#This is honestly just off the cuff stuff guys

[listlessdionysian]

Stories Are All We Are

I've loosely paraphrased a line from Cristina Bacchilega's 2015 paper Narrative Cultures, Situated Story Webs, and the Politics of Relation in the title - because it's something I think about a lot. Hell, I think about that paper regularly when I'm working - especially in the long hours were the words come like a slow drip from a leaky roof and I'm under it with a sauce pan just waiting, waiting for that soft plink.

But there's another, more poignant line (paragraph, really), and I want to unpack this with you if I may:

"Stories construct our worlds and us at the same time, emerging from actual negotiations with and in these worlds. Stories create and weave together the social networks that define us whether we belong to them or we other them. Stories shape our conceptions of these worlds, and they have material impact on these worlds, the human ones and the other living ones (natural and spiritual) we are a part of."

Daniel Quinn's novel Ishmael talks about stories as interrelations: narratives (and acts) that state how we connect to each other and the world around us. By extension, a culture is a group of people who have agreed on a story to make into a reality. He used this framing as a way to explain why western-society seems so hell-bent on its own ecological destruction: it is pursuing a story where the normal rules of resource use, population growth, and just generally sharing the planet and taking your turn, don't apply. It's a story where humans have ascended to knowledge held only by the gods.

That Bacchilega quote says it better than I can - a story is both an expression of our understanding, as well as a tool or even a force that impacts, expands, or even limits that understanding. When we talk about history as a narrative - we mean exactly this. Each volume of history, each new perspective is an expression or interpretation of past events - both presenting contemporary attitudes to the actions or attitudes of past generations, and also a shaping of cultural knowledge that may influence or affect future generations.

David Stannard (1992) made effective use of Leonard Thompson's conception of 'political mythology' in his analysis of European colonial violence in the Americas. Putting it as simply as I can, a political mythology is a narrative that tries to create a historical, or even sometimes 'scientific', basis for a ruling ideology or class.

Think Social Darwinism, or those people that bleat on about 'Alpha Males'. It's the pursuit of rationalisation or exoneration. Previously settled (or mostly settled, inasmuch as any of these things can be) historical discussions around the evils of imperialism, colonialism, racism, and any stripe or shade or form of bigotry can be reopened if it suits someone's platform or goals.

It can also be much, much smaller.

Each of us have our own stories - and isn't that just a worthless, pithy statement at times? But it is true. We are each creating and living out our own stories - billions of narrative threads and character arcs jostling for space alongside each other. The threads weave in and out, casting little fields of affect on each other, only to disappear over the horizon as they pursue their own terminus. The way we tell those stories to ourselves and to others affects us, deeply. If we behave badly, or mistreat others, we are tempted to explain away our behaviour. The narrative shifts and warps in order to keep us at its centre, as the hero of the narrative.

So it pays to think while you're writing.

What is the story I'm telling and how does it connect to others? Am I working to explain or exonerate, or to criticise or condemn? Who does this help? Who does this serve?

That's not to say it should be a conscious part of the drafting process, exactly. I know and have heard of many writers scuttling themselves in the pursuit of an ideologically pure novel - finding that such pursuits tend to seize, rather than grease, the wheels of storytelling.

No - save it for the edits. That time when you've set your work aside for a little while and come back to it, hoping you've gained sufficient distance and objectivity to amend and improve your work. Read it, involve yourself in it at both narrative and craft levels - and question yourself.

As I said before: stories express and they influence.

What are you expressing?

What are you hoping to change?

Further Reading (if you like)

Bacchilega, Cristina, ‘Narrative Cultures, Situated Story Webs, and the Politics of Relation’ in Narrative Culture, Vol. 2, No. 1, Spring 2015

Stannard, R., 1992, American Holocaust: The Conquest of the New World, Oxford: Oxford University Press

Quinn, D, 1995, Ishmael, New York: Bantam Books

#writing #writeblr #writer stuff #writers on tumblr #writerscommunity #fiction writing #essay #discussion #literary theory #literary criticism #writing thoughts #This is honestly just off the cuff stuff guys #Pay no attention to me #Seriously though read Bacchilega's paper - it's amazing

[miyaur]

all i see is red. ⟢ with jealous! hsr men

— synopsis. jelly welly hsr men, god, your touchy male 'friend' definitely didn't wanna lay off you, and didn't wanna just be friends, and it's like you didn't mind, hell you didn't even say anything when the guy made you uncomfortable?? why?! seems like you were too nice to say anything, he'll just show who you belong to, and hopefully he'll fuck off.

— a letter from the author. taking advantage of the algorithm especially when it comes to this!! 1.5k notes on the 7mih helpp, this is my revenge post because i got claras card thing, and not her at 90 pity on the standard banner. you will see how much emotion i put into this. i lowkey just put them into to categories; nice and polite while the guy is around, and absolute bodyblock barrier while you hangout with him, or both, giggles

— heads up. smutty at the end of each thing, sextapes (caelus), kidnapping mentioned (dan heng & jing yuan), masturbation (all of them), possessiveness (most of them), creepy guy alert (the guy friend im talking about weeee), killing (blade/sampo), hickeys mentioned (most have), public fucking, just beware sex is everywhere, NOT IMPLIED FEM READER, TY !!!!

DAN HENG

・he never liked your 'friend'. he was almost too touchy with you whenever he got to hangout with you (& him). it seemed like he forgot you even had a boyfriend, a very dedicated one too. and he did not approve of this guy's actions at all. and it didn't help at all that he flirted with you for the fun of it, yeah right. he obviously wanted to get rid of him, and get with you. he isn't easily fooled, and that is so bold, of him to assume he can't see right through his little schemes to take you. too late honestly, because you loved him way more than that guy friend of yours. he's way better anyway. more utc.

・anything that the guy friend of yours offered? thinks there is an ulterior motive to it, and politely declines, makes it more obvious if he continues trying to shove the 'homemade food' that the guy made for him and his s/o. dan heng is not one for a lot of pda, but he's willing to hold your hand, by your waist, kisses on the cheek, hell, he'd go so far to kissing you on the lips and giving a hickey or two just to try telling the guy you already were his. always have been. but he kept trying... it's like an annoying little bug that won't stop 'till he stomps it dead. well, that's quite alright, he's willing to stab the hell out of this guy, gouge his eyes out and skin him alive, makes dan heng more protective and possessive if the guy tries anything that makes you uncomfortable. just really can't take the hint, huh?

・as he starts to do more things that made you uncomfortable but you were too nice to say anything, the angrier glances he gave to the guy while you looked away. trying to get the whole "you're making my s/o uncomfortable. get away." message, and best bet the guy just takes him as jealous that he was reeling his girl in. it really was the polar opposite. whenever he tried asking about the guy at home? you immediately change the topic, it was worse than dan heng thought. do.. you want him.. to perhaps.. get rid of him completely? just say the word, and he will..

nsfw ?!

・i will put most of the guys underneath 2 different sections on what they would do, and dan heng the type of guy to kidnap the creepy touchy flirtacious friend of yours, and fuck you infront of him :)

・might be a bit of a stretch, but thinking about it, he would, right infront of the man who thought he'd fuck your hole better? yeah right. you were made for him, dan heng, no one else, praises you like crazy, saying you're doing well and stuff, like there's no tomorrow, and every now and then glances at the guy, cloth tied around his mouth to keep him quiet, actual metal cuffs around his hands, and feet to keep him from moving, he really wants to show you aren't single, at all, wants to let him know, for the millionth time, you belonged to him, not him, not anyone else, he already marked you infront of him and that wasn't much of a hint? he's dumber than he looks. probably blindfolds you so you don't see the guy, but just keep letting out those pretty little moans of yours so he could get to work, ever since you introduced that sketchy guy to him, and saw his actions, this is a dream come true.

・makes real fucking sure he sees how good your boyfriend, dan heng, makes you feel, so much that the image of you and him will appear in that man's mind if you ever dare to think any bad or if he's a bad boyfriend to you, the slow hours that he'd fuck you in, it will make an impact on the poor man's mind. it was his fault anyway, dan heng gave him soo many chances, all he had to do was back off, he knew dan heng was yours, and you were dan heng's. and he didn't lay off. well, there's a price to pay when you date someone so beautiful as you are, getting to be in you felt better than being given a whole galaxy.

・when he can, he'll probably come back to this moment and jerk off to it, it was one of the first actual times you both got to do anything intimate after getting of jarilo VI. and the xianzhou situation really kept postponing anything between you too, just as so far to instead going on dates during the mission, maybe even quickies in alleyways. really loved the image of you being blindfolded, and moaning like a bitch in heat for his cock, nothing gave him more pleasure. maybe except you.

CAELUS

・poor baby, trying his best to not let the guy do anything more to make you more uncomfortable. the first few pickup lines and slight touchiness was.. bearable. but when he started getting too close for comfort, like almost kissing you at times, and that the guy claims it to be 'accidents'? tripping on nothing doesn't count as an accident, and he was right beside you, why didn't he go tumbling down with you? doesn't matter anymore, he's making you uncomfortable, so whenever you were too nice to decline the guy's offer, he'd come along and act as a barrier between you two. he doesn't want anymore accidents like that to happen, does he? no worries, caelus to the rescue!

・still never trusted him enough to take anything the guy offered, he would take it, but throw it away into the trash, where he and it belong. he tries to be emotionally understanding to the guy, but he just keeps hitting on you, how is he supposed to just sit there watching his s/o become uncomfortable, will body block any advance the man will attempt to do. he loves you like the sun, and he can't just let the sunshine in his life go.

・always, and i mean always advised you to just cut him off, but you felt like it was too rude. but it was so rude of him to continuosly flirt with you infront of your boyfriend. and you really couldn't say anything to not be 'impolite'. he was mad definitely, but not, never more mad at the guy, caelus would give an immensely huge amount of clues and hints to the guy that you're taken, he literally goes with you to your hangouts with the guy, is that not enough? what a blind guy, like how blind you were to realize he liked you. it's okay though, nothing a little video can help him realize that you're taken.

nsfw ?!

・will film you guys fucking. now i know i said i'd split the categories here into two, and i know not all the guys would do this, but think about it, that's all im saying. anyways, will film you both making love, capturing every little pretty moan you let out, and how well you take his cock in you, placing hickeys on you while praise spills off his lips, whispering just how good you feel, seems like the vanilla kind of guy, but i promise you he isn't always vanilla, like this kind of moment, will go rough. and really harsh with it. during these kind of days too, he will leave marks and hickeys on you, gets pleasure from it honestly.

