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heyy I've heard your requests are open! Could you do like a Jason Grace x gf reader where the reader has severe anger issues, but since Jason is rlly calm he is the only one who can handle her, and calm her down? I'm such a sucker for sunshine bf! X grumpy gf! trope haha
pairing: jason grace x gf!ares!reader
summary: in which you're very tempted to murder Hazel's magic (magically annoying) horse, but Jason's there to prevent that from happening.
no particular place in the heroes of the olympus timeline, but they're on Argo II.
wc: 1.2k
warning/s: cursing, jason may be ooc, she/her pronouns, anger issues, jason's nickname for reader is pompeii because volcano n stuff
note: thank you for your request anon <33 i hope this lives up to your expectations. enjoy!
short oneshot under the cut :: not edited
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The Argo II became more of a home to the eight demigods during their months of travel. Even though the ship would most probably get destroyed beyond even Leo's repair by the time they finished their quest of destroying Gaea, that didn't stop them from finding comfort within the Celestial bronze walls.
During that morning, most of the demigods were in the dining room, enjoying their breakfast. They were all tired and sluggish, since the night before wasn't kind to them. Usually they would take shifts when it came to guarding the ship, but everyone was awake last night due to the mini army of winged terrors that came across the flying ship, which caused them to set down on the sea near the land.
They all slept for less than four hours, and they all wanted nothing more but to add to those hours of sleep.
"GODDAMN THIS STUPID HORSE!"
Well, most of them slept. It seemed that one of them didn't find sleep as luxurious as the rest did that night.
"How does she have this much energy? It's like, seven in the morning," Percy groaned, almost faceplanting into his blue pancakes if it weren't for Annabeth's quick reflexes to hold her boyfriend's head up.
"I SWEAR TO MY DAD'S ROMAN COUNTERPART I WILL TEAR YOU TO TINY LITTLE PIECES YOU HUNK OF SHIT!"
"She's a daughter of Ares alright," Frank chuckled tiredly, rubbing his eyes. "Only she can be heard this clearly when she's all the way on the other side of the ship."
"What horse is she talking about? I thought the stables were empty," Piper wondered, not bothering to tame her typhoon hair as she sipped her orange juice.
"THAT'S MY SHIRT YOU DUMBASS — ARION THE FUCKING HAY IS RIGHT THERE — STOP CHEWING MY DAMN SHIRT!"
It seemed that Arion decided to pay them a little visit now that they were set on a monster-free dock. That would explain Hazel's absence from the table, and how she reappeared in the doorway. She turned to Jason, who was trying to shovel as much food into his mouth as he could so he can go to the stables.
"She's gonna explode again," Hazel panted, putting a hand on her knee to support herself. "I tried getting her to breathe, like you normally do, Jason, but she's not listening. She might actually go through with killing Arion this time."
Jason swallowed, wiping his mouth as he stood up. "I'll go handle it. You," he pointed to Hazel, "eat."
Leo looked up from his rubber band helicopter to stare at his best friend. "Good luck, buddy. She hasn't bit off your head yet, but that could happen any day now."
Jason chuckled. "Thanks, Leo, but I'll be fine." He left the room.
More cursing and shouts that sounded dangerously close to war cries made Jason quicken his pace as he crossed the deck to go down into the stables, where he could see flickering shadows of a girl and a horse.
"If you bite at my shirt again, I'll shove a grenade down your throat and use your insides as monster bait."
Jason stopped walking, to see if you could actually control yourself this time.
Chomp.
"THAT'S IT, I'M GETTING MY GRENADES —"
You're thundering footsteps grew louder as you approached the doorway to leave the stables. Jason stepped forward just as you were about to exit the room, putting a placating hand on your shoulder. "Woah woah, slow down there Pompeii. No need to resort to violence so quickly, hmm?"
Strands of hay were poking out from your hair — which wasn't as messy as Piper's but it was well on its way there. There were dark circles under your angry eyes, indicating that you didn't sleep a wink that night. Your knuckles were white from how hard you were balling your fists, and heavy breaths escaped your lips. Jason swore that he could see a little bit of smoke coming out of your ears.
"That goddamn horse is gonna die," you seethed, your chest rising and falling from your angry inhales and exhales. "Step out of the way, Grace."
Jason shook his head, a calming smile on his lips as he moved his hands to your hair, picking out the hay before resting on your flaming cheeks, flushed with annoyance. "Breathe with me."
"I gotta give that stupid piece of shit what it deserves —"
"I know, I know, but you gotta breathe with me first, okay?"
"But —"
"Breathe. In..." He took a deep breath in, sending you a pointed look when you didn't follow. His scolding glance made you mutter some colorful words under your breath before following along with him.
"Out..."
You exhaled with him. You could feel your anger boil down, and Jason saw and felt your shoulders let out the tension in it.
"In..." you closed your eyes.
"Out..."
You opened them once you sensed that Jason was done. "How are you feeling?" He asked you.
"Better. Still a little annoyed, but I'm better."
"Remember what we said?"
You glared a little at Jason, before sighing and looking away. "I shouldn't act on my anger unless necessary."
"And was it necessary now?"
"No..."
Jason's smile grew, putting his palm under your chin to make you look at him so he could give you a small peck on your lips. "You look like you haven't slept. How about you rest in your cabin for the day, let the rest of us handle the monsters and the bird crap on the deck?"
You shrugged, acting like you didn't really care, an act that didn't convince Jason, judging from the way you leaned into his touch. "Sure, whatever. As long as someone else makes sure that damned horse is gone by the time I'm awake." You casted a heated glare at Arion behind you. The horse simply snorted, bending down to eat the hay that you were trying to get him to eat instead of your shirt moments before.
Jason nodded, his blonde hair swaying slightly with the movement. "Deal. Let's get some food in your system before you head to bed, okay?"
"Fine."
You let Jason lead you out of the stables and into the dining room, where everyone was.
The silence that followed your arrival was awkward and tense, like they were still waiting for some aftershock of your anger.
They finally breathed when you and Jason squeezed into a chair and Jason gave you food that you ate in silence, a pensive expression on your face as your eyes were focused only on the food in front of you, paying no mind to the stares of your fellow demigods."
"How do you do it?" Leo sighed, launching his helicopter, which flew out of the room. "Even back at camp, not even her siblings could contain her. That takes skill, man."
Your half sister Clarisse, despite being known for her issues with controlling her anger, could hardly restrain you when someone decided to tick you off.
Jason shrugged, staring lovingly at you, his girlfriend, cheeks slightly puffed from the food you were chewing. "I don't know man. I just do it."
But deep down, Jason knew the truth. You would never calm down unless you let yourself be calmed down by someone you completely trusted.
Being able to make you see through your anger was not a skill Jason had, it was simply the one of the perks of being your boyfriend, and the one person you trusted more than yourself.
And Jason would rather jump into Tartarus than let anyone else have the privilege that you entrusted to him.
