#I'm sure I had my quirks. It's just interesting to me how things played out

[lunarneo]

Poor Neo- "Wait a Second...."

#I thought I was the problem and at fault initially #and thought I needed to be better #be more. You can't make someone cheat though #certainly not saying I was perfect #I'm sure I had my quirks. It's just interesting to me how things played out #:D now i struggle not knowing if I'm overbearing and gonna drive people away! #i shouldn't feel guilty for sharing what happened to me #but i still do. this happened to me and i should be allowed to share it! #also this is NOT about “”being poly=cheating“” #I ASKED about poly relationships. THEY didnt like poly. i said ok. THEY cheated. they wanted monogamy and cheated. #very annoyed how many people commented on my art saying how their partner cheated on them and wanted poly #or saying shit bad about poly #THIS IS ABOUT CHEATERS GONNA CHEAT #i only included the poly thing because it was a connection i made that i thought was particular #furry #digital art #neo #digital drawing #drawing #furry art

[tatiam-x]

Learn to please

Mikasa Ackerman x Female Reader

TW: lesbian sex, vaginal fingering, loss of virginity, teasing, oral sex, sex

I'm rewatching Shingeki no Kyojin and am obsessing with Mikasa so I'm writing religiously about her.

This fic turned out to be a lot softer than I thought considering my usual rough style of writing, but I thought this would be how it would play out in their universe.

“So you don’t know how to have sex?” you question in disbelief, but suppress the shock in your tone and reduce the impact of your words. Sure, you can understand that Mikasa hasn’t learned how to do such sinful actions while fighting the chaos of the world. So you decide that, with your own capabilities, this would be a way to make the world a little less cruel for her.

Her cheeks turn pink at your accusation, and she looks at the ground in shame. “...no.”

She says this quietly with hesitation, her hand scratching her arm in a nervous habit. You smile softly at her, padding towards her to fondly touch her shoulder. “It’s okay, Mikasa. It’s completely normal,” you reassure her, and she brings those wide, dark eyes to yours which makes your heart skip a beat.

“Do you want me to teach you?”

The question comes out of your mouth without a thought, and once you say it, you immediately cringe in regret; this could turn out bad. 

For a moment, she searches your eyes with wonder. Such innocent curiosity that glimmers in the night of her eyes, and for a second you feel tension between the two of you; you can tell it’s not a hostile or awkward tension.

“If… that’s okay with you,” she says softly, her eyes widening and you notice them become a shade or two darker. Brushing your observation off, you nod in agreement. 

You back away from her, looking behind you to make sure you’re at the foot of the bed. Seating yourself at the edge, you start to strip yourself. You figure it would make this whole teaching thing visually valuable. 

“W - what are you doing?” she exclaims, immediately turning around when you start to take off your bra. You chuckle in amusement, covering your mouth as she refuses to look at you. “Mikasa, it’s okay. I’m here to teach you, remember? This will make it easier.”

She stays silent for a moment, reluctantly turning around at your reassurance. As soon as she does, she looks down to your chest, and you try not to let yourself get flustered with how shameless it is. You feel yourself get unintentionally wet, and you have to remind yourself that she isn’t interested in you. 

Squeezing your thighs together, you slip off your panties, locking your eyes with her as she watches you slide them off your legs. You hear her exhale, and she meets your eyes with a visible blush.

Your attempts at trying to brush off her small signs of attraction are getting harder to defend, but you figure that she’s just curious, right?

“The most important purpose of this, in my opinion, is to get as much pleasure for yourself. No matter who it’s with.” You speak, ghosting your hands on your thighs in anticipation. You can already feel the ache between your thighs, pleading to be fucked. With this sentence, you want to remind her that she deserves as much enjoyment that she needs. She’s special, so she should have anything she desires.

She simply blinks at you, silently urging you to continue. “So, do you know the feeling between your thighs,” you pause, taking in a deep breath to not let yourself get aroused by her. “When you look or think about someone? It’s like a jolt of electricity and it starts to beat like your heart.”

Mikasa’s face turns a deep red, and you quirk an eyebrow in curiosity. “How… how did you know that?” Her blush is something to die for.

You take a moment, not wanting to reveal that she’s the one who gives you that feeling. “Because everyone has that feeling when they like someone.”

She stares at you as if she’s had some deep awakening. It’s silent for a moment, and you decide to break it by continuing. Spreading your thighs to let her observe you, you cringe at the sound of your labia peeling due to the wetness that gathered in your cunt. You feel relieved that she doesn’t recognize what that means. 

“You can relieve that feeling, if it feels sexual. Like you’re excited,” you explain, teasing your folds and exhaling deeply with your fingers this close to your aching cunt. You then realize that she might be too far away to even see what you’re doing. She seems frozen in place, her eyes focusing intensely on where your hands are. Her chest heaves noticeably, and you wonder if she’s scared.

“Come closer. It’s alright, I don’t mind you watching,” you smile at her, and she hesitates for a movement before walking towards you. You look up at her, and you blush at how she looms over you. Fuck, if only she knew how much you want her. 

She’s about a foot away from you, and she sits on her ankles so she’s at level with your pussy. You shiver, almost insecure with how full of a view she has of you in this position. You catch her staring at your exposed pussy, and when she realizes you’re looking at her, she looks away in embarrassment. 

You lean over to catch her chin in your fingers, gently guiding her to face you as you say, “I’m here to teach you, remember? This is for you, I’m okay with this.”

She briefly doesn’t meet your eyes, but then when she does, her eyes glint with something you don’t recognize. “Okay.”

Letting go of her chin, you return your hand between your thighs, focusing on where to put your fingers. “When you… touch yourself, you want to hit a spot that makes you feel good,” you state, sliding your fingers down to your slit. Your breathing gets shallow, but you try to control yourself as much as possible. Your hips roll into the bed, forcing yourself to make the movement minimal to not raise any alarm. With your hand almost on your clit, with the way she looks at your pussy so intensely, all of it makes you just want to lose yourself.

“You want to touch… h - here,” you gasp, biting your lip to suppress another sound as your fingers dive into your clit. You look down to see Mikasa looking at you with her mouth parted, her cheeks red and her hands clenching on her thighs. 

“Are you… okay?” she questions. Her breathing seems ragged, irregular as she says this.

You pump your fingers into yourself, barely able to form words as you say, “yeah… just feels good.” You let out a quiet whine, your hips fucking up into your hand as pleasure spreads throughout your body. You hear her breath hitch, and you realize you have to keep talking to her through this.

“You should move your fingers in and out of yourself,” you manage to breathe out, your fingers acting on your words. “Or you can just… rub that area.”

You refuse to look at her to avoid sending yourself over the edge; she’s the one you're thinking of as you touch yourself, after all. “And if you curl your fingers up…” you start to say, and when your fingers curl up into yourself, you let a moan slip out at the feeling as your fingers find your g-spot. “Fuck.”

You try to be subtle about it, but with how good your fingers feel in your dripping pussy, you can’t control yourself. 

“Feels good?” you hear her say, and you stop to look at her in the aroused state you're in. Her tone is almost smug, and your eyes widen as you realize she’s rubbing herself with her hand under her pants. Her cheeks are tinted pink, her teeth bite her lip, her breathing is labored, her eyes are dark, and her body involuntarily rocks into her hand. 

You moan at the sight, your fingers seemingly moving into yourself on their own. “Yeah,” you whine, feeling so fucked out by that pretty view of her. And then you stop yourself again when you realize that she’s touching herself to the sight of you.

“Mikasa…” you marvel at her, your eyes half-lidded with lust. 

“It feels good…” she whines, her eyes closing and soft moans elicit from that pretty mouth of hers. “You… you’re so good.”

You almost come undone when she says this, and you hear her gasp right after. The sound of her hand slapping her mouth breaks the shocked atmosphere between the two of you.

“S - sorry…” she murmurs, taking her hand out of her pants and looking shamefully at the ground. “I should probably go…”

You stare at her, shock preventing you from speaking. Did she just… touch herself to you?

“W - wait!” you call out to her as she stands up, and she looks at you questionably. Her eyes are brimmed with guilt, and she fidgets with her hands anxiously. “I’m sorry… it was selfish of me to bring my feelings for you into this.”

You confess hesitantly, but you don’t want her to feel guilty for something you caused. 

“You… have feelings for me?” she asks, her movements halting. 

“Yes… I’m sorry, Mikasa. You can leave now. I just wanted to ease a little of your pain.”

She falls silent. You have to choke down the lump in your throat that threatened to emerge, blinking away the blurriness in your eyes. Then she does something completely out of character, completely the opposite of your expectations: she laughs.

Your eyes widen at her, uneasy at her reaction.

“Just being with you eases my pain,” she expresses, moving towards you once more. “I have feelings for you, too. I just never said anything because… I didn’t want to lose you.”

“Mikasa…” you gape at her, in complete awe. She has feelings for you. Mikasa Ackerman has feelings for you. “You won’t lose me. No matter what.” You declare it because it’s true. You declare it because you mean it; you want to dedicate your heart to her. 

She lets out what you depict to be a scoff of joy, and her teeth bare in a beautiful enrapturing smile. In this moment, you’re certain that you’re in the presence of an angel. What did you do to deserve such a perfect human being?

She stands right in front of you, leaning down to close her lips onto yours. You sigh contently into her kiss, reaching up to cup her jaw. It’s only when her hands settle on your bare waist that reminds you that you’re completely naked.

“Mm - Mikasa,” you moan into her lips, but you pull your lips away from her to speak. She’s panting, her eyes wild with lust. That look in her eye changes to concern, however, as you pull away.

“What is it? Do you want me to stop?” she asks, her eyelids fluttering in panic.

“No, no. I just wanted to make sure you’re okay with this,” you look up at her, resisting the urge to pull her down on top of you and ruin her.

“Didn’t you say you wanted to teach me?” she smirks, tilting your chin up to her. You squirm, rubbing your thighs together in arousal.

“Yes…”

“Then teach me. Show me how to feel good,” she orders, and at her command, you pull her towards you into a heated kiss. Who knew she could be such a devil. You wrap your hands around her neck, pulling her down with you on the bed. She straddles your lap, quickly taking off her shirt. You stare at her lean torso in awe, groaning when you imagine tasting her with those abs in sight.

“Like what you see?” she teases, swiftly taking off her bra. She leaves at a complete loss for words, your eyes gluing to her chest. You’re tempted to reach up and fondle them, but you decide to wait for her to be completely naked.

A blush forms on ur face, muttering, “yeah,” in response. It’s an understatement, what she says, because you worship what you see. 

Your hips thrust up into her, the ache between your thighs reemerging; you want her to touch you, you want all of her and only her. She gasps when you do, her hands gripping your abdomen to stabilize herself. 

“Take off your pants,” you pant, wanting to feel her bare cunt against your body. You stop moving your hips to give her time to take them off. She unbuttons her pants, tantalizingly pulling them off her; though, it’s a struggle for her to take them off while she’s on her knees. You watch with eager eyes, eyeing her panties since it’s the last article of clothing left.

You can’t resist the urge to take them off for yourself, your hungry hands grabbing the waistband of her panties and curling your fingers in. You look up at her; she looks at you so desperately. You’ve never seen her like this, so vulnerable and lustful. It makes you feel so… powerful. 

You pull her panties towards you, releasing it to allow it to slap on her skin. She yelps, eyeing you with surprise. You grin, giggling at her reaction. 

She shakes her head at you, and then her eyes show a sudden playfulness. You raise an eyebrow, wondering what’s on her mind. “Try to get these off me.”

A simple request from her – no, a challenge – that reflects that playfulness in you. You smirk at her, gripping her waist as you sit her back down on your stomach. You figure she won’t let you touch anywhere near her panties, so you sit up to kiss her. She returns the kiss, making you swipe your tongue against her bottom lip.

She stiffens in your touch, the feeling of your tongue foreign to her. You don’t even need to tell her to open her mouth because her tongue eagerly meets your own, and you hear her moan softly at the contact. 

Taking advantage of her distraction, you flip her over so she’s on her back, keeping your mouth on hers. You can tell she’s slightly winded by the way her breath hitches. Her hands snake to wrap around your neck, pressing you down towards her. Your thighs are on either side of her, trapping her body between you.

You kiss down to her jaw, then to her neck, and a soft whine slips out of her when you do. 

“Feels good?” you rasp against her neck, and she yelps when you take her skin in between her teeth. You want her to remember this for a while.

“Y - yeah,” she whines, her breathing labored. 

You smile against her neck, giving gentle, passionate kisses down to her collarbone. You bite a spot above her collarbone, her hands gripping your hair tightly at the feeling.

Your kisses trail down to her breast, and you peek up at her to see her face twisted with pleasure, her eyes already watching you with such hunger.

You keep your eyes on her as your mouth latches onto her nipple, sucking her bud gently. 

“Oh,” she gasps, feeling her body jolt under you.

Your tongue swirls around her nipple, your other hand massaging her other breast.

“Feels good,” she moans, panting with the way you’re pleasing her.

You hum in response, enjoying the way she squirms under you. You give the same treatment to her other breast, doing the same thing with your tongue and soft whines come out of her.

Once you’re done, you go back up to kiss her lovingly, your heart bursting with happiness as she lets you take control of her.

Soft hands cup your jaw, a sigh falling from her lips into yours. You take her hands in yours, tenderly kissing them both before pinning them above her head with one hand.

You sit back and take your gaze over her exposed, vulnerable body, your bare cunt heating in arousal as it makes contact with her abdomen. “You’re beautiful.”

She is beautiful. So astonishingly beautiful. You’re the only one who can see her like this, completely under your control. Her face turns red, and her hands wriggle in your grip. 

You feel her hips roll up to you, and you whine at the feeling of her rubbing against your cunt. You start to rock your hips against her, exhaling in ecstasy that makes your head throw back and close your eyes at the contact. It’s cute that she’s mimicking what you do to her.

She breaks out of your hand to grab your waist, squeezing and pushing her hips harder up to you. 

“Mikasa,” you gasp, your hands bracing against her chest to stabilize yourself with the force of her movements.

“Feels good?” she grunts, smirking at you but in awe of you fucking yourself on her stomach.

