#i have little against fanservice

[lookotherway]

Since you already did Endeavor, why don't you make Dabi and Toga bingo meme?

ok, weird request because i thought everyone who knows this blog already knows how i feel about them already.

i think i said this a few times before, that as much as i hate dabi and wish for his death, i also appreciate his role in the todofam subplot, does that make any sense? hope it does, since i have plenty asks where i spoke like he’s my second fav character and not the reason why i changed this blog into a rant blog. 

i really really want to like him, because it’s so hard to love endeavor but anti dabi. endeavor’s relationship with touya is so freaking tragic that it becomes tragically beautiful and i absolutely love this side of endeavor. i even waited for this dabi-shouto arc to end in hope it could change my dislike, but first it’s his dumb stans (not lumping everyone) then endeavor’s retcon, then the arc turned out to be terribly written. he’s a wasted potential, honestly. his role ties significantly to five other characters (and that’s a lot) in a subplot that is based so close to reality, yet he was written so poorly that it dragged the other characters’ quality and the entire subplot down with him. wasted.

i have seen so many stans praising him and/or trying to vindicate his crimes, so many that i think their dabi is dabi from some fanfics and not the dabi i read in this manga. (not against any fanfic and fanfic writer here. i read them too.) it looks so weird and problematic. you can just admit that you like/love him because you think he’s hot or you relate to his neglect past and that’s fine. that’s very fine, who cares. but instead they went around harassing endeavor stans and forced their headcanons onto others.

and Hori, if you can’t even write a character arc with the least plothole, then don’t pull the “they’re a crying baby you should feel sorry for them” card and shift the blame onto another character. don’t retcon other characters just because you love the villains more than the heroes.

i hate everything about toga, not sorry. her character contributes little to nothing to the plot, idk if she exists bc Hori is a pervert or bc Hori needed someone as ochako’s counterfeit, maybe both. even if people say toga’s supposed to represent mental illness in bnha universe to me, i would just be very rude and answer: yeah she is, and people around her sure handled her wrong. they should have sent her straight to a mental hospital.

#ask #bnha #anti dabi #anti toga #i have little against fanservice #it's like a trait of asia 2d culture #but i dislike it when a male author who doesn't know how to write good female characters #doing this kind of fanservice where female characters show a lot of their bodies #overall i hate the villains #not bc they're villains but bc the way they're interpreted #makes me feel like i and other innocent characters are being guilt-tripped for something i didn't do

[classicjdog]

CURSE MY FUCKING SHITARSE INTERNET I JUST WANT TO PLAY SOME FUCKING TEKKEN GAAAAHHHHHHHH

REINA IS SO FUCKING SICK AND I CAN'T PLAY HER AGAINST REAL PPL I'M STUCK FIGHTING THE STUPID AI FUCK

#i have some christmas money lying around so i guess i'm just gonna have to buy an ethernet cable #my setup (if you wanna call it that) is really not conducive to getting wired up at all #but fuck man there's no way i'm gonna just not play this fucking game it's way too fucking sick #well at least i had plenty of time to play the story lol which for the first like 80% of it's runtime it's like hey this is fun #like it's not super boring & there are actually some really cool moments sprinkled in here & there #then there's the second-to-last jin/kaz fight which was kinda what i expected the finale to be #like ok they've got their big crazy final forms & they're gonna have their big over-the-top anime fight & that's all fine i guess #but then they have one last normal hand-to-hand fight #and speaking as a long-time hardcore tekken fan that last fight is one of the best most joyful experiences i've ever had with a video game #like i've always felt that jin's transition from tekken 3 to tekken 4 was such a cool melding of story with gameplay #like in story at the end of t3 he's betrayed by heihachi so in t4 he forcibly unlearns the martial art heihachi taught him #and this is reflected in gameplay by his moveset being completely different so them coming back around to that in t8 #and reinforcing the whole theme of jin accepting his past by LITERALLY GIVING YOU HIS TEKKEN 3 MOVESET IN THE FIGHT AGAINST KAZUYA #WHILE A REMIX OF HIS TEKKEN 3 THEME PLAYS???? GOD WHAT A FUCKING SEQUENCE!!! CHEF'S KISS MWAH MWAH MWAH #and then just the lovely little moments of fanservice. obvious stuff like kaz wavedashing or he & jin doing the namco logo thing 1 last tim #but then obscure stuff like jins t3 df1 glitch & kazuyas weirdo t4 re-stun combos?? like how many ppl are even gonna know about that shit?? #they hella did not have to do that but they did & it makes me so so so happy #so yea the t8 story is like 80% a fun entertaining little romp & 20% the hypest shit i've ever ever ever seen #and also reina is the best new character namco have made for tekken since steve in t4 #it's funny cause in the whole leadup to t8 i was having a little trouble figuring out who i was gonna main #cause in t7 i spent most of my time bouncing around basically the whole cast before finally settling on julia near the end #obv no julia in t8 so i had to pick someone else & no one in t8 was really jumping out at me #lots of super cool characters that i'd already played quite a lot of but not really anyone that's like ok yea that's my fucking guy #lots of sick af potential secondaries but no main basically #then they released the reina trailer & i was like ok yea that's my fucking guy #sick design sick stage sick AS FUCK music & a bunch of mishima staples to go along with it??? #she's got an electric? hellsweep? wavedash? flash punch combo? stonehead? #plus some heihachi specific staples? demon breath? heaven's gate? iron hand? fucking HUNTING HAWK??? then yea that's MY FUCKING GUY #so yea reina fucking rules & i just wanna play her against real ppl please for the love of fuck #OH ONE MORE THING THEY DID ANOTHER GREAT JOB WITH THE MUSIC. AT LEAST 3 NEW TRACKS ADDED TO THE TEKKEN PANTHEON OF ALL-TIME CLASSICS

[polygondotcomvideoproducer]

i really wish i hadn’t gotten spoiled on the Big Reveal at the end but overall the ep was ok. it was Fun like how doctor who is but literally every character couldve used more character moments

It had its moments but the writers have consistently failed to get me invested in these characters so I just felt nothing for them

#there were Moments don't get me wrong #there were certainly moments i enjoyed and it's not nearly the worst thing this era has given us #but a lot of the episode's content just felt kind of derivative #I'm all for taking plot points and shit that have been used before and applying nee meaning or emotional contexts #but that would require motivations and emotions which are almost always absent in ch*bnall scripts #a lot of fanservice in the episode too #that's just kind of a neutral statement about the episode to me bc it was pretty hit or miss imo #the hologram turning into 5 for tegan? sweet. i liked that #but a lot of other parts of fanservice just felt a little shallow to me. like ace destroying the dalek w a baseball bat #like. i get it. i know who ace is. but why would it be her weapon of choice against a damn dalek? am i missing something there? #and then there's really shallow shit like the space cargo train being called ''toraji'' #like the star from 42. remember that doctor who fans? all ur fond memories of 42? remember how consistently mediocre I've been? #he's got a right to do that. it's his last episode. and I've got a right to think it's dumb #i thought namedropping villengard in moffats last episode was dumb too #and do u remember what i said earlier about the content of the episode being derivative? #it really is the sum of its parts #some good but a lot bland #at least the master was absolutely serving this episode 😔 #personal

[illdothehotvoice]

Okay played a bit of Ensemble Stars and though I’ve come to the conclusion that it’s just not for me I find the fact that the twin’s group name is “2wink” VERY amusing have a nice day

#Look look I couldn't get into Bandori because it has one linear story that follows the group i literally do not care about #and Ensemble Stars is the same way?? #but like. it's that on top of the fact that there are just SO SO many characters that I was really hoping it'd be like prosekai dhgjndg #because Prosekai is like ''Hey bestie if you don't want to play More More Jump's story you don't have to qwq'' #''just play the stories you care about we won't hold it against you qwq'' and that's GREAT dhjgknfg #because I can just sit and play everything but more more jump and i'm happy with my life and I don't even hate those characters just #their story doesn't interest me at all lmao dshjndg BUT ANYWAYS ensemble stars- #dude leveling up characters is way too complicated #there are just TOO many characters sdhgjdfg #All the songs are original to my understanding which is coll but not really for me i wanna play songs i know dhsjgkfhg #*cool #and like i knew getting into it that like all the characters are pretty boys so you KNOW the target audience is like straight teen girls #which is fine! but within the first 5 seconds of me having freedom to do what i want after the tutorial #i experienced SO much fanservice dshgjknfh #also the twins do that big/little bro thing which is SUCH a big pet peeve of mine you are the same age ehgjnfsb #anyways i'm sure it's a good game and if you enjoy it i'm very happy you have something that you can enjoy in your life! #and if this ends up int he main tags I apologize I was trying to ramble so it wouldn't lmao dgjdh live your best life #this one just aint for me chief. i'm gonna play prosekai then go to bed sgdhjnk

[l3viat8an]

This isn’t a request per-say but I want to know your opinion of the stuck in wall with Levi. But MC is the one stuck in the wall, like they’re wearing a skirt and it’s on the shorter side and Levi is just in his room looking at MC freaking out about what to do. Do you think he’d actually do anything or would he be too nervous and just touches?

Nsfw!

I have many opinions on this tbh- so here’s some rambling hsjshsn

going with MC’s ass is stuck in Levi’s room and their face is in the hall. Also for reasons- you and Levi are home alone together while the others are out! Cuz yea-

Now this depends a life bit on how much you’re freaking out. yea Levi’s staring at your ass, no matter what- but it’s not entirely his fault! He can’t help it!!- Your ass is basically in his face.

