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yetanothergreyjedi · 1 year

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Ghosts of Our Pasts: 8

DP x DC Crossover

Danny Fenton and Damian Wayne sibling AU

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Part 8

"I wasn't sure what colors were still free,"

"Tt, It is ridiculous." Damian needed to stop saying things on impulse. Even if the oversized construction-orange hoodie jacket was a monstity, everything he said sounded cruel. Everything was cruel, he was aware he was not a pleasant person. It had never seemed like a problem before.

But his brother took it in stride, just like all his brothers did. Danny grinned, "Exactly!"

"It will draw attention," Father warned, but in the resigned way most often heard when discussing Grayson's early decisions as Robin.

Danny shrugged, "I can handle that, but I'm not like, super attached to it though, if its a problem."

"It is not a problem. You're wearing pants."

"Oh?"

"Robin insisted."

"Oooohhh," Danny said, only... he was looking at Damian.

"Not me! That was Gra— the first Robin!"

"Are you sure, I remember a time when you and pants did not—"

"I am wearing pants!"

Dany made a show of considering this point before conceding. "You are wearing pants."

Damian did not grumble as he pulled a spare domino and Comm from his belt. He took a step forward to hand them off no too-quick movements, nothing that might be perceived as a threat. And Danny simply took the items, if his movements were equally choreographed he did not show it.

"Test, test?" The voice came clear through the comms. They ran the rest of the comm checks, everything came up clear.

Danny expectantly bounced on his feet, he was wearing worn sneakers not boots.

"This isn't a patrol." Father reminded them, then he looked to Danny "We may need to stop and handle something on the way. Don't feel obligated to join in."

"I haven't lost that—"

"I'm not discrediting your skills. Or saying you can't get involved. I'm asking you to take additional caution until we get you proper equipment."

There was a moment where Danny's mouth worked, the usual whiplash of being interrupted by someone who had accurately guessed your argument and addressed it before you finished the sentence. Then he responded, "Yeah, okay, makes sense."

A nod and then they were off. The route had been planned specifically so they wouldn't have to grapple until Danny had a proper harness. Damian didn't know exactly what Danny had said the night before that led to them leaping across rooftops, but he couldn't find himself suprised that Danny kept up with ease.

It was an inverse of a game they'd once played. Danny would run ahead to show the way, slowing so a younger Damian could learn the footing on his own. Only now it was Damian showing the path, and Danny attempting to reach the same place quicker or more efficiently. He melded into the shadows suprisingly well for someone dressed to meet OSHA safety standards.

As much as he had worried, this was a good idea.

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This was a terrible idea. Danny reflected. He had no idea what was normal for an average human. He hadn’t stuffed himself so firmly into his flesh in ages, and trying to do that while leaping up buildings! Could normal humans jump this high? Should he be able to lift his weightlike this? Was the domino hiding the fact that his eyes were probably a fog light?!

His feet were too sure on uneven surfaces, his shoes were gripping far better than they should and he knew for a fact the shadows were clinging to him! He tried to tell Gotham to knock it off, but he couldn't do that without unfolding a bit and he was definitely gonna to do something inhuman if he did that!

Bio-dad was right behind him! He should've downplayed his skills more, should've just suggested they drive! But noooo, he'd wanted to run around Gotham's rooftops like a bat! He still wanted to, he just didn't know how to human!

It was so much easier back home, had he flown that last bit? Or had he caught a little gravity anomaly? Is he standing on a vertical surface as if it were the ground? Cool! Let's find the step that will let us do it too! Vanished from existence? Probably a portal, best avoid that area! Gotham was, while a bit more liminal than most places, was not going to hide his weirdness!

Crap, had he been breathing enough?

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Neither of his children were out of breath. Bruce realized when he got to the top of the building. He was proud of them. But as they sprinted off across the next set of rooftops, he reflected that he was not as young as he used to be.

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Danny stopped without warning. His shoes made the barest scrape on the ledge that alerted Damian to stop too. He was looking down towards an alley barely visible from their vantage point. Then Damian heard what Danny must have: a man's voice, demanding a purse.

Danny inclined his head, Damian nodded. As one they lept down.

He was a little insulted that the man noticed him first, instead of Danny who could only be more obvious if he was wearing reflectors. But he did notice Danny, and the crook for some reason decided Robin was the lesser threat.

Damian did not freeze up. But suprise made his actions waver, and it only took a second for the man to point his gun at his new target.

Less than a second to fire. Everyone was moving. The woman was running. The man was turning the gun Damian. Damian aimed his sword to disarm, because he had managed to retrain his instincts away from an automatic killing blow.

The gun toppled away. And before Damian could fear what the crook changing targets after firing might mean, Danny had the weapon pointed at the man.

The crook with a blade aimed at his throat and a gun pointed at his chest paled and raised his empty hands in surrender.

"Now what do we do?" Danny stage whispered to his brother.

Danny, realizing he can't suck the mugger into a soup thermos, and that human vigilanteism has so much more logistics to worry about:

The orange jacket is absolutely a reference to Haiju's sequel Shadow of a Doubt. Both Phantom of Truth and its sequel were a major part of me deciding to get into this Phandom, as well as part of the reason I write nowadays. So please check it out if you aren't familiar.

It's also a family thing for Danny, if he can wear both his dad's colors and his bio-dads symbol, idea makes the core go brrrr

Next one will be short one, because I find it super easy to set up lines that I feel close out chapters really well. And I couldn't just put more words after that! But it's already written, and so's the chapter after that, so I'll probably post it soon

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the-hat0 · 2 years

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Angel

Continuation of my first story.

Description: the Moon knight system have a sweet girlfriend who is so forgiving and lover that she over looks at some of the toxic and crazy things they do.

Warning ⚠️ :Smut, Violence (Murder), Stalking, Kidnapping, and Manipulation. The leg cuff and blood, almost sexual assault (Tell me if I didn't put any more warnings that were needed)

Moonboys x F!reader

NO MINORS PAST THIS POINT.

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Y/n L/n was a gift that the great heavens bestowed upon Steven Grant of the gift shop and Marc Spector as well.

You two have been dating for six months now which was odd, to say the least. You found out about them stalking you including breaking into your home and stealing some items but in the name of love you forgave both of them. Some people would say you should run to the hills but you stayed with them...hell even moved in with the three of them.

One month

The first month was a breeze to ease into. Steven showered you with gifts, love, and sex.

Of course, you accepted all these things including his not-so-great gifts.

Steven keeps up with your ovulation, periods, and even when your sex drive is the highest. As well as diet, what you like to eat and don't like, what you need and what you don't need to eat but never restricts you from eating.

He may be deranged but not cruel.

He still keeps the shrine around. Sometimes you give him items for your shrine but he loves it so, of course, you indulge the sweet boy. Also including the habit of smelling you, his nose is in every crevice of your body. He reminds you of a golden retriever who shoves its nose into your crotch.

He smells your hair, clothes, panties even your neck and your armpits including your pussy.

You walk up to the calendar and eye the dates steven has circled.

"Steven, why are these specific dates on the calendar marked? Are you planning something or maybe marc is?" You beam as you look at your boyfriend. He looks up from his book on the french language that he's been practicing for months.

"Oh." is all he says when he looks at the calendar you now have in your hand. You furrow your brow in disappointment hoping for a better response. "Then what are they for?" You ask. "Well...darling they're your ovulation cycle..and um..", he says dryly " also when your sex drive is the highest".

He watches as your smile drops before your lips even form what you want to say. Steven is on the floor and is already at your knees, he gives you his famous puppy dog eyes. "I-I'm so sorry darling. I know it's odd but I just-". He starts to beg but you cut him off by placing your finger on his lips. "No no, it's an okay baby. I guess...I should look on the bright side. At least I'll know when my periods coming, I suppose."You tell steven sweetly as you bend down a little and kiss his lips.

"Right, darling," Steven says with a small smile. "Also today is one of your days. Your sex drive should be a little high today." Steven says as he guides his hand up your legs. Your breathing softly intensifies as he strokes your legs. Then gently goes all the way up to your shorts.

Isn't love so weird? Y/n would accept anything your dear sweet Steven threw at you.

Second month later

Steven and You are like two pees in a pod. Simply perfect each other, except you have yet to fight your second bosses.

When am I gonna talk to her again? You got the fucking date cause of me, Steven. So why have I not been able to speak to her again?

You see Marc and Steven didn't have a good relationship ever since you met him the first time you slept with Steven for the first time. You also slept with marc. I mean you wouldn't sleep with a man on his knee begging for forgiveness?

"You are not bloody meeting her, Marc. After what you did, why should I? I found her with bruises from that night. You slept with my girlfriend and now you wanna meet her again? Mate" Steven shouted at the mirror. Steven huffed out as he collected his things for you and his date.

You owe me this, didn't I get you that info on her? I got you two together, you owe me.

After hearing out Marc. Steven sighed in annoyance. "Fine...." Steven said to the mirror.

"Thanks," Marc said back to the mirror.

Marc looks at his phone to see what steven planned. To Marc's disdain, it was a museum date.

You stared at the exhibits that steven had given you a tour of before. You smiled at the memories you two shared, then you felt two arms snake around your waist.

"Babygirl, do remember me?" An American voice says it hugs you from behind. You gasp and quickly get out his hold, "Marc!" You say as you hug him. "Steven let you see me again?" You ask as you look up at his face.

"Yeah, it was a little difficult but I got him to agree to see you again, baby girl." He smirks at you making you smile at him before pecking his chin. "Let's get out of here." He says while untangling the hug and grabbing your hand. He guides you out of the building and soon you find yourself sitting on the other side of a restaurant table.

Marc's legs are spread out in the chair and he stares at you with smirk. "What are we doing here?" You shyly ask him as you try not to meet your gaze. "Can't I have a date with a pretty lady?" Marc says while fiddles with your fingers. You blush a little at his comment and tuck your hand behind your ear. "Wanna get out of here?" He asks you as he rubs your fingers.

"Yes."

You rock into Marc as he holds your hips. You moan out as you feel him hit your sweet spot. You clench around him and let your orgasm softly intensify. Feeling it expand throughout your body. This is the third one marc has gotten out of you but hey you're not complaining.

You two couldn't eagerly wait to get back to the apartment and fuck. This man was shoving his tongue down your mouth as you two entered the apartment and quickly undressing while you undressed him. That's how much sexual tension he built up just for you.

You two sit there in the same position letting your orgasm pass so that Marc can get another one out of you. "Round Four, baby". He says while you snap your hips into his like a puzzle. You moan out softly as you feel his dick hit that sweet spot that makes your legs tremble a little.

Marc makes light hickies on your neck as he thrust into you. You give him small moans as the gentle ones and when he quickens his pace to get the fourth one out, you sputter out words conjoined together like don'tstopdon'tstop or pleasegofasterplease. He even gets a cry out of your sweet lips.

After all of, your lovemaking is done. He cleans you thoroughly and gives you kisses that he peppers all over your body.

7:30 am is what reads on Marc's watch. You quickly get dressed and head out to get some breakfast for you and your sleeping beauty still in the bed, naked as the day he was born.

You walk out of the apartment building and try to find yourself the nearest coffee shop. Two whole hours pass, and you push the key through the door that steven so graciously gifted you very early into your relationship.

Only to hear, Marc yelling at someone. You pause before you unlock the door to hear the one-sided conversation.

"Think steven, think. Where would she have gone? Where are her favorite places? It's still early so breakfast is still being served." Marc says to the mirror as he runs his fingers through his hair in a distressing way.

I'm thinking, mate. Just give me a minute, OH! Maybe that one place...something called cuppaT. It's not far from here, and I'm sure she'll be there...

Steven said with uncertainty as he looked at Marc who look like a nervous wreck.

"Okay. Let's start there." He said as he grabbed his wallet and apartment keys.

You open the door to find him frantically gathering the stuff. He immediately looks at you and the stress and panic wash from his face as he instantly pulls you into a hug. He nuzzles into your neck smelling your perfume to placate himself.

His shoulder slumps and he feels meek in your arms. You recognize this familiar person. "Where were you, darling? You gave marc a scare. Naughty girl" He says while he nips at your neck lightly. "I was at a small bakery nearby. I got us some breakfast, baby". You say as you pull away from the hug and set down your items and purse. Now his body feels more firm like he's a wall, "now baby girl, for giving me a scare like that I have to punish you but give me your phone first". Marc says as he hugs you from behind. You reach for your purse and zip the pouch to hand Marc your phone.

He releases you from the hug and fiddles with your phone then hands it back to you. You don't give it a second thought and just set it down on the table. Marc grabs the breakfast and your hand guides you to bed.

He is sweet to you before he ravishes you and destroys your spirit in bed as punishment for not leaving a note.

You have passed the second boss and contributed to his obsession. Marc is different from steven, Steven is clingy and lovesick. He needs to know everything about you and treat you like a goddess. He needs your attention, needs your constant validation and of course, you give it to him.

Now Marc likes to keep on a pedestal and have you under his total watch. His unrequited gifts include Stalking, tracking, and more stalking. Just kidding, he knows your triggers, gestures, ticks, habits, and the way you talk. The way your eyes light at something, the way you look at things that you don't like, or when you feel uneasy, uncomfortable, and unsafe.

He sometimes feels like a rock or better yet a wall and you are a none confrontational person who is sweet as pie. You need marc or at least that's how delusional he thinks. He continues the stalking. Need to know where you are at all times like a mosquito bite that itches. It festers and festers so he tracks you and so God help him if he doesn't know where you are.

"Baby girl, if you go somewhere and don't tell me. I'll know, so don't test your limits. Konshu will tell me" Marc says softly as he slowly slips off your panties. He gently rubs his thumb on your clit making you cry out. Poor you being punished by both steven and marc through overstimulation and edging. You beg for marc or steven, as your lovers make you suffer.

Two months later

By now you are completely use to both Marc and Steven's habits and obsession.

Marc told you about Konshu..who he was, what he was and his significance in his life. He briefly talks about Jake but never enough to where you know him well.

That is Steven's job, he word vomits about everything that he's gone through with Marc and Jake. He's told you about Jake more than Marc which has sparked curiosity in you to meet your final boss.

These two months had been very eventful

Here you were sitting on the bus ramp waiting for Steven to get off from his shift. It was just you and another man but you payed not attention to him. "Are you here all by yourself?" He ask as concern is painted on his face.

