A shipping rant:
So, I watched the new PV for The Du///ke of Dea//th and H//is M//aid 3th season and yep, I ain't watching it fully. A certain p*do ship is still triggering. No, I don't give a single fuck about fiction =/= reality when it comes to p*do ships. Even I have my fucking limits as a problematic fanfic writer.
TW/CW: Mention of p*dophilia, h*bephilia, e*heophilia and g*ooming.
Dal///eth is a p*dophile or in this case since Wal///ter is 16-17 years old, she is actually a e*hebophile. Don't know what that term means? Look it up.It is bad as p*dophila and h*bephilia. But since she is way older than Wal///ter. Seriously, she is a 150 years old witch, so the term p*dophile fits her better since Wal///ter is still a CHILD compared to her.
I've read the whole manga so I know what the fuck I am talking about and yes, I can understand why she falls for Wal///ter but if she was HIS age and wasn't the younger twin sister of the witch that cursed his brother, then I would accept the ship, but NO. Just NO. I tried to give the canon ship a second chance, but the ship is too triggering for me to accept.
Have you ever thought that she may have g*oomed Wal//ter? The author NEVER bothers to show how they'd spend time with each other and no the scene in episode 9 (2nd season) doesn't count. Yes, people,that scene is a FILLER. And the way Dal///eth talked about his mother and how Gab///ena was married into his father's family when she was just 18, says a lot.
Dal///eth was familiar with Wa///lter's mother before he and his siblings were born.
Let that sink in for a second. (No. I will NOT say no pun intended. Wal///ter doesn't fucking own 2s and seconds)
I used to feel sorry for Dal///eth, but now, I don't. Because I don't feel sorry for p*dophilies.
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How Sakura’s Love Interest Ruined Her Character Development
Alright. I promise this is the last Sakura related content I’ll do for a while. But after seeing several other people on here talk about about this subject, I thought it would be interesting to discuss. This isn’t gonna be a full on analysis, rather my thoughts as someone who loves Sakura and was disappointed to see how her character was handled in canon.
I think a lot of the fandom can be agree that Sakura’s biggest flaw was her love for Sasuke. Love is typically supposed to be a character’s strength, but unfortunately for our pink cherry blossom, it’s her weakness. And her downfall.
Now, I’ve already made it clear what my feelings on SasuSaku are. I like the pairing, they could have been better developed and aren’t nearly terrible as people claim they are. However, it would be ignorant of me to not acknowledge that canon Sasusaku is… kinda shitty.
Don’t get my wrong, they have their cute moments in blank period, like Sasuke asking Sakura to wear the clan crest, but things start going downhill when they get married and the plot of Burrito rolls around. Sakura is left to be a single mother while Sasuke is off god knows where for that stupid space alien/ “remains of Kaguya” whatever plot. Sasuke never writes to check up on his family, it’s implied that Sarada doesn’t remember him at all or what he looks like, and Sakura is left there trying to assure her poor daughter that Sasuke is doing this because he loves them. But when Sasuke comes back, he rarely acknowledges or wants to spend time with them at all. Not to mention, he seems to care more about Naruto’s kid than his own. Naruto suffers from this problem as well, but that’s a discussion for another time.
For the canon endgame, Kishimoto certainly doesn’t write any of his characters being happy in their relationships.
Anyway, Sakura and her character development. It may not have been grand as her teammates, but it was still there. Sakura went from a naive girl that was obsessed with boys and her looks to someone who acknowledged that she had to work harder if she wanted to help and protect those she cared for. She went from disliking and envying Naruto to someone who was willing to throw her ninja career away so her friend could follow his dream. She wanted to help Naruto to bring Sasuke back, but realized she wasn’t strong enough, so she went to Tsuande for help and become a damn good medical ninja as a result. She became more confident in herself and was always there to support her friends. She never needed an epic fight or a tramatic backstory, I would say her development was pretty great.
But then all of that gets thrown away whenever Sasuke comes into the picture. Sakura may be able to stand up for others, but never does she stand up for herself when it comes to Sasuke. When he belittles her in the War Arc for simply asking him what was going on, she gets all quiet and sad. Defeated. Worst part is that Naruto can’t even stand up for her properly.
The kunoichi who broke off Kaguya’s horn and aided in sealing her, therefore saving the world, is left a begging, whimpering mess for Sasuke to come back to her, to come back to team 7. And what does she get in return? A genjustu of him killing her.
And just when you think oh this has to finally get her to realize that she can do so much better than him, or at least get her to step back and reevaluate her feelings, let her spend time away from him, it’s just forgotten about! Forget traumatizing and hurting her, it’s okay because Sasuke apologized and now she wants to go with him. Don’t get me wrong, I do think that was a genuine apology, but the fact that she was just expected to forgive him at the snap of a finger was infuriating. And down right sad.