・sends a picture and a small clip to the guy with a smiley face and captioned "never fucking speak to them again. they're mine, not yours, not anyone else's. :)"

・doesn't do this often, but again when he can: will stroke himself to the same image he sent <3 you just looked too pretty for him to not get erect by looking at the picture! he's sorry really, he just loves you so much.. probably fucked you infront of a mirror, just so you could see how much of a mess you were for him, just for him~

SAMPO

・at first, thinks it's funny, no one is as charismatic as him than himself. he thinks it's funny that guy can take you away from him, yeah right, not in a million years. when the guy starts to become obnoxiously flirty and touchy with you, that's when he starts to become protective, before that, he just thought it was funny. but he's actually trying to.. get with his amazing s/o when you clearly have the most perfect partner to be with you, no matter how much he decided to mark up your neck, and made sure the man saw him placing another, and he still kept trying to hit on you, not like you'd fall for someone like that guy, he makes you uncomfortable and is overly touchy. and to be frank, sampo is not that bad of a boyfriend, when you get closer to each other, is a big big sweetheart. literal angel tbh<3

・did take what the guy made, like food or etc, and poured it all into the trash while the man was looking. and mouthed words "stay away from my spouse :D". will always and from whenever the guy starts to go over the line, sampo will start holding you close, and is oddly more erotic than usual. will whisper in your ear how horny he is, but aside that, the guy seems like the thirdwheel in this situation, and that is not what he wanted at all, he didn't want it to be like that at all, and sampo sensed that a long time ago, as soon as the guy tries to lean in to close, sampo will go in for a kiss between the both of you.

・at some point kind of was scared you'd leave him for someone else, but your reassurance will always keep him relieved and safe to know that the person he loves the most and admires will always stay with him, forever, and now.

nsfw ?!

・probably will either kidnap the guy and fuck you infront of him, or will kill the guy and fuck you anyway. depends on his mood. hard & rough sex with him, because he's jealous, it's obvious enough, not just jealous, he's mad you just stood there and didn't tell the guy to fuck off. it's alright now though, he probably gets off to your frightened expression as he fucks your hole, seems like that kind of guy. his back just painted with all your scratches, putting you into a mating press does something to him idk. can't help but tell you your dazed expression from his cock was adorable!

・even after sex he'd probably would will eat/blow the hell outta your pussy/dick, sorry not sorry. kind of guy to fuck you in random alleyway somewhere in belobog, and makes sure the guy friend sees you guys at some point.

・likes to come back to that moment while you and him are fucking, just knowing that guy saw you both relentlessly so in the moment with each other in a public place, and no, just staying silent is not a choice with him, there's a reason why you just let the guy trip over nothing and trip on you as a result, there's an answer to why you did that. he knows it, and he'll fuck the answer out of you if he needs to.

WELT YANG

・already protective of you, and the guy just made him even more protective (+ possessive).. unlike before that welt really just followed you around without really having to do much that gave signs you were together, matching rings, possibly matching jackets/cardigans, literally holding hands, and the guy asks "is he your brother?" just gives him a really plain look, like what the fuck you guys didn't even look that much alike each other. before you could say anything though he'll kiss you on the lips, and it's a really long kiss to just rub it in.

・will intentionally bump into you when you receive stuff like food from the creepy guy, like will spill it on the floor, like fully calculated solution too, oh no the guy's gift suddenly fell on the floor and the 5 second rule isn't real oh nooo just seems like we cant do anything about it.. that's okay, welt just happens to have your favorite snack prepared for you right in his pocket (he wants to be better than the guy in every way possible). will one-up the guy on everything just to make sure he proves that he's better for you, that's his little red flag, just if he's jealous.

・scared if you're ever more impressed by the creep than him, scared of replacement probably, more scared if you even are comfortable with the touchiness that the guy does near you, kind of guy to actually sit between you two because he knows the guy will try something. holds your hand constantly, even if the guy makes him uncomfortable and anxious himself, he doesn't want you to feel the same.

nsfw ?!

・just the type of man to block him everywhere on your end, and fuck you pretty vanilla just to get his mind off it. just wants time with you by himself, and that stupid guy friend of yours just had to interrupt. but all he could is think about how good you feel around him. how well you take him is all and everything on his mind, the tight warmth around his cock is one of the only things that could distract him from anything.

・kind of hesitant at first about blocking the guy, but he knows you're uncomfortable with it, and to make you feel better, he wants to give you the most pleasurable night possible, maybe not the most, that can wait for your wedding night <3

・just really wants to take your mind off that creep, and let you focus on how good his cock is making you feel, those little mewls of yours is proof that his plan is going well! just wants to see your hole overwhelmed with his cum, loves it so much honestly, and has a lowkey breeding kink so be ready to bear his children (real not fake)

・lowkey been dreaming of this moment, he's jerked off to it before, just railing the hell out of you while he's just so calm about it, your dazed, blurry vision, could only see welt's face, the only thing registering in your mind, was his relentless pace, throbbing dick so easily sliding in and out from the cum from all the other rounds, doesn't seem like he'll stop 'till you can't walk at all <3

JING YUAN

・no mercy at all, will side eye the guy all the damn time. wym you gonna give my s/o a gift... fuck off bro... unimaginably and overtly possessive, you are HIS. and why are YOU hanging out with other guys. you are supposed to only be his to talk to smh (he means it as a joke but is jealous you even talk to anyone else.) does not hesitate to make out in front of the guy and mark you all over your neck or what. because you're his, and it's only right he marks what's his before someone tries to take you. blatantly ignores the guy when he tries to talk to him, someone who's trying to take you from him wants to talk to him? yikes... yeah right, no.

・will personally pull him into a private place and tell him to lay off, that he makes you uncomfortable, and that you aren't up for new relationships, because if he really hasn't seen yet, you are his, why and how does this creep that you met 2 days ago will ever one-up someone as great as he is. and he knows you'd pick him over the guy friend any day of the week. intentionally kisses you and while you aren't looking he will glance and smirk at the guy because he knows he just saw you and him kissing, tongue contact and everything.

・why does this guy even keep trying? quite the stubborn brat, he'll just have to show him who you belong to, and he'll die with the secret <3

nsfw ?!

・kind of guy to kidnap the male friend and fuck the shit outta of you infront of him. such a meanie, thrusting so harshly out and inside you again and again, the belly bulge as clear as daylight, and will shove fingers down your throat if you end up being too loud, his little room all the way at the bottom of his home isn't sound proof you know.. but the servants know he fucks you almost every night there anyway, kind of forgets the guy is there and goes down on you like there's no tomorrow.

・makes sure to torture the guy a bit more before he decides or either killing him off or just knocking him out and carrying the man back into the wild, phone in his hand, with a message from you saying "never text or come near my s/o ever again, i hope you had fun watching us last night. <3"

・where did he put the guy exactly? err... totally not onto another planet.... totally.

BLADE

・i would be lying if i said he didn't already place hickeys on your neck, lowkey a kind of high sex drive honestly. and who allowed you to have other friends that are outside of the stellaron hunters, whatever he doesn't wanna seem like the manipulative boyfriend type, he'll let this one slide, for now.

・hates him from the very second he meets the guy. you shouldn't even be friends with such a creep. plus he seems like he just wants to sleep with you then steal all your belongings. and that's when he won't let it slide anymore. no, why the hell would he take a 'gift' from a sketchy looking guy you met 2 days ago?? you already are a gift so he considers it useless, and the guy useless, so desperate for his spouse..

・will grab you by your hair/collar and fuck you there instead, and the guy can't help but overhear your sweet little moans, all bubbling up at once, and he can't help but just indulge himself into what a mess he made you. just like to hold you face up to his while he thrusts so thoroughly wrecking your insides, just as he kisses the tip of your nose and releases into you, gets you dressed up and walks out the alleyway like nothing happened.

nsfw ?!

・as if the 'sfw' section of this wasnt already nsfw LMFOA, anyways, like i said he'll fuck you even while you and the guy are hanging out, just to show who you really belong to, no one else can manhandle you like this, not in a million years. your hole was made for only him anyway.

・doesn't really care about the guy seeing you both or not, and id you are uncomfortable around him he'll be dead by morning and he'll give you a good fucking as an apology for not realizing it sooner, wants to be a better boyfriend fluffy wise, but your fucked up little expression when his cock finally shoots his warm cum into you is much more adorable, he wouldn't trade it for the world <3!

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[amaryscita]

Slut me out

So have y’all noticed how Miguel’s theme song sounds so close to Slut me out by Nle? Hehehe

Miguel x Reader smut (i honestly don’t know what I’m doing)

Slut me out-Nle Choppa

(Btw this is my first nsfw & minors dni Ty<3)

(Ps: i Listened to slut me out like 10 times help)

“Rip off my shirt if you love me”

You and Miguel decided to have a quickie in his office since you both were so pent up so he ripped off your shirt as he disable his suit, He pushed you onto the desk and got on top of you starting to suck your nipples “A-Ah~ Miguel por favor mi amor..” You said in a whiney tone “Sé paciente, muñeca” Miguel mumbled while attacking your nipple, leaving hickeys all around your chest <3

Spit in my face when you fuck me

You and Miguel were arguing which turned into hate sex “Eres una puta de mierda” Miguel said which made you spit in his face, that just made him angrier which made him pound into you harder. Legs wrapped around his waist scratch marks on his back. <3

Play with my gooch, while you suck me (rich guy Miguel au)

You were Miguel’s assistant and of course you both fell inlove which is how you landed here, on your knees messing with Miguel’s Gucci belt as you suck him off, “good girl.. you listen to me so well.” Miguel said as he pulled your hair into a ponytail as you looked up at him, your glossy pretty eyes. <3

Eat the dick like you was ugly

You were feeling insecure about how many girls gave Miguel attention so you decided to give him the best head ever, you tied him up so he couldn’t stop you once he finished cumming. His body was shakey “Ba- Ah~ baby.. enough I-i just finished…” <3

(I’m skipping ‘Where your friend? Bring your buddy I don't think that you enoughie.’ Idk if Miguel likes threesomes😇)

Her favorite thing to say is, "Cuff me"

You and Miguel’s sexy time was kinky sometimes, and Miguel liked seeing you cuffed and in restraints it turns him on, “You look so pretty like that doll, all cuffed for me” “Please Miguel.. touch me…” <3

Slut-Slut-Slut me out

Miguel had you in different positions hitting you in every right spot as you’d be either gripping the sheets or gripping his shoulder, he’s made you cum 5 times now and he’s aiming for five more “C’mon pretty, take it for me.” Your legs were shaking and the sheets were soaked but oh you looked so sexy like that, ass red from spanking during doggy style, bite marks on your shoulders from missionary it was a long night <3

(I kinda skipped the repeating 😇)

Big dick energy, I give it

Si, Miguel does give big dick energy cus this man has an 10.8 inch defeater, so good luck 😬😬

Don't believe me, then come feel it. Gon' put this here in your kidney, please

He’s definitely in that kidney, he think it’s cute when he sees your tummy bulge <3

Suck my balls, come chickpea me

He likes his balls sucked 100% i mean yeah it feels good “mm.. yeah.. just like that.. a-ah~ amor..” <3

Fuck you anywhere, I'm that type guy

Public sex is a go, as long as you can keep quiet of course, i don’t blame you if you can’t that man is Woo! <3

What position do I like? All of 'em, baby

He loves you already but you being flexible is a pro, he loves putting you in different positions seeing the way you bend and stuff yah know just trying shit out <3

Put it on camera, masturbate to it later

Definitely records you sex sessions so when you’re away he has jerk off material, Like once!! You were at your parents house without him and poor boy was so horny :( so he went into his private files and had a video of you saved while he’s pounding you from behind 💕 <3

Ever sucked a vegan spider dick? Baby, come taste me

You never thought you’d have sex with someone like him let alone suck his dick but there’s always new experiences all around :D! <3

Don't cum quick, I control my bladder

You’re lying if you tell me this man doesn’t have stamina, this MAN can go HOUUUURRSSSS (well not hours) but he’ll definitely edge you so you both can cum at the same time “C’mon baby.. hold out a little bit more for me?” “M-Miguel.. I-i can’t..”