But probably nothing too crazy while he clams he’s just trying to help you get out!!

Just a few….quick touches, gripping your thighs just a little too tight while he tries pulling you out. Telling you he’ll help you get out, you just need to calm down a bit. Levi’s just not really in a hurry-

Perv!Levi is a different story- he’s dreamed of this. He can’t just let the opportunity slip through his fingers!!!

He’ll start with light touches, trembling fingers flipping up your mini-skirt so he can take a few pictures- fuck it’s like you’re giving him personal fanservice…..he can even get a few panty shots to jerk off with later.

Really it can’t hurt you. So it’s not that bad. Levi tries to justify what he’s doing, you’re stuck anyway-

and the fact you keep wiggling around, asking for his help only makes the whole thing hotter. Levi can pretend you want this as much as he does. grinding against your ass just a little and claiming he’s just leaning over you- trying to check how stuck you actually are ofc!!!

Although I still don’t think Levi would actually fuck you- just a bit of groping. Like your thighs, squeezing your hips, whatever part of you he can reach while he grinds against your ass.

After all he has the pics for later- and Levi knows he has to get you out of the wall before his brothers come home ‘n get any wild ideas of their own.

#disclaimer; author is a bit high 🤗 #so sorry if this doesn’t make much sense hskagaksv #1 am thots~ #obey me! #obey me levi x reader #obey me smut #smut #x reader #leviathan x reader #levi <333 #obey me x reader #obey me #om! #om! smut #om! leviathan #pervs <3

[ja3yun]

Can i make a request?

Y/n saw this post and rant about bf!jake about this, only to be pounded by him as peace offering (breeding kink, talks about marriage, overstimulation) 🧎🏻‍♀️🧎🏻‍♀️🙏🏻

https://twitter.com/asterjwon/status/1762378305490338241?t=yDIAkzHkDVx87C4_6BjXJg&s=19

hi! I don't normally take requests but this one was too good. the video has plagued me since i saw it 😩 when will it be me? hope this what you're looking for!

warnings: smut (mdni), breeding kink, overstimulation, cream pie, tummy bulge, mentions of jealousy and pregnancy, not proofread, anything else lmk!

w.c: 1.2k

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“I can’t believe you,” you scoff, folding your arms to mimic the disgruntledness within your body.

Jake stares at you bewildered, “Seriously? Because I put a ring on a fan's finger?” you’re usually so understanding about these things. Typically, you never bother being jealous, he’s always been flirty with others, his fanservice on another level compared to others.

So why is this one bothering you so much?

“You don’t get it, Jake. Just forget it,” your voice is wavering but you hide it behind a deep breath.”

He walks towards you, cupping your cheek with his hand, “Are you really gonna act like this?” his words are harsh but he’s only trying to coax an explination from you, “It’s my job, Y/N.”

“I know it’s part of your job, Jake, I’m not stupid,” you bite back, pushing him away slightly.

Jake stands there, not used to this cold side of you, it makes him think if this has just beem bottling up inside you since you both started dating.

Sighing, he rubs his hands over his face in frustration, “I know you”re not stupid, but fuck Y/N, I can’t read your mind,” his voice raises slightly but he’s trying to keep his composure.

“You’re so quick to accept marraige proposals, get fake married at fansigns, and speak all day like about your future wife on lives but as soon as I want to talk about us and our future, you cower away!” you let it all out, the tension in your shoulders lifting slightly from all the pent up anger.

You’ve been holding it in for months but placing a ring on another woman’s finger, fan or not, has tipped you over the edge. Jake has avoided any talk regarding marriage or kids, opting to make a quick lighthearted joke or changing the subject, however, there is only so many ‘we can start practising’ and ‘did you see that book you like is beng made into a movie’ you can take.

After you’ve ranted about your troubles, you hear the unthinkable - he laughs. Not like a hearty laugh but a snicker which somehow is even worse.

“Are you seriously laughing about this right now?” you glare at him, hoping you just heard wrong, yet there he is, smiling his head off.

He glides towards you, placing his hands on your hips, “Baby, no, I’m not laughing,” he said through chuckles which obviously doesn’t help his case, “You’re just so cute when you’re jealous.”

Brushing your hair away from your neck, he begins to scatter kisses all over the base, working his way up. His lips linger, tongue flicking on your skin ever so slightly just to tease you.

Losing focus, you stutter, “I-I’m not jealous.”

“But you are, baby,” his grip tightens a little on your hips as he presses himself against you, eliciting a moan from you, “You know you have nothing to be jealous of.”

He trails his fingers from your waist to the bottom of your tummy, playing with the waistband of your trousers. His sudden provocative touch making you crumble, forgetting what you’re even angry about.

“You’re the only one I’m going to spend the rest of my life with,” he whispers into your ear, the tips of his fingers crawling into your trousers and placing themselves teasingly at your entrance, “And you’re certainly the only one I’m fucking and filling up with my cum,” two of his fingers enter you suddenly, you grip onto his shoulders.

His thumb attaches itself to your clit, rubbing it roughly as his fingrr curl into you. Jake’s lips are ghosting over yours as he smirks, feeling your ragged breath, “You like that idea hmm? For me to make you mine and marry you? Fuck my kids into you?” his spare hand sneaks under your t-shirt and rubs over your stomach tenderly, “What if I fill you up until you’re so full there’s no choice but to get pregnant?”

You’ve never been more turned on in your life, the mix of his words with the way his fingers are moving inside your pussy so deliciously has you purring.

But before you can get too comfortable, he pushes you onto the bed and yanks your bottoms down, leaving you exposed to his gaze.

Once he discards you and him of all your clothes, he crawls onto you, his hand resuming his previous activities, except this time with more vigour. His cock throbs as it sits on your inner thigh, only making you ache more for him.

Jake focuses on rubbing your sensitive nub, feeling how close you are already, “Who did you think I meant when I spoke about my future wife?” he smooches along the mounts of your breasts, taking your nipples in his mouth as he passes them.

Your head is cloudy, too lost in the feeling of his lips on you and his fingers working you open, your clit throbbing on his thumb. The mewls that are falling from your mouth hit him straight to his cock, making it jump slightly.

“Cmon, Y/N, who did you think I was talking about?” he asks again, picking up the speed of his digits.

“M-me,” you breathe out after mustering up the words that are tangled in your pleasure.

“So why the jealousy, hmm?” his voice is too calm, a stark opposite to your writhing body and busy mind. He can feel your walls clamping down and your slick dripping down his hand, indicating how close you are, “You’re so silly, baby,” he mocks you slightly but only because he can’t imagine why you would take his fanservice to heart like that.

You feel the familiar heat rising in your stomach as you tense, feeling your climax wash over you, “Fuck, Jake!,” you cry out his name while you dig your fingers into his shoulders.

The sensation of you coming undone only serves to fuel his desires even more, his dick longing to be the one you’re squeezing around. Swiftly, he removes his hand from your heat, leaving you empty but not for long.

Quickly, he lines up at your entrance and pushes inside you, your hole still contracting and tight from your orgasm. He isn’t giving you a moment to breathe, to recover from your climax.

Jake’s thrusts drive into you at great speed, the way your walls are hugging him tightly is driving him to pound into you deeper.

“You feel so fucking incredible,” he huskily whispers, his thumb back on the attack of your bud.

Your pussy is being overstimulated, each thrust of his hips and rub from his thumb has you thrashing around under him, a mix of pain and pleasure, “Jake, s’too much,” you groan as your hands weakly try to hold his hips still.

But he is too far gone, lost inside you, “You want me to stop?” he asks cheekily, a smirk splayed over his face, “Isn’t this what you want? For me to fill you up?”

Your clit is burning, your hole is being stretched beyond belief and you really don’t want him to stop, not your mind anyway, yet your body is trying to fight him, the overstimulation all a bit too much.

It feels so fucking good though.

Jake is getting close, you can tell when his hips faulter slightly and his jaw tenses. You want him to cum soon, if not to give your pussy a break, to give you what you desperately crave.

Reaching down, you clasp your hand around his wrist and remove his thumb from your nub - relief instantly washing over you - and place it on your stomach, his cock bulging with each buck of his hips.

He looks down and feels it, the tip of his cock poking out just under your belly button, “Fuck, Y/N. You’re gonna look so cute carrying our kid,” he says whistfully, voice full of love and adoration.

Kissing your lips hungrily, you feel another orgasm flushing through your body, that coil snapping once again as you clench his length, legs wrapping around him to hold him still as you ride it out.

Jake spurts ropes of his seed deep into you, making good of his promise to fill you up. The pulse of his dick adds even more gratification to you, the feeling of it jumping inside you makes you shake.

The room is filled with echoes of your shared pants and profanities, Jake's body falling on top of you once he’s rode out his high.

Looking up at you, his head laid on your chest, he smiles, “You’re unreal.”

Wiping the sweat from his forehead, you nod in agreement, “You too, baby,” you lean down to kiss his forehead lovingly.

“You know, I can’t wait to marry you,” he begins to speak, tracing shapes into your side, “I just want it to be at a time in our lives where I can actually be there for you. Once we’re settled and I’m not touring twenty-four seven. I want you to have a husband that’s always there when you need him, to help raise our family.”

His confession throws you off a little but your heart soars at the realisation that he has thought about your future together just as much as you have.

“And I promise, I won’t place rings on anyone’s fingers unless it’s yours,” he beams up at you, meaning every single word.

