#bc the arch scene is so fucking personal to me
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i think the show is playing a smart game of chess here, getting each of our characters in the positions they need to be in. in the arch museum, percy almost tells annabeth that he'd choose her side over his dad's. we know in the books, that this is the sentiment annabeth gives percy in the zoo transport van.. but at the point that percy says this in the show, i don't think annabeth would be prepared to respond in kind. she's too loyal to her mom, to the systems she's learned to abide within. in order to get her to that point, she needs a reason to put percy first.
by making the echidna attack at the arch occur because athena got embarassed and upset about her daughter standing by while another kid made a decision.. and then having percy be the one to stand up and defend annabeth against the monsters that had basically come from athena at this point.. the show is giving annabeth that reason. athena will fight her. percy will fight for her. and now suddenly her character is perfectly positioned to choose percy.
#i have a lot of feelings about the arch scene. but i have to recognize that they are mostly personal..#bc the arch scene is so fucking personal to me#but there's story telling going on here that you can see through the cracks in the changes they make.. and i think its fascinating#pjo tv#pjo tv show#pjo tv spoilers#annabeth chase#percy jackson#pjo
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transcribing my breakdown of the trailer here bc i'm going feral
dramatic riptide cover >>>>>>
THE MET!!!!
is it just me or is he wearing the leather cord for the beads in this scene? did they give it to him before camp? i'm intrigued
LOOKING AT PERSEUS!!!!!!! Absolutely FANTASTIC choice
getting up to defend Grover <3
AND! Nancy Bobofit sighting
also is Riptide vibrating when Mrs. Dodds gets close because that's baller as hell
current working theory is the kids are gasping at Nancy in the fountain, ESPECIALLY because of the "there you are" bit
the Fury looks BADASSSSSS
MOUNT OLYMPUS SIGHTING!!!!
Zeus's throne is engraved with lightning bolts!!! Also are those faces at the bottom??? what do they represent hmmmmmm
the Montauk cabin looks so cozy and homey and i'm emotional about it
i think this is Percy on the porch of the Big House
ALSO LAKE SPOTTED!
nah bc this shot is my entire personality right now and i think based on the next shot they're going into the Hermes cabin
this shot of him during capture the flag against Clarisse is INCREDIBLE
this is my absolute FAVORITE shot of Annabeth!!! HER FOCUS IS SO INTENSE! THAT IS H E R!!!!!
also is she watching Percy train with Luke??? maybe??? who knows
I'm assuming they're in the Underworld here because of the two thrones and the general mist n shit
Auntie Em's!!!!!!!!
I LOVE the lighting in this shot oh my god look at that framing this is GORGEOUS
this shot is so fucking funny. these poor kids
ok so get ready for some analysis
the golden statue is carrying the symbol of the boar aka Ares AND she's standing in a seashell so I'm guessing it's meant to be Aphrodite
plus with the tapestries in the back and the theatrical lighting of the place i'm guessing this is the entrance to the Tunnel of Love??? maybe the statue was made by Hephaestus, it look a bit automaton-esque
is this a shade in the Fields of Asphodel?????
I LOVE THIS HUG AWWW
also Percy is still in his quest clothes so I'm wondering if this is maaaaaybe post-scorpion sting???? maybe he just got out of the infirmary? idk
*inhuman screeching*
Tunnel! of! Love!
ok this precedes Percy falling off the gateway arch and she's gesturing like a command so I'm guessing she's gesturing to the Chimera??? at first i was like ATHENA but she's the park ranger in the Hoover Dam not the arch whoops
:(
i'm sad
THAT'S! MY! BOY!
WOOOOOOO this trailer is incredible and I'm gonna cry anyway tell me your thoughts y'all i'm in brainrot mode
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boyfriend ! jeongin who . . ( NSFW !! )
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# yjn x gn : reader ! ( smut + fluff ) ;
cw : jeongin is a perv , roughly any fluff but still! 🤗 , groping , slight exhibitionism? , cockwarming , jeongin loves ur thighs , oral ( m rec. ) lewd photography !!
a/n ; just a short hcs drabble bc i want jeongin so bad !! ❣️enjoy my bbs !!
wc : 444 !? ( not proofread. )
bf ! jeongin who loves to grope you, even while you guys are around the members; they dont seem to pay much attention to it, but your cheeks are scorching hot anyway, red and embarrassed by the stunt your sweet lover pulled. i mean– how could he resist? the way his long, slender fingers squeezed your plump curves was a sight for sore eyes.
“baby– stop.. we have guests over.” you shrieked, his brow arching. “look around and please tell me who gives a fuck.” he sighs, maintaining his hold on your ass.
bf ! jeongin who loves when you cockwarm him while he’s playing games with seungmin and / or felix, bucking his hips into you when he craves stimulation.
“fuck, you feel so good around me baby.” he coos, gripping onto his mouse tightly, relishing the feeling of your hole squirming and gushing around him.
bf ! jeongin who loves resting his head in between your thighs. you’re sitting on your shared bed, legs curled up, nearing your chest while your feet are nestled beneath the blanket. you’re scrolling on your phone until you feel big hands spreading your legs apart. you glance at the boy who’s now burrowing his head between your thighs, pushing them back together to squeeze his sides slightly, as the back of his head rests on your abdomen.
“you’re a baby.” you sneer, continuing your business on your phone, while he presses soft kisses to your thighs.
bf ! jeongin who snaps quick photos of you while you’re choking on his cock because he can’t help but cherish the memory of your eyes becoming glassy and wet, and how they prettily look up at him while you bat your eyelashes. whenever his storage ends up full, he does not hesitate to buy more.
“fuck, baby– keep gagging on my cock like that, look so pretty.” he slurred, head thrown back and phone tightly held in his grip.
and of course, bf ! jeongin who always showers you in compliments and praises– outside of sex at least. reassuring you that you’re the prettiest person he’s ever laid eyes on, reiterating how he loves spending time with you and your silly jokes. he is especially the sweetest boy after sex, massaging your sore limbs and grabbing you a snack with a glass of water after you both finish off a scene.
“i love you baby, you’re always so good to me. thank you for dealing with me, you’re so pretty inside and out.” his words coated in honey, soothing the ache in your used cunt.
“especially inside.” he snorts, pressing a soft kiss to your thigh as you groan at his comment.
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POISON IN MY MIND
PAIRING lee hyunjae x f!reader
WORD COUNT 5.54k
GENRES smut ﹒ some angst (but very little)
WARNINGS 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, mature language, ceo/ceo’s son!hyunjae, assistant!reader, power play tbh, hyunjae is an asshole (for what he thinks is good reason), another jacob bae appearance, juyeon is also mentioned, there’s a rain scene bc i love my rain scenes <3, hyunjae is a stupid idiot, making out (aggressively), nipple play, no foreplay lol, unprotected sex, sex on a desk x2 — but one is missionary & one is doggy? style?, overstimulation, degradation, brat taming?, creampie lol, the aftercare is there i promise
SUMMARY who really cared that you supposedly hated your boss?
MORE HELLAURRRRR FAWNTOBER DAY 4!!! im hoping i have no delays with the rest of the fics but idk bc the burnout is starting to kick in….. someone pls help…. it’s bc my brain is making me write more than i planned 😭 anyways! pls reblog if u enjoyed!
PERM TAGLIST @winterchimez @maessseongs @itsbeeble @zzoguri
“Look at you, rutting against me like a fucking bitch in heat,” Hyunjae growls, lips beside your ear as he pounds into you from behind, your hair wrapped tightly around his fist. “Thought you hated me, sweetheart.”
“I— fuck— I do,” you whine, back arching off of the desk and into his chest. “I hate you s-so goddamn much.”
Okay, let’s rewind for a bit of context.
Truly, you hated Lee Hyunjae. He was such a pretentious prick, always dead set on being right about everything. He couldn’t stand those who he felt were inferior to him, those who he thought were incompetent. If he felt you couldn’t do your job to his standards, he’d fire you on the spot.
Despite not being the CEO of the company himself, he practically carried all of the perks that came with the position. That was only because he was the actual CEO’s son and the future heir to the conglomerate his father owned.
You had the unfortunate pleasure of being his assistant, tied to doing his bidding until your contract with the company timed out. You originally applied for the job for two reasons. The first was due to the fact that you genuinely loved the initial purpose pushed forward by the CEO. He shared a lot of similar ideals with you and had spectacular visions for bettering the business world. The second was because at the time of your application, you wanted to be the CEO’s assistant. And that was what you’d gotten hired for.
It paid more than well enough and it was your dream job. You loved what you did for at least the first year and a half. Until he announced that he’d be retiring within the next couple years and his son would be taking over as a form of practice for being in charge when he inherited the entire conglomerate.
You’d never met him in person before, only hearing the high praises Mr. Lee had for his precious son. So on his first day, you had extremely raised expectations for the male. You dressed your best (not that you didn’t put effort in before) and put on your sweetest personality, wanting to make a good impression on your new boss.
Imagine the disappointment you felt when you realized he was nothing but an entitled asshole.
He made you feel stupid, as if you didn’t know how to do your own job. What started as sitting in on important meetings and going over different documents with Mr. Lee, turned into running errands for Hyunjae and cleaning up his messes. If you weren’t out buying his coffee or grabbing his dry cleaning, you were sorting his paperwork for him and making sure he was prepared for his upcoming conferences, as if he wasn’t capable of doing so himself. You felt like a fucking babysitter rather than an assistant; like an errand boy rather than an employee.
You were so incredibly tired and it had only been four months. A few, tortuous months of you being treated like you hadn’t already given an arm and a leg for this company. Half of you wanted to just throw in the towel, rip up the damn contract right in front of the fucker and walk out of those gold plated double doors for good.
“Just push through, Y/N,” Jacob sighs over the video call. “Your contract ends at the end of the year, and if you still feel like quitting, then that’s that. You don’t have to worry about renewing or trying to reinstate your job.”
You were on your lunch break, holed away in one of the many unused conference rooms on the top floor. Hyunjae was being extra irritating today and if you didn’t speak with a voice of reason, you thought you’d make a drastic decision that would alter the course of your life forever. Whether that was tossing your employee contract in the shredder, or committing premeditated murder, the world may never know. Shout out to Jacob Bae.