“Yes,” you moan, your grip tightening on her breasts that you didn’t know you were grabbing. She moans at you, moving your hips faster into her.

You feel a familiar jolt in your cunt, the friction between your thighs taking control of you. It feels so good, she fucks you so good it leaves you a moaning mess. You’re gasping, completely driven insane by her momentum, of her moans that lead you higher and higher.

“Oh… Mikasa… k - keep going,” you whine, feeling your clit rub deliciously against her skin. You feel heat build in your core, your moans getting higher and louder as you chase your high. You arch your back as you’re completely engulfed in pleasure, her name endlessly eliciting from you.

“Mikasa, I’m… coming,” you cry out, and your high hits you so hard that your whole body jerks forward as waves of pleasure wash throughout your body, making loud, lewd moans come out. She stops once your body stills, and you feel your cream drip down to her stomach. You catch your breath, closing your eyes since you’re still dazed from your overwhelming orgasm.  

“What… what happened?” Mikasa voices, and you snap your focus back onto her, relaxing your grip on her chest and you wince with how your hands feel stiff. You look at her, but she doesn’t seem panicked or concerned; her eyes are dark with arousal, biting her lip at you with interest. You remember she probably hasn’t even had an orgasm before.

“Oh… right,” you say weakly, embarrassed with how confusing your orgasm might have looked. “That was an orgasm.”

When she raises an eyebrow at you to question again, you answer for her. “When, um… when you feel really good, good enough that you feel this pressure of heat build in you, it makes you reach your climax and you release. That’s what… coming means.”

You feel funny saying that to a grown woman.

She stares at you for a moment before bluntly saying, “make me do it.”

You blink at her, slightly surprised by her command. Eagerly, you sink down her body and tug down her panties, ignoring the uncomfortable sticky substance between your thighs. Once they’re off, you exhale at the picture of her naked body. She looks at you impatiently, and you can see arousal leaking from her pussy.

You snicker, feeling smug as you say, “you’re already wet.”

Puzzled, she tilts her head at you. Cute.

“When you’re sexually aroused, you get wet… or to say it scientifically, females typically release this lubrication to help with friction,” you explain, your heart warming at how wholesome this moment seems.

She nods her head in understanding. “Oh…”

Her face turns a deep red as if she just noticed that she’s wet because of you. You giggle at her, placing your hands on her inner thighs and gliding them up and down the length of her femur.

“So you want me to make you come?” you grin at her, bringing her back to her previous command.

“Yeah… I want to feel it,” she admits shyly, and you notice her hips rolling into the bed. Her cunt glistens, the thought of her taste making your mouth water. 

Before you give her what she wants, you want something from her first. “Beg for it.”

It’s most likely the first time that anyone’s ever requested such a thing, making her beg for something she wants. You smile in amusement as her eyebrows furrow at you, hardening her gaze in what you guess is a glare. 

You say nothing, waiting for her to comply. You want to hear Mikasa Ackerman, the strongest woman you know, to beg for you. For you and only you.

You continue to tease her, tracing around her inner thighs, going up to her hips, to her folds. You lean down and kiss her thighs, getting closer and closer to her cunt. She whines, her hands grabbing your hair to try to push you into her pussy, but you tense your head to prevent her from moving you. 

“Please…” she whimpers just barely above a whisper, and you perk up at her in surprise. You asked for it, but you didn’t actually believe that she would. 

“What was that?” you taunt, daring her to show you just how desperate she is.

She groans restlessly, attempting to roll her hips up to your face. “Please make me come…”

It comes out as a plea, this time it’s louder. It’s so hot coming out of Mikasa’s mouth, hot enough for your own cunt to beg for more. That’s enough for you to wrap your arms around her thighs, keeping them spread while you dip your head to her leaking cunt. 

“Fuck!” she cries out as you lick a long stripe along her slit, just barely grazing her clit. You moan at her taste, at her touch on your hair, at the sound of her whines. She makes you want to fuck her until she passes out.

You dig your tongue into her pussy to find her clit, and you lap deeply in her, slowly curling your tongue up and pulling out. She moans your name, gasping, whining, squirming at the way your tongue fucks her. It’s a beautiful sight, you think, that makes the world a beautiful place.

Her face twists with pleasure, her mouth open as whines and moans fall out, her abdomen tense and her back arches off the bed. Her chest pops out, nipples perked and her face is hot, the room is hot. 

You flick your tongue faster into her, making sure to sharply curl it to hit the roof of her clit. She tastes so good. You wish you could taste her like this for the rest of your life. 

“Oh, fuck,” she moans, her fingers tugging at your hair that makes a moan vibrate into her cunt. “It feels… so good.”

Your mouth sucks her clit, bringing one hand up to her pussy and sliding two fingers smoothly into her wet, sopping cunt. She screams your name, and you moan out to her in response, watching her body flex under you.

You pace quickens, your fingers curling up into her and wet noises sound from her pussy. It drives you insane.

Just by the curl of your fingers, you know you’ve hit the right spot when she cries, “Oh!”

Her walls tighten around you, feeling her contract. She’s close. You moan into her again, hearing her whines get higher in pitch. It’s like a song from an angel. 

“I - think I’m…”

With a loud, broken moan of your name, she comes, her head throwing back against the bed as her hips buck into your face, and you continue fucking her through her high and stop when she slows. 

Removing yourself from her, you sit up, the both of you catching your breath. Your chin is wet with her arousal, your tongue relishing the taste of her. You’ve never experienced something more beautiful, more perfect than this. 

You lean over to her, finding her eyes glazed on the ceiling as she recovers. You kiss her gently, cupping her jaw while stroking her cheek with your thumb. You run your thumb over the scar under her right eye, tracing it gently.

“How’d it feel?” you inquire as you break away from her, meeting her eyes dreamily.

“Breathtaking,” she gawks at you, reaching up to kiss you again.

You smile against her lips, chuckling lightly. “I’m glad you learned how to be pleased.”

She cups your jaw with her hands as she pulls away, revealing a genuine, blissful smile. 

“Thank you… I can’t thank you enough,” she flushes, wrapping her hands around your neck.

You say nothing, kissing her to silently say “you’re welcome.”

“Come on, we should get some sleep,” you roll to the side, bringing her chin to meet you in a kiss. 

“Turn over first. I want to hold you,” she murmurs against your lips. You blush, your heart melting at her. You comply, facing away from her. You feel her legs tangle with yours, her arm wrapping delicately around your waist. She kisses the back of your neck. Your cheeks hurt from smiling so much.

“Goodnight, Mikasa,” you whisper, intertwining your hand with hers at your waist.

“Goodnight, my beautiful girl.”

#smut #wlw #shingeki no kyojin #attack on titan #aot smut #aot x reader #mikasa aot #mikasa x female reader #mikasa x reader #mikasa ackerman #virgin mikasa

[euphoricfilter]

Yandere/smut Tae or Yoongi PLS 🥲🥵😵‍💫

the red means i love you:

pairing: yandere! taehyung x yandere! f. reader

genre: fluff || smut || established relationship || non-idol au || yandere

summary: taehyung always knew how to cheer you up.

word count: 1.3k

tags/ warnings: murder and blood, consumption of said blood, very very morally wrong ending/brief descriptions of a dead body, smut in the forms of: public sex, exhibitionism, unprotected sex (this is fiction, don't be stupid), squirting, creampie, mild cum play

notes: drabble game is closed <3 i think i'm slowly figuring out how to write such short smut scenes... maybe, i had to cut some of the good bits out :')

☆ this is definitely one of the more morally grey drabbles (mostly the ending) i've done so far, so please check the tags before reading!!

drabble masterlist || my main masterlist

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Taehyung was beyond an ordinary being. Crafted by hands made of gold, wired by a brain as fucked up as his own. The same gentle fingers that had moulded your brain from the depths of hell, all the little things that make us the wrong kind of human, programmed into your entities. 

Maybe you’d been designed for Taehyung, understanding his kind of love just as he understands yours. Two shattered souls finding their broken half, because surely if the both of you were insane alone, together you’re nothing but normal.  

Every dip in Taehyung’s skin and impurity in his design is utterly perfect in your eyes. Truly a god among humans. A love so raw, you find yourself toeing the line of mania; small things throwing you to the edge. Heart shattered during the moments apart, or suffocating hate for every other human he interacts with.

Now, Taehyung was perfect. He could pull off any colour, face ethereal, proportions unmatched; but you’d always felt he’d looked best in red. 

White button-up tainted, stained with the blood of a woman whose name neither of you know; will never know. 

Your thighs clench as Taehyung wipes his bloodied hands over his slacks, smearing the red further up his wrists, trailing his honeyed skin like a snake. 

Really it was her own fault, sauntering up to your table like you weren’t sitting there; like Taehyung wasn’t clearly taken. As if the ring on his finger, and eyes that belonged to you weren’t enough of a clue that he wasn’t interested in her lame attempts at seduction. 

You hadn’t been happy, understandably so. Bitter, ugly jealousy consuming your mind. Petty in the way you’d turned your head when he’d tried to talk to you, or brushing him off as he’d tried to feed you your favourite dessert. Taehyung’s lucky he knows how to brighten your mood, never one to shy away from pulling you into an alleyway beside the bar, whore of a woman taking his invitation for a good time. A shame really, when only you and Tae seem to ever find unbridled excitement from what happens after that.

Ever the sadist, your panties had slicked up deliciously at her muffled screams. 

“You’re ever so pretty” you sigh, Taehyung’s fingers digging into your jaw, sticky blood smearing across your skin. 

“I was just about to say the same thing about you, my love” he hums, plush lips skimming over the shell of your ear. 

A moan catches in the back of your throat as a stray hand grabs onto the meat of your ass, your lover’s straining cock pressed up against your lower stomach. 

“Need you, Tae” you whimper, rubbing your cheek a little further into his palm. 

He groans as you cup his bulge, gravelly in a way that has another pitiful flush of slick spilling into your panties. 

Impatient, you tug haphazardly at his belt. 

“Let me take care of you” he murmurs, slipping his thumb into your mouth, metallic tang of blood coating your tongue. 

Your legs fall open a little wider as a curious hand wanders up your skirt, nails scratching over your lacy panties. He wastes no time, tugging the crotch to the side, lips quirking up as he runs a finger through your sodden folds. 

“So wet, my love. All for me?” 

You nod, hands wandering under his shirt, nails digging into whatever skin you can hold. Lines of raw red love sure to paint his skin, a reminder that he is only ever to be yours. Dull ache of your nails on his skin sending arousal straight to his cock.

Taehyung’s lips press against your jaw, breath tickling your bare skin as he runs his tongue over your neck, working his way down your chest; tugging your blouse down below the swell of your breasts, the prettiest little canvas. 

Purple flowers bloom from your skin, Taehyung’s favourite kind of art that he spends painting each morning, your skin is always that little bit tender from his lips. 

You’re pushed against the concrete wall, back arching as the cold sinks into your bones.

Slicked-up fingers brush over your clit causing your hips to buck. 

“Turn around for me, my love” Taehyung pats your ass, tongue wetting his bottom lip when you do as told, fingers grasping the hem of your skirt. You tug it up around your waist, arching your back enough for Taehyung to get a glimpse of your slick-stained panties and sodden folds. 

“Good girl” he croons, fingers digging into the flesh of your asscheeks. 

The corners of your lips tug up when the click of his belt echoes off the walls of the alleyway, your pussy clenching around nothing as you’re reminded of where you are; world passing by, barely concealed. 

You sigh when Taehyung pulls the crotch of your panties to the side over your ass, blunt cockhead running through your folds. Your knees buckle as the tip nudges your clit, electric pleasure thrumming down your body. 

“Inside, Tae” you rock backwards, slicking his cock up further before he’s grabbing it at the base, impatient as he sinks into you. 

You moan, arousal leaking out of your pussy, leaving the inside of your thighs shiny. 

“So deep” you sigh, hand reaching back to hold Taehyung’s waist, helping him sink further into you. 

Taehyung groans, hands falling to hold your waist as he pulls back, only briefly before he’s rocking back into you. 

You quiver, fingers digging into the wall, delicate skin flaring red as Taehyung starts to pick up the pace. Guttural groan rivalled by the lewd squelch of your cunt. 

“Harder” you whine, selfish in your own pleasure as you rub your clit, hurdling towards your orgasm. 

You hear a group of people laughing, footsteps pattering louder and louder, Taehyung unashamed as he grunts, hips smacking against your ass leaving it red; leaving his claim. 

“Fuck–” he cries, “Cum for me, come on” a hand slithers round the front of your body, deft fingers snaking under the band of your bra, delicious pleasure sending you over the edge as he tugs at one of your nipples. 

Your thighs shake as you continue to thrum over your clit, body bending just enough for Taehyung’s cock to hit a sweet spot; a rush of wetness splashing against the wall. Rather, you grind your clit onto the palm of your hand, pitiful dribble wetting your thighs further as your orgasm ebbs away. 

“Fucking hell” Taehyung groans, cock twitching. 

His hand travels down the front of your body, thumbing over your clit before he’s rubbing your own watery cum into the meat of your thighs. 

“Cum Tae” you whine weakly, bordering jittery overstimulation. 

He punches back into you one more time, holding you to his chest by the weak hold he has over your pubic bone. And then he cums; thick ropes of seed soothing your insides as he gently rocks back into you. 

“So good” his head falls onto your shoulder, half-limp cock slipping out of you as he staggers back slightly. 

Your mouth falls open at the dribble of thick cum that trickles down your thighs, a breathy whimper falling off your tongue when Taehyung scoops it up, fingering it back into your pussy. 

He pulls your panties back over your hole, arm slipping around your waist to hold you up as he tugs your skirt back into place. 

“No~” you whine, “You got blood on my favourite blouse” you gape at the handprints that have seeped into the material. 

“I’ll buy you a new one, baby” he frowns, kissing your cheek, then your lips, “but first, we need to finish a little job” 

Your gaze flicks to the corpse, the poor woman is probably cold by now; the night was bitter after all.

Her blood had seeped into the crevices of the pavement, horror on her face artistic, haunting even, in the dull streetlights. 

“Have I ever told you how much I love you in red?” you turn to Taehyung, tongue wetting your bottom lip. 

