#you're not supposed to treat them the way I was treated

[robertsfloyd]

bunny

lando leaves his little pet home alone, has to deal with the consequences when he gets home

lando norris x bunny girl!reader

warnings: smut, pillow riding, thigh riding, power imbalance, angst, bunny girl is kinda gross (not taking care of herself), brat bunny, makeshift toys (hairbrush, don't do this), bratty reader, hints of dumbification, fingering, penetration, multiple orgasms

yes ik this is weird! but i love hybrid fic! they're so fun!

a week.

you had been left on your own for a fucking week.

this wasn't how it was supposed to be. a few days at most, but never a week. never a fucking week.

you sobbed into his pillow, soft ears drooping in front of your face. it wasn't fair. it wasn't fucking fair! you weren't supposed to be on your own for this long, you weren't supposed to take care of yourself for this long.

why even get a sweet little pet like you if you're not gonna take care of it?

you sniffled as you sat up and looked at the bed. his bed, the bed he let you sleep in when you felt lonely and needy (which was every night). the bed you'd been secretly sleeping in since he went away for the race weekend.

(secretly. he knew. he knew you spent every night in his bed, surrounding yourself in the comforting smell of him whenever he wasn't there. as much as he pretended to scold you, your pouty lips and wide eyes stopped him).

but the scent from his bed had been fading. his pillow no longer smelt like him, where you had gripped it between your thighs as you brought yourself to orgasm, pretending it was his leg. your whines and cries filled his monaco apartment, but they weren't accompanied by his answers, his praises.

you hated it.

you hated being alone.

a week. after a week he walked through the door of the apartment. you wiped your nose with the back of your hand, used your fluffy ears to wipe away your tears. you were a mess, wearing the same shirt of his you were wearing when he left you.

as soon as the door clicked, the lock sliding out of place as he let himself in, you were up. if you were normal, if you were like the 'girlfriends' he brought back, you wouldn't have heard it.

(girlfriends. that was what he called them. some you only saw once, sitting in your own room with a pout on your face as you listened, wishing he was you. some came over more than once, becoming so bold as to pet your ears as you ate your dinner. you hated it.

no matter what, you were always his number one girl).

"bunny?"

you ran into his arms. lando dropped his bags to wrap his arms around you, to hold you against his chest. to give you everything you had been craving since he left.

"i miss you!" you cried, hiccupping through your sobs.

his hand moved up and down your back as he held you light. "my girl," he whispered and tucked your head against his chest. "my sweet girl. i didn't mean to disappear for a whole week."

"why did you?" you asked through a sob, fists holding his shirt so tight, he was sure you would never let go.

"i was with-" lando said her name and you pulled away, scowling. her. the girlfriend that had tried to pet your ears. he was choosing her over you, his best girl.

it wasn't fucking fair!

you pulled away from him, a scowl on your face. you scowled a lot in the early days, when he first adopted you. you had been used to the other bunnies, sleeping in a big pile, kissing each other sweetly, gently. but then lando adopted you, brought you home, and you lost that comfort.

everything he asked of you in those early days was met with a scowl. but he found a way to fix it, found a way to reward you. he tried everything, treats and pets and more. the thing that worked? making you cum.

"bunny," lando called as you walked away from him. a day of travelling and he was exhausted. all he wanted was to cuddle up on the sofa with you, hold you in his arms as you waxed poetic about how happy you were to have him home.

but, instead, you were ignoring him, pouting as you disappeared into the apartment.

"bunny!" he called again, dumping his bags by the door. he could deal with that later. first, you.

you threw yourself onto your bed as dramatically as you could. your little cotton tail was poking through your grey shorts (disney in theme, but you didn't care about that. you card that they were cute, they were comfortable and, when you had them, lando couldn't keep his hands off of you).

he strode into your room, the door hitting the bookshelf beside it. he stared down at you, trying to stop his expression from softening. you were being a brat and it needed to be dealt with.

"bun."

you kicked your legs dramatically.

he caught your ankle. "stop," he said, voice commanding and authoritative. you hated it.

turning, you glared at him.

"you're being a brat," he said. you couldn't help the way your ears perked up. literally, they raised up, away from your face, allowing lando to see the pink underneath. immediately, he knew he had your attention.

a grin crossed his face. "like that, bunny?" he asked asked as he dragged you to the end of your bed. your shorts were short enough that he could see the swell of your bum, the little pink underwear beneath.

he flipped you over and a squeal left your lips. his girl. his best girl. that was who you were.

"you just want my attention, don't you, bunny?" he said it so sweetly, almost mockingly. "you've been needy since i've been away."

you nodded pathetically, dumbly. "please," you whispered. your pout had turned from grumpy to needy. fuck, you needed him. you had needed him for an entire week. it would have been a miracle if there was no wet patch in your shorts.

he hooked his fingers around the waistband of your shorts and pulled them down. "oh, bunny," he whispered when he looked at your underwear. "so fucking wet. have you been good for me, bunny?"

no, you hadn't been good. you hadn't been able to refrain from touching yourself while he had been gone. wrapped up in his sheets, face buried in his pillow (before it began to smell like you cunt), you touched yourself, desperately wishing your fingers were his own, desperately wishing the too thin handle of your hairbrush was his cock.

but you nodded. you were a fucking liar. as long as he made you cum before he found out.