"Oh yeah..but my boyfriend's gonna be here soon". You innocently say as you smile at him. Then your phone begins to ring. You quickly pick it up and Steven voice booms through the phone.

Hey darling, I'm not gonna get out tonight. So just call a cab, don't walk home. Love you

You sigh as you hang up and gather your stuff together.

I know he tracks my phone but I'm sure it'll be fine..it's just one time.

You begin your journey back home and get yourself far enough from the museum. You slowly recognize the streets he lives on and go through a alley way for a shortcut.

You start noticing footsteps behind you. Then someone grabs you and shoves you against the wall, it's the "concerned" man from earlier. He puts his hand over your mouth to stop you from screaming.

"Shh...it's okay...it's gonna be alright. You're a real cutie, lady". He says with his hot breath against your ear. Tears well up in your eyes as his hand snakes up your skirt. Then suddenly a figure in white swoops down the alleyway and with one swipe he slashes the man's throat with a moonshaped blade.

You stand there frozen as the blood splatters on your face. You are still trying to process what just happened. "H-he-", you try to say but your face scrunchs up and tears spill down your face. You throw yourself into Jake's arms and he holds you. He soothes you by rubbing your back then he picks you up bridal style. He takes you into the apartment and sets you down on the bed as you sob into his shirt.

About two weeks pass over the incident. You've been put on house arrest by Marc who while trying to gave a intimate moment with noticed the stuttering getting worse which amplified the his anxiety and panic.

"Baby, I don't like how you speak right now. You're still scared and I'm sorry I wasn't faster",Marc softly says as he puts the cuff around your leg "Soon there will be a longer one coming in so you can walk around the house. This is only for a month and then I'll take it off, babygirl".

He indeed did buy a longer sleeping cuff and when Steven would get home he would take if off or if Marc was home, he would. Him and Jake rotated turn on taking care of you. "Pequeño what do you want to eat? Takeout? Or make you something?" Jake softly whispers in you ear as you squirm in his lap. "Whatever is fine.." You say as Jake starts to take off the white satin lingerie set he bought you.

You see, he treats you like a sugarbaby. Buys you expensive things, spoils you, showers you in adoration and love.

He takes off the dress part of the set. Throwing it to the ground then works on your panties that he had custom made. The entire set was customized actually, just be soft and airy for you to sleep in. Including the added detail of his symbol on the panties. He take them off only leaving in the thigh highs that have the moonknight symbol as well.

"Jake" You softly moan out as he enters you. He holds you legs and begins to thrust into you. His thrust start a standard slow pace but due to your wetness. He growls in your ear and starts go at faster pace. The chair makes a squeaking noise as it hits the table. You clench around him as he hits your sweet spot continously. Feeling your orgasm build up again. You let your body reach it high and clench around him tightly making Jake go a little bit a rough pace. One sharp snap of his hips and his dick paints you walls with his cum.

But he doesn't stop.

"Baby, It's my turn now".

Marc sets you body on the bed. He put your legs over his shoulder and starts to enter your cunt again. Then with the full force of his hips, he thrust into you all the way. He pounds into your cunt as you cry out at the sensations. It good in the way that it hits everything perfectly and you body shudders at each delicious thrust that come through your body.

Your legs tremble as his thrust and start to clench around him as your next orgasm leads your way. Your toes curls and you let out a cry as you feel your release unravel. Marc cums inside of you and you feel his familiar seed paint your walls again.

He does his usual routine and cleans you up and dresses you again in one of his shirts. A few minutes later, he calls for a pizza delivery and BAM! You two have nice cozy dinner.

Oh if you're wondering about your job. The boys got you covered, of course they paid people off and made up excuses about you absences.

All three of them need you in some way. To You, Stevan is like crazed fan, Marc is a obsessed man and Jake is possessive over you but this has not ever let your love for the three of them go away.

Such as the time he almost fought someone for simply touching you.

"Hey , watch who you touch next time." An angry Jake said as he sqaured up to a guy who started drunkenly flirting with you. He had put his hand on your shoulder and Jake has just come back from the bathroom. Now you were in between the two men, whining for Jake for to calm down and just take you home. He abliged and he fucked you for two hours thinking that was enough to get rid of that man's nasty touch.

"JAKE!" You cried out as his hips sharply shaped into yours. This was the fourth orgasm he has pulled out your body in those two hours.

"pequeño, no te preocupes que el toque del hombre se haya ido." Jake says in your ear so seductive. You pull him back into your embrace and whisper in his ear, "f-fuck me again, baby".

That's his que to ruin you again and so he does.

That's all for tonight, folks.

#dark marc spector x reader #moon knight x reader #jake lockley #marc spector x reader #marc spector smut #steven grant x reader #yandere moon knight

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teenagedirt · 1 year

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Kissing in cars (7)

Chapter 7- you're mine

Warning- makeout

Readers pov.

We walk down to my car, I unlock the door for him and get in.

"Hey vic" I say looking over at him.

"Yeah sweetheart" he replies. I smile at the name he has given me.

"So, are we official? Or just like fuck buddies? I'm sorry I'm just a bit confused" I spew out. His mouth opens as a he were going to say something,but quickly closes his mouth to think.

"Well what do you want us to be" he asks.

"togther, I want to be yours for you to be mine." I answer tears threatening to spill from my eyes.

"Then. Y/n will you be my girlfriend " he asks I smile

"why yes of course lover boy" I answer.

"I was hoping you would say that" he says smiling. I laugh,

"We better get going" I say smiling ear to ear. He smirks and puts his hand on my thigh as we drive.

"Where are we going exactly" I ask pulling out of the parking lot.

"The nice steak place down the road" I nod and turn right. When we arrive I grab my stuff while vic gets out. He opens my door for me.

"thank you" he smiles and nods. We walk into the restaurant together holding hands. We spot tony and Jaime. We tell the waitor that We are with them and he walks us to their table.

"Congratulations on the album guys" I say high firing tony and Jaime and hugging vic.

Tony'sface turns red."Oh,uh sorry for walking in last night" he says with an awkward laugh. Jaime's face turned from a confident smile to a confused look.

Tony looks at me and vic, vic sighes and says"you can tell him IF it's okay with Y/N" he looks at me I nod. Tony leans over to Jaime and whispers what he caught last night. Jaime's face twisted into a smile.

"Finally vic! Yes brother get some" we all erupted into laughter. A waitress come to our table

"Hi my names Ashlin, I'll be taking care of you guys today." She pauses to get her notepad from her pocket. "What can I get you guys to drink tonight?" She asks. We all order a coke.

"So are you guys like a thing now?" We both nod and smile.

Tony smiles "finally, dude you have no idea how long I've been hearing about how she's so in love with you" I laugh quietly as my face turns a crimson red.

"Alright here's you guy's drinks" we all thank her,but she gives me a nasty glare. I lay my head on vic's shoulder and he puts his arm around me, holding me tight.

"Alright and are you guys ready to order?" She asks twirling her hair around her finger and looking the boys up and down. We all share a look.

"Yeah" we reply I unison. Tony and Jaime order then vic.

when she asks me I simply reply "I'm getting what he's getting" and pointing to vic. She gave me a look like I had just told her some cruel insult,instead of the warm smile tony,Jaime,and vic got I got a cold scowl.

"Don't worry about it sweetheart" Vic whispers in my ear and kisses my temple. Tony laughs and fake gags. Jaime just shakes his head. We get our food and eat.

"Hey guys I'm not feeling well, uh me and tony are going home" we nod.

"hey I'll get the bill" I say

"thank you so much Y/N" he says and gets up,tony following him out the door. "I hope Jaime is okay" I say.

"Me too,but I'm sure it's nothing to worry about" I nod, he picks up my hand and gently kisses it. I blush and he laughs lowly. I see the waitress start walking our way.

"Okay,are you ready for the check?" She asks touching vics arm. I glare at her "yes" I say in an ill-mannored tone of voice. She walks away and pull my card out of my wallet.

"What makes her think otherwise okay to keep touching me."

"I don't know but it's pissing me off" when she comes back I hand her my card and she walks off again. I sigh and lay my head on his shoulder, he wraps his arms around my waist.

"My fucking thighs hurt" he laughs.

"sorry sweetheart"

"it's alright"

"you guys are all set,here's your receipt" she smiles and rubs vics arms up and down. He moves away.

"He's mine you bitch" I yell.

"Hm very funny, he would never go for somebody like you"

"yes the fuck I would". I grab my card and the receipt. He grabs my hand and we walk out. "FUCK YOU" I yell as we walk out. We get back in the car.

"I'm sorry baby, I should have said something sooner"

"this isn't your fault it's hers. She can't comprehend that your mine" he smiles. I pull him in for a kiss by his Tshirt, he kisses back, my tounge explores every inch of his mouth. I pull back when i need air. He pulls me close and I begin to kiss down his neck I leave a dark purple hickey. He groans, I break away to whisper in his ear

"now everybody will know you're mine" I start the car and drive home

#vic fuentes #vicfuentesxreader #x reader #fanfic #stories #makeout #almost smut

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provendermalkin · 9 months

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pitbull controversy

I'd like to point out that even if the "nanny dog" story about how they were bred to tend children and known as nannies in the past is true, people also used to think making your cigarettes radioactive would boost their "health benefits" or that giving your kids formaldehyde to make them sleepy was a good idea. So, you know. Maybe those people were just wrong & it's finally time to have an intelligent discussion about the fact that labeling any animal "harmless" opens you up to tragedy. No, that doesn't mean it's intelligent or useful to label them "bad," either.

Again, I don't think they should be made illegal or extinct. I don't think they're "evil" or "malicious." They're animals. They're neither good nor bad. They're just predators, and their prey drive has been enhanced by hundreds of years of breeding, as has their gameness-- their willingness to engage in conflict with another animal, and the instinct to continue fighting when another animal might back down. This is also true of other large, powerful breeds. I don't think your average pet owner is prepared for or should, ethically, be owning a malinois or cane corso, either. That doesn't mean I want those dogs to be made illegal or driven to extinction.

I would object to people labeling guardian dogs as angel furbabies and nanny-dogs, too, for example, or decrying victims harmed or killed by them as having "provoked" the dog. They didn't need to; the possibility was always there. There's a reason specific breeds are generally preferred for specific work: specific breeds have specific instincts and drives. They're not interchangeable, it's not "just another coat of paint." They are not all fundamentally the same. They do not all thrive in the same environments, they do not all have the same instincts, and they are not all safe under the same circumstances.

We don't deny that some dogs are more liable to have soft palette mouths, or engage in pointing, or herd people and animals, or enjoy water due to breed; so why should we obfuscate the potential risk factors of a breed?

I don't care what you call your large supermuscular terrier of choice- staffy, pibble, whatever. Love them, keep them, defend them: just don't lie to me and tell me they're "harmless", and don't tell victims of dog attack that they deserved it somehow. They have a strong prey drive, they are large and powerful enough to kill a human, they are unlikely to stop attacking if they happen to decide to, and anyone who owns one needs to be prepared for that possibility, especially if an individual dog has shown danger signs before.

If your dog has threatened, snapped at, or (god forbid) attacked something or someone else, you at minimum need to be using a muzzle when they go out, especially if they are a large and powerful breed. Muzzles aren't any more "cruel" than condoms are (no matter what your partner/shelter says). Use protection, for your sake and others'.

Last: some individual dogs are simply not safe at all, and unfortunately should be euthanized. Sending individual dogs known to be aggressive and dangerous out into the community over and over again because you happen to like their breed only worsens the issue, especially if you lie to prospective owners about their bite history or known risk factors.

Edited addendum: I should acknowledge there IS rabid, often racist hate for these dogs. There is. It's terrible. It's hideous. You will find people who act like these dogs are the devil on earth, put here just to hurt people. It's absolutely vile, and I hate it. By all means, PLEASE defend the breed from these monsters. Just don't do it by lying. You can love the breed for what it is: magnificent, powerful, clever, tenacious, often silly or loving. They're just not right for every home. They are predators capable of hurting someone, they do have a prey drive and can experience predatory drift, and any attack or threat towards any person or animal should be taken extremely seriously and never dismissed, because if a large dog like a pbt does attack something, the potential for serious harm is severe.

#mine #pitbulls #I think this one gets to be unrebloggable

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riddlerosehearts · 2 years

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Okay so, earlier I reblogged a post that kinda offhandedly stated--as part of a larger, almost totally unrelated point, which is why I don't wanna be annoying about it to the OP--that in Beauty and the Beast, the out-of-universe reason that the prince (who I will be referring to as Adam) was 11 when he was cursed is because the writers didn’t realize they made him that young until it was too late to change it. So as a huge nerd I wanted make my own post explaining why I believe this is false, actually! Using excerpts from the BATB artbook and from a leaked first draft of the screenplay:

1. In said draft, dated June 14th 1990, Adam is explicitly stated to be eleven years old:

“In FULL ANIMATION, we meet the eleven year-old child as he is being dressed and fussed over by a slew of harried servants”

Soooo, I’m pretty sure they did in fact know they were making him 11 years old. Honestly I don’t think I really need to elaborate more than this but I’m going to anyway, along with talking about some other things I find interesting.

2. In this version of the story, Adam was really cruel and cold to the enchantress, like I know he’s 11 but damn. He really just got told he cares for nothing and loves no one but himself and said “why should I?”

Kinda wish more of this made it into the final version of the movie tbh, if only to drive home the point that he truly was an awful kid and didn’t just get cursed for “not wanting to let a stranger in his house”, as I’ve seen some people say.

3. Also in this version of the story, the castle servants were cursed simply for getting in the way of the enchantress’ attempt to punish Adam and trying to plead with her that he’s only a child, and so that he would have to be isolated with no human company.

4. This is a bit of a tangent but even though I’ve been referring to him as a prince, he’s actually called a duke in this version! Obviously they changed that as the prologue of the movie now explicitly calls him a prince.

Also, this happens, and I really wanna know how exactly he would explain all of this to Belle in his own words:

It then cuts to Belle and Adam already having gotten married and being about to leave on their honeymoon and I’m sorry, this is not related at all to the discussion of his age, but I adore this ending so much that I almost, maybe, kinda sorta like it just as much as if not better than the actual ending and I feel the need to share it:

Belle and Adam literally don’t notice a whole explosion in the east wing because “they’re too caught up in newlywed bliss”, help, my heart--this gives us more time with Adam as a human, is adorable, and just feels so classic and Cinderella-esque. Actually, the original prologue and ending parallel the structure of Cinderella so strongly (especially if they would’ve added the chorus singing the title song) that maybe they thought it was a bit too much like Cinderella, and I wouldn’t trade the unique stained glass prologue and last shot of the final movie for anything, but I still just love every word of this.