It doesn’t help that nobody else comments on it, or tells Sakura “hey, what he did was pretty shitty, you didn’t deserve that.” Or stand up for her at all. Kakashi kinda did, but it was so weak.
In Naruto, a woman’s role is to support the men, because what else are they good for? And if they ever move on from a guy they like, they’re a “terrible person,” in Kishimoto’s words. Whatever improved or developed Sakura’s character, it reverted backwards or was simply forgotten for Sasuke. Because Sakura loves him, she can never disagree or argue or fight with him, because that would make her a bad person.
Sakura had the potential to become one of the greatest heroines in anime, but that was all thrown away becasue of her misogynistic creator and his idiotic editors. She deserved better, every female character in Naruto deserved better, and burrito should have never happened because it’s an abomination to the Naruto franchise.
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From Roses to Thorns
Kissing him tasted like sin. Kissing her was like indulging in every vice Holly had. Nothing was as electrifying. Nothing was as greater a thrill.
None of them should be together, and not in the usual ways. The reality of the matter was that the woman Holly was sworn to protect and most loyal friend, Kalla Illium, hated Seth’s guts. And her? Tiffany? The woman Holly was currently fucking on her back while swallowing Seth’s cock? Kalla’s sworn Prodigy and apprentice, and the daughter of the oldest Warden in America.
Oh, the sweet misery.
That this was never meant to last.
But as Seth’s fingers entwined in Holly’s hair, and lips captured hers in another kiss, the only thing Holly could do is sigh, and moan into his mouth as the woman under them whimpered.
-
The three laid in a heap, naked and for moment, free of any burdens. Tiffany in the middle of them both, and on her stomach. She smelled like nicotine, sharp and pungent. And for once neither Seth nor Holly had tasted the cigarettes on her fingers or tongue in tonight’s deeds. She was curled up between them, resting peacefully. What where they? More than lovers, but less then wanting titles; it had been decided to give the poor girl a break before she had seemingly passed out from exhaustion. Considering how quickly she had slipped into sleep once settled, the break had been muchly needed.
Seth’s hand resting on the curve of Tiffany’s hip, fingers stretching out to ghost the skin of Holly’s thigh. He smelled like wine and expensive aftershave, also sharp, but a different brand entirely. Seth was a sophisticated and reserved type of man, full of power and a grave desire to possess what he wanted.
Holly glanced down to where his hand lay.
The skin of Tiffany’s ass was red and tender under his hand, and her back littered with red lines from raking sharp nails. Her long, tangled brown hair and moon light skin contrasted against it well. But no bruises had yet to grace her neck, no teeth marks had yet to settle into the depth of Tiffany’s inner thighs this evening.
Seth’s pinky finger ghosted the skin of Holly’s thigh again, and she looked up. It seemed he had finally earned her attention.
Seth was nestled in the bed on his back, his other hand keeping the pages of a book open. Seth’s eyes shifted to meet Holly’s. “Don’t think about it.”
“About what?”
“You know what.” Seth shut the book and rested it down against his chest. “Don’t think about it.”
“Tall order coming from the one to be least affected by getting caught together.” Said Holly, flopping back to the bed.
Tiffany barely stirred.
Seth moved aside the book to the side table and promptly propped himself on his side.
Holly avoided meeting his gaze, turning her head away, but Seth reached across the sleeping body between them. Finger graced the side of Holly’s cheek and, gently, he turned her head back towards him.
“Kalla would forgive you.”
“She would not.”
Seth sighed. Holly couldn’t look away now. He was so handsome. All tawny skin and messy curly hair and lime green eyes with winding black ink over his shoulder and down his arm. “Dove-”
“Not right now.”
“I asked you both here tonight.”
“It’s not up to you to take responsibility for our actions.”
“Holly-”
“Seth-”
“Please let me take some of the guilt from you.”
Holly turned her head from his touch, and it felt like she tore out both their hearts. “It’s not your guilt to bear.”
Seth’s hand hovered momentarily, frozen in midair, before withdrawing. Holly felt a pang in her chest, before feeling the bed shift ever so slightly.
“You’ll wake her.” Said Holly.
Seth only chuckled, maneuvering himself over the sleeping young woman and shifting himself over Holly, settling himself over top of her and to her side, so Holly now resided in the middle.
Tiffany did not wake.
Holly passively glared up at Seth. “You want to wake her?”
“She’ll wake soon enough, besides-”
“I’m fine.”
“You’re in your head and in one hell of a bad mood, Dove.”
“I believe being in one’s head is the idea of being sane.” Seth had to chuckle at that. Holly scowled. “You’re laughing at me.”
“I am, but only because you make it easy.”
Holly scowled more. “You underestimate her.”
“I do?” Seth raised his brows.
Holly nodded. “Everyone does.”
“Then why are you here if you’re so loyal to her and do not think the same of her?”
“Because I’m allowed a live to life despite my oaths, and because I would still pick her over you. Any day.”