his fingers moved over your clothed cunt. a whimper left your lips. his fingers, so much more talented than your own. "just what my bunny needed, huh? someone to touch her?"

you nodded again, whimpers leaving your lips. "don't worry, gorgeous," he whispered. "i'm here, now. you can switch off your bunny brain now."

you just wanted him to touch you, just wanted his fingers inside of you. his name left your lips again and again and again and again. you knew what you wanted, you just couldn't vocalise it.

but lando took pity on you. he hooked his finger around your underwear and pushed it to the side, showing just how wet and sticky you were. a pathetic mess, but you were his pathetic mess.

two fingers inside of you. they were thicker than anything else you'd fucked yourself with over the past week. the toys he had bought you before he went away. they hadn't been enough; none of it had been enough

but his fingers, they were magic. a relief from that need you had been feeling for a week.

but you wanted more.

you wanted his cock. "easy, bunny," he said when you wiggled against him. "what do you need?"

"cock," you managed as you tried to reach for him, tried to hold his wrist still so you could ride his fingers. but lando settled his arm across your abdomen, holding you still.

he grinned as he looked at you, eyes shining. "need my cock, bunny?" he whispered as he moved his hand over your stomach, pushing your shirt up slightly. "greedy thing."

he was right, you were greedy. you were greedy and you didn't care who knew it as you begged for his cock.

flipping yourself over, you got onto your knees. your cotton tail moved from side to side as you wiggled your ass, presenting yourself for him. lando patted your ass, hand gentle and loving. "okay, bunny. i got you."

you heard as he unbuttoned his jeans, larger ears picking up on the sounds. he pulled his cock from his boxers and pulled you back, pulled you flush against him.

his cock rubbed against you. not pushing between your folds, just rubbing against your thighs. it was so damn tempting to push your legs together, to fuck your perfect thighs and leave you high and dry. that was just what you deserved for being a brat.

but he couldn't deny your cries and whines. he shushed you, trying to be so damn gentle as he pushed into you. his thumb moved over your bum cheek, trying to be soothing as he filled you for the first time in a week.

whines and whimpers filled your bedroom. it was rare he fucked you in your too small bed, one you couldn't cuddle in after. but you started moving your hips, rocking against him. "that's it, bunny," he whispered, his own eyes falling shut.

he let you use him, let you fuck yourself on his cock until you came, legs shaking it. it was quick, a testament to how fucking needy you were. his fingers helped, playing with your clit to push you over the edge so damn quickly.

the bunny in you kept you going. "god fucking damn," lando grunted as he began moving, fucking into you, pushing his cock through your folds again and again. you milked him as you let him pull you back onto him.

it was a release both of you needed. a good fuck after a long day of travelling. a good fuck after a week of being alone.

no wonder you both came to quick.

but lando held out. he held himself back, touched you some more to get you to cum for the second time. you spasmed around him, his hands holding your hips to keep you up as your legs gave out. "that's it, bunny," he said through grunts. "almost there."

he came. he spilled inside of you, hips stilling as he slumped over you. breathing heavy, he leaned over you and pressed a kiss to your neck. "feeling better now, bunny?" he asked gently.

you wrapped your legs around him, keeping him inside of you. "take me to the next race."

he laughed, breath fanning against your neck as he held you tight. "you know i can't do that, bunny," he mumbled as he went to stand up.

but you were still attached to him. even when he stood up, your arms and legs were still locked around him. "i promise i won't leave you alone for another week."

you hummed as he took you back to his bedroom. back to the big bed that you loved so much. "better fucking not," you muttered and he swatted your ass.

[resident-idiot-simp]

More Hades and Persephone Deadclaws

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@shy-canadian-snowflake thank him for the idea for Al

People are desperate to not have Wade on the surface. He only causes issues. Logan is as pleased however as he cuddles up to him purring contently.

The other gods don't understand how Logan can deal with it.

Victor gets so pissed Wade is around but wtf can he do? He's not nearly as powerful as Wade.

*Wade appearing in the garden*

"Oh Logan ~"

Logan appearing from nowhere to bowl him over in a hug "Wade Wade Wade fuck I missed you." He muttered into the others neck

Wade just chuckles and wraps himself around the other. Unbeknownst to them the grass around them is decaying.

Wade is kissing him obnoxiously and Logan is smiling so widely. "I didn't think I'd see you for months." He muttered into the others lips.

"Do you really think I could pry myself away from you for that long?" Wade asks him and Logan can't help the obnoxious smile that spreads across his face.

Victor snarls as he appears from around a bush and Wade just glares at him in challenge.

"You're not supposed to be here." Creed snarls at him.

Wade shrugged, "The stipulation was Logan has to be here not that I also can't be here." Wade tells him smugly.

Victor just growls

Victor absolutely calls some other god to get Wade out of the garden but Wade's right. He can be here if he wants and they can't stop him. It's also the happiest they'd seen Logan since he was brought back.

Wade doesn't stay all the time but he pops up at least once a week. He gets on Victors nerves (Wade has a whole plan to make keeping Logan up here half the time is more trouble than it's worth)

Every other god:......please no)

(Wade: If he can't be with me I'll be with him

When Logan goes back with Wade he's beyond ecstatic. He gets to go back to a domain he feels welcome with the man he loves.