“All the time, my love. You look just as enthralling” he smudges the blood on your cheek, lips pressing a chaste kiss to your lips; smudged red. Maybe with blood, maybe with lipstick. He isn’t sure, though he thinks it suits you.

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Ch 420 leaks -some reactions

As someone who loved the 3 baka storyline in Vigilante and had Aizawa as a big favourite, I feel pretty sad with how Hori checked this whole thing off in 5 pages.

I was hoping more would come into play from Oboro's / Kurogiri's perspective - the interplay between his memories of being friends with Aizawa and Mic and Kurogiri's genuine care for Tomura could have been more compelling than this...

The messy flashback - other flashback - offscreened fight - present reminds me of Mirio's comeback in the PLF War and those 3 horrible chapters where good potential storylines were all cut short in a haste to wrap everything up.

How is Death Arms back in the main fortress? Last time he was at the stuck evacuation pod at Gunga...

The entire Gashly fight being offscreened - lol. Ryukyu is officially the worst treated pro of the whole story. Didn't even get a panel.

Lol at Deku's arms - and everyone who thought it might last rather than being another fake-out to sell edgy merch.

Eri being a mutilated magic rhino is pretty sickening though, and one more quirk that just does whatever now. (Why did Overhaul bother with her blood and quirk factor, when he could have just cut off her horn and use it as emergency syringe?)

The entire power system of the story has fallen apart with quirks just doing whatever.

At least we are safe from the "Eri rewinds the villains to their little kid selves" ending... To mention an upside I guess...

Otherwise, yes, it's an everyone shows up ending - other than the kids already shown, we see also Gang Orca and Burnin' coming through the portal (pretty sure Dabi didn't kill the Endeavor sidekicks).

Momo and Kaminari being there - I hope Hori will give them more than a panel each, but I'm not holding my breath too much.

Mineta being there means Gunga is in play, so I expect Iida, Kirishima, Jirou, Tsuyu, etc. to join as well.

I think the interesting part will be the arrival of the power-up brigade -> Aoyama, Mina, (Uraraka?), Bakugou probably as the cherry on top just in time to hold Deku's regrown hands.

I also think Shoto will come eventually either with his family or alone as Endeavor chooses to stay behind with Toya. I also wouldn't be surprised to see him getting a quirk awakening from absorbing Toya's Phosphor. But mostly once things get bad - so he can be reassuring hero. Hopefully that moment won't be rushed like the Aizawa one.

I'm really hoping that Toya, Toga and Spinner will also come to help Tomura/Tenko to see that the heroes are in the saving business and his allies have survived. I think seeing them fight side by side with the heroes would be a satisfying pay-off for Shoto's and Ochako's efforts rather than being side-quests.

So my two big wishes: Todoroki family combo and Origin Trio combo are back on the cards.

But this chapter, ngl was pretty bad / messy.

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[brilyyy]

Romance (Alastor x Angel) 1/3

Seeing all of Hazbin Alastor fics out there I had to throw my hat in the ring. I love a slutty Al, but I wanted to lean more into him being a fucked up guy ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Got a little out of control and now I have to split it up into multiple parts, oops.

Anyways here's part one, hope you enjoy!

story warnings - language, light smut, horror

It was a rare quiet night at the hotel, and even rarer, Alastor found himself sitting at the bar chatting with Husk. Husker wasn't sure what the hell had come over him, but it was highly interesting to see the fearsome demon being so nostalgic. He'd sauntered into the room fixing his cuffs and humming an old tune which he transferred to the radio in the room. Leaning on the bar, he'd greeted Husk as an old friend and asked for a two finger pour of rye as he settled onto a stool. Husk had been skeptical and originally scoffed at the demon telling him to fuck off, but Alastor had proved to simply be talkative and on, what Husk shuddered to realize, was his best behavior. With the jazz softly playing from the glowing green radio, Husker managed a deep chuckle as Alastor finished his second drink. He was delighted to see that, from what he could tell, Al was a bit tipsy. He poured off another double as Angel burst into the room yawning and making his usual loud entrance.

"Aaahhh fuck me, daddy, whata rough night!" Husk rolled his eyes. Not looking forward to having his feathers ruffled, he started getting Angel's post work black out beverage ready hoping that would keep him off his back. "When Val fixates on somthin' he really goes all in." Angel sat delicately on the stool and grabbed for the drink Husk slid him, flitting his fingers over Husk's claws and staring him in the eye "you ever hearda fistin?" Angel purred cocking his brow and smiling his toothy grin at the fallen overlord. Husk pinched his face in disgust and slammed the bottle in his hand on the bar. "That's fuckin it! I've had to listen to his psychotic rambling all night and I'm sure as shit not dealing with your bullshit now too. Make your own drinks I'm fuckin' outta here..." Husk swiped a bottle of gin and wandered off down the hall, flipping the pair off as he took a large swig from the bottle.

"Boooo! You're no fun!" Angel yelled after him. He pouted for a second, his favorite play thing slamming the bedroom door, but then he remembered he wasn't the only one left at the bar alone. "Well, well, well," Angel sighed, shifting his attention to the demon sitting at the other end of the bar "Guess that just leaves you an' me." Alastor peered at him from the corner of his eye, shockingly casual, resting his cheek against his left palm while his right kept a loose but firm hold on the crystal tumbler in his hand. 

His eyes were more relaxed than Angel had ever seen, and his usual sickly grin was replaced with a lazy smile, a chuckle sitting on his lips. "You really know how to clear a room, my fine fellow." Alastor snickered into his glass. A frown quickly crossed Angels face as he took a long drink from the cocktail Husk had made before leaving, but he was enjoying himself and quickly grinned leaning in closer. "Maybe I just wanted ta be alone with you, doll face..." He turned towards the Radio Demon crossing his legs and leaning an elbow over the bar, opening his body and rolling a finger around the rim of his own drink. Alastor quirked a brow and chuckled again "Is that so?" He grinned wide, staring wistfully at the bottles lining the back of the bar "I think you’ll find I have a very….” He looked into his glass of rye “particular type." the demon chuckled darkly and took another drink from his glass, smiling fondly at the tumbler as he set it back down on the bar. 

Not one to be rejected and emboldened by booze, Angel downed the rest of his drink and stood up, he marched over to the demon and kicking his leg over Alastor's head, rest it on the demon’s shoulder. Sliding himself onto his lap, Angel pressed his groin down on top of Alastor's letting out a gentle moan. The deer demon looked down and then up into Angel's pink eyes with his own smoldering red, smiling wider than Angel had seen all night. “Is that you saying you don’t want me?” Angel asked softly, tilting his head to the side and lowering his eyes coyly, playing with Alastor's lapels with one pair of arms and toying with the hair at his neck with the other. The deers ear twitched and he wrapped his claws around Angels hips, digging his fingers into his sides while lifting him off of his lap, placing him onto the bar.

Leaning in, Alastor stood from his seat and kept one hand on Angel's hip while grabbing the rest of his whiskey from behind him. Angel watched as the overlord closed his eyes and swallowed the last of his drink. Letting out a content sigh, Alastor stared down at his own hand, thumb lazily rubbing circles onto Angel's hip, sending chills through the spiders body "No mon chere," he cooed, leaning closer to Angel's face, tilting his to ghost over the curve of his cheek with his own, he drew a gasp from Angel "It's a warning." he smirked as he leaned in almost touching Angel with his lips. He chuckled dark and low against Angel's neck, causing him to shudder and Alastor to tumble into a rolling manic laughter as he began to fade into wisps of black smoke. The black tendrils of smoke floated through the floor, as his form faded he cackled and dissipated into nothing, leaving Angel sitting alone on the bar, Alastor's laugh echoing in the halls. 

Angel let out a breath he didn't even realize he was holding, what the fuck was that? How did he survive that act of sheer idiocy and... Did... Did Alastor really just flirt back?? "There's no way..." Angel mumbled to himself, but he couldn't stop thinking about Alastor's thumb, caressing him and how close he was to his face, the smell of whiskey on his breath drifting across Angel’s face with every word he spoke… Mon Chere... Angel blushed and shivered, whatever that was it had to have been a fluke. Or was it more? He figured he would grab a bottle and further mull this over in his room, he was a bit worked up after whatever THAT was. He scoffed and laughed to himself, he seriously never thought he would be rushing to his bedroom to keep thinking about that red and black lunatic, but there was something different about Alastor tonight, and it piqued Angel's curiosity.

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Angel’s fingers drunkenly danced along the walls as he lazily walked towards his room. He took a long drink from the bottle he’d grabbed from the bar and rest his body against the wall thinking back to earlier with Alastor. He could still feel where he had grabbed him, could still feel the warmth of his body underneath him. Angel drunkenly looked down the hall, his bedroom was just across the way where he planned on running his hands all over his body pretending they were someone else's, but Alastor’s room was only a couple of doors down… he remembered the horned demon not saying no when Angel offered himself, just giving a warning. “Ha!” He laughed out loud, no offense but after everything he’d been through with Val, Angel was pretty sure he could handle whatever weird kink Alastor had. “Could be hot.” Angel smirked as he took another long drink from the bottle and sauntered down the hall. 

Standing at Alastor's door filled him with a sense of dread. It was somehow darker near his room than the others, like the candles didn't dare spread their light too close. He had marched up to the wooden frame resolute on pounding down the door until Alastor let him in, but now all of his courage had disappeared and he was left worrying his lip and wringing his fingers. He took another drink and straightened his clothes, what if he was just fucking with him and didn’t want him here? He seemed pretty inviting before... Angel brought his thumb to his mouth. Chewing on his nail, the sinner stared at the door. “Fuck it.” He decided after a long pause and taking a deep breath, raised his hand to knock on the door.

“Good evening my spidery friend!” Alastor's chipper voice sliced through Angel's anxiety and startled him before he could even strike, sending the bottle crashing to the ground and him tumbling into the door. He quickly straightened himself and spun around eyeing the demon, standing there smug as always. It would have annoyed Angel if he wasn't so invested in the idea of breaking him, "Whatever can I help you with at this hour?" Alastor tilted his head grinning with teeth. Angel put on his best performance, pushing his elbows in to puff up his chest and lowering his eyes. Looking up through dark lashes, "I think we both know what I want...." Angel smirked reaching out towards the demon’s twisted grin. Before he could reach him though, Alastor took a large step in and slammed a hand into the wall next to Angel, startling him and pinning him against the door. His grin looked like a snarl and his breath was ragged, eyes glowing ever so slightly. "Then ask for it my dear." Alastor instructed through the broken static, clearly fighting through a hunger in his voice. Angel shivered at the command, "Fine," he let out a shaky breath and looked Alastor in the eye "I want….” He straighten his back and raised his face defiantly “I want you to fuck me. Do whatever you want to me." Angel blushed at having to say it out loud, he felt his stomach tighten and his mouth go dry, but he looked Alastor in the eye all the same. In a swift motion Alastor leaned back, removing his arm from the wall and placing it behind his back. 

Alastor stood there as usual, signature grin plastered wide on his face, but there was something different behind it, something feral. The hallway felt colder, the shadows were longer and his left eye was flickering - a pupil and then a dial, his right eye was blood red and murderous staring straight into Angel’s. Angel swallowed silently and shifted uncomfortably resting his back against the wooden door. They’d never stood this close before tonight, he could smell him for the first time - a heady mix of cold moss and raging bonfire and… something metallic... bourbon? No... stale blood. The realization made him shiver. Just as he was about to speak the radio demon chuckled deep and low. “Alright then,” The demon took a large step forward immediately invading Angels space and leaving only a hairs width between them “If you insist.” No static, no act - only Alastor’s dark caramel voice dripping from his fangs.

Angels eye popped wide in his surprise. 

Being completely honest he never thought he would get this far, he didn’t have a clue what a night with Alastor would entail, though his body desperately wanted to be under his. Realistically he was a bit scared, but in too deep to back out now. As quickly as he could manage, his shock became smug and he gathered his bravado enough to smile back, “Ha! ‘bout time. I was beginning ta wonder if you even had a dick at all.” Angel smirked and tried to read Alastor’s face to see if his goading was working, but as usual he was impossible to read. Nothing changed on his sinister face, but he did notice that Alastor's antlers had grown.

Instead of the smaller, often hard to see through his hair pair, they were now a full set of towering sharp antlers, like a twisted crown. Other than his horns he was still standing there, hands behind his back, staff in hand, smiling. It intimidated Angel but he doubled down, “Ain’t ya goin’ to sweep me off my feet, and ravage me proper, Daddy?”  Angel pouted placing a set of hands on his hips and rubbing his chest with the other, running his hands down his chest he began to slowly peel off his jacket, looking coyly at the buck.This pulled another low and terrifying chuckle from the Radio Demon. It would be sexy if there wasn’t something deadly laced in his laugh, like a sinister melody that stoked a burning fire deep in Angels stomach, and a fear. “No no, after you my darling. After all,” he leaned in, suddenly closer if possible, Alastor’s lips lightly brushing the back of Angels cheek, his breath tickling the fur on his neck, the static and cheery tone gone from his voice, now only a gentle purr “I love a good show from any angle.” 

A deep shiver ran through Angels body. He noticed Alastor was now further back, studying him. The grin had turned into a smirk, and his eyes were soft. His flickering eye has stopped, though the dial has stayed and his antlers now glowed wistfully with his acid green magic. His eyes slowly dance over Angels curves, finally meeting his in a dare. Angel couldn’t look away, he’s enthralled, scared, but the fire has burned into an inferno deep in his stomach and he can feel an ache to be touched, to be filled. Accepting the dare in Alastor’s eyes, he turned around slowly, rubbing his body on the door, grinding his hips and caressing the frame, if its a show he wants a show he’ll get. Angel gazed back over his shoulder, two hands rubbing the wood of the door, two hands toying with the hem of his shirt, slowly pulling it up as he watched the radio demon stare. Alastor's eyes were now both glowing red dials, his antlers had grown darker, larger and more threatening. A cold fog filled the hallway and Angel could see his thick shadow tentacles reaching and crawling on the wall behind him. Writhing, slowly inching towards him from where the radio demon stood, hands behind his back, staff in hand, smiling that terrible sickening, stitched smile.