Seth’s smile softened. “I know.”
Holly sat up. “And yet you continue to pursue us? Do you like hurting yourself? This can only end in one way-”
“It isn’t stopping any of us from continuing our affair, Dove.” And with that, Seth pressed his lips to Holly’s, silencing any further protests. Holly groaned, shutting her eyes.
“This has to be the last time-”
“It does not, in any way.”
Holly whimpered as his hand curled around her neck and pinned her back against the bed. “It can’t-”
“Stop thinking.” Seth nearly ordered her, mumbling the words into her mouth. Holly furrowed her brows and moaned into the kiss as Seth positioned himself between Holly’s legs.
“You’re really going to get along with it without me then?” Came a weak and muffled reply.
Seth chuckled, and pulled away from the kiss with Holly. Holly whimpered, and Seth only squeezed the hand around Holly neck harder.
Holly moaned.
“She was over thinking things.” Said Seth.
“She does that.” Said Tiffany, propping herself up on her elbow.
Tiffany was the odd one out of the three looks wise. Holly was slim and built with muscle, covered in scars with sun kissed skin and milk blonde hair with pale blue eyes. She was also taller than all of them. And Seth, with his broad shoulders and lean body from restless nights of working out. His rich tawny skin, curly dark hair and green eyes.
Then there was Tiffany, with pale white skin, long ginger brown hair and mismatched green and brown eyes; she was the odd one out. With wide hips, a full bust and plush body, she was also the shortest. She barely made it to either of their mid chests.
Holly whimpered again, but Seth paid no mind to it, his gaze softening at the other woman now. “How are you feeling Tiff?”
Tiffany sat herself up, hair spilling over her shoulders and winced. “I’ll live. Though I think I’m going to feel it when I sit for the next little while.”
Holly made a sound of a laugh, and Seth looked down at her and scowled, muting the laugh with a firm slap to the arse cheek.
Holly blinked.
Tiffany giggled, leaning down and in close to Holly as Seth sat up, hand still firmly around Holly’s neck. “You seem to be in a pickle.” Holly gasped as Seth shifted and pressed into her. Tiffany looked down at Holly, hovering her mouth next to Holly’s ear. “I hope he makes you beg and scream his name.” Whispered Tiffany.
“I need your help, bitch.” Seth said, once again, nearly an order.
Tiffany propped herself up, hands between her legs, this time barely wincing as her eyes fixated on Seth. “Yes, Sir?”
“Help me fuck your Master, bitch. She could use a reward after tormenting you.”
“Yes Sir.” Tiffany acted fast, her hand replacing Seth’s around Holly’s neck and with just as much force as Seth’s hands went to grip Holly’s hips.
“Please-” Holly’s eyes had already started to well up with tears. “Seth-” A firm smack echoed through the room as Seth’s hand connected with the underside of Holly’s thigh. Holly stifled a yelp and choked out a sob. “Sir.”
Seth ran his hand over the tender skin of her exposed thigh and cheek. “Good girl, Dove. Good girl…” Seth’s hand snaked its way back up to Holly’s hip, moving to push further inside her. Tiffany’s grip on the other hand, only tightened, nearly muting the moans from the women beneath her.
The pace was fast and hard, and it started quickly. Tiffany kept her hand on Holly’s throat, keeping tight pressure as her other hand went to pinching and twisting one of Holly’s nipples.
Holly was already begging at that point, loudly, sweetly and so feverishly for more, and more from them both.
Sir…
Pet…
Don’t stop, please…
Over and over.
Tiffany watched the focus in Holly’s gaze start to blur out as her back started to arch off the bed.
“Sir, Sir, Sir please-”
“No.” said Seth.
Tiffany squealed and kissed Holly firmly as tears rolled from the corners of her eyes. Pulling away, Tiffany hovered over Holly’s face, so the only thing she could focus on was Tiffany. Their gazes were locked as Holly tensed to hold off her impending orgasm.
“Come Master, you know you want to. Sir will fuck you even harder if you do, I’m sure he’ll take you on your knees if you do and even cum in your as a treat for being so good-”
Holly let out a guttural groan as she gripped the sheets, agony written into her expression.
“Sir please-”
No response, but a consistent rhythm of his hips into hers.
“Sir-”
“Beg for it.”
“Sir please, please, let me cum, I’ll be a good girl, I’ll do-”
“Let me cum in you.”
“Yes.” Whispered Holly.
“Never say you’ll leave me again-“
“Please Sir.”
“Cum, you fucking slut.” Said Seth through wordless breaths.
Holly moaned as her body shuddered in release, and Seth’s movements only steadied as he kept edging Holly through her waves of ecstasy until his hips stopped, fully embedding himself in Holly with a firm shudder. His chest heaved as Seth fought to catch his breath, prying a hand from the grip on Holly’s hip to prop himself up against the mattress.
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