But ANYWAY, one last thing pertaining to Adam’s age:

5. Before even this draft was created, Howard Ashman originally wanted the poor kid to be seven when he got cursed. SEVEN! And I know that because of the Beauty and the Beast artbook:

Wanted to share this whole section for context, but the most relevant part is that Howard’s original idea, which the directors apparently disliked despite it still making it to the first screenplay draft, was... well, the same thing I showed earlier, except the main character was “a seven-year-old prince”. Which does make me wonder how old Howard originally imagined Belle to be, seeing as Paige O’Hara has referred to her as an adult in her early 20s several times since the movie was released (so no, she’s not 17 and getting with a 21 year old, the “Belle is 17″ thing comes from another drastically different version of the script) and in this draft is described as 18 at the same time that Adam would be nearing 21:

All this is to say, though, that imo the live action remake doing things like changing the “ten years we’ve been rusting” line, never specifying that the rose will bloom until his 21st birthday, and making him explicitly older + having him be cruelly abusing his political power in the prologue... is interesting and not necessarily bad, just different (and only canon to that adaptation, not to the original animated film!). It places the Beast’s curse in a much different light and makes it seem much more justifiable (though even then it doesn’t justify cursing the servants tbh) than the idea that the enchantress would so cruelly punish not just an 11 year old but everyone else who cares for him in response to him simply being a spoiled, bratty child. I can see why some might prefer him being an adult, and I can also see how some may not realize that he was supposed to be 11 with how much older he looks in the prologue and the painting in the castle (which admittedly is an odd decision to me that I’m not sure of the reasoning for). But I think him being a young child at the time of the curse really helps to show just how unjust his situation is, and also I think the writers definitely knew what they were doing here. If they wanted to make sure Adam was an adult at the time of the curse then really, they only would’ve had to remove/change a couple of lines, but they clearly wrote him as a young child in several previous versions of the script and then... continued to imply exactly that in the final movie.

#this--like anything i ever write--is an incoherent mess i'm sorry #if anyone wants image descriptions PLEASE let me know and i will add them asap #i just don't expect anyone to actually bother to read this tbh #but if you do read this and you want to know more about the first draft or the artbook my inbox is open!!#beauty and the beast #long post

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button-mash · 1 year

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What I played last week #9

Taz-Mania [Sega Mega Drive]

I think this might be one of my all time most hated games. I remember when I was a kid, my dad had a bet come in and he said he'd buy me a game. We went to the Woolworths (RIP) on the way back to my mum's house and I remember excitedly picking up Aladdin, but when we got to the checkout they didn't actually have it in stock. I then audibled to Earthworm Jim instead before my Dad noticed this was 50% off and essentially picked it for me. What could have been From the very second I took it home I have hated this game. I think it actually developed into somewhat of an abusive relationship, because I was so determined to get some kind of value out of it that I would actually play it loads. What amazes me the most looking back is that I remember getting up to this mine-cart level in the game I could only occassionally pass which Id assumed was like 2-3 levels into the game. Playing it back however, I learned it was incredibly far into this dreadful piece of shit game, meaning that as a kid I actually battled a decent way through what is basically just a punishingly hard, obtusely difficult game.

I refuse to believe anybody could ever beat that minecart level by simply reacting to the hazards, its basically just a cheap level that demands you die over and over, further and further into the level enough so that you can hopefully memorise it, except the limited lives and continues mean you'd have to battle your way all the way back there to even try again.

The game just breaks pretty much every single cardinal sin of design. The controls are clumsy, enemies have awkward hitboxes, beginners traps are everywhere, hazard items are located in chokepoints that are hard to avoid, the game constantly asks you to make leaps of faith you can't actually see, the backgrounds are cluttered so it's difficult to know what you can and can't be hurt by/land on/etc, instant deaths on hard to learn jumping patterns, etc, etc etc. At one point the game even inexplicably adds fucking depth perception platforming into a fucking 2D game. Maybe worst of all, the game has SO many levels too. Usually you see tactics like this employed in games to drag them out, but this has something like 15 levels and some of them are so long and punishing that the length seems to be more cruel than it does value for money. A few do have checkpoints but a lot of them don't. I am not too proud to say I used save-states just for my own sanity to get through this. I don't normally like to use them beyond some QoL stuff like saving time putting in Passwords, or to practice a boss, but there are so many bullshit sections I felt like it was the only way I'd play more than 10 mins.

I did beat the mine-cart level pure though, I had to do it for young me.

I cannot fathom the patience I must have had as a kid. I think I initially decided to play it partly out of twisted nostalgia, but after a few levels I was essentially on some sort of revenge quest to vanquish the ghosts of that shit game

Dogshit

Pocahontas [Sega Mega Drive]

Am I gaming's top boy? Not really for me to say, but hard to deny it given the streak I'm on at the moment. I randomly decided to play this after seeing a 'Disney games on the Mega Drive/Genesis' video by the excellent SNES Drunk

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Most people know that this era of Disney games actually yielded a pretty solid group of classic licensed games - even ones that had different versions on either console like Aladdin. One I hadn't actually ever tried on this list though was Pocohantas, and I actually thought it looked pretty interesting in the video. It has a rotoscoped animation style like Prince of Persia or Flashback, and it actually suits the game really well. There is zero combat in the game, and instead it's a puzzle platformer - for most of the levels you're able to switch between Pocohontas and her Raccoon mate Meeko, and most levels are about figuring out how to use their different abilities and limitations to help each other out to create pathways for each other. As the levels go on Pocohontas gets more and more abilities by rescuing various animals, so you start off pretty limited, but by the end she can swim underwater, sprint, etc. It's a smart way to gradually introduce new mechanics into the game whilst still staying on theme, and it suits the game really well

It's obviously aimed at kids, so it never gets too challenging - there are hardly any enemies in the game and the platforming puzzles tend to be more about figuring out what to do rather than pulling off some tricky skill gauntlet. It's actually a pretty good, well made game - it's not exactly some must-play hidden gem, but it wasn't some braindead baby game either.

If anything my criticisms are that it's a little short. It felt as though they rush through the film and pretty much skip most of the middle and the end really. You basically go out, meet John Smith and rescue him and the game is finished. Also for a game based on a Disney film they music is pretty bad - there is obviously lots of music to draw on, but other than a few sections, 95% of the game's entire sountrack is just some looping midi version of 'Colours of the Wind' which gets real fucking old real quickly, to the point I just had to turn the sound down on the game

Overall I'd say it was worth checking out as a curiosity, especially if you have an interest in those 90s Disney games. It's not exactly at the level of something like Castle of Illusion or Aladdin, but it's definitely leaning towards the upper end of those licensed movie games

I did actually play a little bit of both Castle of Illusion and World of Illusion but got bored and stopped halfway through both. It's funny because they're both better games than Taz-Mania and Pocohontas - significantly so in Taz-Mania's case, but they just didn't grab me in that moment. I've played them both to death in my childhood, so maybe familiarity outweighed nostalgia in this case. Still, they get a mention in the name of posterity

#video games #video game #computer games #retro gaming #retrogaming #gaming #90s games #90s #90s movies #pocohantas #taz mania #disney #sega mega drive #sega genesis #movie games #Youtube

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I'm so scared to move out of my parents house just because I have so much anxiety about being out in the world alone. I live in a big city and I love it so much but there's a lot of crime and I'm terrified that something will happen to me. I'm 25 and need to find a full time job and move out but I'm just so scared and I feel silly for feeling this way. whenever the subject comes up about me moving or finding a career, I get so upset because I feel like I'm not ready but I can't stay with my parents and have these part time jobs anymore. I don't know what to do because I so badly want to have the adult life I want to have and hopefully even move across the country some day but I just can't shake this fear

First off I wanna say I empathise so much, I have an excuse to stay at home , helping my Mom with my disabled dad and for me finding a job is more about contributing to a safe lil family unit , I do not want to be on my own, and honestly I think that is very human, people need people , even people that want to live on their own they have healthy social lives.

Honestly I think you should have a conversation with your parents about how you feel, are you really unable to live with them while you look for work? There is no shame living with your parents if they let you stay and nobody is exploiting the situation. You could let your parents know how scared you and how adult life is frightening and gives you anxiety. Maybe then your first goal could be getting a part time work somewhere manageable and you could pay rent to your parents. Also online work?

Just saying if I was a parent I dont think Id ever stop mothering my babies not that I would want them to mooch off me but if I had a young adult who was just afraid and needed support I would want to loo after my baby and find a way they could financially support themselves without pushing a vulnerable adult into the cruel world with no support.

Of course if your parents arent willing to give you that support and working to find a way to pay them rent while you work through your mental health concerns then you got to start plan B.

Do you have any family or friends you could live with while finding work? Does your local government or local charities offer support for those struggling with mental health and independence.

Mental health issues arent a joke dont let anyone shame you for a legit reason that hinders you living an a normal adult life. You deserve support, you dont deserve to end up homeless of suicidal when all you needed was the right support.

The difference between a child, teen, and adult is our brain development and capacity of mature decisiveness, if you are an adult you have all the cognitive and maturity status need ed to consent to sexual relationships with other adults, drive, get married , own a house etc etc but if you a vulnerable adult not even one that is cognitively unable but simply one like yourself who is emotionally vulnerable you need support, and I think you are owed that.

I would personally defend this morally using the political philosophiser Rawls Veil of Ignorance (I didnt finish his book but it is a good read , he is somewhat neo liberal but for the sake of having lots of social programs but his ideas have inspired Marxists thinkers too (It is kind of Bernie Sanders erotica )

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Anyway my point is you shouldn't feel guilt nor should you be abandoned for being a vulnerable human being, you say you are 25 but if you where 45 and felt this way I would still feel compassion for you, because you want to get and job and support yourself but you are scared , unsure and stressed, you have a mental handicap and you deserve love and compassion and help.

Remember there is a difference between a person who lives off their parents and exploits their parents, to somebody who lives with their parents but supports their parents or is getting help to support them.

I hope you aren't American anon I hope your countery has support to help you be able to get to working and supporting yourself or supporting your parents if they dont mind keeping you.

I hope that makes you feel better anon (=

#ask #anon #discussion #anon ask #anons #asks

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mochiswifey · 2 years

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OUT OF PLACE 3

Synopsis; You ruin everything.

CW: MNDI...Age gap, Mental Illness,Foul Language,DIRTY SMUT, ANGST!!! SLIGH CRACK.

Kanji Mochizuki*Takeomi Akashi*South Terano

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South.... How do you even begin with him? You haven't known him for long. Hell it's only been a few hours but you know that he's not a nice guy. But he's a good guy.

Despite of that. You feel calm with him. Something you haven't felt for such a long time. Maybe you never even felt that in your whole life.

"Shorty."

"STOP CALLING ME SHORTY!" You jump trying to reach for your whiskey bottle on South's hand.

"You're short." You lightly punched his arms before rolling your eyes at him. He only chuckled in returned before ruffling your already messed up hair with his gigantic hand.

The two of you had been talking for hours. Probably since 3 am and it's definetely been at least 6 hours. Time flew faster with him. It was pleasant.

Even when the two of you fell in silence. It wasn't awkward.

He laughs looking down at you before the two of you proceeded on walking back to civilation. Something the two of you didn't want to do for a few more hours.

But everything has to end right?

He never gave your bottle back. He sneakly dropped the bottle while you were busy ranting about your boss who reminds him of someone he got wrecked by.

He noticed your high tolerance for alcohol but he wasn't about to risk your safety by letting you chug the remaining liquor all the while knowing you'll drive back home.

"You know-"

"I don't." You sighed. He definetely got the same bitchass humor as you.

"You feel like an old friend." You tell the giant before wrapping your arms around his. He was surprised but having your touch feels warming and relieving. As if you took all of his worries and stress away simply by just being close to him.

"You too." He simply replied smiling.

He felt so peaceful, you didn't want to say goodbye. But you remind yourself what happens when you keep people for too long.

"Hey, pretty. Don't die will you?"

You squint your eyes and gave him the bitch what meme face. Him saying that is so random. It made you think that, maybe he noticed something no one even you noticed.

"You look like you're 'bout to commit homicide, arson and fucking suicide after this." He says as he starts his Harley.

"I won't." You assure him giving him a genuine smile before entering your luxury car you're always proud to show off.

"Good. And don't do drugs. I don't want seeing my pretty girl all fucked up. Well, I would if I was the reason." He shouts at you and him calling you his pretty girl made you blush to the point you had to cover your face with your palms.

It's too fucking adorable for South.

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"Oi, where have you been?" Takeomi harshyly grabbed your arm as soon as he found you inside your office trying to inject yourself with heroin.

You wanted to punch him so bad for making you drop your syringe, wasting your top class heroin that will give you a few minutes of high before returning you to your dark reality.

"The fuck is wrong with you? Fuck off stinky ass lung cancer-" His hand found its way to your throat startling you.

Bonten members. You don't care for them like you don't care for anyone in this world. You acknownledge their traits and you have your list of their flaws as well.

What you hated about Takeomi is the way he looks at you. You hated it more than when he was underestimating you.

He's born on early Showa period so, you figure he had the mindset of "Girls are to be seen not heard." Which pisses you off but his stupid eyes....

The way they land to your lips. The way they follow your every move during the meetings. The way it says that he wants to own you.

It fucking pisses you off.

"Let go Akashi, I'll fucking rip your head off." He doesn't move. His eyes are still fixated on your parted lips. Wanted to taste it. To bite on it. To claim it as his.

You're cruel. Because despite of knowing it will be chaos when Mochi finds out. You didn't fight back when his lips was on yours.

You destroy everything that could've been beautiful.

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He pulled you up from your chair and placed you on top of your desk. You liked how he was rough. How he didn't try to be gentle and how he didn't try to hide his want for you.

Every move of his is animalistic. His grips and the way he marks you like you're the only one he wants.

You love it.

Has someone ever needed you like this? Like Takeomi needs you? Probably not. No one that you're aware of.