Dick real big, come climb my ladder

Better bring some rope (iykyk)

Fat coochies, little coochies, all coochies matter

He doesn’t care, he loves you for you (I don’t think talking about coochie is the best explanation buttttt)

Ass real fat, I can make it get fatter

He likes to do doggy style so he can see ur ass clap from behind

Wanna see a magic trick? Bend over backwards

You were cooking and Miguel thought it’d be funny to bend you over backwards and grind against your ass

IM FINALLY DONEZ and yes I’m skipping repeating!! Enjoy

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[olderthannetfic]

how much does it hurt for an erect dick to be against underwear

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I mean... there are some dick-havers reading here, but have you considered looking this up somewhere more like... IDK... reddit?

But consider:

Bodies vary incredibly.

What kind of underwear are we talking here?

Are there skinny jeans over said underwear? Loose sweats?

Has this person been edged for a zillion hours or are they suddenly getting hard or what?

Is the dick stuck in a specific position or does it just happen to be touching some stretchy cloth?

My off the cuff reaction is that your phrasing sounds like you've been reading cliched fanfic where some dude's jeans are chafing as a metaphor for how hotttttt everything is and/or what a massive pornstar dick he has.

Does a light brush of cloth hurt on a clit? On nipples? There are some craaaazy sensitive people out there, but a lot of the "ZOMG! So overstimulated I might die!" stuff is 1. supposed to be after being edged and 2. a porn trope.

Do you honestly think that a guy tenting loose boxers that aren't constricting him at all is going to be in pain, like, as a default?

[eyesxxyou]

Cute but quickly turns to nsfw!

Hobie would make his person a jacket like his for their style if they might not be punk or if it is punk he makes it like his. But it still has your beliefs in the jacket which is probably similar to hobie’s. As hobie wouldn’t date someone who doesn’t believe his beliefs, it’s obvious why he wouldn’t. So on the jacket would also probably be stuff of hobie and you on there or put in it that’s hid. Like nicknames, photos, inside things between the two of y’all or he would probably spray paint you on government property to piss off President Osborn. (Using president osborn from the comics but still point stands) Or he’d teach you how to play his guitar or something. Honestly he’d be into what you’ve liked that whole year or really payed mind into that year and give you it. Then he’ll give you another present when you aren’t around friends or family or anyone. And that present is probably around 8 inches possible, being tied up with his belts as cuffs for your hands as he makes you his pretty overstimulated thing. That or your present to him could be really sweet in front of people then overstimulating him with a strap, then using more toys on him as you ride him while he can’t properly make out a sentence or say anything. He will just be moaning your name which he can barely do as he’s been edged and stimulated so much till he finally gets his orgasm. And even when he does yall just keep going till he has no cum left. He can’t tell if he should thank Santa for this years Christmas’s or not…

Like your present to him in front of people could be tons of pins, band T-shirts, tickets for a band he likes, a new jacket he could decorate (with pins, spikes, and patches you give him) or smth like that! Or maybe a guitar, since that man uses his guitar as a weapon it might break. So you can give him another guitar or or even guitar strings or smth. Then overstimulation when yall are by yourself together. Mhmm and you could think of this with ftm hobie as well which isn’t a bad thought (I love ftm hobie!)

Also totally unrelated but I love the thought of demi-romantic hobie and asexual hobie (demiromantic is a thing on the aro-spectrum and I’m totally not saying it because Im Demi-romantic. That and agender hobie since I can hear hobie be like ‘gender doesn’t exist’ man ultimately probably wouldn’t care. Since agenders believe they have no gender. And demiromantics only feel romantic attraction if they have a strong emotional connection, I feel like hobie actually knowing someone is important to him. He also wants people to have a strong bond and understand him and his actions that man probably has autism or adhd or both! I could go on guys it’s unhealthy please I’m going to stop now)

-🍄

I- I don't know what to say. I loved every part of this.

And I know what demi romantic is! I'm so happy to find someone else who does, I used to identify that way before I realized I was just aroace!

#🍄 anon #{eye's inbox} #{👁️ inbox}

[starsfic]

Just something I wrote based on an anon's writings to @purble-turble involving yandere Shadowlion being obsessive over Sun Wukong. Contians spoilers for the S4 special.

The room was wonderful.

Plants lined large windows that provided an excellent view of the fields outside. There was even a balcony with carefully tended plants nodding in the wind. Bookshelves were lined with hundreds of books spanning multiple subjects, from dramas to political treatises. There was even a TV with a large stack of games. The centerpiece was the large, elaborate bed. Completely covered in gorgeous purple and blue sheets and blankets and pillows, it was the perfect nesting ground.

Anyone would be lucky to rest here.

Unless you were Wukong.

By now, he had seen all the ugly signs that the room hid beneath its luxury. The windows were locked. The balcony door was sealed shut. A thick chain, diamond-laced, stretched from his ankle to the center of the floor, with the pillows hiding more cuffs at the headboard in case he tried to lash out in the night. Seven locks clamped the door tightly shut and refused to break, no matter how hard Wukong banged and thrashed and screamed to be let out.

He was trapped.

How had things ended up like this?

Wukong could barely remember. He remembered diving in the way of ink Peng's attack, warning Qi Xiaotian (oh he must be so scared) to seal the scroll, and waking up here. Much to his horror, he hadn't been alone.

Macaque had been there. Wukong had honestly been expecting that. He had seen the signs of the shadow master lurking around Flower Fruit Mountain. The only reason he hadn't driven off the guy was because Xiaotian was fond of him. The other guy had been a surprise.

Azure Lion. Free of the Diyu.

For once, Wukong had felt no remorse for sending him down to the kings of hell, unlike sealing DBK under the mountain or batting Macaque away or, hell, even sealing the others in the scroll. The lion demon had not taken their mercy during the journey. Instead, he had gotten the brilliant idea to wait until the journey was over and try and kidnap him.

They were working together to "fix" him, apparently. Reverse all the progress the journey, Tripitaka, hell even Xiaotian had made. Azure had termed it a "sickness" with a doting smile.

He had tried to escape. Of course he did.

When not even using their secret rivalry (of course Wukong knew about it, he just wasn't sure how to handle it) worked, Wukong was faced with the facts. He had to wait. Either to be rescued (which he hated) or for an opening.

Wukong groaned, leaning back in the nest. He hated everything about this. Even the fucking clothes were awful! I mean, hello, how were you supposed to react when one of your stalkers admitted to stealing clothes so he could fucking whiff your scent every minute! He had outgrown the hat years ago, but every time Azure saw him with it off he would stuff it back on his head.

It was like being stuck in the scroll again.

And, like then, all he could do was sit and wait.

#BlueEclipse #Sun Wukong #my writing #LMK #LMK AU #Monkie Kid #Monkie Kid AU #LEGO Monkie Kid #LEGO Monkie Kid AU #au #LMK Season 4 special spoilers #Monkie Kid Season 4 special spoilers #LEGO Monkie Kid Season 4 special spoilers

[hazshit-hotel-hater]

Charlie Morningstar Redesign! (4/7)

It’s the girl herself!!!

I could NOT stand the red in her suit so i made it a much nicer soft cream colour! I think red is a lovely colour but in the case of someone like Charlie who wants to brand herself as approachable and welcoming, a strong harsh red all over is not the way to go. The red of her horns and lower hooves and vest is already more than enough red and it pairs very nicely with the yellows and gold accents in the rest of her design in my opinion!

I always tend to draw her with this big hopeful eyes to contrast the kind of scary look that rectangle pupils give and I think it reflects her character pretty well. Charlie is absolutely a sweetheart but when angry her eyes become flatter and more threatening. She’s literally offered to kill a guy for Angel once so she has to have some kick in her, plus horns are good for stabbing! And accessories!! Like cute chains!!!!! My original Charlie redesign had her with a little apple cuff on her horn and I do miss it a little, but I think she looks alright without it too :3 she keeps it in a dresser somewhere

I’ve never drawn or designed a character with cloven hoof hands but I think I might do it more often after this. Thinking about her writing or typing with the little clicky sounds makes my brain happy and honestly walking with hooves has that special flair that heels just cannot achieve. Since she’s the hotel owner/staff she also gets her own custom little nametag like Niffty (the rest if the staff have them as well but not all of them wear them all the time like Husk, Van/Vaggie, or Alastor) I personally think Charlie made them all herself and let everyone write their own names, but she enjoyed picking colours and all that :)

Her red cheek things were a bit strange to me and I gotta be honest I didn’t like them very much so I replaced them with a softer peach gradient on her cheeks and hips to give an extra warmness to her. I want her to seem like the kind of person that can give a REALLY firm handshake and also a very good hug and talk about anything. Oh her little wave is supposed to look kind of like that weird royal wave I see those royal people do sometimes. I thought it’d be a cute little thing to add slightly-off regal mannerisms where I could.

I hope the goat motifs came through well enough, I really like abnormal legs (you will begin to notice this soon) and they really just add so much personality to me I love working with them. I wanted Charlie to be kind of chubby and soft looking hence the colour choice leaning more towards warm rather than hot and trying to use less pointed shapes with her like the little gold ball tassels on her bolo-tie. About the bolo-tie! The little gem on the inside is purple to symbolise the pride ring, but it also allows direct transport to other layers of hell. Sinners cannot use this even if they get their hands on it, but it’s still incredibly rare and valuable because of materials and such. It’s like an eco friendly private jet. Maybe Taylor Swift should get her hands on one of these! :)

And if anyone was wondering yes I did want the purple to also look a bit like a nether portal.. it was a good opportunity.