“What if I push him out of the floor-to-ceiling window in his office? I could make it look like an accident. Everyone would probably rejoice instead of mourning him, because we would all be so much happier.” You throw the back of your hand over your forehead. Well, that answers that.
“You’re not killing anyone. If you got caught, you wouldn’t look good in a prison jumpsuit. Orange isn’t your color.” Jacob shakes his head, rolling his eyes playfully.
You gasp scandalously, sitting upright to gape at him. “What the hell? Yes, I so would! I would make that prison jumpsuit my bitch—“
Someone clears their throat behind you, causing you to flinch, whipping around in your swivel chair to find the culprit. When it’s none other than Lee Hyunjae staring back at you, you feel like your life has just flashed before your eyes. You wonder just how much of that conversation he heard before making his presence known.
“Um, Cobie, I’m gonna have to call you back…” You don’t allow your friend time to respond, ending the call before he can incriminate you more than you already have.
Hyunjae leans against the doorframe, arms crossed over his absurdly broad chest. Did this guy have to wear the tightest dress shirts possible? Maybe it was time for him to update his wardrobe. You tuck your hair behind your ear, slowly standing up from the chair. His expression is unreadable, not that you ever had it easy when it came to understanding the many faces of Lee Hyunjae.
“Mr. Lee, what— uh— what can I do for you?” You ask with a slight waver in your tone. So much for not incriminating yourself. He purses his lips, taking a step closer to you.
“Juyeon can no longer accompany me on the trip to Tokyo next week. Which means you’re second on the totem pole,” he says simply, loosening his tie. “Better pack your bags, ‘cause I’m not taking no for an answer.”
This was horrible.
You were mentally cursing Lee Juyeon over and over. Why did he have to back out at the last minute? This was the one part of the job that you couldn’t allow yourself to do. You’d much rather drive in circles around Seoul and grab iced Americanos than be in a completely different country, with no other company aside from Lee Hyunjae himself.
When he gave you your demise, you immediately tried to get out of it. Your excuse was valid; you didn’t have a passport and that’s kind of essential when traveling to another country. But even then, it wasn’t enough to get you out of this predicament. Being the rich, influential man he was, Hyunjae had your passport expedited and sent to your mailbox within a couple days. You gave up after that.
There was nothing he couldn’t do.
Except maybe being tolerable. You think that was most likely his only fault. He could’ve been the complete package had he mastered the art of bedside manner. His father was one of the kindest, selfless men you’d ever met. You were often curious why those same traits didn’t translate to his son. Then again, he had probably been raised as a spoiled brat who got everything his heart desired.
To make matters worse, you had one of those suites with a Jack and Jill bathroom, meaning he could enter yours without difficulty if he wanted. You supposed that was because the rooms were reserved with him and Juyeon in mind. Perhaps the case would be different if you were the first pick for this trip.
You let out a deep exhale, waiting outside of the conference room that Hyunjae was currently in. This was meeting number seven, and the last of the day before you could finally go back to the hotel and relax. You’d be flying back to South Korea the following day on the Lees’ private jet. All of your time in Japan had been spent both sitting in and sitting out of board meetings, so much talk about business plans that you felt dizzy.
All you yearned for was a nice warm bath and some room service, wanting to call it an early night because of your flight in the morning. You were exhausted, eyes growing heavier and heavier the longer Hyunjae sat in that room full of old men that came from bloodlines of money. Even though it was your job to be here, you felt so out of place. There were moments you found yourself contemplating your career path. You were surrounded by people who could just sign a check to get rid of their life problems. That wasn’t you.
Before you can fall down a rabbit hole, the door to the conference room is swinging open and Hyunjae is storming out, some of the other board members calling after him. Your eyes widen and your eyebrows furrow, your body springing up to follow after him. Wearing some flats instead of heels was probably the smartest choice you’d made today, making it less of a struggle to chase after your boss.
“Mr. Lee!” You cup a hand around your mouth, trailing him like a lost puppy to the elevator. It closes before you can get on and you groan, running a hand through your hair frustratedly. As you wait for the next one down, you call the driver so the car is waiting out front. According to the recent weather notification on your phone, it was pouring outside.
The elevator dings when it arrives back at the floor you were on and you hurry to get on, pressing the lobby level aggressively in hopes it would move faster. Even the soothing music playing over the speakers isn’t enough to calm your nerves, picking at your nails as the numbers transition to the corresponding floors you pass. This was one of the numerous occasions you wished your boss wasn’t so impulsive. What did they even say to him in that meeting to cause such a reaction?
The doors open and you’re rushing out, frantically searching for Hyunjae in the lobby. You spot the driver parked under the carport, waiting. Your feet carry you to the car, knocking on the window to get his attention. He rolls it down with a confused look.
“Have you seen Mr. Lee?” You ask, a bit winded by all of the running you’d been doing.
“I thought I saw him walk that way,” he points ahead, though it hardly answers your question. “I didn’t realize you weren’t with him.”
Just fucking peachy. He was making you chase him into the rain now? You needed a pay raise.
Thankfully, it’s a breeze to spot him, since he’s the only person in the crowd without an umbrella. You pinch the bridge of your nose, forcing yourself to walk out into the cold rain, weaving through pedestrians to get to him faster. He’s not much further from you, but you’d rather drag his ass back to the car sooner rather than later, the precipitation seeping through your dress shirt and pants, chilling you to the bone.
“Mr. Lee!”
You reach for his wrist and wrap your fingers around it, yanking slightly to yield his focus. He turns around with hardened features, but they soften just enough for you to notice when he realizes that it’s you. Your lips form a flat line, eyelashes coated with a mixture of mascara and rain water, obscuring your vision.
“I don’t know what happened in there, but I don’t have it in me to ask. Please, can we just go back to the hotel?” You ask almost desperately, teeth beginning to chatter. He frowns, but nods nonetheless, letting you pull him to the safety of the carport— where you’re free from the unrelenting pelts against your body— and into the car.
You don’t say anything the whole drive to the hotel you’re staying at, biting your tongue because you were afraid you might blow up on him over his stupidity and get yourself fired. Your bottom lip quivers and you hug yourself for warmth, the car’s heater failing to bring back the color in your cheeks. In spite of hating nearly everything about him, you thought the one good thing Hyunjae had going for him was his wits. He might’ve been stuck up, but he was smart as hell. Except right now. In your books, he was the biggest idiot in the history of idiots.
The silence continues even after you’ve arrived at your hotel, shadowing you into the elevator and to your respective rooms. You don’t acknowledge him, unlocking your suite and entering to avoid any conversation. The remainder of your energy for the day was used when you were attempting to save him from getting fucking hypothermia.
You stand in the shower until your fingers have pruned, resting your forehead against the frosted glass as the scorching water battered your back, easing the tension in your muscles. While changing into your pajamas, your phone buzzes with a text message.
[9:23pm] mr. lee (DNI): i don’t know if u’ve eaten already, but i ordered a lot of food if u’d like to have some of it.
[9:24pm] mr. lee (DNI): left my bathroom door unlocked so u can just let urself in
Your lips purse as you mull over his offer. It wasn’t exactly an olive branch, but even if it was, you wouldn’t take it as such. You had too much pride for that. Instead you viewed this as him just feeling guilty for having you pursue him in the rain. That was definitely not in your job description. Perhaps he wasn’t as heartless as he made himself out to be, and he just didn’t know how to extend an apology without being awkward about it.
Reluctantly, you give in.
[9:27pm] you: sure. be right there
You slide your feet into your slippers and shuffle through the four doors between the two of you that lead to his suite. It takes everything in you to not visibly react to the difference between your rooms. His is so much more spacious, with enough room for a table and couches, aside from the usual desk. Even he looks expensive, a silk pajama set adorning his body— the first few buttons undone to give you a glimpse of his chest, though it hardly leaves room for the imagination.
Hyunjae sits at the table, various sushi roll platters in front of him. He holds up his chopsticks as he scrolls through his phone mindlessly, glancing up when your slippers shuffle against the floor. He takes in your appearance as quickly as he can without making it obvious, the corner of his lips curling up when he sees the teddy bears on your feet.
“You know, I didn’t think you’d come,” he starts after a few minutes of eating in an awkward quietness. “Not just here, to my room, but on the trip in general. I thought you’d put up a bigger fight to get out of it.”
“It’s part of my job, Mr. Lee.” You say flatly, taking away as much emotion from the statement as you could to avoid getting in an unnecessary argument.
“We’re not at work and it’s outside of working hours, Y/N. You can call me Hyunjae.” He tries to meet your eyes but they’re focused on picking at the skin around your nails, legs criss-crossed on your seat.
“Why do you go by Hyunjae?” You decide to ask, glancing up at him finally. “Your dad said your birth name was Jaehyun.”
“I don’t remember when exactly it was, but when I was in grade school, a classmate called me Hyunjae by accident and it just stuck. I’ve never really liked the name Jaehyun, if I’m being honest. It was a common name, and well, you of all people should know that I’m all about my individuality.” He leans back in his chair a bit, folding his arms over his chest. You ignore how it makes his pectorals squish together. God, you were no better than man…
“Is that why you’re nothing like your father?” You don’t mean to say that out loud. The thought popped into your head, as it always does, and for some reason this time it just shimmies its way through your mouth. You press your lips together, shifting uncomfortably at the sudden tension that arises in the room.
“I’m well aware of what you think of me, Y/N,” he chides, tapping his fingers against his biceps. “You may think you’re good at hiding it, but I’m very perceptive. And I also overheard that conversation with your friend— the one where you were plotting my assassination and whatnot.”
“Are you open to rebuttal?” Perhaps you should just stop talking, maybe pause the hole you were digging yourself into. Did you want to keep your job? Sure this was all off the record, but be fucking for real, it was Hyunjae you were speaking with.
He shrugs. “Shoot. Let’s hear it.”
“You’re kind of a narcissist,” you kick off strong, hitting him right where you think it may hurt. “You don’t take in the consideration of others, and you always have to be correct. If someone even slightly disagrees with you, you lose your shit. You’re condescending, you’re a perfectionist, you’re hot headed, and after the stunt you pulled today, you’ve exhibited that you’re also really fucking irrational. I’ve done so much in the time I’ve been with the company prior to you, I’ve given so much of myself for the improvement that your father was aiming for and you took all that hard work and crushed it between your fingers, just to have me running around like I’m your maid.”