Angel looked away letting out a shuddering breath, he slowly reached for the doorknob with a shaking hand, he was beyond touch starved and needed to have Alastor's sharp hands on his body now. Angel blushed into the door, embarrassed to be panting and undone like this in front of the demon, but he couldn’t help that he melts under his stare. He can’t help that he wants to fuck that smile off his face and see his mouth twisted in a panting, begging, sweating mess. His mouth… with a ragged breath he twisted the brass knob and looked back one last time to make sure this wasn’t a joke - pink eyes meet red, burning red, dripping fangs with a bright sickening green glow from behind the fog. “Fuck” angel breathes, and turned around, facing Alastor with a half lidded smirk, he pulled off his shirt and tossed it to the side, throwing himself back into the door as it swung open, into Alastor's bedroom.

Except he isn’t in a bedroom. Immediately, as Angel crossed the threshold into Alastor’s room, everything disappeared as if a light had been turned off and now he was alone, standing in the middle of a forest. His eyes darted around, begging to find something familiar, but there was no hallway, no bed, no door, no Alastor. Just Angel, standing alone in a small muddy thicket of trees near a clearing, shirtless. He could hear birds and It was bright out, maybe twilight? Dawn? He couldn’t tell, fuck he didn’t even know what the hell was going on. His body was still on fire from just a second ago and now he was alone, in the middle of some forest, at some time of day, horny and confused. He blinked and then sneered “Arggghhh FUCK!” Angel threw his arms up and kicked angrily at a pile of leaves “FUCK YOU ALASTOR!!” He screamed with all of his body into the trees. Save for the sound of birds chirping in the distance and the sounds of his own panting, there was no reply, no echo, not even rustling in the leaves. Moments passed, Angel’s panting slowed and eventually he caught his breath, but his frustration was slowly starting to turn into unease. He had no idea where he was and no idea how to find out. 

“You still can my boy!” 

Angel jumped, Alastor's signature chipper voice broke through the silence of the forest from behind him, but when he turned around he didn’t see anyone. “WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON ALASTOR? WHERE THE FUCK AM I?” He screamed, eyes darting from tree to tree, spinning and trying to see where he was. “Over here my darling!” Angel walked forward a ways through bushes and over stones until finally his eyes landed on a twisted old tree, gnarled wood reaching out at grotesque angles, bare of any leaves. Its twisted veining bark was black and gray, a millipede crawling from one knot in the wood to another, a skull of some small animal at the base of its roots. “Hellooo? Is this thing on?” Angels eyes darted up the tree to a small mantle radio. It was old like all of Alastor's radios, this one looked like it was some sort of cherry wood with brass filigree. It’d been stuffed into a roughly gouged out hole in the tree, gaps filled with twigs and leaves, sewn into the tree through the bark with thick sinewy thread. Demonic symbols carved into the surrounding wood glowed with Alastor’s vermillion magic.

“What the fuck is going on?!” Angel screamed, fear sneaking into his voice.

“I know you’re any easy catch, but I tend to be a bit of a hopeless romantic myself,” the radio blared, Angel frowned. “And nothing gets the blood pumping more than a romantic hunt!” Alastor chirped through the static. Angel crossed all of his arms throughly annoyed, “You mean a romantic chase?” 

“But of course! What did I say?” Angel rolled his eyes as the radio continued

“Now I’ll hide and you seek, I do so LOVE the chase!” Another dark rolling chuckle comes from the demon as the broadcast ends, Alastor's manic laughter filling the forest with a unholy echo as the green glow from the symbols faded, leaving nothing but scarred gray wood and silence.

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[sw-33-ts-stuff]

One Thing

Wednesday X Reader

Part 4

Enid POV

It's been a week since both Y/n and Wednesday have spoken. While usually normal something about it just felt extra weird.

Every time Wednesday would enter the room Y/n would make herself scarce. Whether it was the balcony or the Quad, she made sure she was never in her sight.

And Wednesday seemed off somehow, angrier than usual.

It sucks considering they seemed to mesh pretty well. I would've thought they'd have become besties and I would end up being jealous but happy Wednesday made a new friend on her own.

I walked into our dorm determined, slamming the door open as Thing jumped up from my Cosmo magazine.

"Spill." As he aggressively signed his version of events I sighed.

"God Wednesday." I rolled my eyes.

Of course, she'd be rude and of course, because Y/n is still new she wasn't used to Wednesday's less than orthodox way of becoming friends.

That still didn't explain Wednesdays behavior and I doubt Y/n would let just one thing get to her....

Wednesday POV

I played my cello the music drowning out my thoughts as I felt the strings between my fingers.

Using the notes to drown out the the thoughts of Y/n.

I tried to wash away the thoughts of her hair and her eyes.

I tried to not think about her scent and how it always lingered no matter how quickly she'd try to get away from me.

I tried not to think about how she had read some of my favorite novels and seemed to hold some of the same interests I had.

I tried not to think about the silent conversations she would hold with Thing in the dead of night as she'd fail to find sleep for the fourth time in a row.

A hand closing my music sheets interrupted me.

I glared at the culprit finding Enid standing next to me slightly shrinking but holding her ground.

I almost respected her for it.

Almost.

"What?" She scoffed.

"You've been more of an asshole than usual lately and I want to know why." I raised an eyebrow at her going to open my notebook again.

"Wednesday! Even Xavier has been too scared to do his usual flirting. So either you tell me what's wrong or I leak the photos from this summer when you let me style you for a day."

I felt myself grow nauseous remembering that day. Enid's sense of style was truly something else and if anyone were to see those photos I'd have to kill them.

I put the bow down. "What makes you think something is wrong with me?"

"You mean besides the fact you've been an angrier than usual gremlin for almost a week?"

I quirked an eyebrow at the girl.

"You've been playing your cello every night like a mad man, tossed out more pages than usual when writing your novel and you almost broke Bianca's arm while fencing yesterday."

"I'm failing to see how any of that is an issue for you." She huffed.

"Wednesday!" She said exasperated.

We both heard a creek seeing Y/n about to step out piano under her arm.

"Uh sorry for interrupting."I glanced up to find her eyes catching mine for a moment before dropping again. I must have sat there for longer than expected because I turned to find Enid staring at me oddly.

"What?" I gritted out.

She squinted her eyes at me saying nothing else. She looked to where Y/n was then back to me. She said nothing more as she walked out.

I huffed now even more annoyed at the unnecessary interruption.

Y/n POV

"Hey Y/n wait up!" I turned to find Enid running up to me.

"I just have a quick question for you." I nodded at the blonde. "Did something happen between you and Wednesday?"

I shrugged. Relaying how it seemed like we were getting along at first but then the sudden cold shoulder. However, between her behavior to her actual friends and my late night talks with Thing this seemed to be her usual behavior.

Her eyes softened as she glanced at my hand seeing the faint scar.

"Are you ok?" I nodded.

"Kent got me good in a match but no worries Xavier's been giving me lessons," I glanced at my watch. "Which I should be going to now."

She nodded. "Good luck."

I got to the gym where Xavier was waiting for me.

"Hey you ready for this?" I nodded placing my helmet on.

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Two hours later and I felt fairly confident that I was now at least adequate when it came to fencing.

Better than Xavier at least.

He had offered to treat me to dinner since our practice ran a little later than usual. As we got to the cafeteria I ran into my brother.

"A little late to be eating right now ain't it sis?" He smirked looking from me to Xavier. I rolled my eyes.

"You're here too, I can ask you the same thing." He shrugged before leaning down to whisper in my ear.

"Don't fool yourself he just wants you for one thing." He hissed as I put my hand on his to burn him.

"Tu perra!" He went to grab me when Xavier stepped in front of him glaring. He turned his stare to me before he straightened up laughing.

"Have fun."  His sarcastic tone not lost on either of us as I felt my appetite subside.

Xavier cleared his throat. "Hey are you ok? Do you still wanna-"

I swallowed the lump in my throat as I felt my brothers words begin to replay themselves in my head.

"Actually I think I'll just head up to my room. Thanks again for your help." He nodded hands in his pockets as he stood in his spot.

"No problem."

I made it to my dorm to find Wednesday typing before slamming her hand on her desk throwing away another piece of paper.

I steered clear and went to lay down.

"Y/n." Her monotone voice sent shivers down my spine. I turned to her, almost black eyes boring into mine. Her brows furrowed.

"What's wrong?"

I chuckled darkly pushing my glasses up.

"What do you care?"

"I don't." Enid came in just then.

"Don't worry Dean Addams had expelled a student earlier today, I requested to take their room so after tonight I'll be out of your hair."

Wednesday POV

Y/n stood from her bed and walked out.

"Wednesday! I asked you one thing! Just try to be nice to Y/n and now she's leaving!"

I shrugged. "Good."

Enid threw her hands up exasperated before going to put her headphones on.

Hopefully her being gone will erase her from my thoughts. The only reason she was even in them was because she was invading my reality but if I were to see her less...

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.

.

"Estudiantes escuchar! I will be assigning you partners for your next project!" I felt my eyes roll the minute my father opened his mouth.

"Addams and Ramirez." My father was going to die a very slow painful death. I grit my teeth as both Elijah and Y/n came next to me. Elijah smirked at me winking and I was sure it hadn't escaped my fathers attention.

"Y/n Ramirez. You will be paired with Bianca, Mr.Ramirez." He nodded smirking.

"She's hot too." My father tried to keep his face neutral but I caught his anger when he went to stroke his mustache. He continued to assign partners as Y/n gently placed her book down and sat in the seat next to me.

A snake was slowly slithering on the table going towards her as she held her hand out. I felt my head tilt slightly seeing as it was Percy, my fathers snake. Percy was volatile as a student had learned the hard way last week. She was obnoxiously chewing gum and he had wrapped around the girls neck until she fainted. I watched as the snake slithered up her arm giving a glimpse of the fresh scar going across her wrist.

He continued his slithering up to her neck but instead of strangling her he began to muzzle his head with hers making her giggle. I felt my dead heart actually beat for a moment. I looked to my father trying to hide my panic as he watched smiling.

"We will start off easy as you will be lab partners for the rest of the semester." I was unable to hold back my groan to this.

"This project is to get to know your partner. You will use a survey and see if there habits are similar to any amphibians or reptiles we will be learning about. It's due next week and you will be able to use your class time to complete it sooner."

Y/n sighed. "You don't like me and that's fine so let's get this over with."

I nodded as Percy began to get comfortable on Y/n getting ready to take a nap.

I cleared my throat. "Question 1 do you prefer areas that are hot and dry or cold and wet?"

Y/n slowly stroked Percy's head as his eyes began to close. "Cold and wet."

I felt my eyebrows raise. "The warmth can suffocate you sometimes." Her eyes held a distant look in them.

I wrote down her answer going to ask the next when Xavier walked up to us.

"Hey are you ok?" I sighed.

"Trying to do an assignment."

He coughed lightly.

"Actually I was talking to Y/n." Her head shot up surprised as she craned her neck to look at at him smiling slightly. I felt a flash of heat stir within me.

"I'm fine thanks." He nodded going to put his hand on hers as I cleared my throat harshly.

"Is there anything else you needed? We're kind of busy." I spoke through clenched teeth. Y/n glanced to me before turning to him.

"Really I'm fine if anything we can just talk at lunch right?"

He nodded turning to leave back to his seat. He looked back around once again wasting our time.

"We still on for practice later?"

She nodded glasses falling slightly down her nose before she pushed them back up.

"Yeah." He smiled FINALLY going to his seat. Had he not gone I would have strangled him.

"Guess it didn't take long for you to get a boyfriend." I muttered.

The girl took a deep breath before speaking.

"I don't see how that's any of your business, so if you don't mind I'd rather finish this sooner than later?" Percy popped up sensing the hostility and went to hiss before seeing me. My father came to our desk.

"How's it going girls?"

"Wonderful." I deadpanned.

Y/n scoffed rolling her eyes. "I'm sorry Señor Addams but seeing as she is your daughter and you know the handful she can be ...would it be ok if I leave class early today?"

My father was stunned.

I glared at the girl next to me.

"I fail to see how I'm the issue when you're too busy flirting with Xavier."

I saw steam begin to rise from her skin as her eyes narrowed. Percy slithered down quickly as my father went to put his hand on hers hissing and shaking it after.

"Girls please calmate."

Y/n stood up quickly grabbing her bag and walking out, the door slamming behind her. A hush fell over the class for a moment before the chatter began again.

My father looked at me.

"What?"

He shook his head laughing. "You truly are my daughter, my little scorpion. Since your partner left you are excused."

I grabbed my things heading back to my room.

I looked out from my balcony to find Y/n pacing in the grass. Throwing her hands up exasperated. I continued to watch her until the bell rang and of course Xavier was there to save the day.

I rolled my eyes wanting to turn away but also wanting to see what they'd do.

I watched him listen to her rant as her hands continued to glow. Xavier went to touch her but she backed away holding her hands up. I felt my ire continue to rise at the sight.

If she wasn't mad would she have let him touch her?

Why did it matter?

I went inside to continue my novel. Viper de La Muerte was far more important than Y/n Ramirez.

Y/n POV

"God she's so fucking infuriating!" Xavier chuckled.

"Yeah Wednesday has that affect on people." He shook his head. "Look how about we spar for a little maybe it'll help get your mind off of it?"

You nodded grabbing your things with one destination in mind.

.

.

You swung the sword with more strength than usual. Wednesday Addams was a cancer that you were hoping to be rid of. As Xavier went to lunge you spun hitting him on his back.

"Impressive." You looked to find the fencing captain Bianca Barclay watching you.

"How about you join us for practice today?" You shrug nodding still pent up from earlier this afternoon.

"Uh Y/n?" Xavier tapped your shoulder. You turn to him to see him pointing. You follow his finger only to find Wednesday Addams standing in her all black uniform.

She couldn't let you have one thing.