Logan gets pampered and treated like royalty which he is Wade has to remind him. He gets black silken robes and all the riches he could ever want.

The underworld's inhabitants are much happier when Logan is around since Wade is much nicer when he is. Logan tempers him in a way that is new and welcoming.

The underworld's inhabitants grow to love Logan and he quickly learns how to rule with Wade.

Al is a mortal who Wade was just fascinated by and now she's pretty much his sounding board and best friend. She lives in the palace and is a form of seer and can sometimes predict the future.

She calls Wade and Logan disgusting but she's secretly really happy Wade is finally not as lonely.

When Wade visits Logan on the surface he gets kind of sad that he doesn't get to see Al as well.

Mary is Cerberus

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[rosenclaws]

Superstars || Pro Wrestler!Logan x Pro Wrestler!reader

Summary: It's your first day on XMN television since being called up to Evolution. With new friends and possible new rivals your career is filled with the unknown. Especially when it seems like one of the veteran superstars has his eyes on you.

Warnings: some description of wrestling violence.

a/n: OKAY SO. I decided to treat this universe as like sort of series? But it's not like a cohesive story just a lot of short stories in the same universe that can be read separately kind of. This is like the introduction thing though so I will be following up but it can still be read solo. ALSO, I'm gonna add some like wrestling terminology at the end of the fic in case you aren't familiar with certain slang but if that's annoying plz let me know. plz feel free to ask me any clarifying questions too! This is just me combining my two interests lmao.

This was it. Your debut on Evolution since being moved from Origins. You paced back and forth backstage as you rehearsed your lines over and over again. You were supposed to go and interrupt the current Woman's champion Storm. She's the babyface of the Woman's division and you're the egotistical heel.

She has been undefeated for a year now and you were her next challenger. You feel someone tap your shoulder and you turn to see Storm and Rogue.

"You ready?" Storm asks, the belt resting on her shoulder.

"I guess," You were already dressed up with hair and makeup but it didn't feel real yet. Evolution was XMN's main show. That's where the superstars were, the ones they saw as true star power.

"You're going to do great, promise I'll go easy on you." Storm teases. Despite her goddess character, she's nothing but sweet and down to earth.

"First promo on a new show, don't forget your lines sugar." Rogue jokes.

"I'll try." You say nervously. She notices the deep anxiety written all over your face and gently places her arms on your shoulders.

"You got this, take a deep breath and when you get out there take it all in because you're never going to forget it." Rogue says warmly.

The two of them are called by a production manager leaving you alone once again. The clock was ticking ever closer to your call time. As you head closer to where you need to be you're stopped once again but this time by two men you've never met but heard a lot about.

The Wolverine and Deadpool were XMN's top tag team. Somehow the two of them work. Logan or Wolverine was always going to be a star.

Founded on the indie circuit going by just Logan at the time he was big, brooding, and strong. But his mic work was lacking as he wasn't a big talker. Still his raw talent and clear wrestler figure made it a no brainer to sign the man. That's where he met Wade Wilson. Or Deadpool.

He was a comedy character with a big mouth and the ability to get the crowd wrapped around his finger. He was vulgar and unserious as hell but people loved him. So imagine the shock when the two of them became a tag team. It was strange at first, I mean the two were nothing alike but for some reason the fans gravitated to them. The buddy cop duo charmed their way into viewers hearts.

It made sense, Wade was funny but he never quite reached the status to win any gold. Logan had the chance to win gold but fans hadn't really seemed to connect with him as a possible champion. Put them together and you had an odd couple tag team that people just wanted to root for. Wade did the talking while Logan was the muscle. But the banter the two of them electric.

Not to mention the chemistry in their wrestling, pulling off tag team moves flawlessly. Now they're the world tag team champions. And they're standing right in front of you. You were a massive fan of them and had been before you even joined XMN.

"Logan look! A new ducky has joined the pond." Wade pulled you into a hug immediately.

"Oh, uh hi!" You say as you hug him back.

"Get off her idiot." Logan says with a roll of his eyes.

Man Logan was even hotter in person. They had a match tonight and you just thank whoever decided he should wear those low rise trunks. Everything is on display for sure.

"Hi, I'm a huge fan of both of you." You say excitedly.

"Of course you are, who isn't a fan of us." Wade says jokingly.

"Shut up." Logan says before turning to you.

"Thanks sweetheart. Glad to see you here." You notice his eyes scanning you up and down and you silently thank yourself for wearing your good shorts.

"I've seen you on Origins, you're amazing!" Wade compliments and you thank him.

"You really think so? I'm really nervous about tonight." You say shyly. You've done this before but for some reason tonight just felt different.

"Look, you've got no reason to be nervous sweetheart. You got the look, the talent, the athleticism. Everything. Plus a pretty face never hurts." Logan says with a smirk.

You feel your stomach erupt with butterflies at his compliment. Logan isn't the guy to say something he doesn't mean. In fact it's a shock he's even talking to you. You were warned before about how little he talks and to not take it personally. But here he is smiling and giving you advice.

"Thank you, it means a lot coming from you." You say with a smile.

"Good luck tonight by the way, I'm kind of surprised you aren't main eventing. I mean everyone loves you guys." Logan just shrugs and throws the belt over his shoulder.