Hyunjae wears an amused smirk on his lips, like he couldn’t be bothered with your grievances. Your eye practically twitches, irritation boiling up like water ready for a pasta dinner. You stab your chopsticks into a piece of sushi with a raised eyebrow.
“You’re cute when you get worked up,” he hums, carding a hand through his hair. “I almost want to keep my thoughts to myself.”
You choke on your saliva, smacking yourself on the chest to regain control of your breathing. Whatever you were expecting him to say wasn’t that. Should he even be calling you that? He was your boss. Not just that, but you sort of hated everything there was to hate about him. The tiny compliment shouldn’t make both of your heartbeats quicken.
“W-What are you talking about?”
Hyunjae stands from his chair, walking around the table to sit on the edge of the desk in the room, not much further away but enough distance to keep you calm. He rolls his neck, scratching at the nape to relieve some of the awkwardness seeping into the suite. “My father has done nothing but sing your praises since he hired you. I know how capable you are of this job, Y/N. I know that you’ve accomplished more than individuals who have been with the company even longer than you. Trust me, I know.”
“Then why do you discard me the way you do? Why do you treat me like I don’t know what I’m doing?” This time you don’t stop the emotions from creeping beneath your words, your voice cracking just slightly. If Hyunjae heard, he makes no effort to show it.
“Because, I had to keep myself as far from you as possible,” he admits, finally making eye contact. “From the moment I laid eyes on you, I was fucked. I knew I wouldn’t be able to control myself around you and as your boss, I couldn’t do that. As my father’s son, I couldn’t do that. So I resorted to the next best thing, making you hate me and having you do shitty side tasks to separate myself from you. I thought, ‘If she thinks I’m the worst boss ever, she’ll want nothing to do with me’. And that’s exactly what my goal was. But now you’re here in Tokyo, alone with me in my hotel room and I’m starting to rethink that decision.”
You stare at him— mouth agape, heart in your throat. Once upon a time, you believed Lee Hyunjae was one of the brightest, smartest businessmen of your generation. It seemed that he just wanted to go and prove you wrong on that today, in multiple instances. How could someone be so fucking stupid? You were genuinely curious what went through his head.
“You’re unbelievable,” you scoff, a laugh devoid of humor sneaking in along with it as you stand from your own chair. “Actually unbelievable. What made you think that was a good idea? You made me feel like I wasn’t good enough to be in this position because you didn’t think you could keep it in your pants around me?”
And just as you’re about to leave, he wraps his fingers around your wrist to stop you. You were getting a weird sense of déjà vu. He pulls you into his chest, your body sandwiched between his legs as he holds you close to him. Your eyes are wide and your lips are parted. (Though you don’t know if it’s out of shock, sudden arousal, or both.)
In this proximity, you can see every small detail of his face. From the freckle on the bridge of his nose to the thick eyelashes framing dark eyes to the softness of his lips. You’ve never had the opportunity to properly look at Hyunjae, always too pissed off to even be within ten feet of him. But standing here— face-to-face, eye-to-eye— you’re starting to wish the object of your hatred and many complaints wasn't so handsome.
“If you push me away now, I’ll leave you alone forever,” he breathes, hands fisting the material of your pajama top, as if that would ground him. “If you tell me there’s absolutely no possibility of you wanting me back, I’ll let you go back to your room like none of this happened.”
You don’t respond. The words are right there. They’re perched on the tip of your tongue, just anticipating to climb out of your mouth and put him in his place. It’s been months of constantly feeling like you were meaningless to the company you’ve given so many sleepless nights to— months of second guessing just how much you’ve actually contributed. But with one glance down to your lips with eyes resembling the night sky, Hyunjae has managed to wipe all of that from your memory.
So instead of turning around— instead of walking through the four doors that divide your hotel rooms— you stay planted between his thighs, grabbing the sides of his face and pulling his lips onto your own.
He groans into the kiss, tightening his grip on your shirt and bringing you closer to him. You feel him against your stomach, hard and ready for you, ready for any contact you’re willing to give him. It’s so much and too little at the same time, fingers slipping beneath your top and searing your skin.
He nips at your bottom lip, as if asking for permission to permeate your mouth with his tongue. You welcome the wet muscle with gratitude, moaning when it tangles with yours. The blunt edges of his nails dig into your lower back when the sound hits his ears. You tug at the hairs on the base of his neck, one hand sliding down the front of his body to feel him up.
Through the thin silk of his pajamas you can make out the outline of his sculpted torso. If Hyunjae was more coherent and less intoxicated by your lips on his, he’d tease you for your desperation. But because he's neither of those, he, too, finds himself clawing at every bit of fabric of your clothing he can, longing to touch anything he can get his hands on. You feel drunk, and you wonder if he makes you feel like this with his lips alone, what else can he do?
The straps of your top fall off your shoulders the longer you stand there, making out like it was second nature to both of you. When you take a step back to catch your breath, lips swollen and glistening with a mixture of both yours and his saliva. Your chests are heaving up and down, foreheads resting on the other’s.
“Can I take that as a yes?” Hyunjae rasps, pushing your straps further down your arms. You whine, connecting your mouths again. This was embarrassing enough, you didn’t want to have to say the words out loud. Saying it out loud made this real, and you didn’t want to accept the fact that you were about to fuck your boss.
He chuckles against your lips, undoing the buttons of his shirt without parting from your kiss. You help him toss it somewhere in the room, your hands groping his arms and squeezing his biceps. He spins the two of you around so you’re the one with the edge of the desk on your back. His arms hook under your thighs, placing you on the surface so it’s less strain on his neck as he leans down.
You instinctively spread your legs to make room for him, throwing your head back with a drawn out sigh when he presses two fingers to your core. Even with your panties and your flimsy pajama shorts in the way, the pressure relieves some of the ache you feel in your gut. Your top slips off enough that your bare breasts are now on full display for Hyunjae. He keeps circling your clit through your clothes, mouth enveloping one of your peaked nipples and tongue swirling around the sensitive bud.
“C-Can’t hold on anymore,” you whimper. “Need to cum on your cock.”
Something shifts in Hyunjae when he hears you beg. You’d always been so set in stone when it came to standing your ground, so for you to surrender yourself to him, in spite of reiterating how much you despise him, it did a number on his sanity. You have no idea what you’ve just done to him.
“No foreplay? Think you can handle it, sweetheart?” He goads, but his fingers dip into the waistband of both your underwear and your shorts to pull them down your legs anyway.
“You’re talking a whole lot for someone who’s still wearing their pants.” You bite back, but almost immediately retract your words when he rids them, revealing that he wasn’t wearing anything underneath them. No fucking wonder you could feel him so much.
He’s huge, like so huge you kind of regret skipping the foreplay. But it was too late to go back now, your pride as big as his dick. One of your hands reaches to wrap around his length, your teeth finding purchase on your lip as you stroke him gently. Every pulse and every vein beneath your touch has you curling your toes in excitement. He hisses when your thumb swipes over his tip, collecting the precum that’s formed there.
Hyunjae drags you closer to the edge, prying your legs wider so he fits perfectly between them. You guide him to your entrance, a moan ripping from your throat when he presses into you. He’s not even fully sheathed inside of you, but the stretch is so fucking delicious, stinging just enough that it provides pleasure rather than pain. He pulls out to drive back in and repeats, a little deeper each time he does.
When he bottoms out, his hips snap into yours, large hands keeping your thighs apart as he begins to thrust into you. His cock is snug within your warm walls, kissing so deep inside that you start to see stars well before the coil in your abdomen has begun to wind up. The noises leaving your mouth are insane, loud and echoing throughout the hotel room. It made shame bubble up in your chest, because why couldn’t your detestation overpower the urge to crumble at his fingertips?
“Fuck you’re so tight,” Hyunjae groans, eyes concentrated on where his cock slips in and out of you. “You needed this, huh? Needed me to fuck you real good? Like a filthy slut?”
You’ve never thought you’d be into degradation. In fact, a man calling you demeaning names actually pissed you off. So you felt like you’d end up picking a fight if ever in the situation where someone tried to degrade you. However, the words falling from Hyunjae’s lips have the opposite effect on you. They have you clenching around him and mewling like a goddamn pornstar.
His pace is relentless, inching you closer and closer to your breaking point. He lays you flat on the desk, one hand gripping your hip and the other sneaking to your clit. His thumb rubs ovular motions into the engorged skin, his body folding over yours to capture your lips with his. He swallows your cries when your climax washes over you suddenly, your walls fluttering around his cock.
Hyunjae pulls out before he can follow suit, flipping you onto your stomach like you were a fucking pancake. He bends you over the edge of the desk as his thumb continues to circle your clit slowly, languidly just to ride out your high. He propels forward, his dick still so hard as it breaches your hole once again. He curses, extra sensitive after depriving himself of his own orgasm.
You push back on him, wanting to feel him even deeper. Your whole body burns beneath him, his chest slick with sweat as it presses you flat to the desk. You need him everywhere, God you want him everywhere. It’s not enough to have him buried inside of you. You need to be one with him; one body, one mind, one soul. You need him filling your senses— blinding your sight, obstructing your scent, stealing your touch, invading your taste, muting your hearing.
Okay, now let’s resume.
“Look at you, rutting against me like a fucking bitch in heat,” Hyunjae growls, lips beside your ear as he pounds into you from behind, your hair wrapped tightly around his fist. “Thought you hated me, sweetheart.”
“I— fuck— I do,” you whine, back arching off of the desk and into his chest. “I hate you s-so goddamn much.”
“Yeah? I’m sure you do. You hate me so much, yet you want me to fuck you full of my cum, don’t you? Gonna let me finish inside you?” His voice is exerted, and you can tell he’s close. But you are too, so you’re not above pleading for your sweet release. Not when it rewards you so well.
“Mhm,” you whimper, cheek smushed to the surface under you. “Please, Jae… Need it so— oh my god— need it s-o bad.”
Hyunjae hikes one of your knees onto the desk, allowing him to plunge extensively. Your clit bumps the edge, that coil in your stomach fracturing little by little until it’s busted completely and you’re a babbling, incomprehensible mess. The sight of you fucked absolutely stupid tips Hyunjae into his own spiral, painting your velvety walls with thick ropes of his cum. He lets his forehead fall on your shoulder, rocking into you with delayed groans as he spills all he has to offer you. It’s so much that even his cock plugging you up isn’t sufficient to keep it from dribbling along your thighs.