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[anxiously-sidequesting]

Sorry I won't shut up but another idea that I had for Wizard101, and it's more of a fun little cutesy thing rather than an actual important lore expansion thing or a useful new feature thing, is that I just REAAALLY wish that the different magic schools had more interesting and unique traits that corresponded with The Wizard's own school

Like, instead of just "different schools have different spells", wouldn't it be super fucking awesome if your wizard had little quirks and different abilities depending on what school you were in? Like in my personal headcanon, your wizard's primary school typically is the school that your own soul resonates with the most (explaining power pips and how they're more effective and powerful with your own school magic vs. your secondary magic), and your secondary magic is the school that the wizard chooses for themselves if they want to study more than just the magic track they naturally fit into.

Like isn't that interesting???? Remember before you even get to play the game, there's that book that decides which school you get into and the different traits each magic school had??? Remember how Diviners are naturally just excel at building and inventing shit? You remember that????? I sure as shit don't remember what the hell the other schools do!!!!

I wish the game just promoted that more. Even if it doesn't really affect the plot or how characters interact with you, it would be really cool if it was acknowledged more than once how each school is special in its own unique way, y'know other than the generic "diviners fizzle too much" or "pyromancers do damage over time" like that shit is so boring. Give me more interesting things to experience with my wizard. I want Life wizards to have fucking sprouts growing out of their thumbs or smth idc. Fuck it, let's have Balance wizards be extremely flexible and have a good sense of direction or some weird shit like that. Why not have Myth wizards being the only people that can make furniture talk to you. Like I literally don't care how weird it is, I'm so tired of the spell casting noises being the only cool and interesting factor that makes each school different in an imaginative way

#ive been seeing posts around like 'these wizards should be able to see these things while others cant' #AND I LOVE THAT SHIT #im gonna reblog those so you can see #also just like send me an ask about your wizard school headcanons if you want i will eat that shit up #i even have my own if anyone cares or wants to see #eh whatever ill post it anyway LOL im bursting with creativity #also btw im not like actually mad or anything LMAO i just really wish this were a thing #wizard101 #w101

[divineerdrick]

Homestuck: Beyond Cannon January Upd8

Back to our cool boy! Look at him! Look at those buck teeth! Such serious feels~

"As a well-know bard (NOT THAT ONE) . . ." XD I don't know if they're planning on doing anything with this, but Homestuck trained me to pay attention anytime I see color, particularly colors grouped together.

Also, I'm sure I'm missing references in some of the discarded costume/fashion pieces.

Okay. Now I know you're playing on my nostalgia! A bunny in a box is just a little on the nose.

Wait . . . why did the narration slip into Vriska's quirk?

Oh . . .

Oh no . . .

Let's put a pin in that and keep reading . . .

Dammit . . . take my nostalgia and twist like that? Mean . . .

"You begin to feel some pangs of nostalgia . . ."

Hah! See! They know exactly what they're doing!

"Sheriff Dry Hops!" XD

"You have a feeling it's going to be a long day."

Okay . . . I can't decide if laying it on this thick is hilarious, annoying, or, in proper Homestuck fashion, both!

Okay. I'm not even going to point out all these call backs at this point.

Yeah, um, Harry? I really don't think you get how much of a bad idea this might be. You're lucky if all that is happening is your messages aren't getting sent.

Hmm . . . Vrissy's attitude towards Vriska is interesting. It's clear she's not enamored or hero worshipping, she still very much wants to be her own person. But she still seems to be buying into Vriska's legend quite a bit.

Actually, it's interesting the references to the legends in these conversations. It can be hard to remember, from our perspective as readers for whom these were our beloved kids, that these characters are literal gods. They are venerated and even worshipped by the people of Earth C. Even our new set of kids, who were raised by them, can't help but grow up in their shadow. I hope they play more with that and the effect it has to have had on their development.

Oh! And we have a cliffhanger. Something is glowing red and ominous and has taken the kids by surprise.

My first idea is that I'm wondering if they've met Yiffy. We still don't know much about her past, other than that she was totally not taking any of Jane's shit. She seemed relieved to see her moms, but that doesn't mean thing are hunky dory there.

What else can be on that ship? Well it's possible Jane might have made a move, and they've got foes to face. It's also possible that one of or the collective moms are very much not happy, and this is their red-hot anger. I don't think this has anything to do with Karkat, it's the wrong red.

And, of course, since it's a new team with new ideas, this could be the introduction of a new concept, character, or other plot element.

Now! Back to that pin!

So one of the themes of post canon Homestuck is controlling the narrative, often depicted literally. The Epilogues were a battle in miniature between Dead Tier Calliope and Dirk. There was also a long running, unconfirmed theory that our Calliope might have been writing, intentionally or not, the Candy Timeline.

Now Dead Tier Calliope has supposedly sealed off the Candy Timeline and trapped it within her black hole. It is, in theory, beyond the reach of anyone's influence in the Meat Timeline.

But who else has been shown previously to be able to control the narrative? Who has demonstrated the power to wrench control away from the author, even when he's trying to scorn her, and bring it back to her. Who's classpect literally describes her tendency to "steal the spotlight."

And who is now running amok in the Candy Timeline, with the impression it's a fake universe she doesn't have to care about. A universe just waiting for someone to manipulate and play with it like prey in her web.

This could be bad . . .

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[channieandhisgoonsquad]

Unplanned Events (Part Three)

Word Count: 2365

Warnings: Suggestive comments, mention of weight concerns

Comments: Honestly, why am I always posting more when I'm tipsy?? What does that say about me? Anyways, enjoy this next chunk. It's twice as much as the last two. <3

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Han looped his arm with yours with a shiver. A big gust had made its way through the park and both of you hoped for it to lessen within the crowded sky scrapers. “You must be freezing. Where is your jacket?”

The two of you walked in tandem with IG#1 and #2 following a few meters behind. You were finally getting a little more comfortable with your current situation, until you processed how close your favorite person was to you. You couldn’t feel much of him through his black puffer jacket, but knowing his head was not even two feet away if you looked to your right had you so nervous you felt like you’d vomit.

Nonetheless, you tried to seem cool with it all as you pulled out your Iphone and turned on Pokemon Go to see what interesting creatures were nearby, “I’m wearing my coat, dude. This flannel is the right amount of fuzzy on the inside and keeps me warm all wint- Oh! A Stufful. Fuck yeah!”

You felt the eye roll he sent your way before he looked at your screen, “Oh nooo… not you too! Channie-hyung hasn’t stopped playing that since we landed in the US. He’s been looking for a shiny Charmander forever.” He sighed too loud for such a small thing. Always so dramatic.

“Maybe we should meet up with Chris so I can show him mine.” I quirked one brow up and chanced a glance at the blonde haired man that was already glaring at you. You threw in a wink for safe measure.

He pouted back at you, “No way. This is my time and I don’t need him stealing you away from me.” He huffed and frowned with so much emphasis you swore he was gonna pull a face muscle or something.

“Is Han Jisung jealous?” You gasped as you nudged him with your linked arm.

“I love him, I do. But, the man gets enough attention from pretty women with those muscles of his. I want my chance sometimes, too.” You felt for him. The same could be said about skinny tanned skinned women. American standards don't fit you in most ways.

You squeezed his linked arm with your other hand. “Muscles aren’t everything, Hannie. I think you are perfect the way you are. You are the cutest quokka to’ve ever quaked.”.

“Don’t compliment me too much, I’ll start to think that you’re trying to get me to kiss you.” He puckered up for a second before you swatted his chest with your unlinked hand. The expression was immediately replaced with his signature toothy grin.

“You wish. To both of those.” Your eyeroll returned to show how unimpressed you were with him. Yet, you were back to doing backflips while screaming in your mind just thinking about his sweet lips touching you.

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After another ten minutes of loud banter and a million broken English questions later, your rag-tag squad reached the kiosk in the building you were looking for. Han’s English was definitely improving, but when he read ‘SkyDeck” he could not figure out what it meant.

IG#2 purchased all four of your tickets, even though you insisted on paying for yourself. Maybe it was the language barrier, or maybe he just didn’t care what you wanted. 

The lady behind the counter led you all onto an elevator, scanned her badge, pressed a big arrow up, and walked back out with a curt "Enjoy.". A video started playing and you all paid close attention to the description of the event you all paid for. And, just then, you heard a tiny gasp to your side.

You looked at the most handsome man that was still linking arms with you. His hair was brushed up into his ball cap, but you could tell he really wanted to go through the motions of brushing it out of his face. The small "o" gave everything. Pretty sure Jisung just put two and two together.

“y/n… why does it say it’s going to take us one minute to get to our destination?”

“I mean, I think you know why.”

“OH no. oh no. oh no… oh no.” He sunk closer to the floor, as if that would slow down his ascent. Plopping himself against the nearest wall. “I hate heights. I can’t do this, y/n!”.

You knelt down next to him and rubbed his arm. Looking back up at the upset men that had yet to say a word to you, “It’s completely enclosed. There are no ledges or wind. It’s like we’re looking at a really pretty picture. You’ve got us three here with you. You can hold onto me if you need to.” He nodded his head reluctantly and rose to regular height with you. When the elevator dinged upon arrival Han grabbed onto your hand and squeezed in anticipation. When you said he could hold onto you, you meant your arm, but this should be fine. There’s only a forty percent chance you’ll actually faint.

The double doors opened slowly and you guys were met with a panoramic view of the city that stood one hundred floors beneath you. He squeezed again as you walked out into the open room. There were about twenty other people scattered in your line of sight, and all of them were in their own worlds, paying no mind to the terrified Korean man attached to your hip.

You looked over at your new friend and gave your clasped fingers a quick squeeze to grab his attention. He seemed to be murmuring something in Korean under his breath while his breathing picked up. Was he about to start hyperventilating too?

You smiled internally at his concern. You weren’t afraid of heights one bit, so this was just all too amusing. “Hey, I can’t help if I don’t understand, Jisung. But I am literally right next to you. We are so secure in this building, and if anything were to happen, I would gladly make sure you were safe first. We can go back down if you want?”

“No. You wanted to come up here. I’m terrified, but I know you wouldn’t purposely put us all in harm's way.”.

“Of course not. You need to keep living and making beautiful music for all the Stays out there.”.

He nodded in response, still staring back at you instead of the beautiful cityscape ahead. “I’ll do it if you promise to listen to them too.”.

“Unfortunately for you, you’re stuck with me for life. Another Day has helped me through so many times these last few months.” The mortified quokka actually managed a small smile at your honesty.

“I love that. Now, let's try to conquer my fear.” He valiantly walked closer to the all glass paneling of the buildings’ edge. Not without your small hand still intertwined with his ring-clad one tugging you a step behind him. Once at the edge he sunk to the floor and tripped over his own leg. Seeming to have lost all ability to stand and taking you down with him.

You tumbled forward onto the man from behind and felt awful even though it was utterly his own fault. “Sorry! I hope I wasn’t too heavy or hurt you.”

Instead of responding immediately, he resituated the two of you so that he sat behind you with you in between his legs. Knees bent up as he held you captive with the strength of his thighs while you sat criss-cross. His head rested on your shoulder as he pulled your back into his chest and rested his hands backwards to hold yourselves in a reclined position. You could hear his deep breaths as he tried to calm his breathing again. “Your weight is perfect. It’s really helping me feel secure. I’m sorry I pulled you up here with me. I just lost all my courage and needed to sit down. I feel so much better knowing and seeing you here with me.”

Now, everyone knows that the ‘boys’ have no sense of personal space with each other; they’re always hugging each other, grabbing ass, or just in each others’ faces. But, you always assumed it was because of all the time and years they’ve spent together. That all of the boundaries normal friends have are just GONE. It made sense that at least one of them just never had boundaries to begin with. Lucky for you, it was Han. And from the point where you two were connected, you could tell that Han’s heart was starting to come down to a normal rate. The man was literally looking for a physical connection to ease his fear.

You, on the other hand, had gone back to having your heart accelerating. Smelling the man’s cologne, feeling his hair rub against your face, and hearing his breathing. You had not been this close to another man in a couple of years, telling yourself the time would come when it was meant to, and the sensation was a welcoming feeling.

He noticed your heart rate, and the slight adjusting you were doing. “Oh. I should’ve checked that you were okay with so much physical touch. I know I keep apologizing, but here, let me help you up so-”

“I’m good, Hannie. I was just adjusting to make myself more comfortable. You can stay however you’d like.” He put his chin back where it was and you could feel his jaw adjust and assumed it was due to him smiling, still not daring to look at him.

“You smell really good. I think, if it wasn’t for the terrifying view, I could fall asleep right here.” He nuzzled his head into your neck and sighed heavily. You felt chills run across your neck and thought you might lose your mind. The icing on the cake? Was when he wrapped his arms around your waist to finish the embrace.

“I could tell you the same thing.” was all you could get out as his breathing continued on your sensitive neck. 

“It’s sinful for someone like you to smell and feel so good, and not have someone holding you all day.” Surely, your mind just imagined he said that. You gasped quietly regardless. “Your boyfriend is a lucky guy.”

That got a full on laugh out of you.

“What?” He questioned innocently.

“It’s cute that you think that someone wanting to date someone like me is even a possibility.” You scoffed at his words.

He didn’t say anything in response to your sarcastic comment. You felt his chin rest on your shoulder again as you admired the neverending view of the city below. You were so content that you started humming to yourself. The beginning and ending to “Hero’s Soup” was always so calming to you. Just replaying the tune in your head was enough to send relief, but you didn’t notice that you were humming the tune out loud and swaying slightly.

Han added to the swaying with his knees still surrounding you. He squeezed you into a tighter hug. “Can you sing that line for me?” He asked you.

You giggled, “I can barely say hello in Korean, and you want me to sing a line from your own song in Korean?”

“You can hold a tune. I just want to hear your voice, I don’t care how accurately you pronounce it.”

“Give me a song in English and I’ll try my best to sing it.” You rolled your eyes at his smooth ass words that didn’t convince you.

“Hmm… I was planning on singing Youngblood at the concert so how about the chorus to that?”

“I LOVE that song!” You gasped at his idea and looked over to make direct eye contact with him. His face was a few inches away and your breath caught in your throat with that proximity. You looked at his pretty lips and gulped at the dirty thoughts that came to your mind. You didn’t relinquish the distance as you sang from memory.

“Youngblood, say you want me,

say you want me out of your life.

And I’m just a deadman walking tonight.