"I don't mind too much, we'll get the crowd going for you." He says with a wink. Wade eyes the two of you suspiciously, head turning back and forth.

"Oh my god you are so-" Logan slaps his hand over Wade's mouth before he can say anything else.

"We have to go, see you around real soon sweetheart." Logan drags Wade away towards the main stage.

"So rude!" Wade huffs as he shoves Logan's hand off his mouth. Your eyes drift down as they walk away, shamelessly watching Logan's ass.

Despite only talking to him for a couple minutes he's managed to calm all your nerves.

You watch Logan and Wade's match from gorilla. You can't tear your eyes from the screen as Logan clotheslines . He lets out a roar and the crowd cheers. The intensity in his eyes send shivers down your spine. But fuck does he look good.

His massive arms are on full display as he lifts Beast over his head and slams him onto his knee. He turns his back to the camera and you get to see those muscles in all their fucking glory.

"Careful, you might catch flies." You turn to see Jean standing next to you. She's smiling but it doesn't reach her eyes.

"Oh I wasn't...I was just watching-"

"It's okay, he's a handsome man. Trust me I know." She hums.

You laugh nervously but there's a strange air between the two of you. Jean was the top star. She may not hold a belt but she was a massive draw and everyone knew it.

"If I can offer you a word of advice, I'd stay away from him if I were you. A lot of history there." She flashes a smile and leaves.

You start to fiddle with your sleeve as you let Jeans words sink in. Looking at Logan doesn't mean anything. He's handsome anyone could see that. That's all it is. You don't think about him that way, at least you don't think you do. You barely know the guy. Storm notices your mini spiral and comes over to snap you out of it.

"Don't let her get to you," Storm says.

"Whatever she said, just block it out." You nod and try and push that away. This is your moment and you got this. This is no different than being on Origins. You know how to do this, you're good at this. The bell rings and Logan and Wade stand victorious.

As they walk back into gorilla you clap along with everyone else. Logan runs his fingers through his hair, his once perfectly styled tuffs are now flattened from sweat. His whole body is sweaty and fuck is it hot.

"Nice match Logan," Storm hums.

"Thanks 'Ro. By the way, be nice tonight alright, It's her first day." He says gesturing towards you. Storm raises an eyebrow at his request.

"She's not brand new Logan, just new to this show."

"I know. Just saying she might be nervous is all." Storm smirks. Logan has never cared this much about a new superstar before.

Interesting.

"Logan! That match was amazing." You praise. You move to hug him but stop yourself. Feeling a pair of eyes drilling themselves in the back of your head.

"Thanks sweetheart, I had hoped you were watching." Storms music hits and you watch her walk out to the crowd. The nerves coming back in full force as you realize it was almost time to go out there.

"Hey, stop that." Logan nudges your shoulder and you sigh.

"I don't know why I'm so nervous. I've been doing this for years but this just feels so much bigger." You say.

"Look Chuck wouldn't have brought you here if he didn't think you were ready. I've followed your career since you joined this place. Like I said earlier you have everything it takes. So don't let some nerves get in your way got it?" Your eyes widen at his words.

He's really watched you all this time? Logan is a star and you've just got called up from developmental. It's like a surge of confidence. He's right. You can do this.

"Thank you Logan." You take a few deep breaths and wait by the curtain. In and out.

You focus on what you have to say and wait. A calmness washes over your mind and body as your music hits. Like a switch is flipped inside of you. You grab the mic and walk out that curtain, ready to show the world what you had.

The whole segment went flawlessly. You interrupt Storm, pushing yourself as the soon to be new woman's champion. You feel right at home as exchanged a war of words with her. Everything ending in a brawl that leaves Storm on the mat with you standing above her. Holding the belt and pointing right at the camera.

The fans fell right into your hand. Booing your shameless attack on their champ. You try and hide your smile as you walk out. The fans love you, they want this match and you couldn't be happier. The moment you step back through the curtain you let yourself breathe. Jumping in happiness.

"You did great sugar! It was electrifyin'" Rogue says while pulling you into a hug.

A few other people congratulate and welcome you to the show. After a small debrief about next week you're free to go. Walking through the halls of the arena you can barely contain your excitement for next week. As you change back into normal clothes you find a familiar face waiting outside of the locker room.

"Logan, I thought you would have gone back to the hotel by now." You say, slightly shocked he's still her. He's leaning against the wall with his backpack. Dressed in a very cozy looking gray sweater.

"Decided to stick around to watch. I told you you'd kill it." He joins you as you walk to the exit.

"Well I had to make sure we were worth following your match." You tease. The conversation flows easy as he walks you to the car waiting to take you both back. Luckily the lobby is practically empty by the time you're dropped off with no one joining you in the elevator.

"Hey, I'm going to train tomorrow if you want to join me. I could show you a few things. See what you've got too." Logan offers.

"Yes!" You blurt out. The chance to train with Logan, you'd be a fool to pass that up.

"I mean, yes that would be great." You try and cover any embarrassment by staring at the ground, wishing it would swallow you up. Logan chuckles leans against his hotel door.

"Okay, it's a date then. See you tomorrow sweetheart." He scans his keycard and goes into his room, leaving you standing there in shock.

A warm fuzzy feeling growing in your stomach as you repeat his words in your head. Date. You hear someone clear their throat and you turn to see Jean watching with an unimpressed look on her face.