You’re both too winded to move, much less fathom what just happened. You feel him panting on your back, eyes shut as you also attempt to regain your bearings. Where the hell do you go from here?
“H-Hyunjae…” You wince when he stirs inside of you. “Can— uh— can you pull out?”
He grunts as he carefully does what you’ve asked, running a hand down his face when more of his release trickles out of you. He knew you couldn’t afford another round. Just by looking at you he can see how spent you are. What you needed was another bath and some good rest. Without skipping a beat, he reaches out to tuck some strands of your hair that were stuck to your face behind your ear, wiping away the sweat that glued itself there.
“We have a lot to talk about,” he says, grasping your hands and caressing the backs with his thumbs. “But that can wait until tomorrow. For now, just let me take care of you, okay?”
“Okay.” You agree, tone no more voluminous than a whisper.
You did have a lot to discuss pertaining to tonight, but that wasn’t a priority at the moment. Who really cared that you supposedly hated your boss? All you could focus on was how gentle his fingers were as he washed your body for you, massaging your muscles so delicately you might as well have melted in the palms of his hands. And all you could pay attention to was the hushed sound of his voice as he kissed your temple and lulled you to sleep, within the comfort of his arms.
Yeah. You could revisit the whole Lee Hyunjae hatred train another day.
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Any way you could write a scene where Adam is punished in a sexual way and reader does that? Aftercare of course. Dom!Reader and Sub!Adam
I got you hun, hope ya like it xoxo/p
Everything I love, I guess it makes me damned
pairing: Adam x male!reader
warnings: language, spanking, punishment, dom/sub undertone
note: not beta read bc fuck you I don't have beta readers
When Adam had first agreed to the deal you had offered him he had expected nothing of it. He had been reborn as a sinner, had lost his path and his soul, so what was the difference between giving it up and giving it to you? The protection that came when he gave it to you. He had been stupid enough to trust someone like you, an overlord, a sinner. And look where that got him.
He was kneeling on the bed, next to him you sat on the edge of it. A purple glowing metal collar appeared around the first man’s beck, it was uncomfortably tight and Adam’s hands reached for it the second it appeared, trying to tear it away from his skin, trying to break free. But the magic of deals wasn’t that easy to break. A chain was attached to the collar, glowing in the same shade of purple, on the other end of the chain, your hand. “I said,” you growled angrily and harshly yanked on the chain, forcing Adam to bend down against his will, and a second of losing his balance was enough to fall over entirely. His chest crashed down on your legs, knocking what little air was left inside his lungs out of him, a small whimper escaped him as his head hung down in defeat, “Bend down, Adam.” And even though you were harsh and your tone was sour, maybe even angry, you didn’t insult him like others of your kind would have, you stayed somewhat respectful. You grabbed a firm hold of his body and shoved him forwards a little,his hip bone pressed against your thighs and you felt him shudder as you snapped your finger. Did you do it extra loudly to give the first man somewhat of a warning? Maybe. And with that snap the fabric that had covered his once holy body was gone, there was nothing hiding his skin anymore and Adam really wasn’t sure if he was enjoying himself or if he was afraid of what was yet to come.
Your hand found his jaw, squeezing it tightly as you turned his face your way, “I own your soul, Adam. You do as I say, if you don’t things won’t work out as well as they had been between us. Is that clear?” Adam’s eyes didn’t even dare to look at you, he focused on everything that wasn’t you just to not look you in the eyes. He also decided to remain silent. Your hand crashed down onto the soft skin of his asscheeks and a loud slapping sound filled the room. Adam gasped, his back arched in a way that looked a little too wonderful, a little too divine. Because how was it possible for one to look like the most holy creature while being punished by such an impure thing like you? It was truly a mystery. “Answer, when I ask you questions. Is that clear, Adam?” And that was when his eyes met yours for the first time, “Yes, Sir.” He spat the words out as if it would physically hurt him to say them, and maybe it did hurt him, not really physically but definitely mentally. Adam wasn’t used to submitting to someone, he had always been the Adam, a person that was admired and liked, people respected him. Down in hell none of these things were the case and ever since he had sold his soul to you, he was on a tight leash - quite literally. You weren’t taking advantage of the possession of the first man’s soul very often, it rarely happened, but when you did, it was always because Adam was misbehaving. “Good, “ you hummed, quite content that he had given in so soon, so easily. That would make the following punishment a lot easier.
A thing you had been quick to figure out was, despite Adam claiming otherwise he was quite enjoying himself during those punishments of you. When you had first spanked his nude ass, he had managed to orgasm without any stimulation, the only thing that had gotten him hard and over the edge had been spanks. And back then you had been quite impressed, Adam wasn’t exactly giving kinky vibes, you had always taken him for a vanilla sort of guy before that accident had happened. And from then on his misbehavior only worsened, you were aware he was doing it on purpose, that all he wanted to get out of it was yet another spanking session. So you gave him distance instead. He had not taken that sort of punishment very well and looking back it had definitely been wrong from your end, but at the time Adam had deserved it. It’s nothing you would do again to punish him though.
The praise vibrated through Adam’s body and he shivered a little as your hand came down on his ass again, harder, more violent. He didn’t mind, he knew he deserved it. Not only for acting up against you but for what he had done in general. He wasn’t as pure and perfect as he had made people believe he was and he deserved to be punished. Your hand hit his butt cheek again, more and more force was involved and it punched the prettiest sounds out of Adam the first man was enjoying this more than he should have and it really didn’t take him long to get hard against your thighs, oh and the feeling of the control you had over this man tasted more divine than Adam’s imperfect and stained lips ever could. The spanks kept getting harder, firmer, harsher. You were getting more and more violent with him and he loved it, lived for it, drowned in it. “Fuck,” he breathed out, his eyes were closed, his face was scrunched up and his tried to create as much friction as possible in order to get him off - and while this was supposed a punishment, you also wanted him to enjoy it to a certain level. Yet you grabbed his hips hard to stop their movement. “Nuh uh,” you mumbled and you were pretty sure he felt your words more than he actually heard them when a desperate whine fell from his lips, followed by a loud, painful scream. Good, you were reaching that stage. The stage in which Adam is enjoying himself very much, but his ass is sore enough to also cause him to voice the pain you bring him. A weak, barely audible, “Please,” fell from his lips and his eyes met yours. There were tears welling up in them and the golden orbs of his looked shiny, so broken yet lust and desire was reflecting in them, telling you that he was okay. You kept one hand on his hips to keep them still as you spanked his ass again, leaving angry red handprints on soft, milky skin. You watched in delight as Adam started to drool from the pleasure he was feeling, the first man completely out of his mind and you enjoyed every single little second of it.
His eyes looked hazy, as if they were clouded by smoke and he struggled with keeping them open, that’s how fucked out he was, salvia dripped from the corner of his mouth onto the floor and he was breathing heavily. It was only then that you noticed the hot, sticky liquid that stained your pants from the outside. Adam had come undone without friction, the simple act of spanking him had sent him over the edge.
You were quick to lift him into your arms, his body was completely limb and if he wouldn’t be so hot and if breath wouldn’t go so hard, you would’ve been afraid he might be dead. But Adam was very much alive, totally out of his mind, but alive. You carefully got up with Adam in your arms to gently lay him down onto the soft mattress, the first man clung onto you like his life was depending on it and in that exact situation it probably was, you were the only thing that tied you to reality. Once his back hit the mattress, you removed one hand from his body to snap your fingers yet again to remove the dirty clothes from your body, leaving you in your boxershorts only. You carefully lifted Adam’s upper body a little and sat down behind him, your back hitting the headboard as you pulled the first man against your chest. Your hands disappeared in his hair and your lips brushed the shell of ear as you whispered, “You did so well Adam, you did so perfectly fine.” A small hum fell from the brunette’s lips as he snuggĺed up against your naked chest, salvia met your skin as the former angel continued drooling, you didn’t mind that at all though. You made sure he kept breathing, checked that he wouldn’t choke on his spit and kept his body warm by pulling a blanket over both of your bodies. He would fall asleep soon and when he would wake up hours later, you would be there to carry him through the consequences that spanking brought. But for now the fallen angel was all yours, yours to hold and protect, yours to take care of. His complaining was what would follow later.
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What are your thoughts on Squidbob tell me now
HI!!! i know you said now and it's been a few hours but we'll put it up to time zones. anyway, i was thinking about this ask and ultimately it's that quote from dan in that interview, right? "best friends, arch enemies, husbands, business partners, partners in crime, soul mates, just mates, who the fuck knows?"
obviously it's antagonistic, but on spongebob's part, it's unintentional (my knowledge is rusty, and i'm not fully caught up on spongebob, though i've seen a few squidbob moments from more recent eps) and when he does hurt squidward, he genuinely feels bad about it – when he picks up on it, at least. but, like, when squidward says spongebob has hurt his feelings or when it's really obvious, spongebob takes accountability and tries to right his wrong(s). even if that means making the situation worse, lol
AT THE SAME TIME, yes, squidward can really hurt spongebob and even enjoys seeing him hurt, but he understands when things have gone too far, and it seems to me like he doesn't just want to be in spongebob's good books for the sake of his reputation. take "fools in april" for example: squidward really hurts spongebob with his "prank" and it's a very public prank where people make clear their disapproval of his actions. of course, no one wants to be seen as the huge asshole, and squidward even says "it hurts, doesn't it?" to plankton when plankton becomes the most hated thing in bikini bottom. BUT when squidward apologises to spongebob, while he struggles, it's clear he wants to (he just physically can't) and he doesn't know everyone else is at spongebob's house. he genuinely just wants spongebob to like him again. (plus, he finds it humiliating when it's revealed other people are there – clearly, it's not about reputation)
the other obvious one is "dying for pie" where he puts spongebob's life in danger and realises he doesn't want to be responsible for spongebob's death nor does he really want spongebob to die at all.
it's also insanely cute to me that he's, like, as far as i know, the only one who calls spongebob "sponge" – i don't think i've heard any other character refer to spongebob like that . . . except maybe patrick? but i might be confusing it with a – you guessed it – squidbob scene.