But you need it, yeah,

you need it all of the time, yeah.”

Jisung harmonized with you during the “ooh ooh ooh”. And you felt all of your body warmth go straight to your face immediately. You rushed to turn your head away from him and bury your crimson face into your other shoulder.

“Y/n! We have to sing more songs together! That was so sexy! Oh my... I wish there was a studio I could pull you into right now. We sound so good together.” He cackled into your neck again as he tightened his grip and shook you side to side in his arms in excitement. You wrapped your arms around your face and leaned forward to get away from his grasp, but he pulled you right back into him. “Baby, I need to hear that sweet voice again. Maybe more of your laughs, too?”

“Stooooop! My voice is not that great!”

He squeezed your waist so tightly you thought you wouldn't be able to breath. “You sounded amazing! I love how you talk and use your voice, but now that I’ve heard some of your singing, I need more.”

“You sound like a starved man, Hannie.” You gasped as you tried to pretend you couldn't breath because of the way he was squeezing you beneath your breasts.

“I don’t let most people call me Hannie, but I’ll allow you. Tonight, it’s you and me. Han and y/n take on the big city.”

You let out a soft hum and nodded your head, dazed at his words that he just kept spewing. Does he even realize how his words sound in English? “You don’t need to be so dramatic! I’m already here with you and committed to having a good time with you.” You poked him in his ribs and he jolted away from the surprise touch.

"You keep surprising me, y/n." Han whispered breathily into the shell of your ear. His lower lip grazing your gauged lobe as you felt something inside you brew at the possible hidden meanings.

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[raxistaicho]

Using Yellow Edelgard to attack Red Céline!

Somehow, Fantasy Invader's analysis of Engage manages to be even more sad than his analysis of 3H. So let's dive into more of it :)

Also, Céline is my favorite characters from Engage, so Fantasy Invader is kinda stepping into my lane by talking about her.

One of the things about Celine is how despite her cute appearance she is quite ruthless.

Oh yes, that took me by surprise too. I was sure she'd just be the third rendition of Lissa and Elise, but she went her entire joining chapter without bringing up her tea quirk, unlike... every single other character in Engage to that point, who make their gimmicks immediately known...

Thank god Céline was way more interesting than that! Its plot is pretty vapid and zero-effort, but some of the characters were at least way better than anything Fates or Awakening squirted out.

This is rather curious to me, as the Houses devs said something to the same effect about Edelgard. Namely how her being the game's would-be conqueror and stuff was meant to take players by surprise, and how this gave the character depth.

Oh boy. No, you fucking idiot, the dichotomy when it came to Edelgard was her endearing moments and her strong will. Not her physical cuteness and her ruthlessness.

I don't expect Fantasy Invader to read my blogs and learn why he's wrong (he has asks off and immediately blocks anyone who tries to engage with him without response, so he's pretty clearly arrogantly confident in his delusions of intelligence), but I do expect him to occasionally recheck his assertions. I always double-check myself. But then, I'm not burdened by such unearned confidence as Fantasy Invader.

It also doesn't help that alternate-timeline Celine advocates conquest herself, and in the final map of the DLC talks about how great it is she's free from her responsibilities (and can crush her opponents) while equipped with Emblem Edelgard.

Yes, alternate Céline, who was murdered and risen by a rogue dragon who is then given headpats and forgiven for all the things because uwu Nel cawed fow him :'3

Also, I like how they only acknowledge it's Emblem Edelgard, also starring Dimitri and Claude, when they can use it to attack Edelgard, roflmao.

Lastly, given that Fell Fogado and Fell Ivy, the most openly villainous and wretched of the Fell Royals, respectively had Tiki and Soren, does that say something about them? Dragons bad actually? Mixed race people abuse their siblings? It's funny how reliably self-defeating Fantasy Invader's arguments are because they always stop the second he thinks he has a win so he doesn't get to the parts where they don't fit his narrative.

That last one sticks out a bit, since Edelgard had a similar event in FEH where she talked with Lissa about how awful it is that she has responsibilities thrust upon her simply for being born a noble.

I don't play Heroes and I don't know where I'd begin to look to double-check this, but I'm just going to assume FI is wrong about something. I'm certainly not going to take his word for it.

Hubert and Monica's support also talks about how this is part of Edelgard's plan.

I believe he's referring to:

It's amazing how "you'll be free to live the life you choose and remain at the side of the woman you love" got twisted into, "Edelgard just wants to free everyone of icky responsibilities!"

Just as Edelgard wants to enable commoners to rise up and enjoy the benefits once afforded solely to the nobility, she also wants to allow those who don't want to be noble to live ordinary lives.

Three Houses is full of people who, despite being born into nobility, don't want to live ordinary noble lives. Bernadetta, Caspar, Marianne, Linhardt, and Lysithea are examples of this. There's no inconsistency here: Edelgard's motive is to allow people to live the kinds of lives they want.

Not a huge surprise that an Edelgard detractor is against a person's right to self-determination. FI believes Fodlan needs Byleth to become a Nabatean and rule them compassionately.

This is a core piece of morality to the franchise since the beginning with Marth's “I'm a prince before I'm a son or brother” line at the end of the first game.

The difference there is Marth chooses to shoulder that kind of responsibility. Most Fire Emblem lords do, Edelgard included. While she only wants an ordinary life, she still dedicates herself to a cause that will surely consume most of her life.

The whole concept of Oudou, whereas Edelgard is supposed to represent Hadou.

Hadou means self-determination? Well damn, Hadou is pretty based then!

And we know Celine protects the people. She wiped out bandits who were preying on villagers without mercy... Edelgard, on the other hand, is willing to sacrifice as many people as it takes in service to her ideals

I have a feeling Céline herself would disagree with the idea that she would not sacrifice some of her people to protect the rest.

ideals she shares with the bandit Nemesis.

It's funny how Fantasy Invader insists Edelgard is following Nemesis's ideals when Nemesis's ideals of warrior pride is most-reflected in Faerghus's warrior/knighthood culture.

She's guided belief that she's going to make a better future by doing so. Celine helps support her brother Alfred, whose upgraded class is Avenir. Avenir is french for Future, ergo Celine is fighting for the future by supporting Alfred.

Ironic, considering Alfred usually dies young, implicitly leaving Céline to succeed him. This is further hinted at that Céline, not Alfred, is linked to Celica, the national Emblem of Firene, much as Diamant, Ivy, and Timerra are linked to the Emblems of Brodia, Elusia, and Solm. So really, I think she's the future here.

In addition, Alfred is a blonde who has a talent for lances, horseback riding and will die at a young age due to his illness.

We're going somewhere stupid. Very, very stupid. You know where this is going, I mocked it myself ages ago.

Edelgard's step brother Dimitri

Dimitri didn't learn Edelgard was his step-sister until after she returned to Fodlan, and Edelgard never even learned it at all. Their friendship during their younger days is what was important to them, not that their parents were married. So, I'm sorry, but you're reaching mightily trying to portray these two as siblings the way Céline and Alfred are.

is blonde, specializes in lances, has a hidden talent for horseback riding, is mentioned to die to illness before his partner and is stronger than Alfred could ever dream of. Coincidence?

Yes, it actually is a coincidence. I can say that with very little margin for error, because Dimitri and Alfred are so distinct in terms of design outside the most basic traits that it's insane.

Just look at their designs!

Alfred's dressed in blue, white, and gold, wears very fancy and impractical clothing for the battlefield, has a very friendly and confident air about him, is boundlessly optimistic, and lives for the moment and the living.

Dimitri wears blue and black, dresses very practically and militarily, is insecure, guarded, lives for the dead, and dwells in the past.

The only true comparison between them is their hair color and weapon of choice, so you might as well argue Camus and Clive fit into this too, somehow. Hell, Clive's a brother, too, so I think we really need to dig deep into the relationship between Edelgard, Céline, and Claire, while we're at it. Oh! Claire and Celine both have blonde hair and a refined disposition!

Lastly, Dimitri is never shown riding a horse unless the player puts him on one. He's always shown on foot in anything related to the lore. Hell, we see Claude ride a horse one more time than we do Dimitri.

This is so typical of Fantasy Invader's style of analysis, he ALWAYS does this. He focuses hard on what supports his arguments and just totally ignores the parts that don't. Motivated reasoning is the name of the game with him.

Celine's personal class is Vidame.

In the localized version. In the JP version it was the French word for "flower", which fits her nicely.

Now, Vidame was actually a type of French noble associated with the Church. In order to protect the Church's, uhh, earthly interests they would perform acts that weren't considered appropriate for the Church to be involved in. This usually meant violence, even in the event of it being an act of justice or to protect others. So Celine's class does have a religious tint to it, a link to her family's connection to the Divine Dragons...and honestly fits her really well.

That said, the localized name isn't exactly bad, but the thing is Celine isn't motivated by her religiosity. Much like... nearly everyone in Engage aside from Ivy, Mauvier, Pandreo, and Panette, religiosity is just a small thing they do to facilitate the worship of Alear. Because Engage isn't really interested in the deeper meaning of faith, it just wants the player to feel like a god.

But then look at the Empire, founded with the support of the early Church that formed around Seiros.

For the sake of killing Nemesis. That's why the Empire exists. Not so Rhea could guide the lost sheep.

One of the original ideals for the nobility, according to Hanneman, was that they protect their people but that has fallen to the wayside as nobles instead used their positions for their own power.

And, again, Fantasy Invader thinks Edelgard twisted things to not be that way, when the reality is she's trying to drag it back to fulfill the role it was intended to fulfill and failed to fulfill.

This is partially why the Empire is supposed to represent hadou, the other is Edelgard ruling through military power.

Celine's class is closer to what the emperor should have been.

Hmm. I wonder how silly Edelgard would look wearing the upside-down teacup dress.

Edelgard's route is named Safflower/Crimson Flower, Firene is the land of flowers.

But wait, Alfred is the prince of flowers (he references them far more then Celine does) and earlier on Fantasy Invader was trying to compare him to Dimitri, whose route is not named after flowers.

Amazing how flimsy FI's arguments are.

Houses banks on tea-time, to the point of selling teas IRL, Celine is a tea expert.

Tea is a big thing in Firene in general. It gets brought up most with Céline, but it's mentioned frequently in most of the Firenian characters' supports.

I don't see why Edelgard detractors think tea-time is such a big deal in Houses, it's honestly generally a waste except on birthdays when it doesn't cost you explore points.

I've talked before about Hortensia's connection to Emblem Byleth, how her story parallels Silver Snow and how defecting from the Empire is supposed to be the right thing rather than continuing it's decline by fighting for it.

Yup, that was pretty bad.

Elusia is also the Kingdom of Knowledge, whereas the Empire's original meritocracy was, in addition to protecting the people, supposed to be about valuing knowledge.

The Empire was not a meritocracy. Ever. Aristocracies and meritocracies are antithetical.

But when you look at Celine, it just seems to be that they intentionally made a character that was supposed to be like Edelgard

So, in spite of my joke that Céline is "yellow Edelgard", they share little in common aside from being short young women who are willing to take extreme measures to protect people. Céline most notably lacks Edelgard's sense of class-conscience (that her solution to banditry in Firene is to kill the bandits rather than resolve the socio-economic conditions that gave rise to banditry is pretty telling), mostly because Engage has very little of substance to say on the matter of social conflict between the nobility and the commoners. The solution, much as it is in Azure Moon, is just to place the "right nobles" in charge.

I mean hell, even in gameplay they differ. Céline is a squishy mage with some capacity to fight on the front lines (though she only seems meant to fight fellow mages) and use staves, while Edelgard is a pure bruiser.

And no, it's very unlikely Céline was written to compare her to Edelgard. The two games were created at the same time, the Edelgard DLC Bracelet was pretty clearly a late addition, and Fell Céline isn't even especially bad compared to the rest. She comes across as not as bad as Fell Ivy, Fogado, or Alcryst. If she was meant as an apology for Edelgard, she'd be more openly villainous, as Ivy and Fogado are, not motivated by desperation.

Granted, considering how Fogado is supposed to be just like Celine in the service to his sister, and how Houses likes to say Claude is similar to Edelgard initially, I guess we have all three lords having their Engage counterparts.

Ah, yes, Fogado is a brown guy who acts friendly and Claude is also a brown guy who acts friendly! Perfect counterparts!

Except they're not. Fogado is genuinely a friendly, tactful, empathetic man who deftly conceals a machiavellian side for the sake of his sister and people, while Claude plays at being friendly to conceal the fact he's actually rather untrusting, plays at being a schemer as a front, and is rather tactless and insensitive. They're pretty different, and assuming they aren't is kinda racist.

#fire emblem three houses #fire emblem engage spoilers #fire emblem celine #fogado #alfred #edelgard von hresvelg #dimitri alexandre blaiddyd #claude von reigen #edelgard discourse #edelgard positive #fantasy invader #the analyzer

[canmom]

litrpg, once more

i started reading Worth the Candle because @facille posted some excerpts that sounded fun. as explictly self-insert litrpg isekai goes, it's several cuts above most I've seen honestly. the hook of 'a grieving DM with a taste for the grimdark who goes on digressions about game design and its metaphysical implications' is maybe a little too familiar a glove to inhabit, gender notwithstanding. (even though i definitely roll my eyes when the hottest women ever in the protagonist's mind breasts boobily into the story in an early chapter, i have a suspicion the author is going somewhere with it.) also the thing is longer than the phone book so it's not bad illness reading.

anyway that got me to think like. on the surface 'litrpg' is a pretty straightforwardly defined term: a story about a world while roleplaying game rules operate. since there are a lot of different ways one can design a roleplaying game (on the computer and on tabletop), this should be pretty wide open.

but in practice there seem to be some pretty rigidly defined genre conventions. which i will itemise, thus:

'level up by doing' skill system:

Nearly every litRPG story I've ever encountered uses a near identical approach to game mechanics. A character is definied by a list of skills, from dozens (D&D sort of scale) to hundreds (GURPS sort of scale), and all of them have individual experience tracks. The rest of the game structure - character levels etc. - is less well defined, but this seems to be a constant.

It's a natural fit for the genre, since nearly all of these stories begin with the protagonist experimenting with an unknown system, figuring out how to works, then exploiting it. But where did it come from?