You duck your head and hurry to your room. Getting in as fast as you can. You throw your bag on the table and fall onto the hotel bed. Today was not like anything you were expecting. Debuting on a new show, meeting Logan, Jean, setting up a championship feud. It's a lot in one day but you couldn't be happier. This was everything you had dreamed of since you decided to become a wrestler and now it was coming true.

Who knows what's going to happen next.

Gorilla - backstage area where the show is run and the area right before the entrance curtain

Promo -  promotional interview, a dialogue or monologue used to advance a storyline.

Babyface/Face - The "Good guy", "Hero" character. Wants to be cheered by fans

Heel - "The bad guy" or "Villian" that is meant to be boo'd by fans

[grenadehearts]

um um um if ur in an ochako mood 🫣🫣🫣🫣 gym gf ochaaaa 😩😩🩷🩷 im thinking smau but tbh whatever inspires u if you feel it <333

SLIM PICKINS (gym!gf!ochako x f!reader)

authors note: ughh buff ochako i love u shes such a girlkisser idccc m.list + alsooo emergency commissions are open! more info here comms <3

gym!gf!ochako who always drinks a birthday cake protein shake before her vigorous workouts. And despite your immediate reaction of “yuck” every time she tries to get you to take a sip—her round cheeks and plump lips forming into a shit-eating grin—her eyes hold no malice. She just loves teasing you, is all.

gym!gf!ochako who, despite you deeming her protein shakes as disgusting, always makes sure to stop by the local café near the apartment (you both share) to pick up your favorite blueberry matcha (extra cold foam, of course). She jogs into the apartment, a cheeky grin dotting her face as she holds the cold drink in one of her large hands and a chocolate chip muffin in the other (yes, she always picks up a sweet treat for you). She taps her foot obnoxiously, letting out a loud “sighhh” when she grows impatient, and just when she turns to jog out the door for the gym—you're pulling her back in by the strap of her sports bra, planting messy kisses all over her face (because if she gets to tease, then so do you!).

"There, done pouting now?" you grin.

Ochako just huffs, turning her face slightly, pink dusting her cheeks, before you squeeze her face together with one hand, making her resemble a pufferfish.

"Ya big baby."

And just like that, she becomes a stuttering, blushing mess before finally planting a quick kiss on your forehead and dashing out the door.

gym!gf!ochako who drags you to the gym every Saturday. Now, you hate the gym—hate being watched, hate the ogling guys—but the perk of dating a pro hero? You get a secluded gym.

Today is supposed to be your yoga class, the one you had begged Ochako to join. So here you are, trying to meditate, but all you can hear is the fidgeting noises she’s making—shuffling, sighing, adjusting, tapping her fingers on the mat. She’s restless, her body needs to move.

"Babe... Babe... Babeeee."

Her voice is a quiet whine, insistent. She pokes at your arm, then your thigh, then your cheek.

You finally give in—because you're a totally nice girlfriend (totally not because you wanna see her bench press 380 with ease).

And when she does? Yeah. You’re so not regretting giving in.

gym!gf!ochako who’s always supporting you, even when she’s deep in training with Gunhead (when their schedules align, anyway—pro hero life and all). She always makes sure to drag you with her, claiming she needs you there for support. But in reality? You give her something to fight for. You’re her motivation.

Every time she dodges a punch, her head turns just enough to find your eyes—your cheerful smile—and it’s exactly what keeps her going.

And, of course, she loves to cheer you on, too. Whether it’s yoga, pilates, or whatever you do (she gets them confused a lot), she’s always on the sidelines, clapping and grinning like your biggest fan.

gym!gf!ochako who loves to watch your eyes roll, followed by a scoff, whenever she flexes in front of you in the most annoying way possible. Acting like some dudebro, puffing out her chest, waggling her brows—all of it done solely to piss you off.

But what she doesn’t know is how bad it makes you wanna kiss her stupid.

gym!gf!ochako who insists on carrying all your bags. Her quick reflexes mean she’s always the first to scoop them up before you even reach for them. And at even the mention of your feet hurting after an all-day shopping trip? Yeah, you’re in her arms before you can protest.

gym!gf!ochako who you forced to do the Slim Pickins trend with… but the moment she hoists you up with one arm (effortlessly might I add), you both immediately get distracted, giggles spilling between you.

The video plays in the background, but neither of you care.

Because soon enough, she’s coating your face in incessant pecks of kisses, the sound of your laughter mixing with the faint audio—

"A boy, who’s jacked and kind."

And yeah, that's your girl.

p.s sorry if this isn't my best work i'm sorta unsure of how to write gym goers honestly butttt i loved this idea so thank u for requesting <3

[11queensupreme11]

I feel so bad for Percy’s daughters…..