The last little details I want to note are the faint heart motifs on her ear and hooves. For the hooves it’s really cheesy but I think the metaphorical idea of leaving a tiny bit of love wherever she goes is cute and I like being sappy. The ear heart being a tear has always meant some kind of “hurt to get what you love” thing to me. I don’t fully know how to describe it but it’s not in a toxic mentality, she just does a lot of stressful stuff to get her dreams and passions going and I think shes great for that.

I plan on drawing her true form eventually and maybe showing a little animation of transformation (I just want an excuse to draw her tail again)

Overall Charlie is one of my favourites to draw and write for, shes just such a sweetie and I love her to death 🩷 she is quite literally the heart of the hotel and she is doing her best! Excited to post again later today :3 📻

[invisibleraven]

AU Prompt cults + willie/anyone because *frantic waving and pointing at whatever caleb has going on in canon*

Willie always knew he end up tangled up with the cops-he just figured he would be cuffed and in the back of their car, not working with them to bring his boss down.

But that's the end of the story.

In the beginning, Willie was a poor street kid who ran from his last foster home after they tried to take his board. He filled his backpack with food from their pantry and cash from their safe, and took off.

He did okay for a bit, but all his plunder ran out faster than not, and he wasn't great at panhandling. So he ended up finding shelters that didn't ask too many questions and lied about his age to get under the table jobs. He also got pretty good at picking pockets.

That's how Caleb found him-hand in proverbial cookie jar, but instead of calling the fuzz, Caleb just smirked at him. "Well well, that's quite the talent you have there," he said. "Maybe we can put it to better use?"

So Caleb brought Willie to the club-offered him free room and board, three square meals if Willie agreed to help wait tables and attend to the guests. It seemed like a good offer, and Willie figured if it turned out bad, he could just head out once more.

It turned out to be a pretty sweet gig, all told. Willie liked getting paid to dance and sing for this rich idiots, and Caleb looked the other way when their wallets or jewels might have gone missing. As long as Willie gave a cut to the club, and didn't steal from the VIPs.

Willie also got to be Caleb's eyes and ears; reporting back to him the vibes and chatter he heard while working the floor, recruiting other kids like himself to come work there, or telling Caleb about other clubs trying to move in on their turf.

"Good job William," Caleb would always say, giving him that shark like smile that kind of scared Willie until it softened into something genuine. It made him feel... special, cared for.

Of course, Willie knew he wasn't special, he was one of dozens working and living here. All of the kids seemed to have a similar story-Caleb picked them up off the street, gave them a purpose, a home. Didn't ask much of them really, just their loyalty and devotion, which wasn't hard to offer to a man who lifted them from the gutter.

It all changed one night when one patron dropped a copy of Oliver Twist, and well, Willie does return stuff that isn't worth much-but he can't find the gentleman, only a piece of paper asking to meet the next day at a park bench. Willie decides he can do a good deed, and heads off the next day.

Only when he gets there, the gentleman turns out to be a cop. "Seems you got tangled up in something sinister."

Willie tries to play dumb, but the cop has pictures of Willie picking several pockets at the club, and doing some graffiti around town-enough to put him away for a bit, something he desperately wants to avoid.

"Thought you were the Dodger, but you're Oliver in this scenario," the cop says, laughing like the reference is oh so clever. "And you're gonna help us take down Fagin."

"You mean Caleb?" Willie asks. "He's a good guy."

"He's a thief, an embezzler, and an all around con artist. That little club of his is a front for a major ring of crimes, blackmailing the guests out of their life savings, helping the less than reputable members carry out crimes," the cop replied. "He recruits kids like you to do his dirty work and you don't even know it. It's a cult; making you think you're doing honest work when you're all be the ones held responsible if we let him get away with it."

So to save himself, and the rest of the kids, Willie agrees to a deal. He helps the cops (which revolts him honestly, he had always had a fuck the police mentality, but he also has a stay the fuck out of jail motto) take down Caleb, none of the employees serve time.

Bringing him to here, where he watches the cops escort Caleb out of the club in cuffs, he's stoic and silent, glaring at Willie, like he knows his role in this-maybe he does honestly.

It leaves all of them a bit lost afterwards. Everything is seized and blocked off while the investigation is underway. But Willie may have funneled away a large chunk of cash before the cops got to it, paying for a place for himself and anyone who isn't too mad at him for betraying Caleb.

It's a new start, and it's kind of scary, but WIllie breathes a little easier knowing he's free.

And finally gets around to reading that copy of Oliver Twist.

#filled prompts #ficlet #willie & caleb #julie and the phantoms

[quinloki]

Hahaha jokes on you for saying people are qualified to speak to you bc now I’m even more encouraged to send you my thoughts

Jk. But I appreciate your acceptance of them. I’m currently trying to bully my IRL bestie to hurry tf up on getting thru one piece bc right now my options are limited like she’s in enies lobby now and I’m like pls… at least get to post time skip… I can scream about Law and Marco then

Omg ok so it’s peak squirrel brain hours for me rn so lemme try to tell you about this brainrot I’ve been having.

I literally have no idea where it came from but modern au, you’re a patron at thatch’s bar, you go there often and are friendly with thatch bc he’s a nice guy. Friends with Luffy. You go to said bar, having a great time with your friends, whitebeard crew shows up bc it’s thatch’s place obvi, but some other crew busts in trying to pick a fight. Somehow you get yoinked as a hostage bc the other crew wants to fight somewhere else (a trap duh) and it’s not a situation where they can get you out safe so they’re like yes we’ll fight you at this location but Marco is like I wanna come too, prolly cause he feels responsible maybe you were by the whitebeard crew bc you were luffy’s friend or you were flirting with Marco and that’s why you got snatched

And the baddies they’re like fine fine but it’s seastone cuffs. They got beef with him or something so they were down, plus having one of their fighters tapped out seemed smart

So you go off with them and both of you are just subconsciously trying to protect the other Marco even has you come sit on his lap bc the sketchy van you’re put in has stuff all over the floor and you’re wearing shorts/skirt and it’s conveniently freezing in the van so like, y’all can warm eachother up

And the baddies are like oh wait is it the Phoenix’s gf is that why he wanted to come and they’re taunting like oh the things we could do to your little gf and Marco is like just remember the cuffs won’t be on forever

Anyways they drive y’all around until the meeting time maybe taunting or roughing poor Marco up a little and finally they all meet up at this trap location except obvi the whitebeard pirates are gonna kick ass and come to the rescue and they take you back with them to heal any injuries/make sure you ok

BUT

Oh no one of the baddies gets away and starts posting all over the dark web about the phoenix’s weakness and everyone is like oh you’re in danger guess you gotta stay with us for awhile

And Marco was so nice so you just have a huge crush but he somewhat avoids you bc he feels responsible so you’re like oh he does not like me back oh ok

And idk they’re loosely mafia ish so some shenanigans ensue of people coming after you but Marco is always there to protect you and the tension is off the charts

….

That’s kinda as far as my brain got bc I keep starting over lmao

Ugh I wish I was better at making that a cute little story I’m so good at coming up with things in my head but typing them out is so hard T_T

But I hope you enjoyed my brainrot I’m about to head to bed and will most likely be thinking of it more <3

An Author friend of mine - far more successful and suited to the job than I am - said something once that really sticks with me.

The ideas are the easy part, writing is the hard part.

Some people will come to her with ideas, and want some sort of 50/50 deal for doing "half" the work, and honestly, no matter how well fleshed out the idea is, it's barely going to be 5% of the process at best.

I don't share that to put your idea down, not even a little, but I do mention it to highlight that you're not wrong. Turning ideas into stories is the hard part, and honestly I always love seeing that truth understood too. (Real fun is when you apply that to other things and realize that certain types who have "great ideas" are rarely the ones who make them reality, but they really want to continually tell you how great their ideas are changing the world >.> )

<.<

Moving on from my little rant, I have to say I LOVE THIS - KAZIEAI OMFG I AM FOAMING AT THE FUCKING MOUTH YOU DO NOT UNDERSTAND THIS IS ONE OF MY MOST FAVORITIESTS SITUATIONS EVER!

I love everything about this!

AND THE ENSUING ANGST

UNNNGH.

So - I have to admit I have a Mafia AU Marco story I'm slowly working on. It's pretty complex so far, intended as a slowburn anyway, and I really want to incorporate this idea into it. I just love the vibes.

AND - lol - one of the points I wanted to sort out for it was specifically having the reader end up in the Main House for the Whitebeard Mafia family. This idea is PERFECT, a few adjustments for the reader type and the AU itself, and the vibes are there. It's a Devil Fruit AU too, so >.>

the reader as a hostage gets Marco as a "hostage", they're supposed to let her go at that point, but someone gets the brilliant idea that the girl keeps the bird inline, and Pops' prize bird keeps the other boys inline, so they're keeping both.

The idea of the doomed kidnappers thinking the two are together works, it'll be the 2nd or 3rd time they've met and yeah, there's been flirting, but nothing committal. So her staying at the Main House for protection still leave Marco with a sour taste - he does like her, but this situation isn't fair. He's too laid back and experienced to blatantly avoid her, but he makes sure there's always someone else around, excusing himself before his brothers can "leave the two of them alone" or anything.

In this particular story the reader is an adopted kid of Big Mom's, trying to get away from the mafia life to some degree, and more than that to avoid being married off for whatever reason by Big Mom in the first place. (this is grumbled about in the first chapter, so it's not some big reveal). That certainly adds another layer to things, especially if Lin-Lin sees it as an in to tie the two families together.

Ah, sweet Kazieai <3 I would love to utilize this wonderful idea you've blessed my morning with. Just because the idea part is easier than the writing part doesn't mean it isn't worth due credit ❤️Especially when it's just the scenario I was trying to come up with.

#quin muses #quin answers #reader insert #x reader #kazieai #marco the phoenix #the current working title is Accidental Ornithology >.>

[grippingbeskar]

salt, ice and fire | frank castle 

chapter six - this is what they pay me for

[series masterlist] [previous chapter]

frank castle x fem!reader

word count: 3.8k

warnings: mentions of death, canon typical violence, puking, mentions of mental illness/panic attacks, sad chapter guys sorry but only up from here! the ice is melting!!!

a/n: i really hope i did karen justice with this one (you will know what i mean when you read it) ENJOY!!!!

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Frank’s phone buzzes in the pocket of his jeans, still discarded somewhere on the floor behind him. He groans, his head still pounding, but at least he could see straight today.

He checks the time on the small digital clock on the table, and he knows only one person who would call him right now. Only one person who would call him, period. He leans over and digs his hand around, finally finding the burner phone and sitting up on the bed.

“Tell me you have something for me.”

“Mornin’ to you too, Agent.” He can almost see the face Madani makes on the other side of the phone.

“You better hope your ass is long gone, because if I find you anywhere near that school, I won’t stop anyone from arresting you, lead or no.” Frank turns is head, losing his attention as he sees you, rolling over, buried in a pile of blankets.