"Shit. I can't believe you let Kanji fuck you first." He grunts lowly on your ear. You could feel the spite and jealousy. And in some fucked up way. You liked it.

Your breast bounced as he mercilessly pound inside your hole. Grip on your throat tight as he chants that you're his property. That you only belong to him.

"I-I don't fuck- fucking belong to you." You barely manage to say. A dark amused expression appears on his face.

He pulls your face closer to his before licking your neck up to your lips. He was amused that even after cumming on his cock 4 times you still refuse to submit to him.

"K-Keep saying that." Like you he was barely able to make out a sentence as your cunt clench around his cock. Milking him.

"F-fuck." He leaned forward and took your nipple on his mouth and sucked on it like a hungry child.

Despite of his age. He was harder and had more vigor than any other men you've encountered. It impressed you. And if only you're different... You would easily be his whore. But again... You remind yourself that you always destroy things.

You destroy everything if you keep them too long within your hold.

You know it's bad when you're not able to maintain even just a mainly sexual relationship.

"We could do more of this if you become my slut." Takeomi says after releasing his seed inside you for the last time.

Is it because you're mentally exhausted from your horrid life or is it because he fucked you hard that you could barely say anything.

He fucked you hard. You won't deny it. And you can't fucking deny it. The sweats on your forehead and neck despite of it being winter is a clear evidence.

"Let's go eat." He pulls his cock out and tried to kiss you but you turn your head away from his ash flavored lips.

"Fuck off. You're just a quick fuck."

"Quick fuck? You-" You push him away and picked your scattered clothes.

"Leave."

"You're fucking kidding me?" He gets frustrated easily. He tried to grabbed your arm like he did before but your elbow landed on his face first knocking him out.

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You were careless. Mochi heard everything.

He stood outside of your office listening to every moan you gave Takeomi. And it drained him.

He woke up alone and he was thrown in a panic state. He was running around trying to find you. Eager to see you safe he was... scared.

A man like him? Scared for you? How stupid. But it's the truth.

He wanted to see you safe but he found you with his collegue moaning like nothing ever happened to the two of you.

Maybe you broke his heart. But would you care? You won't. You can't. You just can't care. It'll be a mayhem if you did.

You knew Mochi heard the two of you because his eyes changed. He looks at you as if you're the most disgusting woman in the world. But you couldn't give two shits.

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"Stop fucking with my executives." Mikey called you into his office just to tell you that. He noticed that you're wrecking havoc among his men and he couldn't let a broken girl that reflects him ruin the only people he secretly calls his family.

"You got it." Was all you say. Your dead eyes stare back to his. He dismisses you. But instead of leaving. He remained on his chair thinking about you. He couldn't help but to feel pity.

He hates you whenever you act so innocent and sweet. Whenever your eyes shines, your smiles wide. Whenever you gave them warmth. Whenever you tenderly tend to their wounds after a hectic job. It reminds him of Emma.

He hates those days.

He wish he could take away your smile. But it's confusing him because whenever days like this comes. He wish he could put those disgusting smile back to your face.

You confuse him. You confuse them.

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"Shit shit shit!" Kakucho panics as you enter the meeting room. Blood soaked your beige shirt.

"You're bleeding!"

"Thanks for the info, I didn't know that at all." You sarcastically says as you threw the head of your target to Mikey's feet.

You noticed that his eyes are different. Almost worried. But you brushed it off. You took it for a new expression of being bored.

"Sanzu you got any pain killers?" You asked as you sat on the floor. You have high tolerance for pain but the fucker who stabbed you went a little deep.

"I don't- YOU GOT STABBED?" The pink crackhead was too absorbed on watching porn on his phone, legs up to the table, amused look on his face. He wasn't able to notice your state immediately.

"This is nothing-"

"Get the doctor." Mikey orders his number 3 making him ran towards the infirmary.

"Hey. I hope you die but you should really see a doctor." Sanzu says and you rolled your eyes.

“I want drugs not a doctor.”

“You need a doctor.” Mikey says nonchalantly, doing a great job on masking his growing worry for you.

“Ummmm. I got fucking stabbed. And I don’t want to be that ungrateful person- Mikey

“That’s funny I was actually thinking the same thing.” He says.

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You got ignored because Mikey pulled the Uno reverse card on you. He insisted that you take a break. You don't accept it. And instead decided to throw a party.

Loud music, disgusting smell of sweat and perfume. The nightclub was wild. Ran, Sanzu and Rindou didn't mind your idea of partying. They were more than glad to come.

Mikey wanted you to stay at home and heal but knowing that you won't listen to him he came. So does Kakucho. Kokonoi was just dragged in the mess.

You didn't expect Mochi and Takeomi to come but they did.

They wanted to run to you. To wrapped you with their arms as soon as they found out you got injured. But they held themselves back. You weren't good for them. They know that. They try their hardest but maybe you're worth the pain.

They thought you'd be embarass when you see them. But not an ounce of care flashed to your face. Not even when older, more experienced women sat on their laps.

Not even when their hands explored the women's body. They know you're seeing them but you just don't care. They hate it.

Why won't you care?

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You tried to drown yourself with alcohol. You took pills with Sanzu. Dance with the brothers. Kissed random strangers before running away making the brothers laugh.

You tried to forget the stupid hollow hole in your frozen heart but it's stubborn. You wanted help. But the memories of- you can't. Call someone and they'll be send to hell for trying to help you. You're a lost cause. You can't be helped.

You were too fed up. The confusing emptiness and stupid despair. You're strong but you can't win agaisnt these two.

You went back to the VIP room and found Mochi and Takeomi with the same women earlier, their hands gripped tightly on the women's ass and they were sensually kissing.

They wanted to make you feel like shit. To make you see what you've lost. Little did they know you've always felt like shit and their antics won't affect you.

"FUCK!" You finally snapped. Tears spill from your eyes as you rummage through your bag trying to find the pills similar to what Sanzu has.

The only difference is that it's stronger.

Your hands were shaking and your heart feels like it's about to rip your chest open and just fall to the floor.

Everything starts to feel too fucked up. Too fucked even for a person like you.

A slight relief washed over you as your hands touched the familiar plastic. You pulled two packs out and mindlessly dropped pills on your mouth.

"HEY!" Takeomi pushed the woman off his lap letting her fall to the cold floor. He didn't care about the glares the woman gave him. Mochi did the same and the two of them walked towards you. You scare them to death.

"You're gonna kill yourself."

"WHY THE FUCK DO YOU GODDAMN CARE!" You grabbed the liquor on the table and smashed it. The shard and liquid flew all over the room scaring the nameless women and ruthless men in front of you.

Eyes red and tired. The two of them know you're not you.

"Try to fucking intervene and I'm gonna fucking kill the two of you." You point the broken bottle to them. They knew you could. But they were unfazed.

"What the fuck is happening here?" Mikey entered along with the remaining executives. They were puzzled and even the trio who finds humor to everything has a serious look on their faces.

"J-just let me do my own shit okay? Don't fucking interfere with the shit I do! Fucking hell- You're not my family!" You yelled before throwing the broken bottle on the wall finally breaking all of it.

You wipe your tears as you pass the executives.

Why do they find it so heartbreaking seeing you so helpless?

Mikey and Kakucho knew they have to save you. Sanzu and Kokonoi knew they have to support you. Ran and Rin knew they have to protect you and finally Kanji and Takeomi knew they have to love you unconditionally.

What did you do to them?

Oh....

You should've never baked Mikey a cake. And you should've never told him seeing him eat it makes you happy. You should've never made him see himself in you.

You should've never bonded with Sanzu over your grief. You should've never told him about the people you lost, after overdosing with him.

You should've never told Kakucho you were born to be a soldier and has always been alone. And you should've never made him feel like you're his home.

You should've never showed Kokonoi, Ran and Rindou how it feels to have a sister who cares for them. A sister who combs and braids their hair. A sister who asks them if they have eaten yet.

You should've never showed Takeomi your smile. And the bright future he could have with you.

You should've never tended on Kanji's wounds. Hug him and tell him you like the way he feels within your arms.

Because if you just controlled who you really are. Everything would've been better. Far better than it is.

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Don't copy.

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jalebi-weds-bluetooth · 3 years

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Arnav, Khushi: Choti Si Duniya

#3 Old Habits

On most days Arnav and Khushi were happily married, with ample amount of laughter, space, sex, healthy banter, mild arguments, partnership and friendship filling their days.

On some days they just took the breath away from the other by simply existing, thrumming in the evergreen Rabba Ve. And on other days they were quiet, with one of their past demons returning to haunt them while the other supported the best they could.

And on the rarest days their arguments would take an ugly turn. It wasn’t a difference of thought, but rather crossing an invisible line of trust. Old habits, which despite maturity and therapy, flared up.

Unfortunately, Arnav crossed it far more than Khushi did.

“You’re forgetting she’s my sister Khushi Kumari Gupta! How could you not tell me she’s dating my manager.”

“She is also my sister Arnav, and Di told me not to tell you-”

“I don’t fucking care-”

“-that’s exactly why she told me not to tell you. And Aman ji is a good man for Di.”

“I don’t care, you still don't know Aman.”

“I’ve known him for six years! And for your kind information, I am a good judge of character Arnav-”

“-no you're not. If you were a good judge then things would've been different.”

“What do you mean by that.”

“Forget it.”

“Don’t forget that with this judgement I chose to marry you.”

“Oh really? With this judgement you brought fucking Shyam back to the house. I told you it was a big mistake but no - you thought he had changed.”

Khushi stormed into their bedroom, packing her clothes for a week. How dare he accuse her for not understanding Shyam! Yes, she had made a colossal mistake regarding him, but bringing it up after five years?

Just because he couldn't handle Di having a boyfriend?

Khushi breathed hard, fought her tears and zipped up her suitcase.

“Khushi, I’m sorry.” Arnav panted, having run up the stairs. His panic grew at the suitcase.

“Then why did you bring that up.”

“I was angry, I didn’t... you know how I am regarding Di.”

“I do Arnav, but that does not excuse you bringing up that up. I would've never brought him to the house if I knew he killed Di’s child.”

“Of course, I know that. It’s just... I shouldn't know about Aman and Di after they’ve started dating.”

Khushi sighed. She understood his overprotectiveness, especially after the Shyam fiasco they were all at edge towards Anjali. Frankly if it had not been for Aman, Khushi would’ve confided in Arnav.

“I get it, but I’m leaving for Bua ji’s for a week... if I didn’t know you, I would've never forgiven you for what you said.”

“Khushi you know I didn’t mean it.”

“And you know that anything related to that man is... has never been my fault.”

“I know Khushi but don’t go.” He held her hand.

“Arnav, I’m not in the state to forgive you for what you said. I want to calm down, take a little break and talk to you about this. So first, go and talk to your sister and please let me go.”

Arnav’s temper ticked. He hated Khushi leaving home. Leaving him.

“Running away from things don’t fix anything.”

“I’m not running away Arnav, I need space.”

“I said I’m sorry.” He yelled.

“And that is not enough!” She matched his pitch, grabbed her suitcase and headed for the door. Except he shut the door on her face and pulled her away.

“You can’t leave,” He warned. Khushi snatched her hand away from his.

“Or else?” She challenged.

“You know what I’m capable of,” His mouth hardened into its cruel, familiar straight line. And Khushi’s heart broke, again.

“Every single fucking time,” Khushi swore and threw her bag to the floor, angry tears rolled down her cheeks. Arnav faltered, his grip on the door loosening.

“Khushi main-” Khushi stopped him and stepped away.

“Enough Arnav. Main kya? You didn’t mean what you said? Didn’t mean to hold my hand hard enough to hurt? Didn’t mean to bring up the past? Didn’t mean to break my heart?” Khushi folded her arms, analyzing his face.

“But it still hurts. And you do nothing to fix it. I wonder, where does this come from?”

“I don’t want you to leave me.” He said.

“I didn’t leave you when things were worse, when you couldn't stand being in the same room as me-” And despite the years, the memories filled Arnav with guilt and Khushi with pain. He looked away, unable to meet her eyes.

“I’m sorry,” His voice had lost its strength, “I wish I could change-”

“Hume uss baat se koi farak nahi padta. I have never asked you for an explanation or your regret. I’ve left these behind. But you haven't. Your habits haven't.” Khushi wiped her tears, struggling to keep her composure.

“You know, let’s talk about this. Because I’ve heard all of this before and we never really addressed how you broke my heart. And the fact that you can say all this despite all the therapy we've been to...”

Arnav sank into the green chaise, head in his hands. Khushi, always having the bigger heart, kneeled by him and grabbed his face. He was crying. Her heart truly broke.

“Talk to me Arnav. Why do you say these things? It’s been so long, and trust me when you shut the door and grab me I still get scared, it still breaks my heart despite everything. It will never be okay-”

Arnav held her hand, whispering his sorries to her.

“And what do you mean by ‘my sister’. Don’t you know how long it took me to make this family my own. Arnav, my world changed overnight. You know this. Tumhara, mera... you make me feel like this is not mine. That this house, this-”

“No Khushi, everything is yours. Yeh ghar, Di, main-” He choked.

“Then why do you work so hard to push me away? I know you're concerned for Di, even I was first worried when I learned she liked Aman ji. But she's happy with him.” Khushi said.

“I can’t... Di was happy with Shyam. I can't see her go through pain again, when I know that I could've prevented it.” Arnav confessed.

“Arnav, things would've hurt irrespective of everything we did. Or maybe because of it. The problem was not that we couldn't protect her, it’s that we took away her choice. Our decision to tell her the truth depended on it our convenience to lie about him.” Arnav agreed.

“And Aman ji is different. You know him for twelve years and if he turns out terrible despite that, then we’ll support Di the best we can and murder him.” Khushi cracked a smile and Arnav chuckled.

“I’m sorry Khushi,” He said, wiping her tear away.

“You should be. I mean, yes, I should've known better about trusting a man who didn't hesitate to kidnap you-” Arnav tsked at her.

“You were barely in your twenties. I shouldn't have brought that up.” He huffed.

“But you did.” She smiled sadly. Arnav stopped himself from saying 'I didn't mean to'. If he didn't, he shouldn't have. So he attempted at pouring his heart, saying things he meant.

He often resorted to pulling people’s mistakes when they made a decision without his input to prove they can't always make the right choice.

“Because I believe I’m the only one who can take the right decisions for everyone...” Arnav scoffed at the irony of his sentence. There were times when he had succeeded but despite his best efforts he did hurt Khushi where it hurt most.