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how about 6,7, and 10 for Adamapple prompt (I love your fanfics)
6. You look stupid as hell right now.
7. I want to believe you, but I don't know if I can.
10. Let me call you mine, just for tonight.
Thank you for sending in the prompt! I'm glad you enjoy them 😁
Adam huffed as he pulled on the collar of his suit. He looked ridiculous, suits were so not his thing not to mention how restrictive they were.
But Charlie insisted that everyone dress formally for the mock prom they were having at the hotel. Not everyone who was alive got to go to one and she thought it would be a nice experience.
Adam didn't go to fucking high school either that didn't mean he wanted a diploma.
A knock on his door tore his gaze away from the mirror, Adam had only just started fussing with his hair. "Go away!"
Of course the demon on the other side only took that as an invitation and materialized in Adams room. Adam groaned and went back to what he was doing. "Still not ready yet, jeez Adam you take longer than a woman to get ready." Lucifer teased as he eyed the sinner in the bathroom. Damn, did Adam clean up good.
Adam flipped him off and growled. "Fuck off, there's nothing wrong with wanting to look nice." Adam looked at Lucifer and fixed him with a complex look. "You look stupid as hell right now."
"What do you mean?" Lucifer looked down at what he was wearing, what was wrong with this?
"You're wearing the same thing you always do. I thought we were supposed to wear something nice." Adam scoffed. The only thing Lucifer had going on that was different was his tie and it was only a slightly different color.
Lucifer crossed his arms. "I am wearing something nice, it's a three piece suit."
"That you wear all the fucking time! Honestly, don't you ever take it off?" Adam didn't even process what he just said as he kept fucking with his hair. It shouldn't be this hard, his hair was short! Fucking horns in the way.....
Lucifer looked at him stunned before a smirk grew on his face. "So you're saying I should take my suit off?"
Adam blinked and looked at him. "What?" He brushed past the devil to get into his room, he grabbed his cologne and sprayed a little on himself. "I didn't fucking say that." When he turned around Lucifer was directly behind him, sans his coat.
"You want me to take my suit off though, right?"
Adam felt his face burn, the thought of Lucifer stripping set him a blaze. "I-I-I, don't want that." He cursed himself for the stutter. His wings twitched.
Lucifer snorted. "You know, I want to believe you, but I don't know if I can."
"I DON'T!"
"Tell your face that, you're adorable you know that right?" Lucifer advanced on Adam until the sinner's knees hit the back of the bed. Adam sat down on the bed, the devil's smile widened.
"Fuck you, I'm hot as hell." Adam said, he gasped softly when a hand found its way into his hair and caressed at the base of his horns, a shiver went down his spine. How long had Adam waited for a moment like this? To Soley have Lucifer's attention be on him and no one else?
Fuck, since Eden.
Lucifer hummed, yeah Adam was hot, the suit he was wearing amplified that. He leaned in closer to the sinner, pleased that he wasn't being shoved off. His lips ghosted Adams. "You can be two things." Softly, he connected their lips. Adams hands flew to his shoulders, returning the kiss. He opened his mouth when he felt a tongue lave for entrance, he moaned he felt it at the back of his throat.
Lucifer, guided Adam to lay down with his free hand and crawled on top of him. He had wanted Adam since he saw him in that fucking garden and god dammit he would not let him go again.
Even if it was just one night.
Lucifer kissed down Adams jawline to his neck, enjoying all the beautiful sounds the ex-angel gave him. They were addictive and he wanted more.
He pulled away to look at Adam, his face flush pink, mouth open panting softly, golden eyes glazed over with lust, his hand still in his hair he ran it through. Fuck he was gorgeous. "Luci." That nickname made him twitch in his pants.
He knew God made Adam to be perfect, but hot damn. He kissed him again a little harder before going to his ear to whisper. "Let me call you mine, just for tonight."
Adam gasped and bit his lip. When Lucifer pulled back to gage his response he nodded. Fuck , he wanted him badly. "Okay."
Their lips were smashed together again, clothes getting torn in the process.
Even if it was just for tonight, neither minded if the other wanted it to last an eternity.
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eyesxxyou · 4 hours
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❝ sunshine pt.2 ❞ (hobie brown x male!reader)
。゚・ ¡ content. hobie x male!reader. reader pretends to hate dislike hobie. gay longing. denial of feelings. a little internalized homophobia. leg humping. handjob thru underwear. lots of kissing. hobie being a lil shut. weeks of avoiding hobie become moot when you and him find yourselves alone in a bathroom together.
wc: 3.6k
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You wish you hated Hobie Brown.
It would be so easy, wouldn't it? He kissed you, did unspeakable things to you in that closet. And you let him. You enjoyed even, you relished in the way his mouth felt, his lithe fingers sinking into your flesh. the way he cooed in your ear. It would be easy to write him off completely, hate him for the rest of your life, his smug face, his hooded eyes that gaze into yours and hold secrets only known between you, him, and God.
But you don't hate him. You can't. You hate yourself more than anything. You should have never indulged him, never let him put a single finger on you. Because now, when you lie in bed at night and close your eyes, all you can see is him on his knees, feel your cock sliding down the pocket of his throat while he looks up at you through his lashes with those dark eyes of his. You can't get it up any other way. Women don't do it for you anymore.
The moment the two of you left the closet you told everyone to leave. You picked up Hobie’s clothes and shoved them into his arms before sending him out the door with the rest of them. You never once looked him in the eye.
Your friends asked Hobie what had happened inside the hour you spent together and Hobie, being quite the convincing liar, simply shrugged as if he had no idea what had set you off. “Nothin’. Think ‘e migh’ be claustrophobic.” But he knew. You both would always know, no matter how hard you attempted to scrub it from your mind. He’d keep it a secret if you did. He might start shit from time to time but he wasn’t into outing people. He’d keep the secret for you if you didn't want it.
You know better. You know yourself. If you were alone with him, something like that would happen again and you wouldn't know what to do with yourself.
So you avoided Hobie like the plague after that night. Every invitation to hang out was promptly turned down with an excuse that was only a thinly veiled lie, obvious to no one except for Hobie who knew better than to accept that you were sick 3 weeks in a row.
It was understandable. He had made you question everything you had known about yourself all within a matter of an hour. Why would you want to be around him? You feared him and everything he symbolized to you.
“It’s Hobie, isn't it?” Your friend, Riri, sighed. She had come in person to get you out of the house. There was no pretending to be sick, no feigning exhaustion. She came and she called you out so accurately you feared that Hobie might have told her what had happened in the closet. Your chest squeezed and you lost your breath, terrified that she may know.
You scoffed, anxiety swelling within your chest as you pretend to roll the question off your shoulders. “Hobie? Why would I care about Hobie?”
“Everyone knows you can't stand him. And you haven't been the same since we stuck y’all in the closet. Did he say somethin’ to you?” You looked into her eyes for any semblance of your secret and found nothing. You wished you could tell her, your shame, your pleasure, the absolute heaven you felt being in that closet with Hobie. You’d just embarrass yourself.