“I’m not there.” She sighs, like she’s secretly relieved. “It was the girl. Some kind of cuff on her wrist. We got it off before it exploded.”

“They had a bomb strapped to her?” Frank huffs in confirmation. “Fuck. Okay, where is she now?” You haven’t woken up yet, and you look somewhat calm laying there, dead asleep. He considers for a second, weighing his options. He knows he can trust Madani, and she’s the only one who can tell either of you what you need to know. She’s his only connection to any information funnelling in about The Colonel and the Gnucci’s, and she’s your only connection to your brother. He should tell her. Lead with honesty.

It would be the smart thing to do.

“She bolted. I’ll find her. You got anything new for me?” He lies seamlessly, and talks a bit quieter.

“Figured. Look, maybe just - honestly, there are too many things to sort through right now, and she’s clearly not motivated by loyalty to either of them. As long as she isn’t ripping a hole through New York, we should probably focus on the Colonel.” Again, a door closes through the receiver, and you cover your face with the blankets. Frank stares at the wall in front of him. “The Gnucci’s have been laying low since Washington, but I don’t trust their completely disconnected from all this. I’ve been looking into the Colonel, and he had a dishonourable discharge from basic training for trying to strangle one of his bunkmates.”

“Perfect.” Frank groans.

“Yeah, well after that, he just disappears. He hardly spent more than six months in training, yet every report says he’s highly trained, and these online forums tell me he’s seen a lot more violence than six months in base camp. Where would he learn stuff like that, as well as the ability to draw in vulnerable, uneducated kids looking for a fight?” It’s got Gnucci written all over it. It was a classic system, used by all the gangs in America.

They find someone who’s down, angry and alone, pull them into a family, make them feel like they belong, then inch by inch, they drag them into their world. By the time the kid realises it, they’re too far gone, and then it’s their turn to bring in kids just like them. Who was more vulnerable and angry than a kid who just got kicked out of the army for attacking his mates?

“So the Colonel’s working for the Gnucci’s?”

“It makes sense, right? How else would he get past us, and get past the security they still had stationed out back when you got there. You said they snuck her out just as you arrived?”

“Yeah.” He remembers seeing you, how much smaller you looked. It made him feel a little sick, the way those guys were dragging you out, your legs so limp you couldn’t even hold yourself up. “They went out the back door.”

“My agent said they were wheeling the boy out that way, too. Impossible they wouldn’t of seen each other, unless their playing for the same team.”

“That’s smart.”

“Well, that’s not what they pay you for.” Frank breaths a ghost of a laugh. “I know you’ve been following them for a while, just tell me what it’s going to take for you not to dive head first into this.”

“You know waiting ain’t exactly my style, Madani.” She sighs and says goodbye before hanging up the phone, and Frank hadn’t let himself look over at you until he hung the phone up. So when he finally did, he saw you sitting up, face screwed in something between anger and hurt.

“Selling me out already, huh? Not FBI my fucking ass.” You swing the blankets out from underneath you, and he knows your pissed with him. 

“I’m not selling you-”

“Just had to wait until I was asleep? That whole sewing me up thing last night? That was to get me to trust you, huh?” Frank can feel his headache coming back, but he gets up, putting himself between you and the door as you rifle through the bag, finding some pants. He knows if you run he won’t be fast enough to catch you, and he needs you to- “You think you can keep me here till your friend shows up?”

“Christ! I’m not fuckin’ selling you out!” You tug the pants on and step up to him, preparing for a fight. 

“That’s bullshit. I know she wants me to help her, you said it yourself.”

“Trust me, I’d love nothin’ more than to leave your ass behind. Make my life a whole lot easier.” He steps back but you don’t give him the room, nearly shoving him into the door. 

“Why don’t you!?” He doesn’t answer, just angles himself against the wall so he isn’t right underneath you. He stands up straight, and tucks his chin so he can still look you in the eye. Your arm starts to drop off his chest when he squares his shoulders. “You can’t. Because you’re on orders, aren’t you marine?” You say the title as an insult, spitting it out like dirt in your mouth. 

“You better stop acting like you know everything, or you’ll get yourself killed.” He uses his forearm and shoves you backwards. With the force, you should have flew off him, but he hardly breaks your stance. 

“Is that a threat?” You were both breathing hard, sucking up all the oxygen in the room. He stays silent, half sure you were about to swing at him, the other half too consumed in how you were looking at him. Like you wanted him to prove you right.

“I’m on no one’s orders.” 

“Sure you are. Secret Service or some shit? This is what they pay you for, isn’t that right?” It hits him. That you have been locked up for three years.

You have no idea who he is.

What he’s done the past few years, and why he might be understanding of a killer who is just fighting for their family. 

“Because you know me so well, yeah? Got me all figured out?” You laugh harshly, the light in your eyes darkening in spite of the sunlight starting to stream in from the window. 

“I’ve known people like you my entire life, and every single one has sold me out the second they get the chance.”

“Not everything is about you. You’re making a mistake, and it’s gonna cost you when you get out in the real world.”

“My only mistake was not ripping your head off when I had the fucking chance.” You seethe through your teeth, and he waits for you to storm out. 

Maybe he should let you go - hell, it wasn’t Madani who had to deal with you for the past 48 hours. She already thinks you weren’t here. No use getting himself killed trying to keep you.

If you decided to walk out - he would goddamn let you. Even if he needed you to stay.

He stands to the side, sliding out from your hold easily and stepping back. You may be strong, but you had no technique. He takes a leap of faith, and calls your bluff.

“Go, then. See how far you get without me.” Your fists clench tight at your sides. “You got no idea where you are. No idea where the Colonel is.”

“You are a fucking asshole-“

“Yeah. But I’m the asshole with the shit you need.” He turns around, heading towards the bathroom. “I don’t work for anyone. You search the name ‘Frank Castle’ in any goddamn computer in the world and you’ll figure it out. If you’re not here in half an hour, I’ll leave. And I won’t look for you again.”

With that he slams the door to the bathroom, and it takes you a whole five seconds to make your decision. He hears the front door close, and he knows he’s alone.

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God - you wanted to fucking scream he made you so angry.

Where did he get the balls? You heard him on the phone, talking to that Agent Madani like they were best friends. It was only a matter of time, anyways. Everyone sold you out, everyone needed a piece of you. He should of been smart and kept you in handcuffs this time.

You had no idea where you were, you hated that he was right about that. You hadn’t seen the world without someone tugging on your leash since you were twelve, and even then you were from Massachusetts. New York was foreign to you.

You stormed out anyways, still seething as you turned right and walked down the road. You could see a few people, but it was still early, so most of the places weren’t open except a cafe and the shop where Frank clearly bought these stupid pants from.

Looking over your shoulder, you could see a few business men talking to each other over coffee, and one of them was getting up to smoke a cigarette out the front. You knew you were going to go back eventually - at the very least, you needed a ride out of this shithole. With the way he reacted, you were 99% sure he wasn’t a FED, but you had time to waste. Your eyes were locked on the laptop left open on the table, brain flooding with Franks last words.

‘You search the name Frank Castle. You’ll figure it out.’

You couldn’t get his fucking voice out of your head. Mostly, it was anger. Anger that you had trusted him, that you had really been that naive to think the first guy who didn’t shoot you on sight would be your saving grace, and anger that you wanted him to be.

There was just something about him that drew you in. Made you want to believe what he was saying. You had a good twenty minutes before he said he was leaving, and you couldn’t shake the feeling that you shouldn’t go too far, because you knew you would go back to him.

There was a small part of you that was curious. With all this free will you have discovered, you let your mind wander to why this guy could possibly be trying to help you out, if he really wasn’t working to bring you in. He said he was in the Marines, or used to be.

You watch the men walk out past the entrance of the cafe, one of the laptops still logged in, almost daring you to use it. The waitress is busy making coffee, and no one else is around. Stealth definitely wasn’t your strong suit, but hey. Free will and all.

With one last look at the men, you make your move, sliding into the booth and opening up a new tab on the first unlocked computer.

You have no idea where to start, so you do exactly what he said. You type in ‘frank castle’ and hit search. What comes up nearly makes you vomit.

The first article, the one with the most hits, is written by a ‘Karen Page’. It takes a second to register that the man in the cover photo is Frank. He’s wearing orange, a prison jumpsuit or something. He looks clean, but there’s all kinds of cuts over his face, and he has a huge black eye.

His face is hard. A little intimidating, almost. You scroll past the photo, getting into the article.

‘Frank Castle, or as most of New York would know him as, The Punisher, has been arrested in relation to dozens of murders across the state. The marine-turned-vigilante is being charged with the string of deaths, all linked to various gang members and crime rings. Many of the states police hail him as a hero, single handedly tearing down the intricate web of the New York underbelly, but many civilians look at him as a threat. Whatever you think about The Punisher, the most important thing is to see the man behind the name. He is not The Punisher. He is Frank Castle. A husband, a father, and a man wronged by the very establishments he dedicated his life to.’

You look up, making sure you still have time to read. You almost forgot where you were, the words sucking you in so deep you felt like you couldn’t look anywhere else. As soon as you know you’re safe, you scroll further.

‘Frank gave everything to protecting his country. Even when the lines were blurred, he fought to protect our freedom, and it was this very drive to protect that lead him down a dark path, one that was paved with violence, destruction and death. When Frank got back home to his family in April of 2015, he did everything he could to be the best father to his two young kids, Lisa Castle, aged 12 and Frank Castle Jr. aged 8, and the best husband to his wife, Maria Castle, whom he had married straight out of high school. One sunny day in Central Park, he took his wife and children for a picnic, something that would be considered a safe activity for most American families, and he was betrayed. His family was murdered in front of him. Both Lisa and Frank died at the scene, while Maria was rushed to hospital in critical condition. She died just two hours later.’

You nearly lurched forward in your seat. The smell of cigarette smoke wafted into the cafe, and you were positive you were going to puke. God - his kids. Murdered in front of him. Lisa was 12, the same age as your brother. You couldn’t imagine-

You tried to blink away the tears that welled in your eyes, because there was still more article to read.

‘Frank was also gravely injured during the brutal attack, being rendered unconscious as multiple men beat him from behind, only after shooting him twice in the leg. Anyone, even one not as trained as Frank Castle, would rightly break at being forced to watch your entire family die, right in front of you. Imagine returning from the most violent places in the planet, having just watched some of your closest friends give their life for their country, only to come home to your loving family, and have them torn apart while you watched.’

Something about the wording of that sentence made you feel even sicker, but you forced yourself to keep reading.