"I always think it’s right to use any means to stop you from leaving me, especially after a fight. Cause I think I’ll fix everything later, as long as you're in front of me.” He confessed.

“Except it fixes nothing. It just... Arnav I feel like I have to cut a part of myself to be with you after such things because I love you, I love you so much that I can’t bear to not love you. Aur aise harkatein ke baad... it gets difficult to love you.” Khushi began to cry.

“It kills me to not be able to love you.” Arnav kissed her forehead, holding her tight in his arms. Her sobs racked against his chest, breaking his heart to two.

“Khushi please don’t... how can I fix this? I feel like any sorry isn't enough.”

“Let’s talk. Like this, always.” Khushi sniffled. Arnav nodded, pressing another kiss to the top of her head.

“And... if I want to leave,” Arnav’s grip tightened, “know that I’m always coming back. Except I just need space to process things.” Khushi broke the hug, and caressed his cheek.

“Ok, I’ll tell Mohan to drive you to Bua ji’s. I won't- can’t, you know I won't be able to leave you there.” Arnav smiled, holding her hand against his cheek.

“I’ll talk to Di about everything and we’ll work on this.” He pointed to themselves. Everything was worth a shot.

“And I will never keep anything from you.” She promised, acknowledging her own mistake.

“Ab jao, otherwise I won’t let you go.” Arnav turned away, dismissing her. Khushi pressed the most loving, forgiving kiss against his cheek and left for Bua ji’s.

---

Aman and Anjali watched Khushi leave for Bua ji’s. She had and bid everyone goodbye - Aarav choosing to stay home, afraid of the cheek pulling at Lakshminagar. But promised to FaceTime his mum at every single minute.

Arnav, had not come down to see her off. Anjali was worried sick. Aman tried to placate her.

“Aman, you have no idea the problems Chote and Khushi faced because of my first marriage. I did not... I always ruin everything. My blind faith nearly destroyed my brother’s happiness and yet again-” Aman placed his finger against Anjali’s lips, shushing her effectively.

“No Anjali. You are not responsible for ASR and Khushi bhabhi’s lives. Your faith in your husband was admirable. If the narrative was different, you would've been lauded for your trust in him. Unfortunately that wasn't the case.” Anjali didn’t agree. Aman grabbed her shoulders and pulled her close.

“Anjali, look at me. Take deep breaths. Ab, listen. Yes, you affect ASR’s life - why wouldn't you, he's your brother, your support, your heart. But whatever happens in his life is a result of his actions. Same applies for Khushi bhabhi. Yes, they might have fought regarding us, but not because of it.”

“But Aman-”

“No buts, if we were to break up - because, of course, ASR affects your life too - would you hate ASR?” This time Anjali grabbed Aman’s shoulders in response to his questions.

“I would never hate my brother Aman Mathur. And no matter how much I love him, I would speak to him but not give up on you like that.” If they were not in Shantivan, Aman would’ve kissed her senseless on the spot.

“It’s taken me a lot to fall in love, and I’m not going to change that-”

“Then that resolves everything Di.” Aman and Anjali jumped apart on finding Arnav leaning against a wall, a soft smile playing on his lips. These few minutes said a lot about Aman and Anjali’s relationship that he wouldn’t have been able to have assessed without a calm mind.

“Chote.” Anjali nearly ran into her brother’s arms. Arnav hugged her tight, happy and relieved at the same time.

“It’s ok Di. First of all, as Aman said, you’re not responsible for anything. Everything will be fine between Khushi and me. And next time, you can tell your brother everything, I wouldn’t sack Aman for being your boyfriend... even if I’m tempted to.” Anjali pushed him against his shoulder and the siblings grinned.

“Thank you Chote. This means the world to me.” Aman smiled affectionately at the duo.

“There’s nothing to thank me. It is your life. But if Aman hurts you-”

“-then feel free to do anything with him.” Anjali quipped.

“Precisely. Even Khushi is on board with murder.”

“Do you both realize I am here.” Aman cleared his throat.

“Yeah, that saves me the time to separately give the shovel talk. You are truly efficient Aman.” Anjali laughed and headed towards Aman, who was more than happy to receive the threats.

He was officially welcomed to the Raizada's.

---

Madhumati and Garima had long learned what interference could cost in both, Khushi and Payal’s lives. With Shashi’s recovery they realized that if they had let both the daughters take decisions they saw fit, a lot of misunderstandings would've been avoided.

So when Khushi arrived with her bag and a call came from Payal apprising the Guptas of the situation at home, the Guptas needed no answers from Khushi nor were in a hurry to send her to Shantivan.

For this home would always remain as Khushi’s.

Madhumati didn’t prod about the untouched jalebis (although she did have a good mind to use her belan on her beloved damaad), Garima busied herself with her hour long chats with her grandson on the phone and Shashi gave Khushi the space to talk.

Time definitely allowed healing and perspective.

---

It was one of those days when Arnav was restless. Neither tending his plants nor working gave him relief. Perhaps it was because there were three more days for Khushi to come home?

He paced across every square inch of his mansion - the Prakashes and Raizada's knowing well to steer clear from Pacing Singh Raizada.

“Wassup Nannav? Missing Khushi bhabhi? You want me to send her a message? I’m heading there to grab some samosas.” NK grinned, as if he hadn't seen his cousin pining for Khushi in the past four days.

“Nothing.” Arnav gritted. He knew therapy was working. If not, NK would’ve been six feet under. And maybe Lavanya would’ve murdered him for it, but that was a small price to pay.

“Everything’s alright Chote?” Anjali stepped in, slapping NK behind his head.

“Yes Di, I ju-” Arnav stopped. The air sweetened, goosebumps broke and a sudden wind hit him. Oh, it was one of those days.

“Chote-”

“Nannav,”

Arnav ignored them and walked towards the door, nearly running by the end of it.

There was Khushi, in a red salwar kameez, house keys in hand.

They looked at each other as a strong breeze washed over them. A few strands of her hair flew and she softly smiled, before her chin wobbled and a sheen of tears betrayed her joy of coming home.

Oh, the one to cry at the drop of a hat!

Khushi ran up the few steps and nearly jumped into his arms as he engulfed her in his embrace. They remained in the intimate hug, sharing a few discreet kisses and whispered promises, oblivious to the audience.

“Di, how does Nannav always know when Khushi ji’s home?” NK asked.

“Old habits NK bhai, puraani aadatein.” Anjali smiled.

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A/N: This was the longest CSD one shot! Here's your slice of angst but happily ever after - just let's say I was in one of those moods.

Choti Si Duniya is going to be a series of one shots of Arnav & Khushi’s life post the end of the show. These are going to be snippets inspired by certain gifs. I hope you liked it - do share your views!

#ipkknd #iss pyaar ko kya naam doon #ipkknd ff #fanfiction #arnav #khushi #choti si duniya #angst #hona hi tha

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bioodorange · 4 years

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|| Sweet Dream- Brian Thomas x Fem!Reader Smut ||

Credit to @sjoohun for revising and @creepy-bi-day and @junkies-drift for moral support!!

2.7k Words~ 4 hours

TW!! Smut, Nasty PP, Oversimulation, Thigh Riding, Teasing, Pet Name's, Wet Dreams, Slight Dub Con

The wall behind you was starting to feel a bit rough as your body pressed against it and you shook from your fourth orgasm. Usually you could have taken a bit more of this before feeling so weak but you were practically just a doll for his pleasure at this point.

As soon as your boyfriend had gotten home, he'd tossed you onto the bed and gotten above you. His hips moved roughly against yours as he looked at you with lust in his eyes. His member already hard and pressing to on to your senstive core making you shiver.

Moans and gasps left your parted lips and it was so hard to focus on anything else besides /him/. His tosseled hair, stained with a few beads of sweat. Dark eyes half lidded with lust and desire. His breath was warm and shallow, with the small grunts from the back of his throat. The feeling made your skin tingle as yet another whine left your lips.

"A-ah Brian!~" you managed to scream out. His movements slowing down only for the man to growl softly in response. He pulled his sweatshirt over his head with a swift movement. The sight of his bare, tanned, tender skin made you forget anything you intended on saying at that moment.

The clothing was tossed into the corner and long forgetten about as he leaned over your panting figure. His lips latchined onto your neck, leaving small love bites and hickies where ever his mouth touched. Occasionally, the man chuckled at the soft whining noises that came out of you, or the frantic movement of your hips while you tried to get pleasure from his still body.

"Someone's getting a little excited now, eh?" He said jokingly, before playfully biting your shoulder, leaving a red mark in his wake. His fingers ran down your sides and back up under your shirt. Large hands unclasping your bra and merely bunched it up above your breasts. The man was to lazy to pull the material off before touching you.

Eyeing up your bare chest, Brian palmed and squeezed one of your breasts with his bare hand. Seeing you arc your back at such a simple action gave him a sense of power. You were /his/. /his/ doll. /His/ pleasure. /his/ toy

Fondling the soft flesh in one hand, the man started to get a bit impatient and pulled away, his hands now resting on your hips. Looking to at your liver confused, you ground your self against him as if to ask why. Why he'd stopped touching you, why he'd taken the pleasure away

But he wasn't focused on what you wanted. No. He was proud to see your glazed eyes and mouth agape. The man had barley done anything to you and you were already whimpering and yearning for his touch. No one could make you feel as good as him.

Brian's hands glided over your skin, stopping at your waist. Glancing up, he looked you in the eyes, silently asking you if he could continue. A frantic nod and soft groan from you was all he needed to continue.

Pulling off your shorts and underwear, you aided him by kicking the material into some unknown corner of the room. "Good girl.." he praised softly, fingers gently rubbing your tender thighs as he dipped his head between your legs.

You were shaken from those memories with a tightness in your abdomen and a gruff voice in your ear. "still with me princess..? You were somewhere else for a minute.." Brian said, his head nestled in the crook of your neck as he roughly fucked into you

The dull ache from between your thighs was growing, your release approaching faster and faster. Grunts and soft moans filled the room, all while the coil inside you tightened. Building and building until it snapped

But instead of the orgasm youd been hoping for, you found yourself tangled in sheets and a drenched pair of shorts. The dream had felt and seemed so real. But it wasn't real enough to ease the heat between your slick thighs

You'd barely woken up and you were already slipping two fingers between your wet folds, parting them to reach ectasy.

Brian was out- he'd probably come right home and be asleep. You /needed/ him, you needed his hands gripping your hips, the rough pads of his fingers working you from the inside.

A keen moan pasted hour lips and you slipped another finger between your thighs, it wouldn't be enough to satisfy you. But hopefully enough so you could fall back asleep.

Tirelessly, you pumped your fingers in and out of your heat, the other hands palming and groping your own breast. You were still fully clothed, but you were to hot and bothered to strip down.

Little did you know a curious man watched from the door. His name on your lips was like a mantra. Your sweet lilte moans were for his ears only. The feeling of your tight walls and soft skin for his enjoyment- no one else

Yet there you sat, legs spread and body shaking. Pleasureaable noises left your lips as kept working your fingers. Someone was playing with his toy, what a shame they hadn't told him

"Seems like you've been a little busy, huh kitten? What was it you couldn't wait for daddy to come home?"

Hearing his voice made you stop in your tracks, excuses and pleads all mixed into one as he sat on your bed, laughing a bit while he shushed you

"No no baby it's ok, I understand.." he cooed reaching out and tucking some of your messy hair away from your fast, the desperate look in your eye asking for him to be nice

To not play or tease you- to just help settle the tightness in your core

Oh how wrong you were. You can not have one without the other.

Sitting up, you closed your thighs and pressed your hands to your lap. You were fully clothed yet it felt like his hands were running over your body, gently stroking every senstive spot on your skin. Anticipation could really rile people up.

"I don't want to stop you baby but I think you should finish the job off here." Brian quipped, patting his thigh softly. It was a cruel thing to do, his hard on a few inches away and you laid out all nice and pretty for him. As you crawled over, the man grabbed your his and pulled you over to straddle his leg.

Staring at the man, he kept up the smug look on his face simply waited. It looked like you were going to have to do all the work.

At first, rocking your hips didn't do much, you'd rather be laying back down and using your fingers. Deciding to let go of your dignity, you began grinding down on him. Your hips moved faster and you soon found the pleasure you were looking for.

The tireless movements of your body were forgotten to the feeling of rough denim on your thighs. God you wish you'd taken off your shorts. Gripping your lovers shoulders, you rested the crown of your head on his chest and moans escaped your lips.

Begining to bounce his leg, Brian gently cupped your cheek and made you face him and pleasure rippled through your body. "Just a little bit more baby and then I'll take care of you, okay princess?"

It was most likely an empty promise but your mind was to pleasure riden to think straight. The bouncing of his knee seemed to get more intense as you used your remaining energy to hump his leg as if your life depended on it.

The closer you got the harder it was to keep your head up. It'd be so easy to shut your eyes and let Brian guide your hips up and down his thigh.

Moaning loudly, spots of white entered your vision as you slumped down on his chest. Your release was sweet but not enough. Cum stained your shorts and plush thighs yet the ache between your legs was still there.

"That wasn't so hard now was it?" Your boyfriend asked as he laid you down, nestling his hips between your thighs and pulling your shirt off. Bucking your hips lazily against his, you reached up to tug his sweatshirt off only to have your hand swatted away. "That's a privilege you have to earn kitten" he beamed.

Huffing in protest, you flopped back onto the bed as the man removed your shorts and spread your legs. The man's gaze and faint breath so close to your core made you buck your hips, pleasure was so close but so out of reach.

Fanning his warm breath over your slit, he chuckled watching you groan and squirm a bit as he slipped two fingers inside of your entrance. You were plenty wet enough for him to work his fingers and and out with ease.

Spreading his fingers, Brian hummed as he scissored you, shoving them in deep and parting them. Seeing your face contort in pleasure was something he'd kill for. You looked so pleased yet so needy at the same time.

"How's it feel baby, you're being awfully quiet" he teased, curling his fingers on the soft spongey part deep in your core. Before you could answer a loud, shaky moan passed your lips, thighs clenching together around his hand.

"Hm, I can't hear you..." He pondered, spreading your legs again and holding one of your thighs down gently. "Just answer me, it's one question" he pointed out, working his fingers inside you rougher digging right into the senstive spot inside you.