“No, that's ridiculous. I find him just as endlessly irritating as I always have.” You reach up, tug at your hair softly, and shift your gaze. You were telling on yourself. Fuck, if you didn't agree now, she’d definitely know that there was something up with you and Hobie. “I’ll go, it’s whatever. Just let me get ready.” Your voice was quick, snappy, you were definitely acting suspicious. But you hoped you conceding to going would distract her enough to forget.
It did. Your friends weren't the most aware bunch.
That's how you ended up here, standing in the midst of a true punk party. There was a mosh pit in the front, people inches away from getting punched in the face, starting an all-out brawl. Most were drunk or high off shitty beer and even shittier drugs.
Hobie was on stage performing. You heard his voice before you saw him, the way it echoed in your ears and left you delirious. Riri dragged you into the crowd, just far away from the mosh pit to not get trampled over, and you saw him. His dark skin glistening in a thin layer of sweat, fingers meticulously strumming at his guitar, lips pressed against the mesh of the microphone as if he were attempting to kiss it like he kissed you.
He wore a plaid skirt, his muscle shirt was just cropped enough to reveal the scant of his abdomen and the hair on his slender naval. You saw him and all you could think about was how you wanted to touch him. You wanted his black-painted lips on your neck, wanted to bury your fingers in the new growth of his hair, wanted your cock in his mouth once again and maybe to put his in yours. 
The thoughts terrified you but what frightened you even more was that when you came to, Hobie was looking at you. Smug, careless, beautiful, like he knew just what you were thinking about and he was thinking the very same thing.
Face hot and embarrassed over being caught, you averted your gaze. You turned on your heels and swiftly left Riri to make your way to the bar. You needed a drink, or five, so that maybe your nausea could be attributed to something worthwhile. But no matter how far from the stage you found yourself, Hobie’s voice was still in your ear, teasing your senses, tempting your body. You felt hot and parched. 
“Give me the strongest you have.” You asked the bartender and pressed your face into your hands.
Hobie played three of his songs before his time was over, the entire time you watched from the corner of your eye. Watched the way he swayed, jumped, wrecked the stage, a force to be reckoned with. You watched him and his bandmates, your friends, walk backstage and felt relief. You wouldn’t have to hear his voice everywhere you went. You hadn’t considered that meant that they would all gravitate over to you to have a chat over where you’ve been for nearly a month now.
They came over with Riri, the unknowing traitor, Hobie standing taller than everyone else in the back. They hugged you one by one, slapped your back, kissed your cheeks, told you they were happy you finally agreed to hang. You would have loved to see them if Hobie hadn’t tossed his arm over your shoulder and pulled you into him. 
He smelled like musk and faint, fragrant cologne, your nose pressed to the side of his chest. You look up from where you sat on your barstool only to find him already smiling broadly down at you. “Well, well, look who decided to grace us with they presence. Miss me, sunshine?” He was so smug, so proud. If only you could kiss that look from his stupid face and leave him breathless for once instead of the other way around.
You scoffed and rolled your eyes at him, shrugging his arm from your shoulders. “Don’t get so full of yourself.” You downed the rest of your drink and requested another one. Hobie came, sat on the stool beside you, and told the barkeep to add all your drinks to his tab.
“Ya been avoidin’ me, sunshine?” Hobie only really seemed interested in talking to you. The others chatted aimlessly amongst themselves. They didn’t seem to notice the way Hobie’s eyes glazed over you, the way his smile seemed a little different when it was directed at you. They also didn’t notice the way he placed his hand on your thigh, rubbing soft circles into your flesh, the way his digits fingered the rips at your jeans.
“Whyever would I be avoiding you, Hobie?” You grabbed his hand to stop his gentle assault on your thigh and he took the opportunity to lace his fingers in with yours.
“I don’ know. Why are you avoidin’ me?” His hand was hot and rough with callouses. If only he’d touch you a little more. Slide his hand up your arm, brush over your neck. You could feel your body growing warmer by the moment. You couldn’t be trusted with him, couldn’t trust yourself for that matter.
You tore your hand from his. “You know exactly why. I hate it when people play dumb.”
“Jus’ add i’ to the long list of all the reasons ya hate me.”
Oh, if only it were so easy to hate. You’d hate him till the day he died. You’d hate him beyond the grave. You’d hate him until the world combusted into flames and everyone burned with it. But it wasn’t so easy. It was actually quite hard to hate someone you longed so carnally for. If you could rid yourself of him for good, you would in a heartbeat.
Hobie ordered himself a nice large glass of beer and leaned in. “Was i’ so bad, what we did? Ya seemed to enjoy i’ in the moment.”
Your eyes grew wide, glancing about to ensure your friends hadn’t heard him.
Hobie scoffed. “Please, too loud in here. They all wrapped up in ‘emselves to pay attention t’us. Look here, sunshine.” He reached out and gently grasped your chin to make you look at him. His touch was like fire all throughout your body. Looking him in the eyes lit something in the pit of your stomach. "Ya look good t'nigh'."
His drink came and he took a sip of the froth at the top while looking at you, his gaze all affectionate and tender. The way one lover would look at another. He didn’t even have to touch you to get you riled up because you both knew him looking at you through his lashes like that was just the way he looked at you when he kissed the tip of your cock.
You needed air. It was suddenly so stuffy where you were, you felt like you were suffocating. The ache of your cock made your jeans tighten. You felt nauseous.
You must have looked crazy standing so abruptly. Your friends attempted to call your name as you pushed your way through them and searched wildly for the nearest exit. The best you could find was a bathroom sign. That would have to work.
The bathroom was grimy and covered in graffiti. Your boots suck to the floor when you walked and you’re sure you could see a leftover powdery substance on the side of the sink. You turned on the water and cupped your hands beneath it to gather some and splash it on your face. 
Nothing between you and Hobie had to change. If he would simply stop provoking you, you could ignore everything else. The way your eyes lingered on his exposed body, the way his lingered on yours, the memory of your hand wrapped around his cock, stroking till he came on your tummy, the way you came in his mouth and he drank it all up.
You pressed your hand against the bulge in your jeans and moaned softly at the pressure. Then there was a knock at the door, startling you out of your momentary pleasure and reminding you that you were indeed in a public restroom.
“Oi, sunshine! Ya alrigh”?” Hobie. He just simply couldn’t let you have a moment of reprieve. Readjusting yourself in your pants so it's not so noticeable, you opened the door only to be met with Hobie leaning against the frame. He looked at you, questioning, before inviting himself right in. “Le’s talk.”
“Talk? You wanna talk?” You slammed the door shut and locked the door behind the two of you out of instinct. “We have nothing to talk about, Hobie. Absolutely nothing.” Your demeanor was cold, your lip curled. It all belied how much you needed him to stop looking at you that way. With heavy eyes and a touch of a smirk on his lips.
Hobie quirked a pierced brow at you. “Who’s playin’ dumb now? Ya tink I ‘aven’t noticed how you’ve been actin’? Yer meaner than usual.” He approached you. Slowly. He looked at you, watched to stand your ground. “God, yer down bad, aren’cha?”