‘Frank was a marine. He was trained to track down the very worst people in the world, and ensure they would never harm the people of America. Which brings us to today, as we now watch him on trial for the very same things he was trained for, the very things our own system taught him to do. He tracked down every single person responsible for the death of his family, and he murdered them. An act he would of done daily in his duty as a soldier of the US Army. I am not justifying his actions, however, writing this article, I can’t help but find myself thinking what I would do, were I in the same situation. I ask you the same question. Would you, had you been handed the same cards, had you watched the people you love shot in front of you, their faces hardly recognisable, would you not want revenge? When you watch this trial, and you hear the things he has done, I don’t ask that you forgive him, but I do ask that you understand the whole story. Frank Castle is not a monster. He is a man, who was thrown away by the American people, and took matters into his own hands. He is just like the rest of us, had we been dealt the same hand. He just had the training to do it.’

The men started to walk back into the cafe, and you quickly shut the tab before sliding out of the booth. You could hardly see where you were going through the tears running down your face, and when you were finally out of the cafe you found a wall and backed up into it, letting your body slide down and crumple to the floor.

In for seven.

Out for eleven.

You tried to focus on something - anything in the distance. A parked car. Bright yellow, right in front of you. You were outside, away. Free.

In for seven.

Out for eleven.

His fucking kids. You stood up, using your hands to push yourself to stand. Immediately, you puked into the pot plant, heaving the remnants of whatever you ate last. The hot sun beating onto your back only made you want to puke again, but you couldn’t figure out what felt worse. The sickness in your stomach at what you had read, or the realisation of exactly why Frank had softened when he figured out your motive.

This thing - this hesitation that you felt around him. The way he was so easily able to get you to trust him, although it wasn’t very sturdy, maybe it was the knowledge that he understood you. God, even when he managed to rip you off him that first time the Colonel sent you to kill him, you remember how he spoke. He didn’t talk to you like you were an animal, didn’t look at you with disgust or confusion.

He understood it.

It made your skin crawl, reading that article. You wished you could get more time, just a little more information. You wanted to know what he did, why they called him The Punisher. More than that, you wanted to know how he made them pay. How he scared them so bad, they didn’t even have the balls to take him on themselves. They put him on trial.

Pushing yourself off the wall, you try to remember what the time was when you left. You remember looking at the clock, because you were considering using it to knock him out with. 7.33. Frank said 30 minutes, and if he had left by the time you got back, you knew he wasn’t coming for you. He was doing charity work - staying with you this long. Now, he was offering you a way out, and as much as he pissed you off back there, you were wrong. You were probably the asshole. Probably.

You still felt sick, and that feeling wouldn’t shake easily. You were sick constantly, flashes of time with the Colonel bring back most of those memories. When you were underground, at least they didn’t feed you enough to throw up.

Walking faster, you tried to remember what room number you were in, but numbers were never really your thing, and you were too focused on the time to jam another one in your head. It seemed, the longer you were in the real world, the more you realised how much of it you never trained for.

Instead, you look for the beat up car you hot wired, and when the shit yellow colour of the hood comes into view, you see Frank loading the car. You catch a glimpse of his face, still beat up and bruised, but cleaner.

You stop, hiding behind the wall just out of eyesight. Watching him - waiting for him to prove you right. He hovers at the front door, a hand running over his face, closing the door to the room you shared last night. Then, he just stands there. Goes up to the car, and stands there.

Was he waiting for you? Maybe he just didn’t know how to hot wire the car. Considering what you just read, though, grand theft auto seemed to be a pretty small crime in comparison to who he is. He looks down in the direction you were hiding and you sneak back. You don’t hear the cat start yet, but he opens the door and gets in the drivers side.

You were running out of time and options. He wasn’t FBI, and as far as you could tell, he wasn’t going to sell you out, at least not in the next 24 hours. You both seemed to want the same things, or at least for now your interests somewhat aligned. Knowing what you know now, it was almost making you more inclined to get in the car with him.

This was someone who might get it. You’d never tell him, but reading that stuff about him, about his family - to anyone else it would seem insane and cruel, but to you? You got it. You felt what he felt, and you understood it.

You step out from behind the wall, and before the logical part of your brain can stop you, you are walking straight for the car, and sliding into the passenger seat.

Shutting the door with a slam, he looks at you. You catch a glimpse of your face in the mirror, puffy and red from puking your guts out just minutes ago. Frank says nothing, just leans down underneath the steering wheel and fidgets with the wires. When the uncomfortable silence finally breaks with the engine kicking over, the hotel slowly fades into the background, and he pulls out, turning in the opposite direction you were driving last night.

The radio static is the only sound, and your hand tentatively reaches forward, scanning the stations for a song. You land on a voice you recognise, and stare out the window after you turn the sound up.

“Didn’t pick you for a Johnny Cash fan.” Franks voice surprises you, eyes still focused on the passing cars outside.

“I’m not.” The song continues to play, and you think the name of it was ‘Hurt’. “My dad loved this song.”

You catch a nod of his head, and he turns it up a little more, letting his head lean back against the headrest.

You drift into your own head, reciting the words of that article you read in the cafe. ‘Would you not want revenge?’ the writer had asked. You let the song work it’s way into your head, remembering the times your father strummed it on the guitar.

You do want revenge, and with The Punisher sitting next to you, you know you will have it.

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[universalzones]

Whisper is walking through the halls of the Restoration, carrying a fold with a rather thick stack of papers. It'd only been a day since the incident at the newly establish powerplant, though the wolf didn't want to waste much time in finding out what Wave did with the Chaos Emerald as so far neither Storm nor Jet have talked.

Soon enough Whisper made it to the interrogation where Jet was being held, walking in, closing and locking the door behind her. It wasn't fully needed as the hawk's was cuffed to the table, though better safe that sorry. The wolf would walk table, pulling out the chair and taking a seat across from the Rogue leader. She'd set down the folder and opened it up.

"Jet the Hawk, leader of the Babylon Rogues, and one of the most wanted thief's on Mobius. You've got a long record of crimes and thefts on your record. More recently a powerplant housing a Chaos Emerald which was intended to produce clean, safe, and free energy to people who are already struggling to get by." Was Whisper attempting to guilt trip Jet? Maybe a little, though doubts it'd move the hawk too much. The wolf would also flip though the various pages as she spoke.

"With that said, the Restoration is taking into account your efforts in assisting with the Zeti and helping stop the Metal Virus. Now, if you'd be willing to listen, I can cut you a deal." Whisper was sure Jet knew what she wanted from him, though thought it best to make sure he was willing to play balls.

Meanwhile

"Jeez, this guy has done a lot of bad stuff. How does the Restoration manage to keep track of it all?" Tangle spoke aloud, mainly to herself as she too had a was carrying a file with a thick stack of papers. "Why do I gotta do this interrogation stuff anyway? Everyone knows I'm better at fighting and smashing bots." Then again the lemur did get in a bit of trouble after Lanolin found out about her plan to trip the fire alarm to get everyone to leave.

Soon Tangle was at the door, though would take a moment to amp herself up. "Alright, you got this Tangle. You beat him in a fight, just gotta beat him with your brain power." With that pep-talk to herself the lemur entered the room Storm was in. The albatross was cuffed to the table as well, though also had cuffs connect to the ground and his were way more heave duty give his size. She'd take a seat at the table, setting the folder down, though didn't open it up.

"So, Storm. You've done a lot of bad stuff, and I mean a LOT. You got this folder here with a bunch of your crimes on it, and there is a lot on it. Though honestly, all that legal stuff isn't my strong suit," Tangle said, pushing the folder to the side. "Your pal Wave stole the emerald and we wanna know who she gave it to. So just spill the beans and we can wrap this up fast." The lemur felt like she was forgetting something, though thankfully after a moment of thinking she remembered.

"Oh, and the Restoration is willing to shave off some of your jail time if ya talk seeing as you and the other's helped with the whole Zeti issue during the Metal Virus stuff. Thanks for that by the way. I heard you guys were real team players." Tangle was willing to give credit where credit was do.

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[imaginesixguys]

What kind of boyfriend would Osomatsu be?

- ur local Oso Simp™️

This is pretty open-ended but I’ll do my best! Lot’s of potential answers here so I apologize if it ends up being not as in-depth as it could be (I could go on for hours about Oso really...)

Osomatsu is a gooder boy than the fandom gives him credit for, so let me give my honest thoughts here.

Osomatsu as a Boyfriend At the start of the relationship, I could see there being a lot of uh, well, teaching moments with Oso, as well as reassuring him you’re okay with being his partner. Up until getting an S/O, Oso hadn’t really feel like he’d been good enough for one, that he would just be a disappointment. We can see in the season 3 ep where Nyaa asks him out that his emotional response was one of terror, and I feel like it’s because he’s terrified at the idea of someone interested in him actually finding out how “terrible” he is, or him being terrified that he wouldn’t be able to be a good boyfriend. It didn’t help either that both his friends and his entire family were basically throwing receipts and evidence at the potential love interest to try and scare her away from him, so I feel like his confidence in regards to dating is VERY low, maybe even more than Ichi’s.

He’s essentially convinced himself that nothing will ever really happen, which is why he makes so many lewd jokes and comments, he doesn’t think he has anything to lose.

At first, you’d probably have to tell him about things like boundaries, maybe give him some nudges every now and then about anything you might be uncomfortable with. He’s definitely a longterm investment for sure. But I think that once you guys had been dating for a few months without too many hiccups, and that it really felt like this wasn’t something that was gonna end or collapse, he’d start to open up more, become more sweet and thoughtful. Once he realizes “oh wait, this person actually really likes me? Even though they’ve seen me do all this stupid stuff?” he’d finally relax. 

I could see him being fine with dates that just consisted of going to a convenience store at 3 am, or acting dumb at the park at night, or even just saying home to watch a dumb movie. Simple things. That’s sort of  what he’s all about.

This might be a weird off-the-cuff take, but whenever I think of Osomatsu as a steady boyfriend, I think of the arc Rigby from Regular Show went through after he started dating Eileen.

Some examples in case people haven’t seen the show. Again, I know it’s a bit out there of a reference to make but it’s honestly the closest I’ve found in media to how I think Osomatsu would be as a longterm boyfriend. Weirdly emotionally mature and pretty chill/confident, it’d basically be like dating your best friend.

His love language, aside from physical affection and quality time, would be honesty. He wants someone he can tell everything to, even the less favorable bits. Though admittedly, sometimes he struggles with putting words to the things he’s actually feeling, so being honest with him about that would be helpful.

Overall, he’s not used to being genuinely liked, so I think if he was consistently and genuinely liked for awhile, you’d gain his trust and loyalty, and he’d feel pretty indebted to you, even if he never really said anything “cheesy” like that out loud.

I have a lot I could say about Osomatsu but this post is already getting pretty long... People are welcome to ask more specific things though! I know he’s always been one of my favorite Matsus to write for.

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[anxresi]

Something just occurred to me...

And its barely Chloe-related! (shock, horror).