also the way squidward's voice goes all soft when he calls "spongebob sponge" :') and how he's protective of spongebob too. like in "pizza delivery", when the customer is rude to spongebob and spongebob sobs, we can infer squidward KNOCKED THE GUY OUT!!!!! and he went back over to spongebob and reassured him that the customer was happy with the order and everything was ok :)
squidward also gets flustered when spongebob compliments him and spongebob likes it when squidward is having fun. i think deep down, they both genuinely care for each other, and they both want the other to be happy, they just have different ideas of happiness and aren't sure how to get them to align. there's really great potential there, and i personally love relationships like theirs where it's just so fucked and they're more prone for divorce but they keep remarrying anyway
sorry for this mostly focussing on squidward . . . spongebob is a bit more complicated to me bc he's a mix of childish and mature and you're never entirely sure when which facet will be more prominent. ultimately though i think they have the potential to balance each other out but still have a good time together (as in, they won't settle right into "BORED old married couple"). when i have more thoughts on spongebob's side of the relationship, i will let you know o7
i know this spawned from the "to be loved is to be changed" post tags, but for squidbob's part i feel i was mostly joking or i probably made a tblitbc comment while watching spongebob with my irl and i've forgotten why, LOL – let me think on it some more and let me watch more of the show, and i'll get back to you on that. :)
#oc#answered#anon#squidbob#sorry this is so long and probably an inaccurate assessment of their characters. i've thought on these things but i still always feel like#i'm just making stuff up as i go. i don't really know when i'll ever feel qualified to speak on anything other than yaoi – and i've been#into yaoi since i was a little girl (ever since i was a little girl i always knew i wanted to be a fujoshi) so. you know how it is#regardless i hope you enjoyed my response and i'm always down to talk about squidbob (and spongebob in general) with people ^_^#thanks for the ask luv!! <3#long post
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enstars headcanons
ok im going in order but i dont have headcanons for a few characters for sure. so. whatever on we go . just saying in advance these are mostly gender and Autism
fine:
eichi tenshouin: look i cant say anythinf about this guy hes already canonically terminally ill and gay. like what do you want me to do
wataru hibiki: genderfluid. whatever gender fits the performance. shes the moment hes the star theyre the epitome of an actor
tori: boy you are so gnc. princess but not a girl you know
yuzuru: has definitely had impulse thoughts about dying his hair and having a scene phase at 3 am
trickstar
hokuto: bigender. sooooo queer . also autistic
mao: um ritsu braided his hair sometimes when they were younger
ryuseitai:
chiaki: trans guy i have many feelings about this but he leans into the hero thing because its gender affirming. also autism
kanata: no gender only blublublub. likes wearing long skirts. filipino. has like 1 million fish earrings. also autism
tetora: TRANSMASC ‼️💥💪
midori: transfem... also autistic.. she is so important
shinobu: Autism Autism Autism. bonus the detachment from gender that sometimes comes with the autism but he hasnt really thought about it. hes just some guy
alkaloid:
hiiro: transmasc autistic i will die on this hill
aira: my lovely mutuals have convinced me with blasian aira its canon to me now. white french? no. cowards happyele are cowards i tell you. theres such a vast portion of the francophone world that is not white . also transmasc
mayoi: scaredgirl weirdboy core. whatever gender is easier at the moment. she likes being pretty
tatsumi: ok yknow what. fuck it. aroace tatsumi
eden:
nagisa: so much autism. nonbinary guy. religious trauma
ibara: lesbian. not going to elaborate bc thats not my problem ibara is just a lesbian
hiyori: hes just gay idk what to tell you. cisboy gay who is so annoying. when people complain about "gay isn't a personality trait" theyre complaining about him. also chubby
jun: also gay but fans love him for being normal about it. one of his main motivations for working out is being able to princess carry hiyori. hes so polite usually its insane but with eden he doesnt care because he loves them so hes a bit of a bitch
valkyrie:
shu: god is a woman and her name is shu itsuki. transfem and autistic i will Also die on this hill.
mika: transmasc and autistic
2wink:
hinata: men liker but dont ask me about her gender idk
yuuta: i see those slipups in twin peaks girl u are transfem nonbinary i think
crazy:b:
rinne: bigender [wild cheering] also demi aka down bad for niki specifically
niki: tboy swag but hes not really bothered too much about medically transitioning. arospec i think
himeru: Sooooo nonbinary. so so so nonbinary. i like to hc afab nonbinary himeru and mainly got top surgery to more easily pass as kaname but like gahdamn of course you have blue hair and pronouns (they/it/no pronouns)
kohaku: tboy swag . the gender in crazy:b is off the charts
Undead:
rei: 1 million genderqueer and SO gay. has all the problems of an older sister but also the hotness that comes with issues u know.
kaoru: ok. bear with me. aussie. also transfem... like what do you mean you hate men and only hang out with girls. definitely arospec
koga: AUTISM!! weirdgirl to autism boy wonder transmasc swag pipeline
adonis: also autism. he can be gnc. as a treat
akatsuki:
keito: come on man we all know youre gay and insufferable about it
kuro: he should get to have piercings i think
souma: autism boy wonder. while you were busy learning social cues he was studying the blade. also applies to gender norms
ra*bits:
nazuna: boy there is something gender going on with you. weirdboy or maybe a gender cis people have never heard of.
tomoya: That Is The Normalest Girl I've Ever Seen
mitsuru: autism
hajime: girl what is your gender. hes like the narrator of the arch nemesis cynthia post. so poor they cant afford a gender
knights:
tsukasa: autistic and please please please let him be chubby. staring at happyele with my biggest saddest eyes Please let tsukasa be chubby. while you're at it can he wear a skirt. please
leo: ok i give a lot of characters autism because i have autism and i get it but i think leo has adhd
izumi: agender. any pronouns. idk what to tell you he said in next door that he doesnt care about gender only beauty
arashi: only normal one in knights. i love aranee she should get 1 million hours to stress bake if she wants to
ritsu: ah i understand why vampires are gay. occasionally a girl if its funny
switch:
natsume: Diversity win!! the angry witch is transmasc!!! neurodivergent but i think its funnier if i dont specify.
tsumugi: new gender unlocked its pathetic wifeguy. hes every spirit in the fields of punishment and he does it willingly for natsume
sora: wahoo autism ^_^ yippee!!
madara: is cowboy a gender?
feel free to reblog and throw in ur own headcanons i love hearing other fans hcs it is so awesome!!
#puddle talks#oh god#tagging time...#enstars#ensemble stars#enstars headcanons#eichi tenshouin#wataru hibiki#tori himemiya#yuzuru fushimi#chiaki morisawa#hokuto hidaka#mao isara#sorry i have no thoughts on th e rest of trickstar. oops. no hcs anyway#kanata shinkai#tetora nagumo#midori takamine#shinobu sengoku#hiiro amagi#aira shiratori#mayoi ayase#tatsumi kazehaya#nagisa ran#ibara saegusa#hiyori tomoe#jun sazanami#hinata aoi#yuuta aoi#shu itsuki#mika kagehira
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Wheel of Time - Thoughts and Spoilers
Not quite caught up on Wheel of Time, but my thoughts through episode 3:
The Seanchan design is so extra and it's absolutely perfect
Uno was... not enough of a fan favorite I guess? tbh I don't have strong opinions on him, and he's kind of one of those characters that didn't really have any relevance past book 2 but RJ kept writing obligatory scenes with him bc that man did not know how to just let characters go, so it's probably best to have him go out with a bang and be unambiguously dead in a very dramatic way.
I'm glad they did let him say "fuck" before he died, though, having a character whose only personality trait is that he swears all the time in a world where the worst swear is "bloody" is weaksauce.
Elayne is such a delightfully earnest but not in touch at all princess, I love it, it's like the perfect balance of clearly privileged but still honorable without being all "not like Other Nobles."
actually all the characters' personalities pop more in the show, like RJ never really gave his characters more personality than Stoic Man and Scheming Woman; and when he tried it was just a sort of weak, washed out personality. In hindsight I honestly don't know why I liked those books so much. I think some of it was because the world was so vast and the characters were so bland it was easy to insert your own thoughts into it.
the fake out with the Arches was so good! like it honestly caught me by surprise, thinking this was just another alteration the show made. I kind of thought Egwene was going to activate her dream magic and rescue Nynaeve, but I guess it did follow the book fairly closely after all, just with more drama.
speaking of dream magic, I like the way they seem to be playing Perrin's wolf-dream powers more as visions overlaying the real world instead of extended dream sequences, which also seems like it's easier from a production standpoint but also makes the wolf magic feel more grounded.
and speaking of Aes Sedai ceremonies, I appreciate the lack of gratuitous female nudity. In fact they seem to have upped the gratuitous male nudity quite a bit. The women and queers took over that world and made it their own and I love it
Just, the casual way that the showrunners decided that queer people exist, and also that people fuck without being weird and repressed about it is so refreshing.
speaking of weird repressed sexuality, the design for the Seanchan channeler whatsits is so much more creepy and so much less fetish-y than the books and I love it. (I do also wonder if from a cinematography pov it was decided it was too difficult to have people on leashes and get good camera angles)
Rand in the psych ward was a good touch, it was so nice to see him actually doing things instead of sitting around angsting, and being kind and caring and having a personality, even if there was an ulterior motive. Also having him meet Logain this early instead of waiting twelve books was an excellent choice because I spent those twelve books frothing at the mouth wondering when the two were going to meet; the setup with the scene in the cage and the actual payoff of them meeting for the first time in the books was such a letdown, this was so much more dramatic and fulfilling.
not having Logain at the White Tower is going to make the attack on the white Tower interesting, though. And Min also left. Maybe they'll wind up back there somehow? Because I did like that awkward little travel party. And it throws off my trans channeler fic that I may or may not actually have written down somewhere, but oh well.
I like show!Min a lot, she's a lot sharper and more bitter than book!Min, but she also has even more lesbian energy than RJ's Only Woman In The World Who Wears Pants (Gasp!) and I don't see her pairing well with Rand. But also Rand hasn't actually met any of his love interests, so I'm curious to see how the show decides to play it. Maybe they'll lean into the polycule aspect and have the girls get together with each other too? They do seem to be foreshadowing that (hello Alanna)
Wheel of Time Books: you know that Alanna...has two Warders... two men at her beck and call... if you know what I mean ;)... haha no of course they don't... unless ;)
Wheel of Time Show: they fuck. they're fucking. they have bisexual fucking threesomes all the fucking time and they're so fucking horny in front of everyone and we fucking love it. And they bring her snacks.