Your face was hot, cock hard in your pants. You said not a word. Let him get close, really close, leaning into you while staring into your eyes.
“It's okay, though. I like ya mean.”
You grabbed him by the shirt, hands tight in the fabric as you turned him around and pushed him against the wall. “You think this is fucking funny, huh?” You shook him a little, pressed his thin body to the door, your eyes aflame with passion and anger. Hobie just looked at you, smiling, with his hands up as if to surrender to you, his eyes heavy with seduction.
You hated that look, so cocky and proud, fucking gorgeous. 
You were rough when you kissed him. You knew you couldn't be trusted with yourself or with him. You knew it would all lead to this. And God if it didn't feel good. His lips were so soft, sweet, a little salty from his sweat. You held his shirt a little tighter, pulled him a little closer and his hands settled on your hips.
You let him slide his tongue into your mouth, let him slide his hands up and down the length of your body, slide beneath your shirt. His thumbs looked into your pants and tucked his knee between your legs to press against the growing bulge in your pants.
Just like that, he took control of you. You melted into him, licked into his mouth as you moaned, rutting yourself against his knee. You were desperate, panting, needy. You showed all your cards just as they were dealt and now you had nothing but an empty hand and a hard cock.
“I’ve been thinkin’ ‘bout'cha.” Hobie panted into your mouth, hands pawing at you. Your kiss was sloppy, filled with swapped saliva and sticky tongue. “Missed ya. Looks like ya missed me too.” He chuckled softly as you licked his bottom lip, sighing with pleasure when he pressed his knee harder into you.
You should stop this. You should be stopping yourself. But you simply couldn't control yourself and you didn't know if that said more about you or about him. You were insatiable. You were angry. You were horny out of your mind. 
Hobie let you suck on his lip and tongue, chuckling the whole time. It made you stop, your hands tightening up in his shirt. “Is something funny?” You pushed him against the wall harder, your body pressed against his, your aching cock against his knee. You tried to play tough, your face firming up, but Hobie already witnessed how desperately you've been wanting him this entire time.
Hobie sighed softly, looking at you, smiling broadly. “Nah, nah, ‘m laughin’ ‘cause ya definitely like me, sunshine. Just as much as I like you.” He leaned in, pressed his lips to yours, and kissed you softly. Lips latching, tongue licking, teeth nipping, you didn't resist him as much as you thought you would. You hadn't imagined for it to feel so good the second time around.
“Lemme help ya out, sunshine.” Hobie pressed his knee harder into your crotch and you crumbled, panting into his mouth with your eyes squeezed shut. One of your hands unballed itself from his shirt and found itself settled against the apple of his throat, pressing and squeezing while you humped his leg into oblivion.
The friction was delicious. The pressing and grinding with his tongue down your throat left you a little delirious. You were lightheaded and feared you might faint if he kept holding your waist like he was, moving your hips for you, pressing you harder.
“Keep goin’, pretty boy. Ya got i'.” Hobie crooned into your mouth as your lips fiended for another kiss, a lick, something, anything to satiate the burning in your chest, the fire all over. His fingers sunk into the meat of your thighs with his soft grip that meant to gently coax you towards your climax.
How embarrassing. To cum in your jeans just from humping a leg. But God, if this didn't feel good, if Hobie wasn't doing you so right. You pushed him harder against the wall, squeezed his throat a little tighter as you ground yourself into him.
Your free hand slid down his front and beneath his skirt to feel the bulge of his erection through his underwear. You weighed him in the palm of your hand, clumsy massaging and fondling. You didn't know how to handle him. Attempting to conjure up the way you touched him the last time you two felt each other, you rubbed him, felt the wet patch where precum leaked and soaked into the fabric of his underwear and stroked his tip.
Hobie shuddered, one that rattled through his entire body. He gripped you harder, bruising your hips and thighs and he drove you further into his knee and left you shivering. You squeezed him in your palm and he moaned.
It was pathetic how easy it was to forget how much you wanted to hate him. Your brain was foggy with pleasure and need. Your hands groped at each other with a fiendish desire. Hobie nipped at your bottom lip. “Fuck, jus’ like tha’.”
You were so close. Your lips broke apart from his with a string of saliva connecting the two of you. Your head felt back, exposing the supple flesh of your throat which Hobie greedily attacked with lips and teeth and tongue. “Gonna cum f’me? Hmm, sunshine? Go ‘head ‘n make a mess f’me.”
You whined, your body rocking back and forth with the waves of your orgasm. You hadn't cum in your pants since you were a teen and never before because of another man. You felt as though you should be humiliated but you were so wrapped up in Hobie's sweet scent and the way he moaned into your neck as you pressed your hand into him and felt his cock twitch in your hold.
You rubbed him harder, faster, determined to get him to come undone the way he had your world falling apart. Hobie chuckled against your throat. “Tryna get me t’cum, pretty boy?” His lips peppered kisses to your lovely throat. You nodded, your hand stroking his throat with your thumb. “Give it to me, please.” Oh how the mighty fall.
Hobie faltered a bit when you squeezed his balls in your hand, whining into you like a puppy. “Beg.” He sighed softly against your neck. “Beg fo i'.”
"Please, please. Shit, Hobie, give it to me " Overstimulated, his knee still pressed into the wet spot in your sticky jeans, your hips still rutting into the mess you’ve made of yourself, you jerked him off through his underwear, stroking it rapid, blundering twists of your wrist. Hobie liked how inexperienced you seemed, he found it amusing how hard you tried to please him.
You knew he was just on the edge of an orgasm by the way his moan lowered an octave. He sang for you like he sang on stage, your own private show. His hands gripped you with an impossible strength, tongue lavishing over your throat. He nosed at the curve of your jaw and moaned into your ear as he came in your hand, leaking out into the cotton of his underwear.
You were left panting, stroking at each other in tender touches. You were uncharacteristically affectionate, desperate for it. You needed his hands, his lips, his soft chuckles, his pretty smile. God, you were losing it.
“Fuck-” You pulled away from Hobie, your entire body coiling away from him. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” It all came back to you like a tsunami. How did you let this happen? Again no less. What in the world were you thinking? What the hell has he done to you?
“Sunshine, calm down. It's okay.” Hobie reached out for you but you almost fell over trying to get away from him. Your hands gripped the sink for stability and in hopes to ground yourself in reality. “No, no, it’s not okay, Hobie! We need to stop this.”
“Whatever we have goin’ on between us-”
“There's nothing going on between us,” you insisted. “There should be nothing going on between us.” Hobie scoffed at you, crossing his arms over his chest. “Would’ja get ova y’self? We didn' make each other cum by accident. This keeps happenin’ fo’ a reason. We like each other.” He motioned between the two of you, his eyes softening.
“I can't do this, Hobie. I can't give you what you want.” You rushed past him and escaped out of the bathroom door before Hobie had a chance to catch you. It was a mistake to come out. You should have left the moment Hobie touched you. 