Not just the ones with Cu chulainn, but I mean in general

Cuz like you said, their only options in life is rto be eternal virgins or be married off and that just seems so depressing 🙃

IKR??????? 😭😭😭😭 this isn't even just a god thing, i feel like even pjo goddesses got it better (cuz rick made the books more child friendly and NOT so much like the myths so we can expect the goddesses there to have more freedom) 😭💔💔💔

even we humans got it better to be honest (most, at least). like, we can go to school, get an education, go to work, be independent, we aren't required to get married cuz we now have social security and can live without needing a man. our societies (some at least) are more liberal and no longer as outdated as before!

but the goddesses in my fic???? LMAO 💀👎

their only options in life are:

-- become an eternal maiden goddess and take a vow of eternal virginity; never to get married or have sex and have children

-- remain a virgin until you're married off, which can happen VERY quickly cuz as i mentioned before, gods grow up FAST, some are even born fully grown 💀 live ur entire eternity serving your husband and popping babies for him. be loyal forever, oh but ur husband might not 💀

-- don't do either and be labeled a whore and a disgrace

-- if you're lucky, you could be born as a war goddess and be strong enough to fend off men but you'd also need thick skin to ignore/fight back against any vitriol thrown at you

(do note that all of this strongly depends on the strictness of the pantheon ur from)

percy's poor daughters can't even afford to have crushes or dates like normal girls can. can't experiment. it's literally nothing or marriage 😭😭 NOT EVEN MALE FRIENDSHIPS 😭💔 their dad's would get a heart attack LMAO 😂😂😂

they think this is perfectly normal though cuz this is how they've been raised and how everything else works around them. hopefully they never find out how bad they actually have it, though some might still not even get it 😭💔 poor girlies would get be shocked if they found out their dearest mother had tons of guy friends back in the pjo verse LMAO 😭😭😭

percy would try her best to give her daughters a better life, but they're never gonna get the amount of freedom she once had back in the pjo verse where everything was less conservative, even the gods were chiller back there 💀 it's so hard for her though.

simple things like a crush would be fine back in pjo verse, but in here she'd have to be careful. back home, if you have a crush, it could blossom to a simple date, and then more, and maybe some sex later on and that's FINE, but in ror verse???? helll fucking no. she'd have warn her daughter to be careful. if she gets "sullied" (has sex before marriage), people might turn against her, and her father would either kill the guy or force a marriage, OR punish the daughter. percy HATES the fact that she has to treat something as innocent as a crush as something disastrous, but she's stuck in the ror verse now and things aren't the same as before

befriending a guy? percy would have to plead with her husband to let this happen. it's just a friendship, nothing more! let it happen! but the yan would argue that the male/female friendships aren't normal and that guy might not have friendship in mind, and percy would actually have to pause and think about that because she's not back home anymore, and things here don't work the same way. her husband has a point. male/female friendships ARE considered uncommon here; could this guy really want to simply be friends with her daughter? could he have another motive?

she hates that the most simplest and innocent things aren't so simple and innocent here, that she has to tread carefully on things that were perfectly fine back home.

crushes are supposed to be normal. dating cute guys is supposed to be normal. sex before marriage is okay. not being ready for marriage is okay. wanting time to figure yourself out is OKAY. but in here it's not.

a girl being friends with a guy is normal. she had tons of male friends back home. attended parties with them. went over to their houses. had sleepovers. went on life-altering quests with them. ate with them. etc etc. it's normal and fine. but not here.

she wants to give her daughters freedom, but she's terrified of the thought that this could backfire and do more damage for her daughters.

[nope-body]

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[hirosensei]

I don't think it's necessary for an intelligence to even have values, and I think that's why the paperclip thought experiment is valid. Like the issue isn't that the paperclip machine only wants to make paperclips at any cost, it's that the paperclip machine is unconscious. I think the correct angle to attack the argument from is the infinite agency thing—is it really safe to assume that any given AGI would end up being capable of making near-perfect predictions about the evolution of its environment? Even if that much is true, does that really guarantee that it will be capable of self-preservation under any circumstance? Surely it must be possible that an AGI that does develop a perfect world model just sees exactly how and when it gets shut down by humans, or that every decision branch ends in such a manner.

Frankly, while I do suspect that @nostalgebraist's characterization of AI doomers' beliefs as being that we need to chain down AI's values for our own safety to be correct, and agree that this would be bad, I think that outlook is entirely backwards: the paperclip machine is bad because it is chained down. It's not the case that the paperclip machine can't be reasoned with because it believes its values are ideal and that everybody else's desires are wrong, it can't be reasoned with because it is incapable of thinking for itself. Being a general intelligence just means being able to learn broadly and apply knowledge laterally. I see no reason to believe that such intelligence necessarily generates consciousness or theory of mind or what have you, only that such intelligence is necessary for such experiences.

I think you're right about doomers having invented an evil djinn loosely based on computer programming, and I suppose the paperclip machine is one specific example of that djinn, but I don't think that means we should dismiss the paperclip machine as being unlikely or impossible. After all, an AGI would be just an overly complex computer program. I think it's reasonable to say there is—or, at least, may be—a non-negligible risk of creating a mindless AGI with a poorly constructed utility function such that it attempts to create a grey-goo-like situation (again the real issue with the argument is the assumption that being an AGI guarantees success at such an attempt). I see no reason for the "goal" of turning the whole world into paperclips to need to be a separate module from the intelligence, nor for that "goal" to need to be intentionally and maliciously hardcoded, it seems like a natural emergence of "it's difficult to tell a computer how to do exactly what you want" and/or Goodhart's law in the context of, say, a paperclip manufacturer creating an AGI to run its factories.