So basically, by the end of this season, there are eighteen, yes eighteen(!) full-time superheroes, right? Including: Pretty much ALL of Marinette’s classmates and passing teenage acquaintances (sans Chloe and Lila, of course).

My question is... has Marinette EVER considered the only one in her friend circle who she doesn’t know the identity of as a hero, the one who seems to be in love with her both in and out of costume and the one person she sees on a regular basis... could be Adrien/Chat Noir?

I know, it’s stupid, right? Considering they’re about a billion other plot holes and incidences of convenient stupidity the writers use just to get from A to B. But in view of the whole premise of the show seemingly resting on this obvious subterfuge, even if I was a kid I’d be pretty dumbfounded she hadn’t figured it out by now.

Now I’m sure there have been episodes that I’ve wiped from my memory where through the use of chicanery or shenanigans, Adrien has managed to be in two places at once to disprove this ‘clever’ idea in Marinette/ Ladybug’s head once and for all. You might even say it’s not important, and I should just ‘enjoy’ the show for what it is: a simple superhero cartoon for kids.

That’s the point though: I CAN’T enjoy it, obviously first because of legitimate issues I’ve had with the disgraceful treatment of my favorite character (guess who) but also down to the fact I honestly think it’s the biggest load of shit made from a great idea I’ve ever seen. Like taking a diamond, and using it to carve dog turds I suppose if you want a simple off-the-cuff analogy.

 Just reading the latest spoilers made me very sad, angry and confused that anyone could defend this mess by the time season 6 rolls around. Each to their own, but I think any audience member, whether they be 1 or 100 deserves to be treated with more respect than the absolute bilge the makers of Miraculous are shovelling. 

I would be bashing it relentlessly even if I WASN’T a massive fan of you-know-who, it’s simply breathtaking just how much the show plunges in quality with every passing season. And they say they want to give it at least eight?! That that doesn’t even include the ridiculous amount of individual spin-offs, Made-For-TV movies and live-action projects they have planned in the future? WOW. Compared to this overextension of property, even Spongebob seems a model of restraint.

The mind boggles at the cynical cash-grab of it all... but hey, if all that blatant rapaciousness for money over quality floats your boat, you’re welcome to it all. Just don’t ask me to understand your way of thinking, because I won’t. Ever. 

Sorry that I lapsed into one of my standard rants (come on, you know you love them), allow me to return to the original topic. The reason I pondered the issue of Marinette not even considering the fact that the love of her life and her superhero partner over 130 episodes might be one and the same is very symbolic to me of the show’s deeper problems. If it can’t even handle it’s central storyline right, how can you expect it to cope with anything else in this over-convoluted plot? The answer is, naturally: it doesn’t. 

In a better show, other elements might distract me from asking such a straightforward question, but seeing as there ain’t much of that here, my mind keeps returning to this one big query. And so far, I’ve yet to hear an acceptable answer. Any ideas, guys?

Still, looook over there! EIGHTEEN heroes eh, isn’t that something! All of which I’m sure will be fully-utilised and developed as part of the show’s core squad (something which the show has a SUPERB track record of), and all of course whom have various types of merchandise available NOW! And to show how brilliantly pre-planned everything is in advance, you can even get tons of limited edition Queen Bee stuff in all good shops already...

...Wait.

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[seldomscilence16]

Whumptober day 17:

"You're the lump in my throat and the knot in my chest."

Collar | touch aversion | "Leave me alone."

Fandom: Steven Universe (UA)

Prompts used: vaguely all

So, yes White Diamond and the others were redeemed and stuff yada yada. She was still terrifying, and white diamond Pearl just makes sense to me. So I tried a new take on my usual headcanons.

The collar in this is based on what they use in Wheel of Time (the show I haven't read it, but know they are slightly different). It's honestly pretty similar to White's powers if you dumb it down to what I did.

So TW for torturous devices/Abuse

Not a lot of detail on this one but be safe.

…

"Whoa, there's a lot of junk in here." Amethyst sidesteps a small avalanche of said junk with a raised brow.

"Don't touch anything, we don't know if any of this stuff is dangerous." Garnet adjusts her visor, eyeing the space with caution.

"What is this place anyway?" Steven examines a pile, careful not to touch but curious nonetheless, it was gem stuff after all.

"The warp malfunctioned, this could be anything from forgotten storage to a waste facility." Pearl does her best not to linger on any one item too long, ignoring the swirling feeling in her gut at the familiar objects.

"Oo! I found some jewelry! Garnet can I keep em??" The three gems turn, Steven always managing to find something fun.

Amethyst joins Steven in marveling at the small pile of shiny things, Garnet feels a niggling in her mind, a small recognition but no memory to go with it yet, she turns to Pearl to ask the once Homeworld Gem only to find her frozen. Her stare has yet to leave the pile, posture stiff and eyes wide. Garnet turns back to the pile, trying to figure out what could garner such a reaction, When Steven reaches out for something near the top, Pearl is across the room before Garnet can say anything, tackling the two smaller members of their party as the object in question rolls off the pile.

A circlet of golden material spins and totters to a stop, and Garnet still doesn't quite get it, not until a cuff bracelet at the bottom of the pile catches her notice. She'd seen that before for sure, on Diamonds and high ranking gems as well, the ones who… owned Pearls….

"Are you both alright?" Pearl examines Steven and Amethyst with frazzled movements, moving their heads this way and that.

"We're fine Pearl, what gives?"

"Are you alright Pearl?"

Garnet reaches for the circlet, wondering what about it spooked Pearl,

"Garnet, don't!" She both hears and feels the plea, a part of her warning her just as Pearl does.

Everyone is frozen for a moment, before Pearl inches closer, she pulls her spear from her gem and pokes the circlet until it's buried beneath the pile. Even with it out of sight though, Pearl remains tense, Garnet moves forward slowly,

"Maybe we should try and head back." She suggests, gesturing towards the warp pad.

Pearl seems to be on autopilot now, as she slips under Garnet's hand and towards their transportation, she's removed from the group, quiet as her eyes speak of troubles beyond their understanding. The ride back is tense.

Garnet and Amethyst find Pearl later that night, after Stevens went out with his dad, and hours after their surprise trip. She's sitting in the middle of one of her water levels, staring blankly ahead, she doesn't react to their arrival as they sit behind her on either side.

"Pearl-"

"It's alright Garnet. I… don't want to keep secrets from you guys… but so many years as a pearl… I yell at myself so often you know, those little voices in my head that make it near impossible to speak sometimes, they're the lump in my throat and the knot in my chest, and they look so familiar it hurts."

She closes her eyes, her gem glowing before a projection begins.

"That was no simple piece of jewelry." The circlet and forearm cuff spin above them, "These were tools used to… keep Pearls in line." The image shifts, a basic shape of a pearl is shown, the circlet- no a collar- wraps around the pearls neck, the figure writhes in agony, cries ringing out in the room, Pearl swallows thickly, the collar becoming a chest piece of sorts- and that's why Garnet couldn't recognize it before, she'd only ever seen the activated version, "The Pearl wears the," she clears her throat, word too hard to force past her lips, "while whoever they belong to wears the cuff."

The image shows a glowing chain of light connecting the two pieces, and how the Pearl is seemingly controlled by it.

"But we've seen what you can do Pearl, why don't pearls just kick gem butt?" Amethyst looks physically ill at the images before her.

"It'll be easier to show you I suppose." Her gem shines again and Garnet and Amethyst brace themselves as they are absorbed into the gem.

A giant holographic oyster floats before a single being. It opens in a burst of light, the pearl within projecting its form in a brilliant light show. As the light fades, the Pearl stands with her head bowed, draped in veils of white, the being she stands before bends, showing the great distance between the two, a hand- larger than pearl- reaches forward,

"Who do you serve?" A voice asks, echoing about the room with a fake sort of pleasantry.

"Do… Do I have to serve?" The small gem holds a look of innocence, freshly made and naive of the world.

The hand glows, a golden circlet appears and before the Pearl can react, it snaps around her throat. Her scream is immediate, body convulsing as waves of pain wrack her frame, it spreads to encompass her torso in ornamental gold, a thread of light reaching out for the cuff on the beings forearm.

"Who do you serve?" It's asked in the same tone.

The Pearl gasps out an answer,

"The one and only, iridescent White Diamond."

"Oh! It's a pearl!"

"You idiot, that's White Diamonds Pearl!"

"So? She's not here right now is she?"

Pearl can't stop them from grabbing the cuff, so long as she wears the collar she's unable to even think of touching it. And as she attempts to fight back, well, just the thought of that has agony ripping through her.

"Starlight. I have something for you."

Pearl walks forward, her head is bowed, arms crossed in the Diamond salute, her eyes are devoid of emotion.

"I… I already have a Pearl."

"An inexperienced one I'm afraid. Defective even. I mean really, its been what? A few hundred years? And it still can't complete its duties to you? I've trained this one personally Pink, it'll be perfect for you."

The cuff is held out for Pink to take, and after a moment, she does. White takes her leave and Pearl remains still as she awaits her first commands.

"Well… I'll have to come up with a nickname, so we don't get confused then." Pink Diamond motions to the pink Pearl who had been hidden behind the wall, her eye has a crack through it.

"Pink enjoys her times in the garden, what do you want to do until she gets back?"

"Leave me alone. You'll get in trouble." Pearl remains where Pink left her, half an eye on where the cuff resides inside her vanity, the rest of her attention on the warp.

"Get in trouble? Why?"

Pearl doesn't answer, and when the younger reaches out, Pearl flinches back, waiting for painpainpain.

"I'm… sorry." Pearl doesn't answer.

They're on the battlefield, one of their first, and Pearl is fighting with everything she has. It's strange, that a simple order from Pink allows her this freedom, but she's tense as she waits for the pain to wrack her form again.

Pearl sees Rae, outnumbers and losing, and rushes to the younger pearls side, the fight, gems poofing left and right, when she sees one coming up behind Rae. She doesn't even think, her body moves on its own- but not against her will, this is not an order or an implied one, but her own thought- the ax slices through her form with ease, and she can only hope Rae will be okay.

The gem floats, glowing light showing a formless body, shifts into a silhouette of the Pearl they remember, a few over so slight changes appear, before Pearl herself reforms. She sways, dizzy in a way she can't explain, and lighter too.

"Pearl! Are you alright?" Rae and Pink- Rose- watch her with worried eyes, and she frowns before nodding. She may not feel 100% but she can't let that affect her.

"Pearl," P- Rose, holds out a mirror, Pearl is cautious to take it, but as she finally looks at herself, she begins to understand.

Her throat is free of the collar. It's such a strange sight, in fact, one she'd never actually seen. And her once white attire has taken on COLOR, she… made her own decision. She… didn't hurt because of it.

"You're free." Rae smiles at her, throat never once adorned in gold, and Pearl couldn't tell you what she felt. She didn't think free was quite right, but she wouldn't correct the young gem either.