It was just your luck to run into Riri on the way out the door. You bumped into her just as you neared the exit. She had whipped around, ready to let you have it until she saw that it was you and worse, when she saw the tears streaming down your face. As if this night couldn't get even more embarrassing.
You said nothing to her. You simply pushed past her and left the bar with her calling after you. Hobie approached behind her, watching you leave with sulken shoulders and smudged makeup.
“Shit.”
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💋OBEY💋 Valentino x reader smut
How do I describe this? Well its just pure shameless smut.If this makes you uncomfortable don't read,I have other post that are more wholesome and fluff and I will soon have one for Val to have a good day!
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"everyone out"! Valentine says,Everyone quickly scatters out of the studio as Valentine grabs you by the wrist and drags you to the bed, throwing you on it, he's pissed.
"what makes you think you have any say in this perra? He growls as he towers over you, conjuring up a chain around your throat tugging on the chain harshly almost making you fall of the bed.
"I OWN YOU PUTA!"
I tremble as I look up at him. Val pl-please, I'll be g-good I promise. I tried to beg for mercy.He only slaps me across the face hard.I whine out at the pain in my cheek.Val leans in as he pulls me close to his face by the chain he's holding tight."looks like I need to fuck some obedience into you, he snarls.
Valentino pushes me hard again making me fall back on the bed,As he's tacking of his shirt he started to crawl on the bed,looming over you with a devilish smile.All I can do is look up at him and tremble in fear.
He takes a long drag of hi cigarette, before blowing the smoke right in my face as he holds me close by the chain,before he disclosed of the cigarette,the poison in his cigarette hits me instantly,making my body relax and easier to handle.
As i lay there on the bed slightly disoriented, I feel two of his hand take my wrists and pin them above my head,as his other pair of hands are getting rid of my panties.I loosen a shake breath to prepare my self for what's sure to come next.
Once he had my pussy exposed,he shoved two of his long fingers in my mouth pumping in deep making me choke slightly," lets see if you still disobey me when I'm done with you putita."He drawls as he takes his fingers from my mouth and positions them at my entrance. With a dirty smirk, he pushes his fingers in harshly,making me cry out.
"Such a little whore.you're body's already reacting,begging for my cock." he taunts after a few rough pumps of his fingers.I can't suppress my reactions to his intrusion.starting to pant and moan at the sensation of his fingers moving inside of me.As he continues his movement's I notice him starting to unbuckle his pants with his free hand.
My gaze slips to his cock,as he gives it a few good strokes. "You want my cock?" Come on say it. I know you do.He teases me. I turn my head away,knowing I can't say no to my boss,but not wanting to admit that my body craves it.
Valentino grabs my face hard,turning it to make me look at him. "I asked you a question,"perra est`upida!"He growls at me." Yes val.. please give me your cock",I choke out,a tear slipping down my cheek, from how hard his grip is on my face."That's what I thought." He said as he licks the single tear of my face,and pushes my face back into the cushions.
He removes his fingers from my pussy,leaving me empty.But before I can take in a steady breath,he slammed his cock into my pussy to the hilt,making me scream out.Valentino only grins down at me as he begins to set a hard and steady pace,pulling almost all the way out ,before pushing back in harshly again.I'm now moaning loudly at the continuing intrusions.
As I let my head roll to the side, Valentino leans down, biting down on my neck hard. drawing a little bit of blood,which he was quick to lick up.By now all I can do is whine and moan as I try to free my hands, that Valentine still had pinned tightly above my head.I'm completely at his mercy.
As I feel his thrust getting more sloppy,one of his hands moves down between us,reaching my foot as he starts rubbing circles. "your taking me so well,I think my puttita deserves a little reward." He purred in my ear. I try to choke out a thank you but I'm interrupted as my orgasam hits me like a wave.Eyes rolling back arching,pussy clenching around Valentinos cock, as I cry out.
It doesn't take long before,Valentino follows me over the edge with his own orgasam.He grunts as he continues into pump in and out a few more times,spilling all his seed inside me.He stayed still inside me, letting his cock rest in my pussy for a moment.When he slips out of his orgasam enough,he pulls out,and lets go of my wrists.
He stands,leaving me sprawled out on the bed his seed spilling out of my pussy."I hope you learned you leson." He practically spits the words at me."Now get your self cleaned up and get back to work." With these words he disregards me,lighting a new cigarette and leaves,as I'm lying on the bad trembling in shame.
Okay new post! I hope you enjoyed it! Let me know what you think!😽
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baeshijima · 1 year
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sophie im gonna need 10ccs of ur vampire genshin brainrot STAT
well, uh, first off i will link my vampy diluc x monster hunter!reader brainrot here bc i still think abt it sometimes (with obligatory dain angst at the end bc hes my fav sad man 🫶)
as for misc brainrot on the au that i most definitely just came up with on the spot, here are some examples that have me banging my head on the wall <33
vampire!alhaitham who never sets foot when the sun is out, opting to cling onto you, arms and legs trapping your sleep-induced body flush against his own, in an effort to keep your company beside him as daylight fades into night. however, that rarely manages to work, but a vampire can dream.
also him showing his liddol fangs because you asked, but not before warning you about its sharp points upon noticing your eager stare and the blatant twitch of your finger. though remain vigilant, lest you want your poor finger caught between his blunt teeth (at least he's mindful of his fangs when not in the presence of your neck. in spite of that, he's unrelenting when you ask him to release your finger, opting to instead clamp down just a bit more to watch you fluster.)
vampire!ayato who seemingly makes it his personal mission to tease you, his adorable beloved human, with the light grazes of fangs and soft lips along the surface of your skin, a chuckle or two arising upon sensing the increase in body temperature or appearance of goosebumps following in his wake.
he would also greatly enjoy moonlit strolls, your hand caressed within the confines of his own as you both venture out on a trip with no destination, only the comfort of the other's presence being your guide (there's an uncanny thrill in the unknown, but ayato finds himself most excited and surprised when in the throes of his newfound mundane life, never once experiencing a dull moment when by your side.)
vampire!dainsleif who is so very cautious with matters concerning you — more specifically, with how he acts around you. he's careful in your presence, perhaps fearing you'll crumble if he holds you too tightly, or slip away if he's too feather-light with his touch. with some reassurance and much-needed affection, perhaps you can get through to him you won't be going anywhere without him beside you.
there's a haunting beauty to him, one that never fails to make you gape in awe and cradle his cheeks with such tender adoration he can almost feel the weight of centuries upon centuries remove its heavy burden, attention honed into your smile and the affection diffusing from your palms into his moon-kissed cheeks (dainsleif finds his cold heart blooming with forgotten warmth when basking in your gaze and smile, a flutter once lost now returning full force alongside the desire to remain with you for as long as time will allow; even then, he will find a way to stay with you beyond that.)
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Could you do something with some nice Luz and Hunter sibling fluff (I watched the last 2 episodes of toh and I’m so sad)
They're siblings, your honour 💕
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"You have fire bees here!?"