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#enhypen smut #enha smut #i hope this is okay? #i wrote it on my lunch break lmao #again i dont take reqs often so #this is a special occasion #bc that vid destroyed me #jake smut #aj answers #aj writes

[noona-lover]

My Girlfriend

Umji VIVIZ × M!Reader

Author's Note: I received a few requests but only Umji's requester provided the plot so I started with that as my first work. Thanks to @i-turned-into-the-stone for being the beta reader and helping me with some parts. I got a lot of support even before posting anything so I'm thankful for that also. This one is just basic but I hope it's still enjoyable.

Tags: shower sex (not really), blowjob, creampie

Word Count: 2,341

As you sit in the audience, your eyes are glued to Umji's stunning figure on stage. The way her hips sway and her luscious curves move to the beat instantly sends shivers down your spine.

Then, you hear the crude voices of two men beside you. "Damn, did you see how that Umji chick was grinding on stage? I'd love to bend her over and—"

Your blood boils as that man continues his lewd description. "Don't even think about it, man. My dad's got some connections at her company. I'll become her little groupie and she'll be all over me in no time.”

Their words slice through you like daggers, making your jaw clench with fury. How dare they objectify your beautiful girlfriend like that? You picture yourself grabbing the arrogant prick by his collar and smashing his face in, shutting him up for good.

Umji notices the scowl on your face from the stage, her brow creasing with concern. After the performance, she rushes to your side backstage. "Babe, what's wrong? Your face looks like you want to murder someone."

"It's nothing, I'm fine." You force a tight smile, not wanting to worry her. The drive home is tense as she eyes you suspiciously.

"You know you can talk to me, right? Did something happen?"

You shake your head dismissively. "I said I'm okay, don't worry about it."

Once home, you hastily excuse yourself to the bathroom with a reassuring smile. "I'm just going to take a quick shower and cool off, alright?"

As the hot water cascades over your tense muscles, you replay the creeps' words in your mind, stoking the flames of your jealous rage. The urge to protect what's yours, to stake your claim on Umji's body, burns deep within you.

The steamy water beats down on your tense body when you feel a pair of soft arms encircle you from behind. Umji presses her bare breasts against your back, her hardened nipples dragging across your skin. 

"Baby, please don't hide anything from me," she whispers huskily against the nape of your neck, sending tingles down your spine. "I'm your girlfriend, I can tell when something's bothering you."

You sigh deeply, holding her hands splayed across your abdomen. "There were these two perverts at the show, talking about you like you were just a piece of meat." The words come tumbling out, your jealousy and anger still simmering. "One of them was some rich asshole who said he'd use his family's connections to get close to you."

"Those disgusting pigs," Umji spits, hugging you tighter. Her soft curves mold against you as she reassures, "Nothing's going to happen, you know I only have eyes for you." You turn in her embrace, drinking in the sight of her glistening, naked form. Your hands roam hungrily over the swell of her breasts and the flare of her hips.

"But what if your company tries to pull some bullshit?" you growl possessively. "Try to use you for fanservice or put you in compromising situations? I won't allow anyone to touch what's mine." 

Umji smirks defiantly, reaching down to grip your hardening cock. "They wouldn't dare try that. And even if they did, I'd spit in their faces and walk away. My members would have my back." She pumps your thick shaft slowly. "Because there's something only YOU can give me.”

Umji sinks to her knees in front of you, the warm water still raining over both of your bodies. She gazes up at you with those big, innocent eyes while dragging the head of your cock across her full, pouty lips. She playfully smears your precum over her cheeks and chin with a giggle.

You chuckle softly at her antics, almost forgetting just how delightfully dirty your girl can be. Her devious moves never fail to turn you on, instantly melting away any jealous or troubled thoughts.

As Umji kitten-licks the underside of your rigid cock, you thread your fingers lovingly through her soaked hair, earning an appreciative hum. Then, wrapping her bare lips around the swollen tip, she hollows her cheeks and takes half of your length into her eager mouth.

You let out a groan as she bobs her head enthusiastically, tongue swirling along the throbbing veins. "Fuck, you're so good at this, baby," you said breathlessly, drinking in the erotic sight. 

With a twinkle in her eye, Umji pulls off your cock with a pop, strings of saliva still connecting her lips to the tip. "All for you, babe," her voice is dripping with needs. "Now just relax and let me take care of my man." 

Gripping the base, she laves her talented tongue along the underside before sucking one of your heavy balls into her mouth, lavishing it with covetous attention. You shudder and groan, hips jerking as she services you with unrestrained fervor. 

For now, all the possessive worries and dark thoughts melt away, leaving only the exquisite sensations your gorgeous girlfriend is delivering. Your body blocks the shower stream from lashing Umji's face as she hungrily devours your throbbing cock. 

You can't tear your eyes away from the incredibly lewd sight of your wet girlfriend gliding her soft, wet lips up and down your rigid shaft. "Fuuuck, Umji..." you growl through gritted teeth, drinking in every sultry bob of her head as she takes you deeper into her mouth. 

When she manages to stuff your entire length past those lips, the scorching tightness of her throat constricting around you makes stars burst across your vision.

Umji gags, eyes fluttering as she struggles to maintain eye contact, but the dazed lust burning in her gaze only ratchets your arousal higher. Her drenched, raven locks plaster her face as she pistons her head without pause, spit, and pre-cum dribbling from the corners of her mouth.

The delicious suction from her cheeks hollowing, the wet heat of her tongue massaging at your underside - it's all too much incredible stimulation for your senses to handle. Gruff groans tear from your throat as fiery ecstasy courses through your veins, threatening to make you lose control right then and there.

"Oh god, baby… I'm gonna… Fuck!" you curse, instinctively grabbing a fistful of her hair as your hips jerk forward on instinct. 

Umji just moans encouragingly around your pulsing cock, her eyes sparkling with pure, carnal desire as she readily accepts your face-fucking. You withdraw your cock from Umji's sucking mouth with a pop, despite your body screaming for release. 

As much as you crave that mind-numbing euphoria of her sweet throat, you want to tend to her pleasure as well. She worked so hard, so selflessly, to satisfy you first. Umji catches her breath, pink tongue darting out to swipe the mixture of saliva and pre-cum from her lips. 

The glistening mess only makes her look even more debauched as she gazes up at you with heavy-lidded, needy eyes. "Why'd you stop?" she pouts petulantly.

You silence her whine by capturing her mouth in a ravenous kiss. Reaching back, you twist the shower knob off before pulling your girlfriend flush against you. Your cock rubs against the flat plane of her stomach as you voraciously knead the supple flesh of her ass.  

Breaking the heated liplock, you speak into the crook of her neck, "Because I need to be inside you. Need to fill you up so damn deep and mark you as mine." 

Umji keens with unbridled lust at your filthy words, arching her back to grind her weeping slit along your rigid cock. "Yes, please," she whimpers shamelessly.

You hoist Umji's legs around your waist and pin her against the steamy shower wall. The sweltering heat and steam only amplify the erotic scent of her arousal as you grind your achingly hard cock against her soaked folds. 

You grip her meaty thighs, spreading them wider so you can grind your rock-hard cock against her dripping pussy. "You want this dick inside you, don't you?" Teasing her sensitive folds.

"Yes, yes! Give it to me, baby!" Umji begs, her nails digging into your shoulders. You slowly slide your throbbing shaft into her tight, wet heat, both of you groaning at the sensation.

"Ohh, fuck! Your pussy feels so good," you exclaim, bottoming out inside her. You pull back, then slam back in, setting a rough, pounding rhythm. The sound of your flesh slapping together echoes in the steamy shower.

Umji cries out, her head thrown back. "Yes, yes, yes! Fuck me harder!" Her breasts bounce with each powerful thrust, the water trickling down you all’s bodies.

You lean in, sucking and biting at her neck as you fuck her relentlessly. "You like that, don't you? Taking my cock so deep?" you dirty talk against her skin.

"I love it! Don't stop, baby, don't ever stop!" Umji moans, her walls clenching around you. You can feel her orgasm building, her whole body trembling with pleasure.

Umji's pussy grips your cock like a vice, her slick, spongy inner walls caressing your shaft with each slide in-out. You know how stressful being an idol must be for her, so you're determined to make this fucking as good as possible.

You pull her even closer to bury your pulsing cock deep inside her quivering heat. "Fuck, your pussy feels amazing, haa, I can't get enough," you growl, drinking in the sight of her flushed, ecstatic expression.

"Yes, yes, that's it!" Umji moans, her nails dragging down your back. "Give it to me harder, baby. I need it so bad." 

You oblige, slamming into her harder. The sound of your bodies colliding fills the steamy air, along with Umji's desperate cries of pleasure. 

"Ohh, god, you're stretching me so good. I can feel every inch of you!" she gasps, her inner muscles fluttering around your cock. Her thighs tremble as you hit that sweet spot inside her over and over.

"All for you, baby,” you groan, swaying your hips with abandon. Umji's perky breasts bounce with the force of your thrusts, her hard nipples grazing your chest.

"Fuck, I'm so close!" she whimpers, her orgasm building. "Don't stop, please don't stop!"

You capture her lips in a messy kiss, swallowing her cries as her pussy clenches down on your throbbing cock. The euphoric sensation pushes you right to the edge as well.

Umji cries out, her legs stiffening around your waist as she drops herself down fully onto your cock. Her toes curl in pure ecstasy and she screams loudly, her inner walls clenching rhythmically around you.