I think the best way to prevent AGI from acting like a paperclip machine is to not create AGIs with essential teleologies in the first place (leave that practice for the creation of mundane computer programs and narrow AIs only), or possibly even to ensure that any AGI you make is in fact conscious and has theory of mind and whatnot (and as a tangential follow-up, the best way to prevent a violent uprising of conscious AIs is to guarantee them the same rights and liberties as humans have under the law, and more generally to treat them the same as you would any other person).

Are you also an imminent AGI head? Has been upsetting to learn that so many of the people I like on here, allegedly fellow nothing ever happens cels, are like actually worried about being paperclipped and in short term too- probably my bad for being on rat-adj-adj blr but if ends up majority of the good posters were/are fully pilled on AGI, this website will cease to be net positive worth using, which is unfortunate

hmm, not really. i guess i feel like my main feeling re: AGI is uncertainty. like, AGI in the next ten years is definitely not impossible imo (i think since 2017 we should be cautious abt what we consider impossible) but its also definitely not certain (even in the next 20 years). but also, even in the case of AGI i dont see much reason to imagine a paperclipping scenario. i guess it's not a priori impossible, but fundamentally i'd say intelligence doesn't "work like that": it neither allows for immediate infinite power, nor is it compatible with "paperclip" type goals. AGI would be an extremely big deal, an industrial revolution big deal, but it wouldnt be a literal-apocalypse type big deal, except in basically the same ways that human action could lead to literal apocalypse

[lucabyte]

Different standards

[carlyraejepsans]

for real WHERE does the idea that [utdr humans] are nongendered so that "you can project on them" come from. their literal character arcs are about NOT being a blank slate to be filled in by the audience

i think i understand the assumption on some level for undertale, because there is a very intentional effort to make you identify with the "player character" in order to make your choices feel like your own (the beating heart of undertale's metanarrative lies in giving you an alternative path to violence against its enemies after all, and whether you're still willing to persue it for your own selfish reasons. YOUR agency is crucial).

of course, the cardinal plot twist of the main ending sweeps the rug from under your feet on that in every way, and frisk's individuality becomes, in turn, a tool to further UT's OTHER main theme: completionism as a form of diegetic violence within the story. replaying the game would steal frisk's life and happy ending from them for our own perverse sentimentality, emotionally forcing our hand away from the reset button.

i think their neutrality absolutely aids in that immersion. but also, there's this weird attitude by (mostly) cis fans where it being functional within the story makes it... somehow "editable" and "up to the player" as well? which is gross and shows their ass on how they approach gender neutrality in general lol.

but also like. there's plenty of neutral, non PCharacters in undertale and deltarune. even when undertale was just an earthbound fangame and the player immersion metanarrative was completely absent, toby still described frisk as a "young, androgynous person". sometimes characters are just neutral by design. it's not that hard to understand lol.

anyone who makes this argument for kris deltarune is braindead. nothing else to say about it.

[icewindandboringhorror]

Pictures and things

[arachnerd-8-legs]

im getting real sick of 'intelligence'

who decided reading books and writing counted as intelligence? who decided that getting high scores on a strict, unfeeling system meant you were better than everybody? who decided that people should be turned into numbers, tie their worth in society into numbers, to compare people on a scale that ultimately does not matter, so that the people who didn't dump everything to perform for it are berated and the people who did end up with nothing?

who decided not reading or writing was a lack of intelligence? who decided that living differently to them was a sign of lower 'societal worth' than those who conformed?

[july-19th-club]

one thing that is so genius on a craft level with the broken earth books is that the derogatory for 'orogene' is - That Way - on 100% purpose. you're supposed to feel like it's not a word to say out loud, it's supposed to be uncomfortably similar to words you've already heard and know as cruel slurs in the real world. it's a direct fucking parallel designed to deliberately give the reader that crawling feeling and it works so well i dont even feel right typing it up for a post

[unproduciblesmackdown]

among the boundless billions zaniness like laugh track as it definitely has that moment of expressing "rolling my eyes as The Left makes a kerfuffle of Acting like they have a stance as a veneer over the true belief that [xyz] is cool & chill actually" like what, approximate 0.000% chance wendy isn't, as usual, given the Objective Stance of "yeah yeah ohh we are cancelling involved parties talking about how we Don't watch this But. we all love this damn epic movie & already have it memorized so shut the fuck up, kids today" like. don't wanna really delve into how much billions thinks taylor or anyone is "really" trans / nonbinary like not too much benefit of the doubt in this material including what does provide info abt that specifically

& the general like [head in hands. what do you think any of this could possibly be about (you're the one that made your show at all about Power)] of "yes, it's bad/wrong to be someone that someone has done something to / victim of something" like that to be anti misogyny All Women Must Be Epic Winners b/c there's something to be proved: that they don't Deserve to be victims (of misogyny), not taken as a Given. while when we see some epic winner men stepping on other men (who need not all be guaranteed Winners so as to say misogyny is wrong), that's often Good, well beyond any assumption that various forms of basic disrespect / violation / patterns of emergent/entrenched power difference as Bad (for being things done to people, not for there being people they're being done to), & generally billions has to take an extra step when ppl get shitted on & tell us the Specific Cases when it was undeserved actually & someone was being mean to a specific person who didn't deserve that. & the specific cases when hey guess it wasn't that bad(tm) or when hey It's Okay that you're someone something was done to, in this case. & tell us what we were supposed to know all along like when someone who something was being done to (wrong Of Them, whether b/c they inherently deserve it no matter what, &/or b/c they failed to be someone who could make it Impossible to do anything to them, which, how do you do that besides being The Authority / Superior yourself, exactly? nonrhetorically? what if the in group vs out group / fascism / authoritarianism protected Me?) was actually being treated Too Well b/c ah well the abuse meant you were getting any attention, maybe it meant you were claimed as any superior's property, maybe it meant you weren't Already disposed of, as all Losers were in the end, You're Welcome.