"No, fire flies. And they don't set anything on fire," Luz said with a laugh. Hunter didn't look reassured. Well, she couldn't blame him; most flora and fauna in the Boiling Isles wanted you dead- or at least wanted to take a bite out of you. All the normal, non-deadly surroundings of the Human Realm utterly baffled her friends.
"I'll show you," Luz promised.
"She's telling the truth," Vee piped up. "They're actually pretty cute."
It was the perfect time of year for fire flies. When Vee told her she'd gathered the courage for a closer look a few weeks back, it gave Luz an idea: fire fly catching! A nice, quiet activity for them all to do together.
Sure enough, once it was dark out, Luz could see the little balls of light bobbing around in the garden. She gathered an armful of jars and her friends, leading them outside.
"I don't know..." Hunter hung back, looking at the bugs warily from the back porch.
"Come on, when have I ever led your astray?" Luz teased. Hunter only raised an eyebrow.
Fair enough.
"Come on," Luz repeated, holding her hand out. A few feet away, Gus was cowering as Vee happily let a fire fly land on her hand. Willow was chasing the bugs with a little too much enthusiasm and Amity seemed enthralled by them all. One even landed in her hair.
Hunter looked at their friends and took Luz's hand. Sometimes it was still odd to hold his hand without his gloves in the way.
"So we just...Catch them in a jar?" Hunter asked. He turned the jar over in his hands, as if looking for a trick.
"Yep, pretty much," Luz confirmed. "And then we let them go. But while they're in there we get a closer look and they're like little nightlights."
Hunter seemed intrigued by that. He looked at Gus, hiding behind Vee, and Willow who was scaring a few bugs away with her wild swinging.
"I, uh...I shouldn't do that, right?" he asked.
"Absolutely not. I'll show you."
With Luz's guidance, they soon had a jar full of fire flies. The little bugs glowed softly, gently flashing on and off, twinkling like stars.
"Whoa..." Hunter held the jar up close to his eyes, closely examining every little fire fly.
"They're cute, right?" Luz asked, nudging him. He nodded, not looking away, hardly even blinking.
Wolves were his clear favourite, but Luz could confidently say that fire flies had successfully won Hunter over too.
Another idea sprung to mind and she smiled. Hunter didn't like the dark, she knew that, but he insisted on powering through it. He utterly refused to leave the basement light on, insisting he didn't want to keep Gus awake with the harsh light. But maybe...
"Remind me to show you some fairy lights," she said and Hunter's head jerked towards her so quickly she thought she heard something snap.
"Fairy what?"
"They're not made from actual fairies!"
"Then why are they called that!?"
"Because-" Huh, Luz had never thought about it actually. "Because they remind people of fairies." Yeah, that sounded right.
She kind of wanted to slap that judgemental look off his face. He was lucky she was feeling so nice.
"People expect fairies to be cute here," she reminded him. Still plainly baffled, Hunter went back to staring at their jar of fire flies.
"I'll show you," she promised. "I think you'll like them."
She wasn't even sure if Hunter was still listening, but after a moment he nodded. "Okay," he said quietly.
Luz's smile grew. Hey, if Hunter was going to be staying here when this was all done, they'd need to make sure the basement was an actual comfortable bedroom for him.
Steady on there, Noceda, Luz reminded herself. But she knew her mamá had been thinking about it. Luz had been thinking about it. Even Vee, who'd been so nervous of Hunter at first, quietly asked her who'd be taking care of him when The Collector was gone, and she'd looked so worried when Luz had been forced to admit that she didn't know.
Belos had been his only family- no, screw that, Belos didn't count. Belos didn't deserve Hunter. They had their own little found family and Hunter was part of that now.
They'd have to discuss it all at some point, but not tonight. Tonight was peaceful and Luz refused to spoil it.
But she'd show Hunter some fairy lights tomorrow.
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messrsage · 2 months
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you know sometimes if someone says they’re not interested in something that isn’t them saying it’s a bad thing. not everything is meant for everyone
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dedhumn · 29 days
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Prime Angst or Fluff content-
When you realize victorians had a whole catalog of flower language.. and yet somehow I can't find any references to flowers in ANY goth lit.. art.. or anything really. It's honestly shocking I haven't delved deep into the flower field myself, so i could be very VERY WRONG(Literally just using google.) BUT THEY HAVE FLOWERS FOR FRICKEN FOOLISHNESS AND FOLLY, DECEIT, AND GRACE (COLUMBINES THAT ARENT RED OR PURPLE AND SNAPDRAGONS) AND SOMEHOW THEY HAVEN"T MADE IT INTO ANY GOTHLIT PIECES And I'll be honest.. I'm new to goth lit here(And here in general).. So take everything I say with a grain of salt.. But please somebody take these flowers- and shove them down my throat. LIKE COME ON!! IMAGINE THE FLOWERS IN THE BACKGROUND OF AN ANGSTY SCENE FOR FORESHADOWING.. Or For the shippers (You are many) One person giving another flowers and the person they give flowers to doesn't understand what the flowers mean, So it's either HECKA funny or HECKA sweet. So please people- Give me this one. https://www.almanac.com/flower-meanings-language-flowers (And a free idk how accurate source.)
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lnkedmyheart · 1 year
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People be like "I dont see why people ship skk".
Ok? Maybe open your eyes??
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iiudex · 4 months
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okay hi mental suffocating session is over i can breathe & think properly now :] regularly scheduled workflow shall begin tomorrow
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pixie-mage · 4 months
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I keep seeing posts telling people not to discredit Lizzie's worth or brush past her death in Secret Life, and saying people need to stop "fridging" her, but I haven't actually seen posts where people actively do that?? I see tons of posts loving the hell out of her batshit vibes this season, and mourning her void drop, and saying "hell yeah" for her going up against a former series winner alone, but nothing discrediting her. It's like seeing warning signs for a problem that isn't a problem. Like a "this is the end times" sign carrier when the world isn't close to ending. It's so surreal. 0.o
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the-unkindled-queen · 8 months
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It doesn't actually matter that shields don't have lifeforce or are not alive. Contrary to this mechanic being commonly described as "lifesteal", Malenia isn't taking anybody's health. That doesn't align with her character. She's not a blood mage or anything similar. She is *gaining* health. And it happens everytime she strikes us (strike not hurt) because that's enough to serve as further motivation to fight, to survive. Basically, Malenia is so strong she can *will* herself to not die. She can will herself to carry on despite her wounds, or if you want to get fancy, she can will her wounds away. This fits better with her struggle against scarlet rot than "lifestealing". It also goes with what the trailer is trying to portray.
Now all that said, even with an explanation, it doesn't mean one has to enjoy the battle mechanics of it. The gameplay-and-lore divide is just something every game has to deal with.
I know, anon. I honestly only heard it called that mostly that I just kind of kept it into my own thoughts about it now.