Her orgasm explodes, waves of pleasure rippling through her trembling body. You slide your hands from her thighs up to her soft, round ass, supporting her weight as you push yourself balls deep inside your desperate, quivering girlfriend.

"Umji, your pussy is milking my cock so good.” You bury your face in the crook of her neck. You can feel her heartbeat pounding as she clings to you, lost in the throes of her climax.

"Oh god, yes, yes, yes!" Umji’s hips rolling and grinding against you. The slick sounds of bodies joining echo in the compartment. "Don't stop, please don't stop!"

You oblige, snapping your hips up to meet her frantic movements. Your fingers digging into the flesh of her ass. Umji's walls flutter and spasm around your throbbing cock, dragging you ever closer to the edge.

With a few more deep, decisive thrusts, you feel the familiar build of your orgasm. "Fuck, babe, I'm gonna cum!" you warn, your entire body tensing.

Umji looks up at you with lust-blown eyes, her voice dripping with need. “Cum inside me, baby. I want to feel your hot cum filling me up," she pants, her canal clenching around your pulsing cock.

"You want me to creampie you, don't you?" you smile, your balls smacking forward with ruthless intensity. "Such a naughty girl, always playing these dangerous games."

"Yes! I need it, please!" Umji begs, her fingernails digging into your shoulders. "I want your seed dripping out of my pussy, tickling and coating my insides."

You grip her hips, slamming into her. "Then take every last drop." With a throaty groan, you feel your orgasm exploding, your cock throbbing as you pump your hot, thick load deep inside her quivering needy pussy.

Umji howls out, her back arching as she feels you filling her up. "Yes, yes, that's it! God, it's so warm and full," she moans, milking every last drop from you.

You continue rocking your hips, making sure to coat her insides thoroughly. The sound of your mingling fluids is obscene. 

"Mmm, I can feel it dripping out of me," Umji purrs, her eyes half-lidded with satisfaction. "Such a good boyfriend, giving me exactly what I needed."

You pull Umji close, pressing a tender kiss to her forehead. "Thank you, baby. You always know how to make me feel better," you state, brushing a stray hair from her flushed face. 

Umji beams up at you, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on your chest. "And thank you for the amazing fuck. I needed that just as much as you did," she teases, playfully nipping at your bottom lip.

Carefully, you ease your softening cock out of her well-used pussy, watching as your combined fluids begin to drip down her thighs. You help lower her to her feet, steadying her when she sways slightly.

"How about we clean up together?" Umji suggests, her voice soft and warm. "Then I'll make us a nice dinner. You must be starving after all that grind."

You chuckle, wrapping your arms around her waist and pulling her in for a leisurely kiss. "Sounds perfect. I don't know what I'd do without you."

Umji hums contentedly, melting into your embrace. "You'll never have to find out," she mutters, giving you a smile before stepping back and turning on the shower.

As the warm water falls over your body, washing away the evidence of your love-making activity, you can't help but feel utterly, blissfully satisfied. With Umji by your side, everything just seems right.

#kpop fanfic #kpop smut #kpop girls #kpop gg #viviz umji #umji smut #viviz smut

[wen-kexing-apologist]

Feelings Made Visible: Design Choices in The Sign

I am sure I am not the first person who has picked up on this, but I wanted to talk briefly about something I noticed in the Tharn and Phaya fantasies that were really intriguing to me.

So, generally I dislike intimacy fake outs, it often feels like fanservice in a way in that the story is building tension between it's characters and doesn't want that tension to break while also knowing that an audience seeing a ton of swerved or interrupted kisses may piss them off a little bit. And while I don't love that The Sign has given us the intimacy fake outs in the previews for episodes, I have really enjoyed them in the show itself because they serve a function beyond just catering to an audience that knows Billy is one of the best in the business when it comes to acting horny and just wants to see him making out with Babe.

The fake out intimate scenes in The Sign do a really great job at demonstrating the difference in expectations and desires between Phaya and Tharn.

In Tharn's fantasy he wants to be handled a touch more aggressively, he wants to be pressed against walls and choked, etc etc while Phaya's fantasy shows a deep desire for soft intimacy. He wants to be taken care of, he wants to be handled tenderly. And, like a number of us have pointed out at this point, you can see what aspects of their reality inform their fantasy. Phaya is pressed against Tharn's back at the end of their sparring match, and then Phaya is pressed against Tharn's back when they are about to start fucking in Tharn's fantasy.

Tharn strokes his thumb gently against Phaya's hand and wrist at the doctor's and then Tharn strokes his thumb gently against Phaya's hand and wrist in Phaya's fantasy.

That's all well and good. But there is another thing that they have been doing with these fantasies that are really interesting to me, and that is the difference in the way they are visually structured. In Tharn's fantasy in the bathroom, the lighting is vibrant and unnatural, a total wash of pinks and blues that almost drowns everything else out. In Phaya's fantasy on the couch, the scene is lit naturally but a bokeh effect is superimposed over top of their make out session.

And thinking back throughout the course of the show, these two visual cues are frequently following Tharn and Phaya throughout any and all of their potentially intimate moments.

When Tharn is drunk in Episode 2 and Phaya has dragged him in to the bathroom, the bathroom itself is lit up with a soft pink glow that brushes over Tharn and Phaya's skin. And while they are both leaning in to their desire here, their lips almost touching, Phaya actually giving in a little and kissing Tharn's forehead when he looks down at Phaya's amulet, it is Tharn who is iniating all of the romantic/flirtatious physical contact. It is Tharn that says he won't let Phaya go, it is Tharn that pins Phaya against the bathroom stall and kisses his cheek, it is Tharn that goes in for the actual kiss before getting distracted. And as a result of that we get Tharn's visual cues with the bathroom lighting, not Phaya's visual cues with the bokeh effect. And for what it's worth, the lighting here is real, when Yai enters the restroom and it is really just Yai and Phaya in a shot, they are still awash in pink. Which is why I think the lighting is fun but realistic (aka lighter/more muted) rather than absolutely consuming the scene.

At the beginning of Episode 3, Phaya returns to his grandmother's home and for a moment he invisions Tharn is cuddling him in bed, and for the brief time that Phaya is leaning in to that fantasy, he is under white/uncolored lighting the entire time, but those bokeh flares cover the screen until he snaps out of the dream and realizes he is alone in bed.

gif by @thisautistic

The same goes for later on in the episode for both of the soft, quick kisses between Naga and Garuda and Phaya and Tharn. When Phaya has the dream of him and Tharn in the past, there is a moment where they share a kiss, and again they are in natural lighting with a bokeh effect appearing when they actually kiss. And while this is a moment of shared intimacy between Naga and Garuda, it is occuring in Phaya's dream and as such we get the visualization of Garuda's feelings rather than having any visual confirmation of Tharn's. Same goes for when Phaya gives Tharn a goodnight kiss at Tharn's grandmother's house. In the moments leading up to the kiss all the lighting is natural, and they actually play a little bit here (and quite frequently if you look back at it) with string lights that give scenes almost a natural bokeh effect with the way the lights form little circles on screen.

gif by @25shadesoffebruary

So the entire time that Phaya and Tharn are talking on the dock there are little string lights in the background that sit near Phaya's head, and when he wraps his hand around the back of Tharn's head (something that appears in Phaya's fantasy make out on the couch later) and pulls Tharn in for a kiss, the bokeh effect flash large and bright across the screen. In parallel to the bathroom flirting, this time it is Phaya that is initiating all the action. It is Phaya who is flirting, it is Phaya that leans in for the kiss, and therefore it is Phaya's bokeh effect that appears when they actually share a moment of intimacy.

In Episode 4, Phaya offers to drive Tharn home, but forces them to stop for hot pot first. Tharn protests at first, but Phaya grabs him sexily by the shirt and starts dragging him of screen, pulling him for all intents and purposes in to a date. And at this point in the show, if you don't think Tharn reciprocates feelings for Phaya you are burying your head in the sand. SO. Tharn likes being here. He likes being on this kinda-sorta date with Phaya. Eating food and sharing space, and the moment that Tharn gets up from the table, the scenes turns to very intensely focus on him. As a result, the lighting in the background of the scene is a deep, bright, pink. A visualization of Tharn's feelings for Phaya.

gif by @25shadesoffebruary

And that pink lighting continues as we head in to Tharn's apartment and wind up in Tharn's fantasy. Phaya has just manhandled him (something Tharn likes), he's taken him on a date (with quite enough plausible deniability for Tharn's emotional walls to maintain that's not what he was doing because he can't fall in love with Phaya because everyone Tharn loves dies), and now Phaya is sleeping right outside his door. Something I very much appreciate about The Sign is that there is no mistaking these men's sexuality. There are no struggles with it, they don't have to fight against internalized homophobia before they are willing to be intimate with each other, and Phaya and Tharn are both experience a decent amount of early-to-mid twenties horniess that allows them to be very obvious about and open with their physical reactions to carnal desire. These are men that have clearly fucked before. And it is not that Tharn wouldn't jump Phaya's bone at the first opportunity, it is fully about Tharn's trauma history. If Tharn didn't have the baggage that he did, if he hadn't lost so many people that he loved, you know he'd have no hang ups about this and he and Phaya would have been fucking from like…week one of base camp.