More groans and sounds of desperation left your lips. It would be so easy to give in. The pleasure coursing through you made it hard to talk, especially to Brian. The man sitting besides you a sadistic grin plastered on his face

His fingers eased up and he raised an eyebrow at your awkward expression. "I-t feels so go-~ AH!~" just as you began sitting up the man pressed his fingers to the spot, slipping in a third one to help the cause.

"Come on princess all you have to do is say it and I'll let you cum. Brian taunted, watching you huff and groan below him.

Pressing the rough pad of his thumb to your clit, he began rubbing small, tight circles around it. The pleasure was almost enough to make you cry, the erge to release was driving you mad. It was impossible to speak especially with your boyfriend's fingers inside you.

"I-t feels..." Your breaths began getting shallow, your annoyance with your boyfriend rising. Why couldn't he just make this easy for you? Bowing your head a little, locks of hair surrounded your face. Steadying your breath the best you could, you looked up to see his expectant face.

"It feels good, so so good.." you said softly, clenching your thighs around his hand. Grinning a bit, Brian was satisfied with your answer. He added a fourth finger and pumped them in and out of you while his thumb rubbed your clit.

Your core began to tighten around him as your climax approached. Hands gripped the sheets beneath you as your back arched.

Cum ran down your thighs and onto your boyfriend's fingers and you lay there, panting and relieved. His fingers had felt amazing but you knew it wasn't over yet.

Sitting on his knees, Brian pulled off his shirt and jeans then discarded his boxers as well. His dark blonde hair was messy and sticking up, sweat ran down his tanned skin. Various scars criss crossed his bare body. He was beautiful.

Leaning over, Brian smiled softly and gently pumped his hard member. You noticed the pre cum dripping from his tip as you spread your legs a bit more for him.

Bending over, the man laid his hands besides your head as your arms loosely linked around his neck. You two had had sex many times before but, it still took a few moments for you to adjust to his length.

In one deep thrust, he was inside you stretching out your walls nicely. Lolling your head back a soft moan passed your lips whilst your lover began a gentle pace. It felt nice, having him so close, sharing a few sensual kisses and breathy words.

Until you noticed the small smirk on his face, and the fact he seemed to be letting up bit by bit. That God damn tease. Groaning a bit in annoyance, you bucked your hips up a few times looking him in the eyes. "What's wrong baby is it not enough?" He said laughing a bit as pulled out of you and pulled your small figure into his lap.

"No it's not.." you huffed, resting your head on his chest and rubbing your thighs together, arms crossed. "I've never left you unsatisfied, have I?" He asked. You only sighed in response, knowing he had a point.

Giving you a soft kiss, the man kept you both sitting up. Turning your body to face him, Brian slid you back onto his cock and grabbed your hips. "Go on one Princess, I'm all yours."

To tired of waiting to complain, you began riding him. The sound of skin on skin filled the room as your movements became more intense. Laboured breaths and mews of pleasure passed your lips all while Brian sat back and enjoyed the show.

Tightening his hold on your hips the man began guiding you, relieving you of some of your work. Senstive from two previous orgasms, your third one approached quickly. By then your thighs ached and you were practically a ragdoll as he railed into you.

Shutting your eyes, his thrusts slowed as cum flowed from your pussy and over his toned thighs. Chuckling softly he relished in the feeling off seeing your face, pleased and tired. But he still needed his own fill.

Laying you back down on your back, Brian didn't miss a beat and began thrusting inside you again. A bit oversimulated at this point, you rested with a sort of "ahegao face", lips parted and glazed eyes angled up.

God you looked so fucking pretty, hair fanned out on the pillow and breasts bouncing with each thrust. Taking your thighs over his shoulders, the man pressed his thumb to your clit and started rubbing tight circles around it.

His rougher pace and added attention to your clit was a bit to much, but lazily trying to push his hand away didn't do anything. Walls tightening, you could feel your release approaching- his was too. The way his cock twitched inside you and his nails dug into the skin of your thigh, you knew he was close.

And then all of the sudden it hit you like a wave, your over done cunt squeezed around his tight member yet he didn't stop. Cum mixed with sweat between you too as he kept up the rough pace, chasing his own high now.

Whining for him to let you rest, maybe set your legs down, you had an odd sensation in your abodoman. Moaning his name, Brian finally came. Thick ropes of cum filled you up as he let out a deep groan of pleasure, his hips calming down but not stopping.

And then he felt it, an odd sensation on his lower stomach. Gazing down he saw your face screwed in pleasure as a clear liquid squirted from your pussy all over your thighs and his groin. It was amazing.

Panting a bit, you looked a bit embarrassed at the mess you made. But, seeing him pull out was a relief you could finally relax and go back to bed. Reaching up, you tried to grab him only to have him turn you over onto your kneees in response.

"Oh no princess, were gonna see if you can do that again." He grinned, rubbing the head of his cock on your puffy walls you let out a groan in protest. This was going to be a long night.

#slender verse #slenderverse #creepypasta #proxy #mha #marble hornets #marble hornets smut #creepypasta smut #Brian Thomas #brian thomas x reader #brian Thomas smut #hoodie #hoodie x reader #hoodie smut

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hearteyes-for-killmonger · 3 years

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Howl

I said I'd make this a fic because people got the okie-doke with the fic within a fic. Still funny idc 😂😂 Oh, and this is horror.

T'challa's chest heaved in the dim light of the basement. His mind swirled with fearful thoughts. He was afraid of himself and what he knew he might do. He pleaded with his heart to stop pounding and the ache hammering in his temples to cease. He'd sweated through his clothing. It clung to his salty, dark and smooth skin. Sweat dripped from his forehead, from his brow, down his neck.

"Baba," he pleaded to the lonely light source above, dizziness setting in, cementing his high fever. He was seeing doubles. It felt like he was dying but he knew better than that. "Help me stop it, baba," he cried. His arms were cuffed and tied behind him. On top of that he was chained and tethered inside of an engineered metal cage. "Ancestors.. please," he sighed fatigued, "I beg of thee. Purge me of this curse. Guide me! If not, then reinforce these bars so that I must stay here.."

Even as he was speaking his request, he felt his mind slipping. There were moments when he could not remember what he'd last thought of or said. Small details were escaping his memory at a quick rate. His sanity was beginning to flee him. "Nalani," he whispered in deep mourning, "I am truly sorry."

The moon, fully round and white rose high in the jet black sky and Nalani drove on the highway getting as far as she could away from her beloved fiance with much regret and pain in her gut. She wanted nothing more than to hold T'Challa through his ordeal and soothe him, letting him know that she still loved him no matter what happened. She knew his heart well and he was a gentle man, one of the sweetest she'd ever known. She'd move mountains for him if only she could. However, the plan they'd come up with together was for her to tie him up, lock him up, then get as far away from him as she possibly could without him knowing where she was going. She had to follow the plan if she wanted to survive. This was a matter of life or death.

"Nalani.. Come, I must tell you something.. very important," he'd said soberly when they'd gotten serious as a couple. They were in his home and he didn't seem to know where to start, starting and stopping before looking her dead on. He exhaled. "I have.. a condition," he said carefully. Nalani waited before shaking her head impatiently. He exhaled again. "When I am in love, which is rare... a certain frenzy will come over me. It is an animalistic..," he searched for the right word, "obsession." Nalani crossed one thigh over the other, the high split of her dress revealing smooth deep brown skin. He looked away as she grabbed his hand to play with his long fingers. "I don't think you are grasping the seriousness of this matter," he muttered pulling his hand away when she attempted to kiss his pinky ring.

"T'Challa, I've been known to be passionate. You'll soon discover we have that in common," Nalani smiled moving to sit in his lap. He stood before she could.

"Nalani, on the full moon, I will transform into a creature of extreme animal lust. You will have to restrain me and get away, as far as you possibly can for I will hunt you and no one but you until the sun comes up."

"And if you catch me," Nalani teased. He was silent and his serious expression caused her smirk to falter.

"In the interest of full disclosure, those women are not on this earth today. Not in this plane. I understand if you wish to leave me. You would not be the first and you would be safe." The sad note of his voice touched Nalani's heart and she walked over to her man, hugging him near to her.

"I fear.. that my lust for you is too great," he sighed. "One of these full moons I will transform." He handed her a gun with silver bullets. "I trust you to do all you can to escape."

The gun laid in the console of the car. She prayed she wouldn't have to use it. A warm shining tear fell that she wiped away with the back of her hand.

The transformation was underway after many nights of false alarms. Tonight, it was actually happening and he could only think of one thing as the power of the curse flowed through his blood, charging him with dark purpose and rewiring his once sensible mind. Nalani. He wanted, no, needed Nalani.

No... Not just need.

T'Challa had been taken over. He yelled out in excruciating pain as his skull felt like it was being drilled into and stretched. Nalani, etched painfully through the bone. Where are you Nalani? He grunted yanking on the chain mixed with rope and cable that contained him.

Something broke. He went wild, thrashing and tensing. The strength that coursed through him was too great to be contained within his body and his desire, too strong. Like knives through his skin, it ripped through him until nothing remained of his psyche. Breaking the chains and ripping the ropes, he exploded free as if they were but plastic ties. Gripping the cage bars painfully, he strained against them, pulling them until they bent creating a path for him to step through, a new creature.

Nalani's scent was thick and fragrant in his nostrils. He could smell her hair, her skin, her soap. It was as good as a GPS.

The darkened heavens returned Nalani's shed tears, flooding her windshield as the ineffective wipers did their best to clear the glass. She'd escaped the state and driven further than she'd planned and she was tired, meanwhile, T'Challa's body resisted itself. His limbs cracked under the building weight of muscle and his joints twisted as he panted under the moonlight, a demon blitzing forward on bloodied feet to reap the soul of the damned. He dashed until his feet were raw yet continued through darkness that seemed eternal, the white moon a guiding light through time and the undeniable perfume of earthy blood, salty tears, hot rubber, moving metal, and skin driving his body. Through the sea of odors, the distinct scent of her bones sent his heart pounding with the thrill of the hunt.

Having felt she'd driven far enough, Nalani pulled off of the highway in favor of a brightly lit chain hotel beyond a sundown town. With gentle haste, she draped her charmeuse silk scarf over her spongy coils and around her neck dashing through the diagonal shower and black puddles into the warmth of the lobby to secure a room for the night with the silk pouch of emergency money she pulled from her pre-packed emergency bag. The thought of her kind-hearted, soft spoken love suffering on his own swept her up elevator's path into her room, and into bed to pray. "I entreat you to influence my fortune," she spoke. A message to her ancestors for divine guidance as she clutched her phone in small hands. T'Challa's pure and loving features were her fixation. He touched her with rare tenderness and patience. Love lived in the print of his hands and embraced her with a warmth second to none. Nalani battled the butterfly within her gut that willed her body to return. Only she had the key to that basement along with the key to that wretchedly cruel cage. On a small ring with those was the key to hand and ankle cuffs made to withstand incredible force and then there was the jungle of entertwined ropes rigging him into a strict position. He asked her to do all of this and she'd obliged. "Wait for my return, my king," she whispered to his likeness before closing her eyes, her damp lashes meeting to shadow over her tear-stained cheek. Resting proved almost impossible.

Her racing mind jolted her from slumber multiple times within the span of a few hours. "Grant me your safety," she whispered in the darkness. Locked in a fitful cycle of forgettable yet jarring dreams, she stirred between the sheets, her hands beneath the cool pillow.

Beginning with the point of his elbow, T'Challa's body crashed casually through two sets of glass doors as shards pierced the air with alarming noise, dropping with broken glass sheets and shattering. He appeared unaffected.

"Sir, are you.. okay," the nervous melanin deficient front desk agent inquired, shaky voice quickly fading from the lethal glare of the deep complexioned brawny tattered man soaked to the bone with eyes like wildfire. He retreated as the stranger's determined step never slowed. The tall aggresor was the personification of murder on the mind and the warmth that had been present in the air turned cold with a sharp chill no rainy night could conjure. Hiding away and with trembling fingers, the desk agent called the police and his manager. Then he called his mom.

"NALANI."

The menace possessing T'Challa's salty sweat, rain, and cut-ridden body knew no pain while fully engulfed in his lawless hunt. Pain was simply a mask worn by pleasure, the only thing his body sought. He could not idly wait for an elevator that would require him to stand still, he tracked down the stairwell, shoving a passerby to the floor with a rattling thump against the wall. Whether they were male or female, old or young he could not say for his tunnel vision made him blind to anything that was not Nalani. Reason and apprehension did not exist.

"NALANI," he wailed from his chest in anguish of her being so close yet so far from his clawed grasp. He could feel her proximity.

Nalani bolted upright instantly in her bed with wide eyes for the voice she'd heard was unmistakable, yet chillingly dissimilar as if he were a different entity all together. How could it be that he'd discovered and tracked her so quickly? Her troubled mind spun with wonder within a millisecond while she threw together her belongings. For the sake of their love, she had to escape quickly. She had to survive. Without a moment's hesitation, her body flew into action tying sheets, blankets, her scarf, clothing, everything she could quickly manage to create a makeshift rope. Shifting the big fabric chair to the window, she used its stable weight to sandwich the rope against the windowsill, the end tied to the immovable table as the other end dangled on the outer wall of the hotel. She dangled from it, feeling every ounce of danger as rain soaked through her satin sleep set as well as the cloth rope. Swinging her weight, she kneed the glass of the window below. When there was no answer, she shimmied further down, nearly slipping to her demise. With great effort, she kneed the next window which brought an angry red man to the window. He whipped open the curtains, but upon noting her sincere fear and helpless condition along with the nonthreatening frame, he helped her inside.

"Jesus, why are you out there," he exclaimed with attempts to dry her and gain an explanation but Nalani's sole mission was to survive the night.

Intoxicated by the scent of his target, so chokingly thick and near, his eyes rolled back. The wolf that was T'challa growled from deep within his core.. the rumble unheard in his ears as he ascended staircases, a hellhound with one lone purpose. A shrill scream could be heard as he bumped another obstacle over the railing to a crushing fall ending in their silence. His entire nervous system was alight. Nalani was on the move and he couldn't be anymore wired. Her goal was the car.. the same vehicle T'Challa had assisted her in preparing with gas, foreign money, food, and clothing for this very purpose. She'd taken him lightly and it would prove to cost her dearly.