I kind of wanted to see Mat beat up Galad, but maybe they'll work that in later.
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thoughts on toa
ok so everyone is doing this so imma do it too.
So when I first started reading toast I was like "lesters funny but he's kinda a drama king and thats annoying me a lil" but then,,, like- he started realizing "oH. I FUCKED UP A LIL AS A GOD" and once he started realizing that and acting on the idea that he needed to start being better, hE ACTUALLY BECAME SUCH A GOOD CHARACTER (not that he wasn't already but yk)
So like it kinda when like this
The hidden Oracle: Lester starts as a drama king and I didn't rlly like him too much at first. Like I would literally cringe every paragraph bc he was still in the "im a God and I'm better than u mortals" mindset which is probably why he annoyed me at first. But then he started realizing stuff like, "oh ya maybe that was my fault" example, Daphne and hyacinth. And then also realizing that everyone didn't love him, they just didn't disrespect him bc he could have smited them when he was a god
The dark prophecy: I liked this one a lot actually. Bc meg came back and it showed how much Lester loved her (as a sister) and also had Lester realize that he was kinda petty as a god and that he could have helped a lot more people. AND,,, THERE WAS A OLD LESBIAN COUPLE WHICH I LOVE (I can't remember their names T^T) NOT TO MENTION LEO CAME BACK!!! and the hunters of Artemis, I love them sm.
Burning maze: ...so- I already had spoilers for this one so everytime Callugulas (?) Or Jason's name came out I started tearing up thinking abt what was gonna happen. And Lester sacrificing himself was everything. Literally I was terrified but at the Sam time iT SHOWED SO MUCH GROWTH!!! But honestly I'm glad Jasper broke up bc it was so forced- AND GROVER!!! I LITERALLY SQUEALED WHEN GROVER SHOWED UP!!! and I love all of the dryads sm. And loved coach hedge as well. But honestly it was a rlly good read!! I mean in my opinion Rick is better at first person than 3rd tbh. And Piper slayed. I love her.
The tyrants tomb: ok, I'mma just be honest here, I cried the most during this book. Between Lester almost dying, all of the mentions of Jason, all of the minor characters that died, and everything else, my eyes literally stung by the time I finished reading- BUT DONS DEATH HAD ME BAWLING. I LITERALLY WAS CRYING MY EYES OUT. AND DAKOTA DIED TOO!! I LOVED HIS CHARACTER!!! oh and Artemis and Apollos reunion was SOOO sweet (yes I cried when that happened too). And frazel <33 AND OH MY GODS DON'T GET ME STARTED ON REYNA!!! I LOVED HER BEFORE TTT BUT SHE JUST GOT BETTER!!! I love her sm. And hazel as well!!! AND OH MY GODS (AGAIN) LAVINA!!! MY LIL PINK HAIRED LESBIAN! I LIVE FOR HER CHARACTER! and lavina x poison oak forever bc I love them. But Don 😭 I literally died inside when he died. And oh Hades, meg and her armed unicorns- that was everything- and Apollo seeing how his actions hurt other people like the silent god and the voice in the jar (I'm terrible at names sorry) was such a character arch as well.
Tower of Nero: I'm just gonna say it,the solangelo in this book gave me life. They were so CUTE. and the ....hat creatures (i can't spell their name) were hilarious ngl. AND RACHEL SAW THE BROOKLYN HOUSE AND ONE OF FELIX'S PENGUINS- I LITERALLY STARTED LAUGHING SO HARD DURING THAT SCENE- oh my gods and don't get me started on how much the python and Apollo scene scared me. I was like holy shit Apollos gonna die! Dues flash, he didn't but yk- and meg and Apollo were the best. AND LOU!!! OH MY GODS I LOVED HER!! and I feel bad for all of neros adopted kids :( but Apollo after he became a god again literally shocked me so much- like- he forgave his father!! That shocked me so so much but I was so proud of him 😭
Anyways overall, I loved this series so much. The characters were amazing,the plot was amazing, Apollos character arch was wonderfully written- and I just loved it.
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i decided to make a list of 15 of my favorite plot devices
i think they're mostly in order but all things are subject to change. time to explain my passions
1. asexuals - self-explanatory. the best number one joy of all time is when there is an asexual person, canonically, and not just in my mind palace. so far no show has managed to do this except fucking shadowhunters (and bojack horseman ig but it's not my thing). i know there are people out there who can write way better than the shadowhunters writing room but i don't know why they aren't getting on this. tick tock. example: raphael shadowhunters
2. amnesia - notably different from dementia, which is depressing and bad (thinking about you, dean winchester). amnesia is only good because eventually they get it back. the best thing about amnesia is that it shows you who your Little Guy (gender neutral) is with everything stripped away from them including their sense of self. do they still go for the same kind of coffee? do they still click with the same people they used to love? can they still fight? what do they stand for? it's very rewarding when your little guy acts the same way without knowing why. it's also especially cool for action heroes bc they'll still be able to win a fight and it's like wow <3 fight scenes with emotional stakes!! also i love that it gives us a mystery to solve. sometimes a partially amnesiac character is amnesiac because they did a terrible crime. and they've got to solve it while accidentally working against their past self. fun! examples: fang from ff13. wolverine. why, who did you think i was going to use
3. brainwashing - for the same reasons as amnesia. it's the same concept: take away everything and who is your little guy? the real little guy is in there and they are working so hard to get out. also they will be sooo sad about all the crimes they did later. example: fenris dragon age. d'avin killjoys. and okay fine one other guy we're not talking about
4. enemies to lovers - what's better than two people wanting to murder each other until they don't......always a good side of bickering with this as well. main draw tho is the process of simply two people getting to know one another in the way that you can tell strangers things you can't tell your friends. it's more work to love someone when you hate them and with more work comes a better reward. also, sexual tension. example: so many. fenris/hawke. fenris/anders. botw link/zelda. john/aeryn. bonnie and damon if the cw weren't cowards and i don't even like damon i think he's unforgivably horrible (derogatory)
5. monster under the bed character - i don't know if this has a real name. it's like the One Guy (again, gender neutral) who has shaped the protagonist's whole life who is threat number one in any given situation. Primal Fear of this guy and all they represent is similar to how little kids are scared of the monster under the bed hence the name. it's not JUST an arch enemy or an antagonist it's like. the only enemy that matters. not a bad guy but THE bad guy. if you can boil someone's issues down and stuff them all into a single person and then also make that person scary. and then also they can fight!! fuck yeah fight scenes!!! if you're really lucky this will overlap with either somebody's parent or somebody's ex. examples: AUGH SO MANY. for dean winchester it's yellow eyes. for sam winchester it's lucifer. for fenris it's danarius. for jace wayland it's valentine. for dutch killjoys it's khlyen. for anakin skywalker it's palpatine. for derek hale it's kate argent. going nuts just thinking about it
6. reluctant assassins - crucially if they don't care about being assassins it doesn't work for me (sorry kassandra asscreed). i went into this in more detail here but your assassin simply Must be compromised in some way so they can regret all their little crimes later. otherwise what's the point?? this overlaps so thoroughly with brainwashed iedk if it should count as its own entry but whatever. examples: fenris dragon age. dutch killjoys. d'avin killjoys. elliot leverage. and the other one
7. two-person love triangle - this is a very specific sub-example of secret identities in general which ARE good except they're usually in superhero media and i am really just so totally fucking over the entire CONCEPT of superheroes. anyway it's when one person has a secret identity and the other person forms a relationship with their "real" identity and their "secret" one. and then they feel conflicted about loving two people at once and having to choose but SURPRISE it's the same person! i like this because it has anti love triangle energy. lots of romantic tension and none of the dumb fucking YA bullshit. (apologies to YA.) example: arthur and merlin (who is also "emrys" at least in fanfic)
8. 4th wall shit - when the piece of media is in your house with you. i don't feel i need to clarify further than this because dr gaster is probably spying on me as we speak. examples: everything toby fox has ever made. s*pernatural, sometimes. i also had a deeply haunted experience with final fantasy x.
9. last guy (gender neutral) standing - part of a team or group that got tragically mcmurder prior to the start of the story and this person is so terribly sad about it. crucially this has to be a side character whose relationships with dead people are more important than or equally important to their relationships with the current living cast members. character deaths you almost agree with because then at least they can be with their fallen buds. examples: auron from ffx, noel from ffxiii
10. immortal characters - for the same reasons as above but also they CAN'T DIE EVER so they don't even have that to look forward to. also sometimes they wind up being science experiments. examples: jesse turner from @cambionverse (sorry jesse)
11. evil doppelganger - usually this is in video games where they just take the sprite or the polygons and recolor them to be black but also you have some mirrorverse/au shit going on sometimes and then there's evil twins, and shapeshifters, and clones...i love when everybody gets tricked into thinking somebody is doing crimes but actually theyre just out here and it's their evil double causing problems on purpose and not even being the one to go to jail forever because of it. also, when the evil double has mind-reading powers or whatever b/s to 1. make them a better trickster 2. to make them better at precision-point roasting of whomstever they look like. also acceptable: when you little guy just suddenly turns fucking evil and/or gets possessed and you have to cure them to get them back. idk maybe that should go under brainwashing. examples: dutch and aneela. link and dark link. zelda and the puppet. soulless sam. demon dean. hullen johnny.
12. fire powers - WHO doesn't love a little arson...i feel like this is the same concept behind werewolves which boils down to "fear of anger" bc with anger comes the loss of control and the devastating fallout... your fire guy (gender neutral but idk any fire girls) has to have a lot of self control or they'll fuck everybody up. they're very dangerous! not unlike assassins. also, fire is pretty. bonus if they have done crimes before either on purpose or on accident. examples: jesse turner again, roy mustang aka the OG fireguy, prince zuko
13. big damn reunion - when two people are split up with little to no chance of ever seeing each other again and then they do anyway. this is why i'm never mad when they bring characters back from the dead. examples: i'm actually totally blanking on these, i feel like it tends to happen in fic so much more often. also i've been writing this list awhile
14. time travel - i love! time travel! i love when people see an apocalyptic future and go back and fix it (chrono trigger, ff13). i love when there's a stable loop (tears of the kingdom) or a paradox (song of storms in ocarina of time). i love visits to the ancient past (skyward sword). i love when there's just an actual fucking timeloop (s*pernatural). it's really good!!! examples: oops i just listed them all
15. body swap - last but not least i think it is so fun when two people wind up living each other's lives. it's more fun in tv when people get to switch which character theyre playing but it's good in any form because what a way to get to know someone and also the endless potential for shenanigans. examples: dreamless (webcomic), your name, various episodes of tv shows many of which are bad (s*pernatural's was extremely bad).
ok, that's the list. originally it was 10, then 13, then 15, so i think i'd better stop here.