In recent Western CRPGs, the main game series that comes to mind that fits this model is the Elder Scrolls series. When Oblivion hooked the spawn tables to the character's level, this actually became a severe drawback, since the player could level themselves up using non-combat skills only to find themselves hunted by high-level bandits in endgame gear. It also leads to some odd quirks of player behaviour, like bunny-hopping to raise your Athletics skill.

Over in the MMO zone, Runescape also follows this model, with independent levels in 28 skills. In Runescape, this heavily orients the game around grinding, with the interesting gameplay apparently found in finding ways to most efficiently play around the server's tickrate.

Let's look further back. Ultima mostly did not use this system (charmingly, in some games you had to ask Lord British to level you up), but introduced something like it in Ultima VIII.

I think the real source though is probably Wizardry series, which had the 'learn by doing' mechanic right from the start in 1981. Wizardry was wildly popular in Japan, spawning its own offshoot series unrelated to what Sirtech was doing. And apparently all of them had this mechanic. For my part I remember standing in Wizardry 8, repeatedly casting the 'open lock' spell on a maximally difficult lock to safely grind my caster's magic stat.

What about other JRPGs? I'll admit, most of my experience is with Final Fantasy, which to my knowledge never used this model. Nor did Dragon Quest, the other of the big two. However, more niche JRPGs with an old-school flavour like Etrian Odyssey have it. It's also a staple of social sim games like Princess Maker.

Then we get to the first JP LitRPG 'trapped in a game world' story that I know about, .hack//sign (2006) - although whether that 'counts' is arguable since as far as i know it's more about psychological drama and I'm not sure how much the story centres on game mechanics. Of course, the one that really exploded the genre was the adaptation of Sword Art Online, so maybe everyone's just imitating that.

Anyway that's a bit of a long digression, but it's one of the biggest curiosities I have about the history of this genre, because it's so specific.

the 'game system' is constructed by an 'administrator' or 'god' figure with sinister motives

This one just makes sense, right? A game system is a pretty unnatural way for a fantasy world to work, and 'someone made it that way' is the obvious answer why. For this reason - and perhaps the recurring JRPG story device - it's likely the protagonist will see the hand of this administrator, or even communicate with them, and perhaps aim to kill or usurp them. This may overlap with antitheistic themes.

manichaean setting, edgy protagonist

The stereotype is 'hero' and 'demon lord'. This one's not exactly a universal, but very common. The protagonist is likely to find themselves forced into assuming one of these roles in some grand recurrent struggle, typically the villainous one. Since time travel is a frequent device, they may even see signs of their own works without recognising them.

The marked preference for 'villain' protagonists, beyond being way more chuuni and thus naturally better, was probably popularised by Overlord (2010-), a web novel turned light novel series which received a popular anime adaptation by Madhouse.

Villains are exciting, usually a lot more proactive, and a natural fit for a genre whose central story is usually a rise to enormous power.

Even a non-villainous MC, such as Sung Jinwoo of Solo Leveling, is likely to have 'dark' themed powers - stealth, assasination, commanding monsters. But hey like chuuni stuff is cool.

a UI which the character interacts with; the 'assess' skill

This one's kind of a necessary bit of nuts and bolts, but worth its own heading. If your world runs on a game engine, and you're writing in the first person, you need some means to communicate information about it to both player and reader.

More specifically, a very common device sees the protagonist select a 'useless' skill that gives them information on skills and monsters at the beginning.

the MC has special knowledge

One of the usual 'hooks' of a litRPG/isekai story is that the main character has some angle on the world that other people don't have, which gives them an edge they can spend the story exploiting. This could be genre knowledge like experience as a gamer or reader of isekai web novels (for your basic power fantasy), or it might be very specific knowledge, e.g. they've read or written the story they're now inhabiting as fiction (e.g. Omniscient Reader's Viewpoint), or we're on an advanced iteration of a time loop (e.g. The Executioner and Her Way of Life). The latter's a device also used in other subgenres, famously PMMM.

We can compare this to real games. In tabletop RPGs, this sort of attitude is for many groups considered not in the spirit of the game - you should be trying to portray a grounded character and avoid invoking 'out of setting' knowledge, which may be called 'metagaming'. For a single-player CRPG, depending on the era, the game may be designed to be completed first time without foreknowledge, or after many runs. For MMOs, player expectations have shifted such that in many games it's considered rude to go into a fight without looking up mechanics, but also no player has 'secret' knowledge of the game that others do not.

the MC has special abilities or items that other characters do not

Naively, I thought that LitRPG would be about a character learning to cleverly exploit a common 'game system' equally accessible to all 'players'. In practice I've yet to encounter a story that actually does this.

For some stories (Solo Levelling for example) the protagonist alone has the ability to level up and exponentially accumulate power. In others, like So I'm A Spider, So What? (KumoDesu), everyone uses the same system but the protagonist is granted special unique skills by the mysterious admin figure that give her a leg up.

Even a story like Bofuri, which an iseaki-loving friend showed me a few episodes of, where the premise written in the title is that the protagonist is exploiting a game inbalance... gives her a special unique shield in short order. (I didn't like Bofuri very much.)

Once again, compare to real games. In an MMO, you would never put a significant advantage that only one player can ever use, outside of perhaps the admin console that you give to your GMs. Everyone has the exact same progression system, it's gated by time and content or perhaps real world money, but in theory with enough skill and hours anyone can get anything.

On the other hand, in TTRPGs, it's a lot more common for a GM to give their party a 'unique' magic item or ability that other characters in the story do not have, since they're the only humans involved. In a single-player CRPG the same is true, with the caveat that every player of the game will find the exact same narratively 'unique' item. However, in both cases, the game will then be designed around the players having that ability: you want the player to be challenged, while still getting to flaunt their cool thing. Still, this device is less odd on a story patterned on this type of game than one where the world is literally in an MMO.

It's fairly easy to see why this device exists. When you play an MMO, you really get to see just how many people are 'just like you'. How your FC discord and your player house are interchangeable with a thousand others constituted by the same social forces. Paradoxically, MMO stories are usually about the player being the most important character in the world, while playing an MMO is to be essentially nobody. Your great hero is only the great hero in their shard of the timeline, and if you want to roleplay, you'd better come up with something completely different.

So, this device says, here's a way to imagine your character being special, and surprising everyone. A natural enough fantasy.

the game is completely unbalanced

'Game balance' is basically not a consideration. Play the game right and you become a god. There may be classes, but they'll be shed on your road to omnipotence.

But for some reason, the players of the game or inhabitants of a setting rarely seem to discover the game's dominant strategies. Maybe they can't since they don't have the protagonist's secret advantage. There is rarely a 'meta', let alone the relentless drive towards absolute efficiency that characters a mature MMO.

player characters look like their players

This is an oddity of MMO-styled stories. I have almost never met someone who tries to make their player character look like themselves, and yet the opposite seems to be true in MMO-styled stories. I guess it makes it convenient to know who's who.

could we break it?

Faced with a set of rules like this, my natural inclination at least is to say OK - how far can you push this without just writing entirely outside of the subgenre?

The thing that gets me about LitRPG stories is that they really don't work much like RPGs beyond tangentially, especially not MMORPGs; they work like LitRPG stories, an odd blend of CRPG and naturalistic setting. Or a TTRPG where people talk in character about classes and levels.

We had better go right for the root. Most of the devices flow from the core plot being 'character overcomes challenges and gets stronger, until they're the top dog'. That's the power fantasy: effort gets rewarded.

I think it would be interesting to take a broader viewpoint. You know those stories about a big historical event, like a war or something, where the narrative constantly hops between characters to give you a multi-level view? I think it would be fun to take that kind of approach, and apply it to trying to imagine a setting where everyone ruthlessly exploits the RPG mechanics as far as possible, creating some sort of miserable dystopia where children are expected to kill each other for xp or something and if you're not grinding constantly for levels or building to the meta you're viewed with contempt, and then... well perhaps someone finds a glitch and all sorts of chaos breaks out. Maybe I should write this thing. Bet it's already been done.

Anyway I don't really know this genre too much so tell me if I've missed something haha

#litrpg #fiction

[greywindys]

📗 - ✨️

📗 Do you want to write something outside of fanfiction? If so, what about?

I'm not opposed to it! But it's not something I'd say was one my bucket list. I'll occasionally do little things, like write a poem on a birthday card, or short stories for my nieces and nephews. If the opportunity for something more ever came up, and I believed in the project, sure! But it has to come to me, I won't seek that out. The day job and social life take up time, but it will always be a hobby

✨️ Out of the comments you’ve received on your fics, what are two or three of your favorites?

This is a hard one! I love all the comments I receive. I don't want to single anyone out if they don't want to be singled out, but a number of people have been known to take the time to write out multi-paragraph comments reflecting on themes, predictions, personal stories etc. Those are always special because it's so neat to see a reader piece things together in real time. I can't copy paste the entire parts of these here, but here's are excerpts of a few:

"I'm so into the story too. The way you write their personalities is just amazing. It made me rethink what I imagine they'd be like. It seems that the way you wrote them, with all of their quirks, reactions and routines are all exactly how they're supposed to be. Nothing feels generic, everything seems so carefully put together to make them natural, real." "It's interesting where you decided to take the story, and a little wild, which I think is just SO fantastic. It's not at all outside the realm of possibility in their universe - Noodle even went to hell for a while back there - while not necessarily playing with ideas and oddities that had already been established in the world. It's mundane without being too ordinary, and it's being unusual and getting fantastical (i'd love to see just how far that goes in the future) without immediately calling back on something already "approved" of in the Gorillaz past antics. That's not something I feel like I've seen a lot, however briefly I've been poking my nose around this sort of thing, which - at least personally - is making this story a particularly memorable one for me." "But more than anything else, I hope I can express to you gratitude for doing this for Murdoc. For fleshing out such an honest and heart-wrenching and triumphant story of self-discovery and recovery. Of all emotions that fizzled and sparked while reading this chapter (and really, the last couple of chapters), one word that comes forth is: inspiring"

BTW, anon, thanks for giving me an excuse to re-read some of these, it had been a while haha.

ask game

#asks. #Anonymous #ty for the ask!

[knight-a3]

I can't say I expected Tech development in this week's episode of Bad Batch because he usually gets ignored, but I'm happy to see it. He's been the most interesting to me because of how reserved and detached he tends to be.

I don't really have anywhere I'm going with this, I just wanted to spit out some thoughts I've been having about Tech and what this episode has confirmed for me.

I've seen a lot of autistic headcanons for Tech. I don't necessarily disagree with all of them, but when it comes to character analysis, I don’t find it helpful to look at it from a lens of nuerodivergency or mental illness. Instead of increasing understanding of a character, it can lead to people inserting their own preconceived notions about said conditions (either due to stereotypes or personal experiences) and forgetting about the actual character. Or even being disappointed when he doesn't match that expectation of what autism "should" be. People are so eager to be represented that they treat the character as a stand-in for themselves, or a stand-in for the group they think he represents, when that does a disservice to the character and the narrative role that is played.

Whether or not Tech has autism is up to interpretation. Regardless, Tech does not represent autism; that's a broad range of characteristics, and it's not fair to expect him to represent all of that. He is simply himself and he has a few quirks. Autism-coded and autism representation are different things, and that's okay. Besides, I'm not sure how effective it is to imply that he got autism due to prenatal genetic manipulation specifically designed to give him advanced cognitive capabilities...

Some of the headcanons I've seen include Tech struggling to adapt to change, which is a common autistic trait. But it was something he has shown no indication of. If anything, everything he's done has shown the opposite. He's analytical and practical. He prioritizes the situation at hand and remains calm(life support is not affected, we're fine. He says as chaos surrounds them). He takes everything at face value and considers them with the resources at hand, so when complications arise, he's very quick to adapt to a change in plans. He takes in the new information and immediately recalibrates his worldview to accommodate. Facts are facts and reality is reality. He's like a Star Wars Vulcan, in a way. Very logical and practical.

Another headcanon I've seen is an aversion to touch, which Tech has never actually seemed particularly sensitive to. Not any more than the others, at least. He doesn't seem to struggle with any sensory overstimulation issues. If his ability to walk on a broken femur(something that should be completely debilitating) is any indication, I'd say he is unnaturally capable of ignoring sensory input.

Where he struggles is understanding emotions in decision making. Why they let pesky sentimentality get in the way of practicality. He can understand it in a theoretical sense, but it's not something he can really wrap his head around the same way he can with facts and numbers and information and probabilities. Emotions are nebulous and unreliable, so relying on them to make critical decisions is counterintuitive to him. He didn't riot race to save Cid because of any feelings of loyalty to her; he did it because Omega got them wrapped up in her debt problem too. If he didn't race, they would owe money they did not have and suffer the consequences as well. Practical problems.

He has feelings, yes, he just doesn't know how to factor them into solutions or articulate them. And, being the type to use the longest and most technical way to describe things, that's probably deeply frustrating to him. In 2.02, when asked if he was okay, his response was to list his physical condition rather than just say yes or no. (My left femur has been fractured by approximately 150 kilograms of pressure. So... no.) He needed to articulate his reasoning for saying no. He had to process it more like taking stock of his condition before determining whether he qualified as okay. He doesn't trust emotions to determine what is factually true.

He can't understand why Omega is upset about missing Echo, when how he shows he cares is by respecting that choice(understanding you doesn't mean I agree). Because wanting something different than what Echo chose seems counterintuitive to the goal of caring about Echo, in Tech's eyes. Particularly when Echo had logical desires and reasoning that Tech can comprehend.

Tech is focused on the practical problems. The squad is down some manpower, but they can manage. They lost their ship, but they can get another. By stating as much, he may have thought he was being reassuring. Why mourn a brother who isn't lost? What is a home beyond a place you reside? He doesn't understand what he said that was wrong, because factually he is right.

I'm not sure what conclusion I am trying to come to. I'm just feeling validated in my assessment of his character thanks to this episode. He takes change in stride, doesn't know how to articulate feelings, and focuses on solving practical problems.