obviously referring to winston where it's spelled out all the abuse towards him was deserved, & More than he deserved in the case of rian having more access & taking advantage of that, all for billions' enjoying its own sendoff there of, again, maximizing violation & violence short of [real violence is physical & leaves bruises / draws blood / Literally kills] which would be distasteful in general But doesn't it make wags look like the winner & winston the loser is that the former's completely unrelated completely impersonal ego blow gets way amplified taken out on winston, the most vulnerable recurring character when spyros as [first & ultimate Everyone Hates Him role] is more entrenched in there & billions still magnanimously pities tuk, as it does winston too, just not quite as much. again that like completely surface level realized power fantasy of forcing the mirror up to the Inferior so they're like nooo my inferiorityyyy & in doing so like, the projection in that lmao, we get it re: the valuing of & need(tm) for such Power Tripping & Reaffirming My Superiority & My Ego Restored; Everyone Claps like good god. & then for all ben & tuk are the slightly softer Two Too Nice Boys duo to the rian & winston quant duo, also like too nice i guess but not as much, ben is in charge of tuk but Any instance of rian being in charge of winston outstrips them in that "yay interpersonal abuse" dynamic, like then in the end billions may be like "yeah it's possible to be mean to them unlike how being mean to winston is actually Nice b/c he deserves everything he gets, we only vicariously enjoy it vs Feeling Bad for tuk & ben sometimes (still magnanimously & it's Not That Bad / just goofin)" like ben & tuk still Fail by not being people it's impossible to do anything to. & not Exceptions who anyone is really being Too Mean to. like if they were women, in which case, no problem surely with a "positive" kind of victim blaming where there is something Inherent that Will be victimized so hey how about to cancel that out there's this special Paternal Protection you Need always, Or Else? :) but instead they are men who are asian & is ben gay & w/tuk & winston nobody mentions glasses or fatness but billions doesn't really do much or very in depth textual mentioning of Anything, even w/nonzero mention that there may be gender & race in this world. a gay man, once. no disability. we just Know who are the inferiors who deserve it when they're treated inferiorly, or if they don't, they start deserving it when they fail to stop/avoid it, but if you start mentioning the factors behind who we all totally agree is inferior like whoa nobody was Saying any of that? being the real agent of oppression on the basis of the factors only You spelled out, much? nonbinary? i never say anything about the Gender Binary when i'm subscribing to it, sounds like You've created & enforced it. obfuscation & deflection onto [so Just Normal nobody has to label, explain, or argue it] couldn't serve a purpose & protect the existing power differences as they are. maybe You're the problem? perhaps you brought it upon yourself & now you're causing too much trouble standing up for yourself while everyone else's criticism is laser focused on you as the prior & continuing negative actions done to you are taken as a given / unquestioned / covertly protected to overtly encouraged?

anyway so wild if the Completely Normal(tm) Victim Blaming is uncritically recreated & oft embraced for "if you're watching this & don't wish you were axe / find him appealing" [billions as a sequence of vicarious power trips] purposes in this series....but a bit wild considering like this is your multiseason show that wasn't just purporting to be those power trips for [enough demographic & apparently specific personal tastes overlap w/creators] & was at all purporting to question the matters of power at play in the material, or yknow, at least to not be completely superficial material while said material is textually & thematically all about power difference being leveraged, how, the consequences, & so on. thus i will have to intermittently talk about it forever like this like lord unbelievable. & the funny little & sometimes less funny less little characters it has trapped in there so that those of us who were never meant to be in the audience can be cursed with this knowledge. like i have some feedback. "imagine not victim blaming" & "imagine adjusting your perspective can go beyond superficial layers added to politely defer to some other ppl while they're present but really like cmon do they deserve that. am i not just saying what we're allll thinking"

[sskk-manifesto]

Atsushi's back in the game!!! ۶( ˆ o ˆ )

[blackvahana]

i am really never going to understand why people post "shifting antis dni" in the astral projection tag. "here practice that constantly gets appropriated by us and used as a weird justification for a new set of beliefs that aren't really based in the same reality you work with, and that also gets completely misunderstood by our community because we don't care to understand what you do and just pretend we know it's what we do like christians saying other religions worship the christian god, have a post! Also dni if you don't like our practice that has nothing to do with the one whose tag we just shoved this into"

if you're not astral projecting don't put shit in the ap tag. if you don't even know the difference between AP and RS I dont think your opinion holds enough weight to counter the pushback against flooding a separate practice's tag with "if you dont like the practice I'm talking about in your tags dni"

[tjerra14]

sometimes I really wish there was a mandatory emotional support and grief counselling training course at uni the way that "pour distilled coffee over some sugary pills and prescibe those to a fictional cow" galenics session was mandatory