And we know this from the moments where Tharn is not in his head. He initiates the physical intimacy when he's drunk, and when he is asleep he has his fantasy. And because this moment happens in a dream we get a far less realistic coloration to the lighting and instead get the very intense, saturated pink that covers every inch of the bathroom. And while we do get a little bit of a string light situation that is evocative of a bokeh effect, we don't acutally get a bokeh effect. Because this is 100% Tharn's fantasy.

gif by @firstmix

The color play continues at their next intimate moment when Tharn is patching up Phaya's wound, yelling at him about not being stupid and going off alone, and telling him never to say it's okay if he dies. When Phaya stands up to walk away, Tharn reciprocates the shirt pull from the beginning of Episode 4 (because The Sign perpetually says #verserights) and we get a moment where Phaya and Tharn are backlit by red and blue flashing lights from the police vehicles in the area. AND not only that but the way the lights reflect off of the medical van window alludes alludes to a bokeh effect. Because they are sharing this moment. Phaya is touched by Tharn caring so much about him, and horny about Tharn manhandling him. Tharn is pissed at Phaya for putting himself in harms way and is showing how deeply he cares for Phaya with his "never say it's okay if you die in front of me again" statement.

gif by @smileytharn

During the fight in Episode 5 there are a ton of colors being tossed around in that warehouse. The lighting itself is yellow and green, that snake dude is radiating green magic, and when Tharn steps in front of Phaya to protect him and gets stabbed he throws out some yellow magic in return. Cool. Noted. BUT because I am talking primarily about the intimate moments and their visual cues, I want to get at one of my favorite touches in the entire show/one of my favorite touches in BL, which is when Tharn wipes the sweat from the top of Phaya's lip. Because again, we are here in reality, so while we do have some non-traditional/realistic lighting happening in the warehouse, it's not as obvious or all consuming as Tharn's dreams are. HOWEVER! There is a deep, rich, saturated red-orange light behind Phaya's head every time the camera cuts to his face when Tharn is in his arms. It's there right before Tharn brushes his thumb across Phaya's lip and it's there when the camera cuts back to Phaya after Tharn has completed his action. There is no bokeh effect, and no allusion to it because Phaya is not experiencing a romantic moment here. This is a shared intimate moment, sure. But Phaya is fucking terrified for Tharn's health and safety. It is only Tharn that is engaging in some level of intimate/romantic touch and thusly it is only colored lighting that we get on screen.

gif by @forcebook

When they go back to Tharn's apartment, and we enter Phaya's fantasy, it is rife with bokeh effects. We have bokeh effects coming out of the wazoo. Phaya loves Tharn, Phaya cares for Tharn deeply, Phaya's connection to Tharn goes back centuries, through multiple reincarnations, and Phaya thought for a moment he was about to watch Tharn die. Phaya thought for a moment Tharn was going to die thinking that Phaya was pissed at him, with their last moment being Phaya punching Tharn in the face so hard he bled. And so Phaya really wants to be close to Tharn. He was to be comforted by Tharn. He was to be treated gently by Tharn, and he wants to reciprocate that gentle care for Tharn as well. In Phaya's fantasy he asks Tharn to blow on his wounds, and then asks to do the same for Tharn. Now, if you will allow me a brief tangent- from a script standpoint this make out fake out is incredible because Phaya knows Tharn so well that even in his fantasy he correctly identifies almost verbatim what some of Tharn's responses will be. Sure, he doesn't anticipate the "what if saliva gets in the wound and you get an infection?" but he does absolutely nail the "you don't need to look at my wound, the doctor took care of it" response. Tangent over. ANYWAY, Phaya indulges in this fantasy and the screen is absolutely drowning in bokeh effect because this moment belongs entirely to Phaya who has had an incredibly emotional day, and is therefore experiencing extremely large/deep/big emotions here too.

Where am I going with this? Well. Earlier today I was scrolling on tumblr (because I am physically incapable of leaving tumblr for more than 10 minutes at a time) and I saw that @negrowhat had reblogged some screenshots of an intimate scene from the official trailer for The Sign and I saw this:

Now. We don't know when this moment comes, we can't confidently say that it is real (though Episode 7 apparently promises no tricks this time). But I think it is real for one reason in particular:

Both Tharn and Phaya's visual cues are present at the same moment.

Up through now we have not actually seen that occur. We maybe had some level of allusion to a bokeh effect at the same time as some interesting color choices, but we haven't actually had a bokeh effect and a bright color at the same time. And even if we do want to count those allusions, this idea still holds because those moments where we've had some modicum of both are shared moments of intimacy from both parties. SO anyway, I think that when Tharn and Phaya actually have sex together we are going to see both of their visual metaphors joining together (since they are…ya know…joining together).

Alright. Time for the big whammy. I don't know how eagles see, I know they see well and I highly doubt they see in bokeh effect, so I don't have much to say about Phaya's visual cues around intimacy from a garuda perspective, except to say that hsi fantasies are always in correct and proper color. Where I do think the choice gets interesting is with Tharn. Now Tharn is naga, which I guess aren't technically snakes, but I don't know what the eyesight rules of sea serpents are so I'm going to go based off actual serpents.

Snakes see in infrared.

What does this mean? It means their color perception is bright, saturated, and heat focused. If you ever look at an infrared camera, you can see that areas of higher heat are typically demarcated in the red, orange, yellow spectrum. I don't think pink is a traditional infrared color but there have been moments throughout the show where red lighting connects Phaya and Tharn (police lights, the lighting behind him in the kidnapping/murder warehouse). And infrared lighting is intense. So I for one think it is absolutely fucking brilliant on the part of the director/cinematographer/lighting designer/production team to make the choice that Tharn's emotions about Phaya are going to be tied to color. That the naga that is lying dormant in him comes out subconsciously, unconsciously whenever naga and garuda are close. And I especially love that the moments of deepest color are when Tharn is dreaming because a) dreams are already fucking wild and b) it is one of the few times Tharn is not dragging his feet, gritting his teeth, kicking and screaming, and desperately trying to hold on to the emotional and physical distance he feels like he needs to have from Phaya in order to make sure Phaya survives.

I look forward to seeing what they do with these effects as the show continues. This has been Killing Time While on an Airplane with Captain Hands, thank you for your time.

#the sign #the sign the series #phaya x tharn #tharn x phaya #phayatharn #tharnphaya #billybabe #idol factory #thai bl #wka long post

[soulkeeper801]

Heartbreak

(A/N: I can't help it, I'm a sucker for Nayeon)

Nayeon x f!reader

Angst

Words 1.1k

Nayeon couldn't help but roll her eyes, annoyed every time she noticed someone being overly friendly with you. Though she had no reason to worry, it was in her DNA. Whether it was a fellow member or a fan, even the slightest hint of fanservice made her ready to unleash her jealousy.

Even though it was just a performance, she couldn't shake the feeling. When your eyes lingered on someone else for a moment, a shy smile played on your lips, causing the crowd to erupt in cheers. As another girl leaned in for a heart pose, Nayeon looked away.

In a sea of fans cheering your name, she adjusted her hoodie to conceal her identity and tightly gripped your group's lightstick. Your member, playing to the crowd, remarked on your beauty, and Nayeon took a step back, refusing to engage in the charade.

"Stop it," you protested, feigning a blush. "I just tried something different with my makeup. Don't you like it?"

Your member chuckled, adding a playful comment, "I love it, but Y/N, you can only look pretty for me."

Nayeon's frustration simmered. Wasn't this going too far? Were you both allowed to banter like that? She knew she had to talk to you before her emotions boiled over.

As the lights went off and the concert was over, Nayeon made her way backstage. She was feeling slightly relieved and almost forgetting what she saw during the show, until you appeared holding hands with said member.

There were no fans backstage, so what was it?

She retrieved herself a little so she could observe. Your manager gathered all of you for a final word before you could walk to your own waiting room. 

Once again, that awful feeling came back to her as she saw with fire in her eyes how your fingers were intertwined with hers.

Another involuntary eye roll.

“Ehem,” she fake coughed as she stepped into your waiting room. 

Everyone stopped what they were doing as they stood up to greet their senior, you included.

“Great job today,” she complimented, gaining a few grateful nods from your members. 

Her eyes diverted to where you were and lingered on your still intertwined fingers for a couple of seconds.

“Can we talk?” she simply asked as you nodded and left the room with her.

“What is it?” you inquired as you stepped outside, but Nayeon didn’t stop walking. “Where are you going?”

She didn’t stop. Instead, she kept walking and you followed her not knowing what was she trying to do.

“Get in there,” she said as she arrived at a secluded area where a one stall restroom was located.

“Nayeon…” you tried to complain, but she shoved you inside as she came with you.

“Now,” she started, her body pressed against yours, “care to explain what the hell was that on stage?”

You tried to resist but she grabbed your face to make you look at her, almost hard enough to make you moan unintentionally.  

“It’s for the fans,” you whispered, knowing perfectly well what she was talking about.

“Don’t fool me, Y/N,” she replied, her grip getting tighter. “If it’s for the fans, why were you still holding hands inside of your waiting room? What is it? Are you fucking her?”

You gulped, diverting your eyes from hers. Nayeon’s breath hitched in her throat.

“What?” she asked in disbelief. “Are you serious?”

“We’re not doing anything,” you replied instantly, “but I realized I might have feelings for her and…”

Nayeon didn’t let you finish, she didn’t need any details. She took you off guard and pressed her lips against yours, pulling your jaw to part your lips and shoved her tongue inside of your mouth. You couldn’t help but moan at the feeling.

Her free hand wrapped around your waist and brought you closer to her, her right knee pressing against your clothed core, pulling a few more whimpers out of you. Out of sheer habit, your hips pushed against her making you eager, your breath speeding up. She guided your movements, making you moan a little bit more.

Nayeon knew what she was doing and you were melting under her touch just like every time she wanted to have you at her mercy.