She looks directly at the two gems that had watched silently, everything else frozen,

"They were created by white. For wayward Pearls, and their masters. I was an example to keep them in line, I only ever saw a few others forced to bear the burden. And it is not one I wished upon anyone…"

The two gasp as they once again look at their Pearl, she looks exhausted, in a way they can't say they'd seen before. Garnet only knew Rebel Pearl, the one who was put together and fierce and loyal. And Amethyst only knew Earth Pearl.

But now… now they know Homeworld Pearl too. What she'd been through, what she'd lost. They understood her on another level, she trusted them enough to share, and they would not betray that.

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[thorraborinn]

Do you have any info on the Ginfaxi symbol? Seen a heathen who had it tattooed on their throat and immediately had alarms go off in my head.

I'll post what I know about Ginfaxi, but it won't tell you anything more about the person you saw than you already know. I like thinking and writing about this stuff so I wrote a lot but, yeah, none of this is really going to narrow anything down for you. I'm trying to put the rest behind a break but Tumblr doesn't like breaks anymore, and keeps moving this one around, so we'll see what happens.

I assume that what you mean by "ginfaxi" is this:

This isn't the only symbol that gets called that (more on that below) but it is the most common, and it's what comes up when you Google it. I don't really know anything about how modern people are using ginfaxi but here are some off-the-cuff thoughts:

it's probably on its way into popularity because Ægishjálmur and Vegvísir are too well-known to be mysterious and cool anymore

while less common than those, it's been commercialized for just as long. You, anon, probably know this already, because you probably googled it before asking me, and turned up all the same tchotchke shit that every other "Ancient Viking Magic" symbol is slapped onto. That has more determination over how people relate to it than any 18th/19th century black book does.

there's higher-than-average risk of it being made into a symbol of "Viking warriors" or similar because of its actual historical association with glíma even though conceptually it's closer to staves for winning at chess (which do also exist) than it is to actual combat

yeah I do think it has potential to be a "swastika with plausible deniability" but I honestly don't know if people are doing that and if anything its touristification might be the thing that prevents it

it occurs to me that TikTok is probably a serious vector for how people are experiencing this stuff, and it's something I know absolutely nothing about other than that people like to put runes and stuff on their faces. So I dunno, that could be an influence here.

When you're trying to figure out what it means when you see a galdrastafur on someone, it doesn't necessarily do you any good to learn about its background and history if the person who got it inked didn't bother to research that themselves, and I'm disinclined to believe that someone who got a vaguely swastika-like symbol on their throat did that. I have no idea if the symbol has any more frequency among racists than it does among sorta "general population" heathen/viking-interested people who relate to the past basically through the lens of the tourist gift shop, who would have been getting "Celtic" symbols if it were still the 90's, which seems to be the majority of people involved with this stuff at all. A radically different group of people also comes to mind: in my experience in east coast US, some crusty gutter punk types also use symbols like Icelandic galdrastafir and runes, and they're also more likely to get a tattoo on their throat or face or whatever than the average viking enthusiast. I know a guy who used to put runes and stuff on his panhandling signs and claimed they did get him more cash, and whether it was magic or just drawing attention or what didn't really matter to him.

Anyway, the point is, I think that tattoo was a bad idea, makes someone look like a nazi, and you should side-eye them until you know better, but for better or worse there are other possible explanations for how that symbol got there. I'm not making excuses for anyone, just stating the blunt fact that there are non-nazis who attracted to this symbol and decorate itself with it without even thinking about any of this.

It shows up in that annoying graphic of "Norse" symbols with no context that occasionally makes the rounds (that manages not to include a single symbol from the actual Viking age), with an incorrect or at least misleading description:

And as much as this sucks that is probably the main way that people experience symbolism that is related (whether in a historical or a recently-contrived way) to "the Norse."

The version of the symbol I've been talking about is the most well-known because it comes from Íslenzkar þjóðsögur og æfintýri by Jón Árnason, the most important folklore and fairy tale collection from Iceland. I'm not sure where he got that particular image. When he was writing in the mid-19th century, he said that ginfaxi and gapaldur (which often accompanies ginfaxi) were among the most widespread symbols with the most variety of uses, and even mentions them before ægishjálmur. Ginfaxi was probably always used in glíma, and since that's the context it appears in in magic books while other uses seem not to have been recorded, the association with glíma became stronger over time. It was to be written on a piece of paper or wood-chip and put in the toe of the left show, while gapaldur was supposed to be under the heel in the right shoe (there is some variation in the procedure). According to Grunnavíkur-Jón Ólafsson (via Jón Árna) the two symbols together were also used for spookier things like going into hills (i.e. like huldufólk do, I guess, there's no additional context) and repel sendingar (sort of like ghosts raised by hostile wizards to harm someone) but I don't know where Grunnavíkur-Jón wrote about that or anything else about this. Here is a variant gapaldur from Jón Árnason:

According to Jón Árnason (link in Icelandic), it was rumored that the two staves were composed by hiding the names of different æsir in them. To me, that implies either a method of encoding that is totally opaque to me, or that belief pertained to an entirely different set of visual symbols (either of these are highly plausible). It seems the names ginfaxi and gapaldur (or gapandi) were better-known than the actual visual symbols themselves, and there are many variants that look hardly anything like the one in Jón Arna (this is not surprising -- there are also many symbols called ægishjálmur other than the one we all know). Probably many more people suspected others of having used symbols like these to gain advantage over them, than actually used symbols themselves, so that the idea of ginfaxi would precede anyone knowing how to actually draw it, and perhaps there never really was an original or fixed shape.

Jónas Jónasson (another folklore collector) identified this one from Lbs 977 4to as another ginfaxi although I don't know how he knows it's that and not gapaldur:

This one comes with a formula to recite that invokes Óðinn and Frigg and is specifically about winning at glíma.

These two are from the Galdrasýning á Ströndum website (only on the Icelandic version of the page for some reason), not sure where they got them either. With these you're supposed to carve them on a piece of turf when the moon is waxing and drop some of your own blood into them, then put them in your shoes and recite a verse.

I think it's worth showing what glíma is. True, when an Old Icelandic text refers to people doing an action that is uses the verb glíma to describe, it's talking about actual fighting, but this is the stuff that the glímugaldrar ('glíma-magic') that we have is about:

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More Wolfe NSFW please :) you made me go back to my old crush

Ask and you shall receive, love! I love you so so so so so much for indulging me in my own ahem... feelings, for this man. Because honestly, Tim Speedle and him were like... it for me as far as guys on that show. So yes, yes.. Happily.

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✯ He loves it when his partner / you are shorter. It’s kind of hot for him, the fact that he’s taller.. Bigger. While he is taller than Tim by just a little IIRC… He’s around the same height / a little shorter than Eric and for the most part, tends to be shorter than most guys, so to tower over you is just ughhh.. And he’ll use the fact that he’s taller to his advantage oh my god. Think pinning your body between the wall and himself with one hand pinning both of yours over his head and his hips pushing into your body because yes lord. Yes. this is exactly how he’ll kiss you most of the time. If he hasn’t picked you up and let you wrap your legs around him to do it. 

✯ The sight of you in his clothing will lend to you getting said clothing torn off your body. And railed accordingly. It’s one of his big turn ons.

✯ Is very into overstimulation, to a point where he can’t/won’t stop pushing you to the brink until you’re kind of having to push his mouth -or him away and beg for a few seconds to breathe. He gets off on just how many times he sends you shattering over the edge.

✯ Very lowkey in public. Very handsy with a very filthy mouth in private. It’s almost like you’re getting two men in one body sometimes. Oh, he’s into pda but he’s very… lowkey… sweet and cute with it because he’s a firm believer in everything having a time and place.

✯ Has absolutely toyed with the idea of using his department issued handcuffs on a lover before. Would be driven absolutely feral if you/his partner were to agree to letting him cuff you. And if he were to use the cuffs on you, oh mannnnn… I hope you’re ready to be eaten -and fucked, until you’ve forgotten your own name but the neighbors somehow know it.

✯ His groans. And grunts. And swearing in the heat of the moment, oh my god.. That voice all husky against the shell of your ear as he’s practically groaning your name over and over like it’s the only word he knows.

✯ lowkey high key has a thing about looking down to see the way his cock inside you pushes against your tum and makes a lil bulge and oh my god, he will plow you so goddamn hard when he sees it. I do not know the technical term for this particular turn on but like.. Yes.

✯ would love it so much -holy shit so much if you were to take those department issued cuffs and use them on him. For a man who loves / thrives on being in total control at all times, there’s just something so damn hot about being cuffed and at your will. 

✯ loves to see you covered in his marks. And handprints. Especially if you don’t try covering them up.

✯ Always has his hand on -or between and on the insides of, your thigh when you’re in the passenger seat of the car.

✯ Loves showering with you and will get in almost every single time. 

✯ Call him daddy and see what happens. Something in him just snaps and he’s rutting into you with reckless abandon while sucking your earlobe and biting you on the neck. He gets a little rougher, his strokes get way deeper too.

✯ Cockwarming. Loves to fall asleep buried inside of you. Just feels so good to have you clenched around him, ugh. 

✯ Loves to watch you pleasure yourself. He almost can’t keep his hands to himself and he definitely can’t keep his mouth shut, the closer you get, the mouthier he gets, the more he’s thrusting at air, tugging at the way he’s straining against his clothes. 

✯ Messy oral sex. He goes down on you like a man who is starving. He loves going down on you too, so he’ll stay down there a long time.

✯ Loves having scratches on his back. 

✯ His favorite kind of sex is slow. Gentle and intimate. Where you’re pinned beneath him and he’s able to stare down at you and kiss or touch you, which he does a lot.

✯ Loves it when you give him lap dances or grind yourself against him, it drives him so fucking crazy, oh my god.

✯ He doesn’t sleep around a whole lot. He’s kind of a romantic. If he’s not dating anybody, he doesn’t necessarily need sex to be fulfilled but.. If he’s dating somebody, ughhhh, this man. His sex drive is out of this fucking world.

✯ Will randomly grab or smack your ass.

✯ He is not into risky sex that much. But in the heat of the moment, he has pulled you into a private room, locked the door and railed you with his hand over your mouth and biting into your neck and shoulders so you two aren’t caught doing the deed wherever you happen to be that’s a less than ideal location. Sometimes the urge to have you right then and there wins out over the way he’s not fond of potentially getting caught.

✯ huge praise kink. Giving and getting. Getting it just like.. Ugh, oh my god, it’s everything to him. But he gives you praise and he’s always telling and showing you just how much he loves you and thinks you’re the sexiest person alive every chance he gets. 

✯ Loves it when he’s got his head between your thighs and you reach down and pull his hair. Or try to push his mouth where you want it most as if you can’t wait to feel him taste you.

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