#personal#liz loves writing#i guess#it's stupid to post this at midnight but if i stick it in my drafts for later i'll never see it again#i'm mostly talking to myself anyway lol
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📖 and ♥ for the ask meme?
thank you for asking!!!
📖"what has surprised you about your WIPs?"
hmmmmmmmm idk. maybe lately i feel like i’ve been coming up with a lot of jonathan focused fic ideas. a lot of them aren’t really like Ideas™️ worthy enough of being a google doc WIP but still. anyway it’s surprising bc i like jonathan of course but out of the main teens he is not my favorite. in fact my ranking would probably go steve > nancy > robin > jonathan. and yet!!!! many jonathan ideas lately
❤️"what are your favorite scenes from your WIPs?"
ok so I had three!!!! one is from a Stonathan WIP and the other is from a Robin pov stoncy + rovickie + platonic stobin WIP but I will put them under the cut so it doesn’t get too long
sooooo for context and without giving too much away i have a stonathan WIP where steve is a ghost that only jonathan can see and near the end they’re trying to get him back from the upside down which is where he died bc they think they can bring him back and jonathan volunteers to do it alone. i actually have no idea how they’re going to figure this out or how they’ll bring him back when he’s theoretically dead!!!! hopefully one day i’ll figure it out. anyway here’s the scene:
But when Jonathan opens the door, he finds Nancy and Robin behind it.
“We’re coming with you,” Robin says without preamble.
Jonathan sighs. “Robin — ”
“He’s my best friend,” Robin says, and Jonathan’s mouth snaps shut at the tremor in her voice. “He’s the most important person in the fucking world to me, so if there’s even the slightest chance he’s alive down there then, yeah, I’m going.”
Jonathan blinks, then slowly looks to Nancy.
“I’m going, too,” she adds, and when Jonathan opens his mouth to protest, she continues, “Jonathan, you’ve never even been to the Upside Down. Me and Robin have. Twice. Actually, it’s been three times for me, and I survived all of them. If anything, you need my help.”
Jonathan sighs again. “Guys — ”
“No, don’t even think about saying something like — like — like it’s too dangerous, or whatever,” Robin says. “So what? You think you get to be the one to sacrifice your safety for Steve all because he was just some ghostly shadow hanging over your shoulder for a couple of weeks?”
“Robin — ”
“Byers,” Robin cuts in. “I’m fucking going, alright?”
Jonathan lets out a heavy breath, and then, finally, says, “Alright.”
“And don’t think that I won’t — ”
“Robin, I said okay!”
Robin’s mouth snaps shut.
Nancy raises her eyebrows. “Okay?” She repeats.
“Yeah,” Jonathan says. Robin blinks, and Nancy’s eyebrows arch higher. “I mean, I know I should try to stop you, but…” He trails off, then admits, selfishly, “I really don’t want to do this alone.”
and then the next two are from the robin pov part two of you can hear it in the silence. the first scene takes place right after nancy calls steve about their “date”, and then steve promptly calls robin back home panicking and freaking out about said “date.” the second scene is a bit later when steve, nancy, and jonathan are already “dating”:
“Who was that on the phone?” Her mom asks as Robin returns to her seat at the kitchen table.
“Steve,” Robin answers before taking a bite of her mashed potatoes.
Her mom snorts fondly. “Course it was.” She takes a bite of mashed potatoes, too, then pauses. “Rob…are you sure you two aren’t — ”
Robin sighs. “Mom. Yes, I’m sure.”
She raises her hands in defense. “Okay, okay. Just checking. Again.”
“We’re just friends,” Robin says for the millionth time. Then she adds, for proof, “Actually, he was calling me to tell me he’s going on a date this week.”
Her mom’s eyebrows arch. “Oh? Who’s the lucky lady?”
Robin shifts in her seat. “Oh, uh. Just…one of our friends.”
“And how about you, Robbie?” Her dad asks. “Meet somebody nice up in Chicago yet?”
And the thing is — Robin likes her parents. Her dad is quiet, if a little absent-minded, and her mom isn’t her best friend the way some of the girls in her classes gush about. But they’re both good people. They give a dollar to homeless people when they pass them in the city, they recycle. They didn’t even vote for Reagan — although that’s mainly because they didn’t vote, period. Since Robin was a kid, her parents have always been the kind of people who claim they hate politics, who never watch the news because it’s too depressing.
But her parents are good people, and Robin likes them. She loves them, and what’s more, they love her, too. She knows that. She’s never had to question that.
And she’s terrified that one day she will.
So Robin just says, “Nope, not yet,” forces a smile, and takes another bite of mashed potatoes.
“So, how are things with Nance and Jonathan?” Robin asks.
Steve smiles. “Really good.” He opens his mouth to say more, then snaps it shut, as though he’s suddenly embarrassed.
Robin nudges him with her foot. “What?”
Steve fiddles with the throw pillow in his lap for a moment. “I think I love them,” he admits.
Robin feels herself start to smile. “Yeah?”
Steve glances up and nods. He’s starting to smile, too. “Yeah. God, so much. It’s kind of embarrassing, actually.”
“Why’s that embarrassing?”
“I don’t know.” Steve sighs, rubbing the back of his neck. “I mean, I’ve been a little in love with them since sophomore year? So — it just feels like a lot, I guess.”
“Hey,” Robin says sternly. “Your feelings are not a lot.”
“I didn’t mean it like that, I just meant, like…” Steve trails off. “I don’t know, it feels intense. I just feel so…full of it, sometimes. Like I’m going to explode, or something crazy, and I’ve never — I mean, even when I was dating Nancy…well, I was in love with her, obviously, but I guess with everything going on…even then, it never felt like this.” He laughs a little, sounding embarrassed. “I don’t know. I guess that sounds really lame, but I — it’s like I’ve never felt this happy.”
“Steve,” Robin says softly. “That’s amazing.”
Steve makes a face, ducking his head to fiddle with the throw pillow again.
“Seriously, I mean it,” Robin says. “You should tell them.”
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Twenty Questions for Fic Writers 💫
i got tagged by @verycoolwearsleather and now i have to pretend i have a writing process haha
1. How many works do you have on AO3?
it says 52 but there's actually a lot more due to orphaning/anon-ing things.
2. What’s your total AO3 word count?
345,519 but again i'm not sure how much tha's counting
3. What fandoms do you write for?
gross f1 twinks
4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?
just telling it like it is (lando/maxv)
pretty sure this is just cus it's the oldest fic i have since the account reboot because it absolutely does not merit being anywhere near the top 10 lol it's just a 5+1 about other mando being obvious (it's anon'd cus i got bored of a load of my fics and didn't want them as part of the emptyhalf canon anymore)
every colour illuminates (george/lando)
for something i started writing offhand cus some of my friends were saying there should be more trans men in f1 fic, this one sure grew legs. i'm still insanely moved by the comments it gets and the way it seemed to resonate with people. i'm not sure i can really convey how dumb i actually am in a way that'd make people believe me but i really did just write this on vibes and it's one of the things i can say i'm genuinely glad i did. idk, it's just queer porn really but maybe we need more of that.
(i) just wanna get a little bit closer (mando)
you know i don't even think this is close to my best mando fic (personal choice is no plans of staying on) so there's no accounting for taste and you absolutely should practice death of the author or whatever. anyway, it's mando cohabitation era boundary breakdown stuff where they fuck and then go on a date about it.
shoreline i see when i'm off course (loscar, mando)
people rly are thirsty for a/b/o huh. how'd this little fic get into the top five so quickly?
the usual, upside down (alex/george/lando)
literally THEE most head empty omegaverse threesome fic in history y'all are horny as fuck. it literally only got written bc george did some dumb insta post where he called lando and alex his mates and also then was walking around looking horny af in the black fireproofs and mask when he stood in for lewis. there is NO nutritional content here even by the fast food standards of emptyhalf fic.
5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?
i uh. i should. i would like to but my brain is quite severely broken. i do read them all and i bookmark a lot in open tabs to come back to and reply to because they mean a lot but then i have 6000 tabs open and no executive function.
6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?
we don't do that here. i guess maybe if you dig into the far distant past then it was probably i'm not just a fuck up, i'm the fuck up you love which is 18k words of jev not really getting over daniel that ends on a sort of optimistically blasted-open note.
7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?
most of them are happy but probably actually pick me up, no headlights where george and max end up with their weird little family worked out and the kids are doing well, y'know
8. Do you get hate on fics?
no i don't think enough people read them to beef me lol
9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?
hahahaha oh yea. i like to think i write something along the lines of realistic queer sex, with the way that means it's mostly kind of funny and sometimes awakward and isn't elegant or arch or even particularly romantic except that you're getting to do it with the person you do it with. writing lando and oscar being straight with each other, even if it's in a cringe fail way, made me realise i really do not write straight people and i feel a bit like one of those painfully hetero actors who does a gay kissing scene and talks about how they had to get themselves in the mindset by watching the l word or whatever haha. what do straight people do? who are they?
10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?
i was gonna say no but then i remembered i wrote logan and oscar going ghosthunting and being kinda pass-agg horny about it because. idk? logan gave me ryan bergara vibes.
11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?
i think someone reposted some of mine awhile ago and it got dealt with before i really knew anything about it idk
12. Have you ever had a fic translated?
i don't know tbh. someone made a podfic of one of my fics a way back.
13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?
yeah i used to do that quite a lot but now. i am a lone wolf. (too perverse for other people's minds)
14. What’s your all-time favourite ship?
jenson/lewis but society has never been ready for this
15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?
i don't. i don't wanna let doubt enter into it but my daniel goes to fe fic is up against a number of the dark souls boss level demons in my own brain 😔
16. What are your writing strengths?
uh. i uh. i can write on my phone? i have a relaxed attitude to whether what i write is any good at all? i don't actually think i really have any.
people quite often say i have a lot of emotional intelligence in my fics which is very funny to me because i am a deeply unemotionally intelligent person so idk how that's happened really.