I do appreciate how Malenia's fight teaches you different tricks and ways to get better at dodging, timing your attacks, etc. I just feel from a mechanical standpoint, this seems kind of odd. Still, it's not like I'm going to stand in front of Malenia with a shield anyway while she breaks my poise and slaps me to the ground. LMAO. That's just common sense.
Malenia is a boss fight that I have a lot of fun with, even when she kills me twenty times. It's all a matter of how people look at it. I don't really care if I never solo her, honestly. I don't even care if she always kills me. I have better players to watch and see how they do and play with neat and fun weapons. (Like Envoy's Longhorn. XD)
Point being, I just love her no matter what.
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ziracona · 2 years
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TLDR at the bottom, as I know this became very long. My apologies.
I would really like to clarify first that I am not arguing with you or attempting to make you like her and am just attempting to explain my stance since you seemed confused about specifically this: as someone who is very solidly for mage rights in the Dragon Age games and also really likes Vivienne, I do think you overestimate how many fans she has? Which is completely understandable as fandom has cooled a little bit in the last few years, which means there’s less discourse posts floating around, but it used to be that if I found Vivienne content it was vitriolic towards her—she has a canonical Ao3 tag labeled “Vivienne (Dragon Age) Is A Bitch” for example.
We’re not prone to criticizing her character on the regular because she already gets a lot of it, on about the same level as Anders (whom I also am very fond of) and most of it has already been said before.
For examples though, her arguments about mages are genuinely infuriating and make little sense.
She is fantastically racist in the game, which is also very frustrating, though to be fair to her, I’m having trouble thinking of a companion who isn’t at some point or another without ability to correct them (Dorian supporting slavery and his “elven harpy” comment towards, Cole’s “Never trust half an elf” comment which is bad regardless of if they were intending it to be about Michel, Solas and Sera’s everything unfortunately, etc. all come to mind.) Maybe Bull, Leliana, or Josie? I can’t remember them being so off the top of my head.
These things do suck and most Vivienne fans (except for a few, but typically fans who support the fantasy Catholic Church aren’t going to be the type of fans who will bother caring about a Black woman—they’ll usually go for Cullen, the white straight man who is anti-mage and who the narrative actually cares about) are very aware of her flaws, but generally we think it was a very stupid idea to have the first Black companion (that they will actually admit to being Black anyway, unlike Isabela who got whitewashed and Morrigan and Cole, who never really have the fact that they are mixed Black acknowledged or shown in the games) support the oppressive system and use her as a mouthpiece for a conservative agenda.
(Using characters as a mouthpiece for whatever agenda the devs are trying to push with little regard to their actual characters is a very common thing in Inqusition—ex. at one point they have Cole say Cullen was a “good Templar who remembered the mages are people” when Cullen literally has a line in 2 saying “Mages aren’t people like you and me.” which is a direct quote from him, and even though Cole should by all rights be terrified by Cullen. Also, all of Varric’s Inquisition characterization.)
I mean, her companion quest is just there to have you distrust her briefly (the quest is named after a classic villain line and the youth potion paper) before “surprising” the player with the the fact that she… has layers? Cares about someone? Which is so… incredibly stupid on the Dev’s parts for a variety of reasons that if I talk about now I will start getting genuinely angry over.
I also think she has some very redeeming qualities. I personally found that she was very compassionate towards an Inquisitor she was friends with. It doesn’t stop her from being opportunistic, but I don’t think that’s a bad thing necessarily. I think this bit specifically is probably something we won’t agree on however, since we have very different readings on these moments, so I’m going keep it at that.
None of this is meant to convince you to like her at all, but I wanted to explain my perspective in doing so since you seemed confused about it.
TLDR: I, and many other pro-mage Vivienne fans, are aware of her flaws, but we think that was a terrible writing decision and do see several redeemable qualities in her character. None of this is meant to sway you in your dislike of her, but I wanted to explain my perspective since you said you didn’t understand how someone could like Vivienne and be pro-mage.
(P.S. I am very sorry if any of this comes off as condescending or if this was completely unwelcome. I’m autistic and have a hard time with tone, both reading it and delivering it. I’m working on it, but I’m still not good at tone over text.)
I. I understand all of this. I’ve criticized the fact they made the first black companion a huge bitch and a bigot against her own kind from the second it became clear that was her personality? But her being the first black companion also doesn’t innately make her a good character. Being a minority doesn’t make what a character does automatically ok or less bad, and idealization is dehumanization as much as villainizing is. It makes BioWare’s writers and their decisions gross, and their agenda gross, any anyone who uses her sucking as an excuse to be racist or disproportionately hateful to only the black companion horrible, but it at the same time doesn’t just…make her good, or ok.
She’s written stupidly, but the character they made is a bigot given no real character growth who tries to ruin the advances for mage rights even if you put forth the best possible outcomes (Lelianna Divine, allied Mages) and befriended Vivienne. She straight sucks. She does. She is a bad, selfish, emotionally manipulative person with no empathy for those of her kind less privileged than her, and a species traitor. (Or whatever? Can’t think of a better thing to categorize Mages as. Class??) It’s not like I only complain about her. I’ve been just as liberal complaining about Doriana and Sera and every other fucked up choice the Devs made. If you’ve seen anything I posted the past week, you’ve probably seen me having a meltdown over how utterly unsalvagable Inquisition is as a game. As for Viv herself, she’s not devoid of good qualities. She’ll be nice if she’s your friend, you’re right, but you have to be kind of terrible to befriend her at all, and so? So is everyone on the planet. That’s what fair weather friends /are/. But beyond that, yeah. She’s not all evil. She cared about the guy she was mistress to. She’s not a monster. But she high key is a terrible person and sucks. You’re right, the devs making her quest a quote from the Queen from Snow White of all things, to encourage a player to lie to her, is fucked up. So is literally everything they did to her. So is how they treated Bull, and Dorian, and Sera, and all kinds of things. But that doesn’t make the character good.
From your own description, you don’t actually like canon Vivienne. You like the HC version you rewrote in your head. And that’s fair, and it’s a fair way to say fuck you to the devs—I do the same with Solas. But you’ll never see me not absolutely accusing the shit out of canon end game Trespasser Solas—he’s a racial supremacist genocide intellectual dude bro, which is a horrific choice for the devs to make esp considering his preTrespasser characterization, but that’s still what he was. I can ignore that and make my HCs, but I’m not going to pretend canon wasn’t what it is. It was. And I wasn’t complaining I see alternate takes on Vivienne, but that I see people talk about Canon Viv like she’s a girlboss while claiming to be pro mage, and those things just concretely do not and cannot go together. And that complaint absolutely stands. It’s cool and even good to hc and rewrite her as a different person. But that’s not canon Viv anymore then, it’s an OC that should have been in the game.
