is he your captain? your best friend? your patient? a command prodigy and a tactical genius? a sight for sore eyes? your personal nuisance? the one and only person you can't seem to get rid of, who drags you places you hate and points out everything beautiful to you and beams like he won the lottery when you can't help but grin just a little, who brings the light back into places you forgot could be lit up like the dawn, who saw you at your worst while actively at his own worst, and plopped his fool ass down and decided you were worth fighting for?

and that's a lot of things. especially many when you're fighting tooth and nail to keep his scrap-happy ass intact and also keep an eye on a whole starshipful of people. it's a lot easier to stick to what you know-- whatever is the least risky, the safest option, one that could never possibly backfire and bite you in the ass. sometimes you forget he could see you as anything other than a parent (give or take the friend.) but parenthood goes hand in hand with grief. parenthood has its own set of burdens. but it's easy to put yourself in that box and pretend to forget about all the other boxes, collecting dust in the closet, and sometimes he prods at the closet door with something pleading in his eyes. you pretend not to see that, either.

...you don't take it well, when he dies.