17. What are your writing weaknesses?
look we could be here all day.
18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?
i guess it has never bothered me so long as the reader could be reasonably expected to work out the meaning from the context.
19. First fandom you wrote for?
cardcaptor sakura (i was 14)
20. Favourite fic you’ve written?
hmmm. in terms of thinking it's like, good or whatever it's probably don't say no or you'll have to go, the fucked up valtteri/george mutual seat envy/horror of being compared to lewis hamilton thing. or really, it's an old spy au fic called ten seconds before sunrise that i deleted ages ago so: sorry about that.
but favourite is probably some dumb mando shit or i have extreme recency bias so maybe logan and oscar go ghosthunting or whatever. oh wait, no, it's genders maxy the how-to-find-your-identity-post-racing-in-your-pussy treatise that was born of crack but ended up. no, it's still crack. anyway, classic emptyhalf shit tbh.
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https://www.tumblr.com/burst-of-iridescent/709686885416615936/people-who-say-zutara-couldnt-be-canon-bc-they?source=share
what can you say about it? op claims that the argument that Zuko and Katara became friends only in the last episodes and therefore zutara could not become a canon - this is a wrong interpretation, since the development of Zutara is in the very DNA of the show and the relationship of Zuko and Katara, their arches and symbolism developed from the first season, so by the end of the show they had become an already formed couple that could make it a canon ship.
"The development of Zutara is in the very DNA of the show" STOP, YOU'LL MAKE ME DIE OF LAUGHTER.
Kataang is the heart of the show. It's literally how it's described in the series's "bible." Bryke, the showrunners/creators have already said they never thought ANYONE would like Zutara as a ship, let alone expect it to be canon. The headwriter, Aaron Ehasz, is a Maiko fan and wrote plenty of Kataang-centric episodes.
Half of the so called "zutarasymbolism" they're talking about is just empty moon/sun, water/fire imagery that the show itself never focused much on because it DOESN'T MATTER outside of stuff like "Firebenders have the fighting advantage during the day, waterbenders get the upper hand at night" IT'S NOT PERSONAL TO THESE TWO CHARACTERS OR ROMANTIC. The other half is stuff like the story of Oma and Shu - that they insist is about Zutara, even though they have the same musical theme as Kataang, are the reason why their first kiss happened, and foreshadow Katara lashing out in Ba Sing Se after Azula kills Aang.
These people just cannot accept that NO the show was never gonna go in that direction, and that until the second half of Book 3, Zuko and Katara did not give a damn about each other. Even their "big" scene in Ba Sing Se turns meaningless very quickly as Zuko immediately joins Azula, completely disregarding his talk with Katara about their traumas and all the kindness she just showed him.
It's okay to like their friendship. It's okay to ship them. It's okay to make headcanons and fanfics about them getting together a few months or years after the day of the comet. But to pretend that a Zutara endgame wouldn't be the most forced thing ever and come right the fuck out of nowhere is just delusional because THERE WAS ZERO SET UP FOR IT!
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Tell me more about Torlynn immediately!! haushasha
I haven't found whether you have posted more about her before, but I'd love to know more!
omg i’d LOVE to tell you more, thank you!! torlynn is a brand new tav in my rolodex, so her personality is still in flux but i have the basics of her backstory worked out. she’s a 537-year-old high elf from [op needs to learn more about faerûnian geography], who was sent to wizard school at a young age for her Weave Aptitude. however, unlike gale, she Did not enjoy wizard school. she want wizard homework she wanted to hit things very hard with a sword.
professors despaired of her until she was old enough to learn Combat Spells. after graduating wizard school, she does a fantasy gap year that lasts about a century, whereupon she adventures and wanders and joins a couple merc groups. at some point torlynn finds the harpers, who give her that purpose she craves. she works her way up to high harper and gains a fairly pristine reputation for those in the know.
however, she does hold herself at arms length from people—side effect of vaguely neglectful parents and feeling alienated at wizard school. she has adventuring friendquaintences and agents and trainees, and is mostly content UNTIL. she meets thalia: the most annoying human sorcerer in the whole world. they spend five years annoying each other before kissing so so much. torlynn now has someone she’s genuinely afraid to lose.
haha on no wouldn’t it suck if thalia was a bhaalspawn and spent the next fifteen years valiantly fighting off the urge, only to sacrifice herself during the first ketheric battle by turning into the slayer, finally turning the tides of the war but losing herself in the process? and if torlynn had to kill the slayer afterwards to stop her from going on a murder rampage?
yeah it sucked hard. torlynn deserts the harpers and spends fifty years studying necromancy to bring her back. this doesn’t work. she drinks a lot and becomes bitter and brittle and only emerges from her grief cave when Wizard School offers her a professorship. she immediately meets her arch nemesis: a ten year old boy named gale dekarios haha. by the time we meet her on the nautiloid, she’s mostly settled into that life but still…adrift. looking for a new purpose. angry that her sword muscles have gone soft over the years. nowhere close to the “acceptance” stage of grief.
as for her personality so far: i imagine that young!torlynn had that cocky brash jock energy, although more sensitive than she wants to believe. by the time we meet her, however, that cocky energy is entirely gone and she’s very head-over-heart. all jagged edges, constantly preparing for shit to go wrong but in a droll, exhausted way. she hasn’t socialized with anyone but a necromancy scroll in years and it shows. and now a mindflayer worm is in her brain. and GALE DEKARIOS is there.
(from gale’s pov it’s like. what if you went on a dnd adventure with your mean fifth grade teacher. and she can tell you what to do again. also you broke her only role: don’t ever fuck with the weave. she broke that rule too though so HUH professor alderstar how FASCINATING!)
like i said in the gifset tags, in a better world she romances jaheira. i imagine they knew each other during the first ketheric war, although not well. they likely butted heads about war strategy. jaheira likely looked up to her and holds some bitterness toward torlynn for deserting, especially bc she doesn’t know about the bhaalspawn gf thing. but mostly she’s just curious. right person wrong time older women kissing. you get it
(OH btw thalia is torlynn’s dream guardian! she looks as she did when torlynn first met her. i plan to make some gifsets when i get to their scenes.)
THAAT was incredibly long, but thank you to anyone who read! 🫡
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(copy and pasted dream i wrote down earlier on discord for my dream journal dont mind. with all typos to witness)
Had a dream we had a achool trip somewhere
We were gonna do stuff plus watch a movie… About rain world and other stuff
And I remember in some scenes my mom tucked me in a blanket at the couch and once the teacher seeing me complain none of my friends are here/being lonely "don't sit at a TV all day" ((I don't sit by a TV ever)) and I go NO ALL MY FRIENDS ARE IN DIFF TIMEZONES
and she wrapped a blanket around me for some reason
And as we walk to where we'd be staying I see some scenes of the movie but it's not rw
I also had a game with deltarune characters as pokenon + other characters and I got an op as fuck spade king and I showed him off to spam and i was very happy
WE get to the place we r staying at and I finally saw bits of RW gameplay that I later controlled then became?? Then it turned into another walk and we are at the place finally.
And the kids naver settle down to watch the movie and complain how we like never settle or whatever
They all then move and someone stays with me and I say how I'm happy because I don't like watching it w other ppl around
And the guy makes sense
But there was a greenhouse and there was a bunch of blue fruit and mold and I like
I'm now slugcat sized and I scrunch down near it and start eating some but I like arch kinda like a cat when they go near and they go "ohh I get it why now"
(bc unlike everyone else I was slugcat actually and I got food protective + dodnt like people)
So I walk around a bit looking for different fruit to eat in the place and I go like today's growing is plentiful but a lot of it wasn't fully grown yet
And the fruit wasn't BUG it was fr just fruit and it was smaller than ingame it even tasted like grapes it was just blue
And there's ppl talking and I'm like going around and it switches me from being slugcat walk to being like person walking in a squat and I say oh haha I shouldn't.. Do this for the roleplay bit hah
But I'm like still Sloug and I like scrunch down near the main food pile again. then idk i woke up
passes out again (i did in fact go back to sleep after writing this)
i am willing to possibly rewrite this more...comprehensive tomorrow lmfao
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Possession shit explained and why bad or good or both maybe
So yeah to explain big eye open is bad big eye closed is good. So the demon character gets pissed off and angry when people get too close to the angel character bc his temptation/fear mixed with care and genuine love became an overwhelming sensation/ was too strong of an emotion to control so- He's mentally not there, but also is. he's just drowning in his brain kinda like that one star vs the forces of evil scene where she's like "wait, why are there two of us here?" "didn't glossaryck tell you-? Stay in your wand too long and all your new memories, become your old memories!" "so.. you're going to- replace me..?" "yeah! But don't worry!" "you'll never know the difference." So the "demon" / person controlling them isn't but also IS real, but it bases itself solemnly on what sin or temptation or emotion was involved So Demon angry - possession angry and hate filled Demon happy - possession happy/won't cause pain Demon LUST - well you already know how THAT would end so- sex to put a point on it Demon sad - they won't do anything at all Demon fear - the fear.of losing someone becomes unbearable to the point it could drive anyone crazy so they become really REALLY clingy
to people and stuff. So demon character is scared and afraid his crush is going to die/get lost again and becomes really clingy and possessive, they don't let their possession leave or get up, they don't let people get close, they don't let people even talk to them, As an example Side character trying to talk to main character 1 but main character 2 screams and yells at side character and drags away main character 1 to a "safe spot" or "safe place" When a demon gets this way they want and intend to do EVERYTHING for their possession Similar to a different set of demons I madeup called deliverers but also not really anyways!! Possessions/the ones who are trapped by possessors can ask for things Literally anything, but it always has to be like "can you pretty please move away a bit so I can talk to so and so?" Have to approach in a kind/respectable manner So demons that are like this are like extremely careful guard dogs That will kill, harm, fuck, possess and care for their possession/person But to MC 1 it's difficult to do ANYTHING at all without the arch-demon butting in and dragging them far back from other people like "side character, I think we need to discuss you-" iMMEDIATELY gets grabbed and clinged onto and forced into a corner with MC 2/possessor So tldr possessors will behave specifically depending on their fear or overwhelming emotions
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