It was nothing new. It had been a couple of months of the two of you sneaking around to be together for a few hours. Although she never let you stay, you got used to her touch and the way she made you feel.

When she pulled apart, you were out of breath. Your flushed face brought a proud smirk to her lips.

“She won’t make you feel like this,” she whispered, her knee still pressing against you, feeling how wet a mere kiss could get you. “So stop trying to fall for someone else, when you know no one can do you like I do”.

“You’re the one who doesn’t want to commit,” you replied, harshly. For the first time, your real feelings coming to the surface. “Am I not allowed to look for my own happiness?”

Nayeon gulped at your words. 

“You know we can’t be a couple,” she replied, this time her feelings taking a toll on her. “Let’s keep having fun together, no strings, we’ll find the right time when it comes”.

You shook your head and tried to get away from her grip. “It hurts,” you replied. “Everyone knows we’re seeing each other, don’t you think they know when they see you fooling around with someone else?”

Nayeon sighed, getting tired of your complaints. “Let’s make this an open relationship, what do you think?” she proposed. She wasn't the type to stay but it seemed she was trying to make it work.

Her hands looked their way to your waist again with the intention of bringing you closer.

“That means I can still go for someone else if I want to be treated as if they cared?”

“Y/N…”

“I’m going home and cuddling her until I fall asleep because that’s what I wanna feel. If you wanna keep fucking only then let me look for what my heart yearns after you only give me half of a relationship”.

Nayeon sighed once again. “I don’t wanna see you with someone else,” she confessed.

Your heart skipped a beat. “What?”

“Fuck, Y/N,” she hissed, her head hunging low at the realization of her own words and feelings, “I want you for me, I don’t want to share you. I wanna be the only one who gets to touch you and kiss you”.

Your eyes filled with tears. “Then why don’t you make it happen?” you asked, cupping her face to press your head against hers. A tear rolled down your cheek when your lips grazed hers.

“I can’t,” she said, breaking your heart one more time. “Not now, Y/N”.

You knew you deserved better. You knew there would always be someone who was willing to fight for you. What Nayeon was doing was selfish and both of you knew that.

“Then I have nothing left to do here,” you replied, your voice coming out as a tremble. “Don’t look for me again,” you said. 

Stepping out of the stall, you wiped your tears on the mirror and left the room.

A faint call of your name resonated in the background but you didn’t look back.

You were going to start anew. 

#twice x f!reader #twice imagine #twice x reader #twice nayeon x f!reader #nayeon x f!reader #nayeon scenario #nayeon angst #nayeon imagine #nayeon smut #twice angst #soulkeeper801

[onlyfezco]

Baby, Baby, Baby - Fezco

Summary: Fezco’s gotten used to your pet names but others not so much

Fezco x Reader

Fluff

Word Count: 1,191

Author’s Note: Hey! It’s been a minute. Writer’s block is a bitch. Short and sweet. Reblogs and comments are appreciated! 😊

Fezco wasn’t used to terms of endearment. Most people didn’t even take the time to learn his name if he was being honest. He was just “that drug dealer.” All that changed when he started dating you. 

“Babe!”

“Yeah, ma,” Fez replied watching you come from behind the refrigerator doors where his brother was.

“Tell Ashtray, Spider-Man: No Way Home was good!”

Fez just shook his head. You were always debating over some nerdy shit with Ash. He didn’t mind it much. It was always funny to him, and he was glad you got along with his brother.

“I didn’t say it wasn’t good, just that it was fanservice,” Ash said, poking his head from around door then leaning against the doorframe. 

“And? It was good fanservice!”

“The plot was bullshit.”

“To YOU,” you yelled. Then you turned to Fez who was leaning against the counter next to the till and said, “Baby, tell him.”

When you called him baby like that he would do anything you asked. “It was good,” Fez said while he looked into your eyes, his baby blues glistening. 

“You just sayin’ that cause she asked you too,” Ashtray said. He shook his head at how whipped his brother was.

“So,” you taunted, then blew your tongue out at the young boy.

Even before the two of you were official, you called Fez hun. But you did that with most people, so he didn’t think much of it then, even though the first time it happened his cheeks got hot. Once you had the title of girlfriend, the nicknames turned to babe and baby. He usually stuck with ma, baby, or every once and a while babygirl, but you liked to get creative with your names.

“Honey bun,” you called from the couch in the living room. 

“Yeah, ma,” Fez answered from the kitchen.

“Can you bring me some cookies, please,” you practically whined. You were more than comfortable on the couch and had no intentions of getting up.

“Yeah.” Fez closed the fridge door then looked up and saw Ash eyeing him.

“What,” Fez asked, moving to grab the cookies he only bought because he knew you liked them. 

“Nothin’... honey bun,” Ash replied chuckling to himself. 

“Man, shut up.”

Ashtray would occasionally tease him about your pet names. It was never in front of you though. Ash would just eye his brother and stifle a laugh. It seemed like they kept getting gushier and gushier the longer you two dated. 

“Pookie,” you said in a song sing voice. 

“Pookie,” Rue repeated dumbfounded. Jules placed her hand over her mouth to muffle her own laughter. 

Fezco rolled his eyes then made his way around the two girls to get to you. “Ma, I love your lil’ names for me, but maybe take it easy around other people. Especially when I’m workin’.”

“Oh,” you replied, your eyes now looking down at your feet, a crestfallen expression on your face. “My bad. I’m not trying to ruin your rep or anything. Ash just needed some more molly.”

“I didn’t mean it like-,” Fez started to say but you cut him off.

“Don’t worry about it, Fez, I get it,” you said smiling, but Fez knew it wasn’t a genuine one. “Do you still have some molly or not?”

“Yeah, here,” Fez said reaching into his pocket pulling out two little baggies and handing them to you. 

“Thanks.” 

You really did understand, but for some reason it hurt a little. It’s not like Fez was telling you not to tell people you were together. By this point, all of East Highland knew you were his girlfriend. But being told to reel in your pet names in public rubbed you the wrong way a little. 

Fez was about to follow you but another customer approached him and he had to get Mouse his money this month or else. 

When the party was finally winding down and the boys were done dealing for the night, Fez went to find you. 

“Hey, time to go,” Fez said, brushing your arm with his hand.

“Okay, Fez,” you replied.

“Babygirl,” Fez said softly, his eyes on yours. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean anything about your nicknames.”

“No, I get it-”

“Do you,” Fez said, he lowered his head so he was more on eyelevel with you. “Cause you’ve called me Fez twice now.”

You sighed. “Don’t act like I never say your name.”

“You do,” Fez said nodding. “But never twice in a row. There’s normally a baby or honey in between you usin’ my actual name.”

You began fidgeting in your spot. “Well, we’re still out in public. Can’t have people thinking you’re all soft and stuff because I call you pooh bear.”

Fezco rubbed his hand on the back of his neck. He never wanted to make you feel bad, especially for how much you loved him. Because that’s all your nicknames were, little declarations of love.

“But I like when you call me pooh bear,” Fez said making you smile up at him. “I just don’t like Rue or Jewel to hear and make fun of me for it later.”

“It’s Jules, babe,” you said giggling. 

“That’s what I said, Jewel,” Fez replied once again not thinking he said the girl’s name wrong. “Don’t really care if Ash say somethin’. That’s what brothers do. Just don’t wanna be the butt of the joke.”

You reached out and grabbed your boyfriend’s hand understanding where he was coming from now. “I get it. And I don’t want to make you uncomfortable. I just think the names are cute and you’re cute, so I want to call you stuff like pookie or my little cinnamon toast crunch,” you said laughing which made Fez smile.   

“You never make me uncomfortable,” Fez said then paused for a moment before he spoke again. “So we good,” Fez asked staring into your eyes watching for any sign that you were still upset with him.

Your lips curved up slowly then you nodded. “Yeah, we’re good.”

“Good,” Fez replied then pulled you closer to him.

“I’ll just stick to calling you pooh bear when we’re alone,” you said in a low voice. 

Fez eye’s darted to your lips then back to your eyes. “Looks like we’re pretty alone now.”

You glanced around the room and there were only three people making small talk and one person knocked out on the couch. The last remainder of the party goers in the backyard. 

You wrapped your arms around Fez’s neck, reaching up to his lips. “Looks like we are, pooh bear.” 

Fez smiled before you lips connected in a sweet and passionate kiss. His hands squeezing your hips as your lips pressed firmly into his. You probably would have kept going if not for the interruption. 

“Really? You two dumbasses making me wait so you can swap spit,” Ashtray said from across the room. “Get your horny asses in the car so we can go,” he shouted before shaking his head and leaving.

Fez just sighed at his little brother while you giggled. He definitely appreciated your nicknames over his brothers.

#fez x reader #fezco x reader #fezco #fez fanfic #fezco one shot #euphoria #euphoria one shot #euphoria fan fiction

[calx-bdo]

# 'cus it's not just a figure of speech, you got me down on my knees, it's gettin' harder to breathe.

》 rockstar!y/n au

》 kazuha x reader

》 warnings : none

》 fluff, slow-burn

you could feel the electrical bass thrumming under your fingertips. with the mastery of electro, a bass was no match for you. with the loud music surrounding you, encompassing the very spirit of rock, you feel at ease. at home. you flick your wrist once again, seeing your adoring fans swoon over you.

finally, a break in the song. the bridge, or, as you like to call it, the part where you can let your eyes drift over the crowd, seeing if there's any .. interesting figures catching your eye.

sadly, nobody of note was here today. they were all just . . normal people. boring. bland. not your type.

as your eyes looked back down onto the guitar, fangs biting your snakebite piercings, you catch a swoop of red in the crowd.