#ask#anonymous#I’m sick of people wanting to argue with me about dragon age so I’m not tagging this sorry people who filter my blog I usually put you first#but I can’t take it anymore#I am also sick of people arbitrarily liking charcaters who suck because they’re hot or because they’re X and then ignoring or excusing every#terrible thing they do or ignoring it compeltely and it happens all the time in everything and I’m allowed to be annoyed by things that#annoy me. it annoys me I don’t see people complain about Dorian being pro slavery or even hesitate to romance him over it. it annoys me Sera#is a bigot to elves and will try to forcibly convert a lover to Fantasy Catholicism or break up. it annoys me Varric is a massive bitch in#Inquisition in many ways but everyone loves him. it annoys me he refused to speak to my husband ONCE even in the event of my death to tell#him I died. it annoys me he will Stan Iza after the end of Act2 but flips on Anders like a griddle cake. it annoys me he’s a centrist and no#one criticizes that. it annoys me Aveline is a bastard cop in DA2 and I don’t see people criticize that. it annoys me Cassandra won’t tell#Mages how to reverse tranquility and no one I see talks about it. it annoys me they Tommy Gun’d Solas’ charcater from the entire game in#Trespasser and I see people stan him or hate him but no one talk about how fucked up the message the devs flipped on a dime to push with#Trespasser was. and it annoys me Vivienne is a huge bitch and a bigot but i either see people complain only that she’s mean or Stan her as a#girlboss and ignore the fact she’s specist and horribly anti mage and a class/species traitor who doesn’t get better#and it annoys me MUCH MORE than ALL of these things that the fault Leo’s with BioWare eroding it’s ethics to a point of toxicity utterly#*Lies With#unlivable and as little as I see complaints about any of the above I still see them more than people calling to break down doors if that#dumbass white Canadians’ game company and wring their necks for every horrific racist anti-minority-action centrist#fascist religious oligarchy supremacist bullshit take they shoved down every player’s throat in Inquisitiom
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vse-kar-vem · 6 months
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thanks for the tag @khihi @da-proti-toku-grem!!! 💗💗💗💗 :^D
rules: share 5 songs you've enjoyed lately and then tag 10 people to do the same! (excluding jo songs because we've all heard them 😒)
1) klic- mrfy (i swear, every other time i listen to a song now it's this. i'm so obsessed it's bad (also stream umru zate as well))
2) i see it coming- maro
3) hoor je mij- s10
4) mountain man- koala voice (+ ker tu je vse tako lepo + spaghettification + drive. + woke up from yesterday. i'm a big fan sorry 😞)
5) saturn suv- fredo disco
sorry for chickening out but tagging people in tag games always brings me a great amount of anxiety so i'm tagging everyone who sees this! post your on repeat! now!!
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briarhips · 9 months
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I knowww this is horrible but the amount of family drama I’ve had the burden of just even being in the same room as, even when it doesn’t say a word and the person the obnoxiously oh-so-miserable miasma has been emanating from is “minding their own business” at least on paper, since my dad died…. I deserve financial compensation
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sylkana · 2 years
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here have me giving my opinions about each of the winx club specialists bc i'm bored
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a dumb bitch. literally the entire plot of season 1 could've potentially been avoided if he WASNT SO STUPID AND JUST TOLD BLOOM THE TRUTH. was the cause of all of bloom's sad montages when she goes home to earth. needs to kick diaspro OUT of his life for good i get he feels bad where she's concerned but my dude. you have miss BLOOM PETERS!! appreciate her more!!!! still love him tho. he's an idiot but he's MY idiot and i will ultimately defend him and his poor choices bc he tries to give kiko (bloom's pet rabbit) a "man to man" talk (4kids dub) and he gave us iconic lines like "*wakes up from being dead for 5 minutes* bloom... you're AWESOME. will you be my girlfriend?" and then thanking her when she says yes (4kids dub) and OF COURSE: "you left the door.... WIIIIIIDE OOPPPEN" (rai english dub) sidenote: i laughed so hard when bloom's dad banned him from their planet in the second movie like GOD they're all so dramatic 😭
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beefcake. 6 year old me's biggest crush. peak man shit right here. GET YOU SOMEONE WHO TREATS YOU THE WAY BRANDON TREATS STELLA. like my GOD. in season 2 when he's being forced to marry that one queen and he screams at her that he can't marry her bc he's in love with someone else and then when they're at stella's princess ball and she walks in and his JAW LITERALLY DROPS AND SKY HAS TO CLOSE HIS MOUTH FOR HIM. also that one episode in season 3 where stella gets put under a spell that makes her "ugly" and she, the girls and brandon go look for a way to break it and flora had put an illusion spell on brandon so he'd just see the old stella but then when stella is crying bc she doesn't think they can break the spell and she doesn't want brandon to leave her bc she thinks he only loves her for her looks but then he reveals that flora's spell wore off hours ago so he's BEEN seeing her and tells her he loves her not for her looks but the beautiful person she is inside....... set my standards way too high. also he's a really good friend and doesn't feel the need to be a jealous menace (minus season 4 kinda) like riven and sky can be. he KNOWS he's hot
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the biggest moron in the entire show but you know what? it WORKS for him. i love him despite his dumbass jealous tendencies. i get it, he's scared the person he likes will eventually see how awful he thinks he is so he covers his emotions by being a giant jerk. but my dude, my guy, sometimes you gotta let yourself be vulnerable :( you can't always have these huge walls up and push away the people you care about!!! him recognizing his mistakes in season 4 in regards to musa and him trying to better himself was GOOD and RIGHT and they threw it away and i'm still upset about it lol also in season 3 when he saw musa and nabu together for like 0.2 seconds and he IMMEDIATELY got on his leva bike to go wherever the fuck they were to beat the shit out of nabu only to get his own ass beat and then become bffs with nabu is one of the funniest moments in the whole series ps he and bloom would've made a great couple and i'll die on this hill !!!
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he has the biggest dick of the entire group i just KNOW it. he's smart, kind, considerate and is constantly in awe of his equally smart girlfriend. he NEVER tries to talk down to her or hold her back. and he rips his glasses off before going in for the kiss so he gets extra sexy points for that. he's literally so unproblematic i can't think of a single one of his flaws. except maybe when he wasn't understanding that tecna wanted him to see her as more than just a tech buddy but we all know he's been simping for that woman since he met her he's just bad at expressing it sometimes
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KING. SHIT. god i love him so much. the way he's introduced as a pacifist in season 2 but in the SAME EPISODE we see him using force to defend flora and ONLY flora as his hair blows beautifully in the wind and he makes sure she's ok before leaving. IM STILL SCREAMING ABOUT ITTTT. also he draws so. you know. that's hot. he's on thin fucking ice after his haircut in season 4 tho... never forget what they took from us!!!!
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HES SO UNDERRATED IT MAKES ME UPSET!!!! like cmon he's a WIZARD!!!!!! he has questionable taste in being besties with riven but i'll let it slide bc he's the only guy who is fairly competent in a fight even tho everyone else actually goes to a whole ass school that's supposed to teach them how to be heroes and fight. i feel like they could've used him more when fighting valtor bc hello... that's the only other wizard we see lmao basically i'm sad he was introduced so late into season 3 and that..... THAT.... happened in season 4 :( he deserved so much better
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