"NALANI," she heard him howl. She raced into the first unlocked room she could find. It was dark and unoccupied. With deceptive calmness she approached the window and considered creating a shorter rope than before using the limited materials around her, but there was no time. He was too near. She'd already locked the door, but now she did not doubt that she was trapped and awaiting a grim fate. All she could do was crawl under the bed and pray yet again. Regretfully, her journey of love and life had come to a blunt end. "You can run, but you cannot hide," he called.

T'Challa trembled and panted in a deep and awful sweat. His once pristine nails were jagged and dirty with blood and soil and they dragged across the door with a menacingly slow scratch, trailing toward the knob. "Nalaniii..," he groaned, his hand ghosting his tightening groin as he listened. He could hear her heart race. Bone of his bone, flesh of his flesh. He could tear her completely apart with desire alone. "My dear Nalani," his voice deepened. "Come now, Kitten, do you truly believe I'd cause you harm?" His nostrils flared. "Show yourself to me."

Though terrified, Nalani desperately wanted to believe that T'Challa could overcome any obstacle that would threaten her life. He had the will of iron. She hoped he would somehow find strength within himself to walk away. His quiet laugh of depravity snapped her from her vain hopes.

She flinched and covered her mouth so not to scream at the terrifyingly loud hit that shook door. Like a scene from The Shining, he was determined to get to her, ramming the barrier. She flinched again when he followed with an aggressive barrage that collapsed the lock and the entire door. He broke it down like drywall and stood silently. She dared not breathe.

His worn feet broke her heart. They were damaged and he needed medical attention. They were all she could see from under the bed. His stride was slow, measured, and quiet. His low guttural growl was identical to that of an enemy tiger and it grew louder as he came nearer. She clamped another hand over her mouth.

T'challa salivated, swallowing before leaking another involuntarily deep growl. It rumbled through Nalani like a low grade earthquake. She watched as he stopped in front of the bed and bent, his veined hand touching down to the floor directly before her wide eyes. She gulped as his soil caked fingernails tapped the floor, the only movement in the darkness. When his hand withdrew, it left her confused. He climbed onto the bed above her, his weight collapsing over her back. Then his head popped into view. Upside down he hung, his inhuman eyes locking onto hers.

In a flash, she was dragged by her wrists from under the bed. "Fight it, T'Challa!" He tossed her and she wheezed as her back hit the mattress. His vice grip on her wrists was crushing as she wrestled for her freedom. "You don't have to do this, you don't have to. T'Challa, you can fight it." There was no recognition in his eyes at the the mention of his own name. She remained still as if she could play dead and when his teeth clamped hard on the base of her neck as if trying to rip her apart she reflexively kneed him in the groin. She screamed to the top of her lungs hoping a neighboring hotel guest would set aside fear and interject. His heavy hand clamped down on her throat, holding her down with his nails in her reddened skin, his fearsome eyes silencing. She held her breath as he bared his teeth, a genuine threat as his engorged member laid against her stomach. His snarl was in her ear, low and rumbling. "T'Challa, please! Remember who you are." His response was to tug roughly at her satin sleep set causing large rips while his jagged nails left fresh welts on her thighs and stomach. Fighting, she caught his hands, bringing hers to hold his cheeks. "T'Challa you have to hear me!"

This was not T'Challa. T'Challa had never been this rough. There was love in his every touch and affection in his kind eyes. He handled her like a high-priced gem, fragile and flawless, worthly of gentle fingers and heartfelt praise. No, this was an illness. The brutal creature above her was infected with a deadly condition. "Bring him back," Nalani begged as her body was yanked into position. His veined hands were strong and lively as he held her in place, little warning leading up to fevered thrusts. He smelled earthy and metallic. He grunted as he crashed with reckless abandon, seeking heat from the only hot and moist part of her body uneffected by the elements. Both of them were painted in blood and sweat, soaked through with rainwater.

"Bring back my T'Challa." She willed him to fight as his weight dropped back down in a ferocious rampage that jiggled her entire body and made her cry out in eye-crossing ecstacy. Her guilt was equal to the strength of her high-powered orgasm. Shaking, she tried to pull away but he doubled down with her thighs around his waist, her small hands clutching desperately to his broad muscular shoulders, clenching his forearms. She guiltily dug her own fingernails into his unmarked arms and it earned another gut rattling growl. The room echoed the sounds of a barn of animalistic lust. His tiger-like growls mingled with her camel-like grunts and then he flipped her onto her stomach, her knee rising and arms stretching to grab the sheets. Her eyes were squeezed shut as he jabbed into her womb. He fisted the soft hair at the base of her scalp bringing a burn of tension and her hand swung back.

"OW, That hurt," she shrieked scraping at his hand which aggressively pushed her head forward, mashing her face into the mattress. His hand moved to the back of her neck, holding her down. She hated it, but she could not stop her release. His words when he'd explained this phenomenon in the past had returned to to bite her, literally, Nalani's neck was still bleeding.

"Be careful of the curse that falls on young lovers. It starts so soft and sweet and turns them to hunters," T'Challa had whispered sweetly into her hair as she sat on his lap. She had nuzzled firmly into him then, feeling safe and not understanding his message. "Are you serenading me with Florence and the Machine?" She'd giggled at his approach.

"Ow," she breathed into the mattress for the umpteenth time. He clamped his teeth down on the back of her shoulder, desire unbound. When she attempted to climb the bed to escape, he gripped both of her wrists and locked them behind her in one hand. She was overheated and cramping. She felt that she likely had bruises all over along with her cuts that still ached. Her arm felt as though it would rip from the socket. She'd given up. Just then she saw the shade of the sky change.. Black to midnight blue. She begged for sunrise as his inner elbow locked under her chin. "..T'Challa," she strained feeling him choke her as she weakly tapped on his arm, scraping with her fingernails. He bit her again. The sky lightened to a dark denim. "T'Challa," she whispered nearly inaudibly, his heavy body still slamming hers unceasingly. Blood stained the sheets around her and the strong salty stench had numbed her. Her neck and chest felt sticky and she rushed the sky as it slowly broke into dawn.

"Nalani," T'Challa panted as he released her neck and collapsed, his full weight on her. He was having difficulty breathing, yet found strength to roll from the bed onto the floor.

"T'Challa," Nalani gasped, fearful. She heard loud voices in the hall just then. Police were on the way. "T'Challa," she cried willing him to rise. There was nowhere to go and she could not move. When the police arrived, they were both carted out on stretchers and taken away by ambulance. They were in terrible condition, but the both of them had in fact survived the night.

#original #tchalla #t'challa fanfiction #t'challa fic #black panther fanfiction

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lamealternatereality · 6 years

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I feel like the writing this season made no sense at all. Did they ever address the whole "the white lion isn't done with Shiro yet" post that the voltron twitter made? I don't know, I'm so salty rn but I don't want to give up hope? Kuron repeatedly saying "i'm gonna be a paladin again" in season 6, and then absolutely no recognition of shiro as a paladin at all in season 7 just seems cruel if it wasn't foreshadowing of something...i love shiro & black

‘cont(same anon part 2 sorry this got long)…but the ep’s seem determined to have keith with black for whatever reason even though he’s never shown to bond with black at all (and in fact pushes away from black repeatedly) until this season. Shiro was the one who fought for black, the one who got black’s bayard back. it doesn’t make any sense. i love shiro & black but at this point i’d take shiro & some new white lion if it meant he could be a paladin like he’s always been shown as wanting to be’

Okay, I should apologise in advance…I’m very salty about this.

Unfortunately, no. As far as I can tell, mentioning the white lion was simply a way to keep Shiro stans interested in the coming seasons after that disastrous interview. There was no point at all where he was mentioned as still being a paladin - in fact, there were a couple of times when they made the distinction VERY clear that Shiro is not a paladin anymore. The first of these was when they got hit by that weird light nebula thing that froze everyone - Allura said something along the lines of ‘our paladin armour protected us!’ but…Shiro was frozen too, and he was still wearing his. So that didn’t make sense. And then Shiro himself referred to the paladins without including himself a couple of times when he was rallying them to defend Earth.

At this point, all I can think is the writers are trying to bully us into accepting whatever role they have for Shiro by shoving it down our throats. It’s incredibly frustrating because Shiro seems to be the one who understands the Paladin/Lion bond the deepest - he tells the paladins that the Lions WILL come, they just need to trust in them and deepen their bonds. Now that he’s ‘retired’ it seems like his entire purpose is guiding the younger generation - and it’s during one of these times that Keith does the magical eye-glowy sequence with Black, just to drive it home that Shiro isn’t connected to her anymore.

The thing I have the most difficulty with is that the Lions are supposed to mirror the quintessence of the pilot. They made that abundantly clear for the first couple of seasons and then…the writers seem to have forgotten it was ever important. Sure, I get that necessity may have driven that part of the plot, but Shiro is here now and his quintessence should still be the same as it ever was, right? So it should be easy for him to step back in as Black’s paladin. But no. Apparently we’re just supposed to forget all that mystical hooey and just accept that this is the way things are now.

Maybe the white lion is supposed to be Atlas…but I don’t think that’s quite right. Shiro does say that he has no idea how that transformation happened and it did only occur after the ship was given the crystal from the Castle of Lions, making it Castle 2.0. But if that’s the case and there is a white lion soul inhabiting the Castle now, why did Allura never bond with it when it was still the original Castle? It just doesn’t add up.

At the end of the day I’ve lost faith in the writers redeeming themselves for Season 8. It seems like they built up all these amazing plot devices that just fell by the wayside and the interviews are there to fill in some of the gaps, if not to just distract us by telling us that they were thoughtful enough to include LGBT+ rep and we should be grateful. There’s only thirteen episodes left…not a lot of time to tie up loose ends.

All I can hope is that they prove me wrong, but I’m not holding my breath.

#asks #answered #salt #voltron critical #shiro #shirogane takashi #blackashi #black lion #anonymous #season 7 spoilers #vld

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dramayeoja · 6 years

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Goblin ❣︎ 도깨비

Kim Shin, an undefeated war general, is ultimately killed by a jealous young king named Wang Yeo. After death, Shin is revived by the gods—but his revival is by no means miraculous. He becomes a 도깨비 (dokkaebi, goblin), and is cursed. He will have to pay for all the lives he took in battle by living alone in immortality, witnessing everyone he's ever loved, die. Remaining lodged in his chest is the very sword that killed him. There is only person who can see that sword, and draw from his heart so that he can finally rest in peace: his bride... whom he's yet to meet.

Things get spoilery under the cut—you've been warned! ;)

Chipper, yeah? Haha so, right off the bat, the premises of Goblin remind me of like, a much more morbid version of the legend of King Arthur. You know, a man draws a sword from stone to prove himself the greatest king in all of Britain? Yeah. Just to be clear: this is a good thing (imo). Like, I personally think this is just such a cool idea for a drama 😍

Let's jump right in. I'm gonna be honest and say that, at first, I felt a little turned off at the female lead, Eun Tak, being nineteen (in the beginning of the show), meanwhile the male lead, Shin, is 900+ years old (but physically looks to be in his thirties). It just... rubbed me weird. But hey, the Twilight series (both the books and the movies) is exactly the same—high school girl, century-old man, bananas yet somehow romantic storyline... And I loved me some Twilight as a young adult. So I mean, I have no right to judge, really. Plus, Eun Tak soon turns twenty anyway. So that's an improvement I guess 🤷🏻‍♀️ We follow her character into her late twenties, nearly thirty. So things are definitely fine by then haha! 👍

Don't let that previous bit make you think I didn't enjoy Goblin—I LOVED it. That detail is just a lil funky to me, is all. Back during my Twilight obsession days, I was nearly twenty myself, and the thought of being pursued by an older man was exciting. Hell, I mean, it still is! But now that I'm two years shy of my 30th Birthday, I feel differently sometimes. I think, LAWD get that girl away from that man, she too young for him LOL. I am definitely getting old... Enough about Twilight now, apologies! I'm only using it for the sake of conveying similarities seen in Goblin 🙏 Let's talk cast!

Kim Go Eun as Ji Eun Tak and Gong Yoo as Kim Shin

Eun Tak is a bubbly young woman with limitless energy! While still in her mother's womb, Mama Ji was involved in a hit-and-run incident which, sadly, took her life. During Mama Ji's dying moments, she prayed to anyone above that her child's life be spared. Sat on a rooftop from afar, beer in hand (lol), Shin hears her prayers, as he is a god of sorts. He appears before Mama Ji, and shows mercy to her unborn baby. Eun Tak grows up with the ability to see/speak to ghosts. Said ghosts tell her constantly that she is the goblin's bride. How do they know? A strange birthmark on the back of Eun Tak's neck tips them off. Eun Tak unfortunately was taken in by her abusive bitch of an aunt, who jabs Eun Tak every chance she gets. Her cousins are assholes. Eun Tak's aunt really only keeps her around in hopes of collecting Mama Ji's savings (intended for Eun Tak) one day. Sad, right? I mean, isn't Eun Tak being born without her mother enough as it is? Life can be so cruel 😔

Lee Dong Wook as Grim Reaper/Reaper/Wang Yeo

This is Grim Reaper (or Reaper for short), portrayed by the handsome Lee Dong Wook. His character is just this strange, not at all tech-savvy man with a constant deadpan facial expression. Said facial expression provokes so many giggles during funny moments, and drives home the longing and desperation during sad times. We learn quite a ways in that he, in his previous life (again, just in case: spoiler), was Wang Yeo G A S P ! The young king that is essentially responsible for Shin's death, as well as all the misdeeds that were done to Shin's family. Again, this is something I don't want to spoil. Well, more, anyway 😆 You gotta see it!

Yoo In Na as Kim Sun/Sunny

Kim Sun, or simply, Sunny (she loves to spell her name for people lol, S-U-N-N-Y!) is the second female lead. Yoo In Na is so gorgeous that one look at her makes you feel like such a potato hahhah. 🥔 This fact about her beauty bleeds over into the show itself—every time another character meets Sunny, the camera does this slow motion pan into her lmao. She really is that pretty! Sunny's personality comes across so odd at first... Having watched all of the episodes now, I feel the intention of Goblin's creators was to make her seem like a soul searching for something it has lost in a previous life. idk if that makes sense, but yeah. She has this way about her, like she's disconnected from others, and is sifting through the haziness to find this thing she feels she's lost.