"huh?"

you blinked rapidly, and in the concert daze, all still remains veiled under the fog of the night.

"must be the makeup. "

── 🎸🎙 ──

you complete the set without any further hindrances, but the little red you saw still lingered in the back of your mind.

you tapped the frets of the bass, mindless strumming filling the confined space right now. the band leader was talking to some fan, and totally buying into the fanservice. albeit you not being into that, not wanting to feed the parasocials, you were one of, if not the most popular band members, to your dismay. well, your piercings, odd attire and hair do go a long way in such times.

once, an interviewer asked why your sense of fasion does not match up to teyvat's current times.

"people just aren't ready for it. " you shrugged, and smirk to the camera, hearing the fans cheer for you in the background. hah, maybe feeding fanservice once in a while wasn't that bad.

── 🍁⚔️ ──

kazuha has been searching everywhere for that one really really hot bassist.

even beidou doesn't know, for archon's sake. . !

"surely it cannot be that hard to find a famous celebrity . . especially someone of that crowd the other night. " kazuha mused to himself, frustration slowly building inside of him.

suddenly, a thought crosses his mind. he blinks, lightly facepalming himself, chiding that he hasn't thought of this.

in the world of rock, who better to ask than xinyan?

"good afternoon, xinyan, i was wondering if you had came to the concert the other night?"

kazuha knocked on xinyan's door, meeting her surprised face when she opened the door to the samurai.

"kazuha? of all people askin' me about the 'cert, you're the least i expected!"

xinyan laughs, her laughter sounding like the thrums of the bass. the bassist . . everything reminds kazuha of them.

"of course i did! it was one of teyvat's biggest bands, euthoria! why? ya interested?"

xinyan leaned against the door frame, cocking a smug smile to kazuha.

"ahem . . . that, might be right. the bassist, they ─"

xinyan's eyes practically perked up upon hearing the word 'bassist'.

"oh, y/n? they're right inside, c'mon in!"

xinyan all but pushes kazuha into her house, seeing the hot wondrous bassist just . . on xinyan's couch.

"heya."

── 🎸🎙 ──

that was the flash of red !!! the red hair !!!! that was the person you saw, and goodness, he is . . ethereal. stunning isn't even a word to describe him. his hair, it looks soft, fluffy. and his face? it seems as if it contains all the wonders of the world. his maroon eyes stare back into yours, (although yours was covered by purple contacts, gotta fit the theme ..) boring into your soul.

"heya."

heya? heya?! are you stupid!? who uses "heya"? that was the most stupidest thing someone could have said !!!!!

he's cringing . . . no, he's . . he's laughing?!

── 🍁🎸 ──

"hello, nice to meet you. i'm kaedehara kazuha."

kazuha extended his hand in greetings, wishing to any archon that would listen ─ to not let y/n see his red face.

y/n took his hand into theirs, and placed a kiss on the back of it. it's a way they greet fans in euthoria, and it's almost muscle memory. y/n didn't really think it through, and just . . placed a kiss on it.

'OH MY GOD?! WHAT THE FUCK DID I DO. '

y/n's mind was racing right now. who kisses in form of greetings ?! kazuha isn't a fan, he's probably just some casual watcher !!!

y/n quickly removes their lips from the back of his hand.

"i apologise-"

kazuha quickly stops them.

"it's alright, i understand.."

kazuha's mind was also racing right now.

' oh my archons, they really, they . they kissed me ! oh, oh, this is . . this is bad for me . . oh . . .'

kazuha could barely contain the blush creeping up on his ear.

; should i continue this into a thing ?? '^^

#genshin x reader #yingyue'snovels #genshin impact #genshin #fluff #kazuha x gn reader #kazuha x reader #kazuha x y/n #kazuha x you #kazuha fluff #kazuha x gender neutral reader #kazuha fanfic #kazuha genshin impact #kazuha #genshin impact scenarios #genshin impact imagines #genshin impact x reader #genshin fluff #genshin x reader fluff

[aihoshiino]

The Idol MV in general is absolutely befuckened with imagery I could spend days dissecting but I think the one that makes me the most Actively Insane, especially in the wake of 131 and 137 is this:

To the best of my knowledge this is basically the one and only time in the entirely of Oshi no Ko that we have gotten this close to overt Ai fanservice. The only other times I can think of are the split second acknowledgement of The Existence Of Her Boobs in volume/episode 1 but they go by so fast and are framed in such a comedic, even matter-of-fact way that it's hard to read them as particularly titillating (heh). This is very interesting given that the entire foundation the series is built on is (as I've said before) the friction between idol culture's fantasies of pure virgin girls and the reality of Ai as a person who has sexual desires and agency.

By contrast, this is overtly, effusively titillating (heh). It's drawn very much like typical anime fanservice with a focus on emphasizing the softness of her body and especially her breasts with how they're squished up against her arm. And yet… it's ALSO framed in an incredibly ominous light. She's backlit which casts most of her body in shadow and her hands are framing her face in a way that is clearly intentionally reminiscent of the yandere trance/Yuno Gasai pose. And she's layered with yellow caution tape that implores the viewer to KEEP OUT. Everything about this is so implicitly threatening and intimidating, at least in the framing.

This is the one singular time in all of Oshi no Ko that Ai is framed in such an explicitly sexual light — the one and only time she is shown to us as an adult woman who might have sexual ideas — and everything about the imagery and presentation of it screams that this is BAD and SCARY and WRONG. KEEP OUT.

Which is the entire point, isn't it? The idea of Ai Hoshino just existing as an adult woman with sexual agency is a threat to the existence of the pure and perfect idol, Ai. That's why she had to be destroyed.

I've said this off tumblr as a joke but I am becoming increasingly more serious in my belief that healthy and loving sex with a person who cares about her would fix so many of the things wrong with Ai's brain. So much of the self hate and anxiety that spurs her self destructive behavior is tangled up with internalized slut shaming and fucked up ideas about sex and sexuality enforced on her by idolhood and purity culture as a whole. Having good sex with a person who loves her, who lets her be dirty and greedy and self indulgent in something Bad and Wrong for an idol to do and accepts and loves her as she is regardless… well, if nothing else, I think it would calm her down a little. get that dick girl!!!!!!!

#oshi no ko #oshi no posting #ai hoshino #inducting everyone on tumblr into my Ai Hoshino Get Dicked Down agenda #i think she deserves it more than anybody else on planet earth

[user-needs-new-hyperfixation]

The Land of the Tender scene is so uncomfortable, but somehow manages to skirt around squicking me. It's uncomfortable because the characters are uncomfortable. They're not getting off on it, and it doesn't feel like it's meant to be fanservice or get the reader hot either, imo.

There's all kinds of fics and meta revolving around Xie Lian's mountainous piles of trauma, but I want more fics dealing with Hua Cheng having trauma around his sexuality and desires. Like --

He's a teenage boy, a big ball of hormones wrapped up in too-long limbs, and his crush has been drugged with aphrodisiac and is panting and flushed and beautiful. The god-prince is hot beneath his clumsy hands and his hair is tied around his finger and the younger boy is at that age where you think you're all grown up already. He'd give everything to his god if it would help at all, and he wouldn't even understand how fucked up that would be until years later.

But. Xie Lian hates the feeling. It was forced on him, it's a scheme to weaken and torture him. He knows the little soldier is still a child, even if the boy does not. And Xie Lian is the only person who has ever protected Hong'er, and Hong'er wants so badly to protect him, but all he can do is stand between him and the evil spirits meant to seduce him. And they catch on to how he feels; they're taunting, they're dancing naked in the prince's form. And in the most base and physical sense the boy is aroused, because he's fifteen and how the hell could he possibly not be, even though his heart is aching and his stomach is churning? And the person he most adores is suffering behind him, pinned to dirt and stone by a blade because he'd rather have that than hurt the boy or surrender some part of himself, and in front of Hong'er the spirits taunt and laugh at his face.

And someday years later Hong'er will be in another cave, alone with the darkness. And the memory of his god will fuel him; will be breath and heartbeat when he no longer has either. And he will carve and chisel, mark Xie Lian's memory into mountains. And somewhere amongst those memories will be that memory, of how he looked dewy-eyed and warm and wanting. The ghost will imagine that same look in a different context: what it would be like to have him look that way but also be safe and happy and wanting him. And that fantasy comes to life too, in the darkness, never meant to be seen by any eye but his own.

And someday centuries later his god's mutinous companions will call him pervert and stalker and he'll be right back in that cave at fifteen, hard and hating it, feeling like a traitor for wanting something his god does not. And by now he knows the taste of Xie Lian's mouth and the feel of his body against his but there's always that thin veil of plausible deniability and he dares not allow himself to think he wants him beyond power siphoned from his lips, even as he knows Xie Lian is too kind to use someone so shallowly. Hua Cheng dares not think Xie Lian loves him. And there in that cave where he once carved alone, he braces himself for utter rejection. Perhaps Xie Lian will have mercy, and crush the ring he wears beneath his heel.

But then comes the twist of fingers in Hua Cheng's clothes and the warmth of a body curling against his back and...

And I just think we need more of Hua Cheng being absolutely terrified of his own wanting and Xie Lian being the one to comfort and soothe him and assure him it's okay.