#star wars #the bad batch #sw tbb #tbb #tbb tech #character analysis #not art #a3 speaks

[mr-voorhees-husband]

I loved your Tssm mysterio hc, I possibly get a fic of him first meeting reader.

Offc! I luv me some good tssm mysterio! I understood this as normal Tssm Mysterio, but if you want me to make a different version with lmk! I'm a bit rusty on my 2ed pov skills, so I hope it isn't too bad (also I wrote this on my phone so I'll have to properly format it later, apologies!)

There's no tssm mysterio gifs *sobs*

Warnings - Some cursing from both parties, Quentin gets annoyed but he gets over it pretty quickly <3 (he's a bit ooc and I can't figure out how to help it, any criticism is greatly appreciated!!)

Reader - They/Them! They have an intrest in theater + are in an unnamed college

Coffee was a staple of everyone's day. Well, maybe not everyone, Quentin thought to himself as he waited for his latte. Someone might have an allergy, or just didn't like the heavily caffenated drink. He didn't like Tea all that much, so, it wouldn't really be a crime if someone didn't like coffee.

"Quentin?"

He reached foward, grabbed his finished drink with a small 'thanks'. Spinning on his heels to walk out of the mom-and-pop cafe to head down the street. Quentin had things to do, yes, but, sometimes it was more fun just.. not doing them. Sometimes he's rather walk around town and-

Searing hot of his coffee slamming into his chest caught him so off guard he almost fell from the shock alone. Granted, the impact of you knocking into him should've been enough to knock him over, even if you hadn't meant too. Yet, fortunately for him, months of dealing with that Spider had helped his balance.

"Oh- crap!"

"Shit!"

Apologies fell from your lips in a flurry of panic as you dug some napkins from your bag. Quentin's eyebrows furrowed glaring at your worried frame as he snatched the napkins from your outstretched hand. "I- oh fuck- I'm so sorry!" You stumbled over your words as he dabbed the napkins on his now ruined sage-green shirt. Quentin wanted to snap at you, but he decided against it. "I was so busy looking at my script I-"

That caught his attention, green eyes flickering up in a look that was more curious than angry. Now that he was paying attention, he could see a script in your hand, it had some coffee soaking up in it's pages, and had several lines highlighted. Clearing his throat, he finished tapping his shirt dry, dropping the dirty napkins in the now virtually empty coffee cup. "What's the play?"

"What?"

"The script." Quentin pointed to the packet still tight in your grasp, making you glance down at it. You'd almost forgotten it was there, so panicked about ruining a stranger's shirt, hell, maybe even their day. "What's it for?"

"Oh. Oh!" The change of subject was a bit surprising, but you happily welcomed it. Anything to prevent you from getting any more embarrassed than you already were. "It's for Clue, my college is putting on a play to 'raise moral' and what-not." You shrugged, smiling sheepishly. "Made one of the main parts."

Quentin hummed, nodding. It'd been a while since he'd actually been in a play, and while Clue was a bit overused in his eyes, depending on how it was done it could be pretty entertaining. "Do you need help practicing lines?" He grinned, pressing a hand to his chest. "After all, I am quite the master when it comes to any kind of acting, theater or film."

"Wha-?" You gave him a look, something akin to confusion and suspicion. You'd just accidentally ruined his shirt, and he was willing to help you. It had so many alarm bells sounding off it wasn't even funny. "Are you sure? I mean- I did just bump into you.."

"Why of course! What kind of gentleman would let that bother him?" Quentin smirked, bowing slightly. You snickered, lips quirking up at his antics, finding them more adorable than weird. "Though, I'd be much more compelled to help if you perhaps bought me another coffee.."

"Of course, of course," you nodded with a small chuckle, "naturally."

Quentin couldn't lie, he definitely found you interesting. The fact you enjoyed acting as well was just the cherry on top. He'd have to get Mason to pay up for that bet they made when he got back to the base. Before then, though..

"Quentin, and you are..?"

You took his hand, downright beaming as he lifted it to his lips to kiss your knuckles. With the barest blush, you gave him your name.

"Well, my dear, the café awaits." You couldn't find it in you to point out his still stained shirt as he led you towards the coffee shop he'd left only moments ago.

#quentin beck #tssm #the spectacular spider man #mysterio x reader #mysterio #tssm mysterio #tssm quentin beck #meet cute

[imagine-knb]

uwaaa i hope i don’t mess anything up;; thank you admins for hosting the matchups !! (valentines is one of my favorite holidays ushsisnk)

ermm so i go by lumi ! female, she/they pronouns & cancer / isfp!

personality, generally i’m unable to express myself and i don’t talk or smile much, so i come off as stoic and hard to read, but i’m somehow still really easy to get along with. i have an awful sense of humor 🫶 and converse easier when texting !! and i end up saying out of pocket things without really thinking about it, making me unfortunately the clown of my friend groups …

things i like include enojis!!, city lights or anything that sparkles, and jewelry (mostly earrings!); and things i dislike are BUGS, doctors and loud noises

my hobbies are rhythm & rpg games, drawing and jpop (da-ice specifically!!) !

preferred teams, kaijo mostly but i’d like to give creative freedom if no one from there would match !! 🫶 thank you all again and i hope you’re having a great week!

Type of Romance

Acquaintances to Lovers

How You Two Met

The two of you had always been classmates growing up, always in the same circles but never really interacting. You were within each other's orbits. Two people on different paths constantly passing by.

It was no surprise to anyone when the two of you managed to go to the same college, despite never saying a word to each other. And it was at college where the two of you were finally forced into the same situation.

Sometimes you just had to thank group projects for something.

You take the paper with the group project rubric from your professor, giving it a glance over while you meandered your way to the corner of the room. Three people are already seated in the area — your partners for the semester. Two of them were chatting with each other, absorbed in their own animated conversation. The last one seemed to only glance up when you approached. You recognized him instantly.

"Mayuzumi," you greeted, giving him a single nod. He responded in kind, nodding as well. "Lumi."

"Oh great, you two already know each other, then?" one of your other group partners asked. She gave you a grin, looking between you and the silver haired male. "Let's split the project up 50/50 then. I'm sure it would be more comfortable if you worked with your friend."

How He Fell For You

When he first started interacting with you, Mayuzumi thought you would be too similar to him; quiet, nonchalant, honestly a little bit boring to the initial eye. But he was wrong. And pleasantly surprised.

Your personality shined through when you both communicated through text and he found it easier getting to know you when the two of you were apart versus when you were in the same room. He liked the elaborate little pictures you would make, sending strings of emojis that would spell out a story. It was like a game of charades.

He knew from the moment he started to find you interesting that he was falling for you. Now the problem was, how would he ask you out?

"They're idiots!" you complained over text, sending a slew of emojis after the words. Some were angry, some were exasperated, most were annoyed.

It had Mayuzumi's lips quirking into a subtle smile as he read the conversation between the two of you. You were complaining about the group project — specifically, you were complaining about the lack of help from your other two partners — and Mayuzumi was doing nothing but agreeing with you, further fueling your anger.

"We should just split off and do it ourselves. Screw them!" you texted again after a while and it gave him a good idea. He quickly responded, liking the sound of working with you one on one. "Yeah, let's do that, Lumi."

What a Relationship with Him is Like

Out in public, the two of you are a rather naturally quiet couple. Coffee dates often consist of the both of you sitting quietly at a table with your own drinks in hand, Mayuzumi reading a novel while you played around with a game. It was never lonely, but rather a comfortable feeling sticking around his side.

Out of the public eye, however, Mayuzumi shows you a bit more of his romantic side. Gentle caresses and sweet kisses to the top of your head, loving gestures and suprise gifts. He'd never admit it, but he took a lot of his cues on romance from the novels he read.

All in all, a relationship with Mayuzumi is soothing, relaxing, and easy. As if the two of you were meant to cross each other's orbits all along.

Walking outside, the two of you were hand in hand as you made your way home from the cafe date that had just been completed. You were only a few steps away from the cafe when Mayuzumi suddenly switched sides with you on the sidewalk, putting himself between you and the road. It had you quirking a brow before a small, amused smile crossed your features.

"What?" Mayuzumi asked, his own subtle smile matching your own. He already knew what you were thinking, but after hearing you confirm his thoughts, his smile only grew. "So what if I read that in a book somewhere? It works, doesn't it? Just like this."

And as Mayuzumi said the last part, he brought the back of your hand up to meet his lips, giving your skin a soft kiss that had your cheeks flooding with heat.

Match Up Requests are Closed

#imagine knb valentine's event 2024 #mayuzumi #I did look through Kaijo first #but honestly Mayuzumi just seemed to fit better #I hope you don't mind!

[singingcookie]

Fanfic Q&A!

Thank you for the tag @encyclopika, sorry I'm oh so very late getting back to it 😅

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

Good question uhhhh 55???? That seems like way more than I thought it would be....

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

523,858 words! Granted over half of that is just my slow burn story so lol

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Primarily I've written for My Hero Academia (40 out of the total 55). But I've also written for Kingdom Hearts, The World Ends With You, and more recently Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild/Tears of the Kingdom.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Oh that's a good question let's see...

Drops of Jupiter (829)

A Princess's Dilemma (381)

Within Arms Reach (378)

One Plus One Does Not Equal a Date (Probably?) (303)

I Roll to Seduce (296)

I'm...genuinely shocked one of my LoZ fics is up there??? And so high??? 1, 3, 4, and 5 are all from my hero fanfics which is not surprising and most of them are super old. Number 2 I only posted in June and it was my first fic for LoZ so that's...interesting to say the least.

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I try to! The last year or so I've had a hard time working up the energy or finding the words to respond to comments, sometimes. But whenever I do gather up the energy to do it, I tend to answer everything in my inbox in one fell swoop! And I always really appreciate getting them so tbh sometimes I feel bad that it can take so much energy to reply....

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Oh gosh idk if I have anything that qualifies as an angsty ending lol. Maybe Tarantism (a KH fic) because it's supposed to be feelsy and then the ending is one of those "it's just a dream" things haha.

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Happiest...probably A Family's Orbit? The story has married izuocha with their first kid who they're not sure when or if she'll have a Quirk of her own. But the one-shot ends pretty happy.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Hmmmm I've gotten a handful of complaints on Drops of Jupiter, on occasion. Usually just people telling me I'm going too slow (when I put in the author's notes of the very first chapter that it's "the slowest of slow burns" smh). Or this one time someone told me I didn't give Deku enough victories in the fic and it would be way better if I did.

Outside of that though, I can't think of any on my other stuff. I've been blessed with very kind commentors, I think.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

I've written a couple for Izuocha. But yknow usually, in all honesty, I've only ever written smut out of spite? The two fics I have (Burning Heat and Homecoming) were written in opposition to fandom tendencies at the time. Mostly everyone was talking about Izuku like someone who was a sex addict/sex god and Ochako was just kind of there. And I said "actually I think Deku's on the ace spectrum and probably mostly just cares about pleasing his partner than anything" and thus they were born. I haven't reread them in ages though that said lol

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

Generally, no. However, about a year or so ago I got really into twewy again because I had just finished playing NEO:The World Ends With You. So I came up with a concept that kind of meshes twewy's concept with the my hero world? I only have one chapter posted of Death By Proxy so far, but I have an outline and little details written down whenever I'm in the right headspace for it. For what it's worth, you don't really need to know about twewy to read it, because Izuku finds out how everything works at the same time you do lol

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not to my knowledge. Here's hoping it stays that way lol

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Not that I know of? I've never been asked about it anyway.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Not explicitly? I feel like I help out my friends with their stories and vice versa, but not really.

Oh!

Although once upon a time me and a friend (you know who you are) wrote a KH fanfic together but I guess that was moreso just for us than anything else lol

14. What's your all-time favourite ship?

Probably Izuocha, just going by the numbers.

15. What's a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

Hmmm probably Eri-sitting? I really want to finish it at some point, and I posted the first part with every intention of doing it. But I never figured out the way I wanted to start chapter 2. Maybe someday though. Also!!! I did start writing a fanfic based off of heroes of the dark, but I didn't end up finishing it because it contrasted how the story ended and I thought completing that would be in poor taste with that said lol

16. What are your writing strengths?

Hmmm I've always found dialogue and characterization comes easier to me than I think it does to most others? There's always been discussions I've seen where people are like "oh sometimes the characters just do what they want" and I've never really...had that happen? Or at least not in a way that completely alters a story like I've seen people say. Little actions or pieces of dialogue that take me by surprise, sure, but like never anything that completely alters a plot beat I had planned. But usually at least for me, the plot beats are so centered around who they are or how they act that the odds of them veering off course are incredibly slim, if that makes sense

God I'm rambling uh dialogue and characterization I guess was my point haha.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Probably description is the thing I have the hardest time with. Some people are so good at writing a setting and making everything seem so like immersive in that way. For me, I don't see the point in describing something unless it's like relevant and so my description tends to be very to the point.

Also estimating a story's length. Usually I come up with a concept and then I'll say "oh yeah this'll only be this long" and then I start writing and writing and realize I had a lot more to say than I thought I did initially. This has happened a handful of times now haha

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic.

I definitely don't see anything wrong with it. I usually only do it for small phrases, myself, but partially because I'm not fluent in anything except for English. And I generally try to do some research or I'll check with friends if I have any who speak the language I'm using.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Kingdom Hearts! Back in the days of yore, yours truly actually wrote KH retellings with OCs back on quizilla lmao. I wrote quite a lot back then although with how long it's been most of the things I posted on there don't exist anymore. But that was back during 8th grade when I started.

20. Favourite fic you've ever written?

Oh hmm I don't know. I feel like favorites is tough because I like a lot of my stories but for different reasons. I'm exceedingly proud of Drops of Jupiter for example. And I think it's been a true adventure to write and does have some of my best work in it as a result.

But I also think some of the prose and concepts I've made for Call From the Wild has a special place in my heart. It's very different from...basically anything else I've ever written because most ever other fic is "modern" in a manner of speaking and this was my first time writing something that's...decidedly not lol. I also think I'm fond of it because it's adhering to canon while allowing me the creativity to come up with how certain things happened since the details before the Calamity in botw are pretty limited...

Basically I guess my favorite kind of fic I've written is anything that really allows me to go nuts creatively.

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