Yook Sungjae (my BtoB bias 😍) as Yoo Deok Hwa

Sungjaeeee ahhhh 💘💘💘 I had to gush, sorry! Hehe. Meet Deok Hwa: unofficial nephew of Shin. Deok Hwa is a third-generation chaebol (heir to a family-owned corporation) and spoiled man-child, always seeking his credit card hahaha 🤣 But I love him so much. Between Gong Yoo, Lee Dong Wook, and BtoB Sungjae? Man, I'm dying over here! Deok Hwa's true identity is revealed later in the show, which if you haven't seen it yet, I won't spoil it. Just watch. But his ending sucked. Like where did he go? Everyone else's endings got tied up neatly except for his. What gives, man? 🤔 Edit: I was actually reading an online conversation about what happened to Deok Hwa online—someone jokingly said he was reincarnated as BtoB Sungjae LOL 💯

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AMAZING OST 😍😍😍

Good pace, episodes drag at times. A little confusing in the beginning, but you get there eventually. Maybe this is just me though, viewers who are a little more keen than I will likely catch on sooner ;) My mom was a little confused as well, and actually said at one point, "This should be called the 'what-the-hell-is-going-on' show," hahaha. Like I said though, we quickly moved on from this, and loved all the things. There are actually, I think, three (?) specials that were made to aid viewers in making sure they understand the complex events and relationships clearly. I haven't watched them yet, but want to!

Quite repetitive tbh, as there are unnecessary flashbacks often. Probably for two reasons: the obvious of reminding you what's what, but also to create suspense. Typical duration of most tvN dramas seems to be about 16 episodes, so it's possible these flashbacks and things are, for lack of a better word, filler. I don't know how rigid or lax tvN is about having a drama set at 16 eps, but I get the idea this is their preference. Seeing as so many of their programs on average last that long, I feel this must be what they want. Such has the potential to affect the writing, either positively or negatively.

A continuation of the previous bullet: I think Goblin's creators oversimplified the plot at times. I'm unsure if this is due to possible pressures to meet a specific requirement(s), or what. I'd rather forgo ALL restrictions and let creativity flow, let the story be told without pressure to fill a specific amount of time, etc. but TV production is weird. And contracts are weird. tvN might not to blame for these issues, could simply be that storytelling isn't always easy, man. I'm a writer myself, it's hard! I'M being redundant now lmfao! Anyway, yeah ~

Absolutely LOVED all the scenes that were filmed on location in beautiful Québec City, Canada 🍁 Tall, romantic trees, the fall foliage, historic buildings... sigh. Now all I need is Gong Yoo chasing me and we're all set! ;D

In addition to Shin being revived, my crush on Gong Yoo has been revived as well LOL. He fine 🔥 A classic K drama crush, can't go wrong with GY👌

Gong Yoo is always stellar at doing kiseu (kiss) scenes, and in Goblin, he does not disappoint. He really goes at it 🙈 which is preferred vs. the typical person kissing a stone statue that you see so often. He even did a lift kiss with Kim Go Eun that was reminiscent of THEE Coffee Prince kiss he did with actress Yoon Eun Hye! 😍

I never saw it coming, how the sword would wind up being removed from Shin's chest. I worried what the writers were going to do, how would they approach this, and just wow. The way things turned out is such a relief. It also told me that Shin's love for Eun Tak is true. I mean, I didn't need that scene to occur for me to know that, rather it just adds extra oomph that yes, Shin really does love Eun Tak. He didn't want her to suffer knowing she was responsible for his "death," so he thought quick and used her hands WITH his hands asdfghjkl. How dumb (bc noooo now you're gonna die) and amazing he is at the same time 💜

I love how Shin made his way back to Eun Tak after passing away, it was such a powerful scene. I could really feel his struggle, and kept yelling at my TV for him to stand up lol!

Devastated that Eun Tak died 😭 I really thought as many times as she'd cheated death before, she would somehow continue cheating death again and again for the rest of her days. But no... What a selfless person, Ji Eun Tak. Her being reincarnated as Park So Min gave me some closure. Not the closure I wanted, but closure.

The relationship between Shin and Reaper is ADORABLE. Whenever they interact with each other, they just have this great dialogue. Shin pings, Reaper pongs, Reaper pings, Shin pongs. It's great 😄 I still laugh about the slow-mo scene of them returning from the market with green onions HAHAHA 😂

I love Sunny & Reaper ~ However, their history as Kim Sun & Wang Yeo in their past lives is so very sad. I don't even know where to start RE: my feelings on this 💔 imo, their ending kinda sucked. I just wasn't satisfied with them having had this complicated, tragic story, only to be reincarnated in this fashion that I ultimately found to be just... idk, disappointing 😩 Again, closure, but not the closure I wanted.

I thought Reaper, the other grim reapers, the name cards, the depiction of what happens immediately following death with the brewing of the tea, the afterlife, etc. was all very creative. We really don't know what awaits us when our time comes—it's interesting to wonder if it's anything like it is in Goblin 🍵

Can't stop thinking about Goblin, even though I'm now watching Thirty but Seventeen & Mr. Sunshine! I'm emotionally cheating lol halp.

Photo credits: tvN & AsianWiki

Yo yo! I'm sorry I took so long to watch + write up this review! It's been a long couple of weeks for me, I wasn't always able to watch when I wanted. It was maddening 😆 But I have finally watched, and feel like the most accomplished person on the planet hahaha. xoxo 💜

#goblin #도깨비 #asian dramas #korean dramas #tvn

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borntoscratch-blog · 4 years

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How do dogfights work?

If you read the first blog post of mine about how dogmen care for their dogs, perhaps you can better understand that dogfighting isn't exactly as it seems. Regardless, I think it is extremely important to preface this post by saying that just as with any industry in the world, there is a dark side and I do not intend to discredit the animals victimized by heinous participants in the sport. Mistreatment of dogs happens in the dark, streetfighting operations - just as cruelty has the potential to exist in every other aspect of the dog world. As such, I am NOT saying that mistreating dogs in the way some people do in this industry is okay. I am attempting to help people understand that there IS a responsible side to this sport and that it is possible to be a humane, compassionate dogman. It should also be noted that this post is not meant to encourage people break the laws. While I disagree that they should have ever been passed, I accept and recognize that they have been. Breaking the law is not okay! Without further adieu, let's delve into some of the big questions people have about dogfighting!

Are the dogs forced to fight?

No! To force an animal to fight would be to have the animal engage in combat against its will. Yet, the very principles of how a dogfight works (all contact at the dog's discretion) makes this idea of force laughable at best.

A dog match begins with two dogs being held in opposite corners. According to Rule 10 of the Cajun Rules (http://sporting-dog.com/select-pages/cajunrules.html), "The referee says, 'Let go', but the handlers must never push or shove their dogs and handlers shall not leave their corners until the dogs are together." This is called scratching and is not forced upon the dog. The handlers let go and the dogs immediately run towards each other.

Some may wonder "What if they hurt the dogs to make them run?" but yet again, this can be disproven. According to Rule 5 of the Cajun Rules, "the referee shall search the person named to wash the dogs and then have him bare his arm to the elbow and wash both dogs in the same warm water and rinse them each in his half of the warm clean water provided for that purpose." Why? To make sure there is nothing toxic in the water that would hurt the dog - or the dog biting him. Rule 6 says, "the referee must search handlers for means of foul play and see that he bares his arms to the elbow before he receives his dog and must keep his arms bare in such a manner during the contest." Simply put, the referee will not allow any foul play to occur that would cause the dog to run because it is being coerced into doing so. This also doesn't make sense, when you consider the principle of gameness.

Gameness is a canine virtue that is essentially the determination to overcome any situation and never back down, regardless of the current state of the body. It was developed in these APBTs by many generations of selective breeding and testing (through these aforementioned matches). This trait is just as innate to the APBT as the border collie's desire to herd and the pointer's desire to point. People often quote that "to deny a dog its nature is to do it great harm" but somehow this quote fails to pertain to the instinctual gameness rooted in a dog's genetics. The idea that these dogs don't want to fight and are forced to is grasping at straws. Watch the following video of a dog in the corner of a pit, up to scratch. Even before he is let go, he is pushing with all of his might to get the other dog! The body language is the same as any other dog when faced with an oulet to fulfill their innate drives. How is this one wrong but the others are accepted?

Some may say it's a matter of "consent" or lack of "comprehension of the consequences." That sure, the dog may want to fight, but they don't understand the repercussions and would no longer want to if they knew what the outcome would be. To this, I bring up the practice of courtesy scratching which is done after a match is over to allow the losing dog to have one more attempt to go at the other dog. This means that AFTER the dog has finished fighting, usually a bit dizzy and battered up, they still have the same desire to go after the other dog. Also, it must be remembered that dogs make negative associations and can easily become traumatized by something. If these dogs "wouldn't want to fight if they knew the repercussions" then why do some of the best game dogs have upwards of five wins? Why do these dogs come home from a long match and still show the same enthusiasm to fight the next time? Just because you wouldn't want to fight for hours in a pit doesn't mean it's cruel or that the dogs wouldn't want to. We recognize certain human individuals have a desire for combat (MMA, UFC), yet dogs that are selectively bred for this same desire are deemed victims of abuse.

How far do fights go? What damage happens to them? Is it to the DEATH?

Since these dogs will fight to the death if they are allowed to, humans have to interfere before that can happen - so no, they are not allowed to fight to the death! According to The Book of the American Pit Bull Terrier by Richard Stratton, "An actual death in the pit is a rarity for several reasons. First, a bulldog, while formidable, is also tough and hard to kill. Second, the rules provide that a dog loses and that match ends whenever a dog wishes to discontinue the contest. Third, dogmen do have a feeling for their dogs and are not going to leave them in to be killed for no reason."

As you can see, measures are taken to prevent death in dogfighting just like they are taken in other dog sports. But what about injuries?

Dogs used in fighting will be picked up before extreme injury. After hours of combat, they may be a bit dehydrated at the end and have a few nice scars to flaunt, but the idea that these dogs skin one another and pull out the other's guts is nothing but lore. In case of accidental extreme injuries, responsible dogmen are equipped with extensive first aid skills. According to California Jack's 2007 Indespensible Tips, the supplies a dogman should have on hand are:

• Lactated Ringers + IV Catheters Fluid Lines, Injection Ports, etc. Purpose: to replace lost fluid.

• Solu-Delta-Cortef (or Solu-Medrol) + Dexamethasone (or Azium) Purpose: Reduces swelling and discomfort.

• Antibiotics Purpose: To prevent infection.

• Salix (Furosemide) Purpose: Prevents kidney problems and aids in urination.

• Banamine Purpose: To relieve pain.

• Leather Shoestring or Equivalent Purpose: to be used with tourniquet to stop bleeding.

• Blood Stop Powder Purpose: To stop bleeding.

• Vitamin K Injectable Purpose: Clots blood and can stop internal bleeding.

• Gauze and Leg Tape Purpose: To secure ringers, splints and braces.

• 2 Full Cotton Rolls Purpose: Setting splints and leg wraps.

• 2 Adjustable Splints Purpose: Secures a broken limb.

• Spray Bottle of Betadine Purpose: Flushes out dirt and prevents toxins.

• Spray Bottle of 1 Quart of water and 25cc of Nolvasan (Chlorhexidine) Purpose: Same as above, but for deep cuts.

• Prepodyne Swabs Purpose: to cleanse the ears.

• Staple Gun (+ Removers) and Cat Gut Sutures Purpose: In emergencies, it can be used to close off serious wounds after they have been cleaned. The shtures can tie off bleeding arteries.

• Betadine Surgical Scrubs or Nolvasan Shampoo Purpose: Will prevent infection during cleansing.

• Scalpal and/or Surgical Razor Purpose: To cut away dead tissue in order to prevent gangreen and infecrion.

• Surgical Scissors Purpose: Same as above.

• Sterile Gloves Purpose: To prevent infection.

• Rectal Thermometer Purpose: To monitor temperature if a dog goes into shock.

• Sterile Vaseline or KY Jelly Purpose: Can aid in temperature taking.

• Super Glue Purpose: Repairing split ears and tails.

• Granulex Spray/Wonder Dust Purpose: Used during healing process to remove necrotic tissue.

• Two clean, dry blankets Purpose: To cover a dog while he is getting fluids and to keep him warm during recovery.

• Two Dozen 3cc Syringes w/ 12 Gauge Needles Purpose: For all needed injections

• Cytomax + Peak Condition Purpose: To provide a dog with life sustaining fluids, electrolytes and nutrients.

• Epinephrine "Epi" Purpose: In emergencies it can revive a dog whose heart shuts down.

Now, some may see this list and say "well, these people wouldn't need these supplies if it wasn't harmful!" Yet, most of these supplies are useful for any pet owner in the situation of a dog with an open wound and are used for basic hygeine and healing. Only a few items are used in extreme emergencies and are there for the rare chance something bad happens, not because it is a regular occurance! A dogman carries splints not because he expects his dog to break a leg, but because he wants to be prepared if worse comes to worst. But anybody reading this should keep in mind that dogmen are there for their dogs during these fights. In fact, in the Cajun rules it says "The dog's owner or his representative shall be allowed at all times to be near his dog and watch to see that no harm is done him," and "The handlers shall be allowed to encourage their dogs by voice or hand-clapping or snapping of fingers."

And, as owners who are there for their dogs, they certainly do not hesitate to pick them up if they are in danger. As John A. Koerner 'California Jack' says, "Assuming that you’re a concerned enthusiast, when your dog is getting overwhelmed, or even if he is winning but the win will cost him his life, his life depends on your judgment. The first step in exercising good judgment is to know when to pick up," and "...if the thought, 'I’d better pick him up,' pops into your mind, there is probably a reason, and that reason is you feel in your bones that he is in danger, and so you need TO ACT on that gut instinct."

Later, he says - in reference to dogmen who don't pick up their dogs at the right time - "instead of tolerating this type of person in our sport, what we should be doing is culling them from it. Therefore, don’t be a player like that, don’t deal with players like that, and make sure you yourself compete with class … and make sure you only deal with players who compete with class like that … and you will take a giant step in making our sport a better one all the way around, especially for our dogs."

If these dogs are well taken care of (see my previous post), have been selectively bred to WANT to fight, are picked up before death/major injuries and receive intense aftercare to prevent infection or worse... then why are people so afraid to accept it?

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