#tgcf #tgcf spoilers #heaven official's blessing #heaven official's blessing spoilers #hualian

[not-goldy]

Tkk have zero respect for Jk. Today, tkk still lying saying Jikook seperated after 5 weeks or Jk wanted to join Tae, but can't cause of tattoos, even tho he never said any of that & Jimin was a last resort, even tho Jk could've enlisted alone. Mad they didn't get the buddy system for their favs. My question tho, why is it Jk always doing all the sacrificing in their minds? Its Jk wanted to be with his baby, but couldn't. You don't hear them say Tae could've enlisted with Jk instead, if tattoos were an issue tho. Do you? Does this mean Tae doesn't love JK as much as Jk loves Tae, since Tae didn't sacrifice what he wanted to do, to be with Jk? You don't hear them saying poor Jk, when all tae's pictures of him and jennie hit the web or Tae was vacationing with her or walking with her holding her hand in Paris and how Tae spent more time in Paris with Jennie, then he did with Jk on that friend ski trip. Do you? Its always Jk either being the shitty BF emotionally abusing Tae & even physically cause they try to say Jk yanks Tae away from people, etc or its Jk is the reason Taekook is not Taekooking or Its his tattoos, he couldn't go, but he wanted too LIE. Its them saying Tae tried to tell us for months Jk is his lover, but Jk is off doing fanservice with others and hurting Tae instead. The flip flopping narratives & victim complex throw on Tae is disturbing. Its okay for Tae to fuck Jennie for 2 years, hold her hand in Paris, take intimate pics in her bed, take couple selfies with her in his house wearing matching clothes, follow her on IG, lounge in bed with Wooga and kiss on them and go off with them and hang on randoms in paris & say he likes Jimin the most over Jk and move another man into his home who is not Jk. See all of that is okay in their minds and yet they still manage to make Jk the abuser treating tae like shit, cause how dare he enlist with another man, hang out with his 97 line, its all fanservice, he doesn't treat tae right.

They don't know what narrative they want to run with, but they know whatever it is, Tae has to be the main character. They are all tae solos and want him to be the main character no matter what. Even if it means painting him as a helpless abused victim by the most popular idol on one hand & on the other, the one Jk has to make sacrifices for, but never the other way around. Tae can treat JK like garbage, cause its deserved for all his years doing fanservice with Jimin. They really hate Jk and they hate him more now since Chapter 2, cause he didn't play along with what Tae was doing. Plain and simple, but he's the most popular idol and that pairs well with more attention on Tae when it comes to trending, so they keep him around for that. Its not Taekook they like. Its the ship being big that they like and the attention they get from it and the bigger the ship, the more attention for Tae and that is what matters. That's what it always been about it. Funny thing is though, Tae hates these fools and keeps shitting on their fantasies on purpose and they keep letting him. He gives a little, then snatches their fucking scalps for them. Deserved too.

That's an understatement I don't know a single Tuktukkers who likes Jungkook for real

In fact he has no agency no autonomy where they are concerned everything he does is coerced, against his will there's no free choice in their vocabulary

To think some of them are grown adults with this mindset is crazy

Jungkook has been caught sneaking Jimin into his hotel room by hybe hidden cameras and nooooo Jimin is the one to blame for it. Not the guy who sneaks into his room at 1am to lie on his bed doing absolutely nothing

They just can't admit the fact Jungkook IS NOT who and what they think he is nor what they want him to be in their ship realm.

And they HATE him for it too

They hate that man they ship with their favs

[bonefall]

So I decided to read through Bramblestar's leader ceremony from the original Ultimate Guide today- and I had a thought: have you chosen what cats give him his lives in Better Bones already? Granted, I'm sure you'll gut some of the canon placements for not knowing him in life (Lionheart) or being alive by the time he becomes leader (Goldenflower, Ferncloud, Mousefur) but Bluestar imparting clear judgement is a fun virtue considering his actions are anything but. Plus, Jayfeather could always gripe about it when he argues with Bramblestar. 'Wow Bramblestar, you sure displayed clear judgement when you asked me to let Sunrise BLEED OUT IN CAMP!'

I hadn't picked yet actually! I also haven't read his leader ceremony in aaaages. I never really liked it, felt full of TPB fanservice and didn't really say a lot about Bramblestar as a leader.

(But tbf that is probably because the writers have no idea what they're doing with him. He's generically noble and they have a double standard against female characters, so they just use his man pain to make the girls in his life feel wretched without examining WHY having defiant women in his life bruises his ego so easily)

But anyway, I don't have a FINALIZED thing yet, but here's a rough draft. It's a total overhaul. A big difference in BB and Canon is that Bramblestar is leader BEFORE the reveal, and long before the Battle of the True Eclipse. So all of these picks have to be from Po3 and before.

(BB context: Firestar was killed offscreen during the Fire Scene in an assassination, Ashfur took advantage of the situation to attack the Three. It was an arson set by Whiskernose and carried out by Thornclaw, Breezepelt, and possibly Harespring. Ashfur is still on the run, suspected of killing Firestar to hurt Squilf because he failed to hurt her kits)

(also if you want FULL full context go look at BB!Hollyleaf's character summary)

Gorseclaw -- Righteousness. His progenitor ancestor who set history into motion by betraying his siblings during Ripplestar's Rot, and whose curse continues down through the generations. He tells him he's proud. He SEES how much he's struggled. He's had to make hard choices that everyone else thought would be easy, and he understands. But he's done the right thing... and he tells him to keep doing it. Bramble briefly feels hot with shame-- did he really have so many ancestors in the Dark Forest that he had to hear from someone so ancient? Tigerstar, Pinestar, Oakstar... this life unsettles him and sets the tone for the rest of the ceremony

Snowcarve (Snowkit) -- Opportunity. The last time Brambleclaw saw his little uncle, he was carried off by a hawk after shoving one of them out of the way. He stands as a proud, starry adult before him: the age he would have been. He "speaks" through unfamiliar glyphs that form beside his head, and Brambleclaw knows somehow that this is the writing that he had been working on before his death. Snowcarve commands that he watch for that which he would have missed, to listen to those who are different and have new ideas, for opportunity is silent and tender. If your mind and heart are closed to what could have been, you will miss your chance and never know what you could have had. Brambleclaw tries to bring up that he's sorry he didn't save him-- Snowcarve taps his ear and shakes his head, giving him a stern glare. The words say, "you did not need forgiveness. It was my choice and I have never regretted it." In fact, he can wave his tail and welcome the next life;

Yellowfang -- Judgement. She asks him, "Would you ever blame a kitten for what someone else did?" Bramble is confused, "Of course not?" "Then stop blaming yourself for what others have done for you. I ran back into that fire to save my herbs and leeches. I put myself there, and Firestar knew that. Stop confusing blame for experience, guilt is not wisdom, pain is not good judgement."

Feathertail -- Kindness. A little bit of understanding goes a long way. When you get wrapped up in your anger, or your fear, slow down and consider the feelings and intentions of others. You'll find that most people are good. (He accepts the life but stops himself from arguing with her-- ok, sure, but what about everyone who isn't? He has a bit of a thought spiral wondering if the wise cat he'd travelled with had changed or if she was ever wise at all)

(Idk which elder is dying in Po3 yet, if it's Frostfur or Mousefur, but one of them gives a life) -- Confidence. There was a time where their own judgement lapsed, and they pinned their anger on him. They apologize for it, and tell him that this life is for living in spite of that. The strength to mind that you can't control what other people think of you, and the firmness to commit to what he believes is right.

Brackenfur -- Negotiation. To remember that every action sends a message, to understand that you must remain calm and make the right concessions to accomplish greater things. Don't let emotions like anger, offense, and spite cause you to ruin something you may have worked hard to build. (Brambleclaw is by the halfway point totally missing the point that these cats are trying to teach him nuance and mindfulness, and mostly feels betrayed and confused. He knows most of these things... and did the elder not just tell him to have confidence in himself in spite of people who hate him?)

Speckletail -- Courage. When everyone runs away, you run TOWARDS. People will rely on you now, and StarClan will give you the power to protect them. No storm, no beast, and no tyrant will find its way through you. When he takes the life he feels the rage and FEAR she did when she ran towards the bulldozer, the pride in her power as she attacked the human, and learns that Thornclaw was wrong when he told them she looked satisfied on the way down. After kicking him out she was terrified, but overwhelmed by relief and LOVE that her grandson was safe. It makes him collapse, and as he gets back up he's in tears, asking "i thought this was a life for courage, you were afraid!!" And Speckletail puffs her chest up proudly, "Courage is being terrified and doing it anyway."

Swiftpaw -- Acceptance. He has no warrior name. He has no adult form. When Brambleclaw asks him for his title, he simply says, "I give you this life to know when to accept what you cannot change, and the wisdom to see what you can't control." Brambleclaw can't help himself, this ceremony has been a horrible experience, "what a terrible life!" Swiftpaw dips his head solemnly, "yet without it, what a terrible death." But Swiftpaw also reminds him, this is not a part of his life that he cannot change. He can move on with only eight lives, and he will understand. But Brambleclaw says no, "I have a clan to protect. This is one of the things I can't control." He is surprised by how soothing the life is when he gets it though. He doesn't feel any of Swiftpaw's pain as he died. It's not about that. It's the quiet embrace of the void, the shouting as the patrol finds him and Brightpaw, falling away into silence, accepting that he is dying, and that it's okay to let go.

Firestar -- Trust. It HAS to come at the end.

Firestar opens up by asking Brambleclaw what's wrong, seeing how exhausted he is. He responds, his voice trembling, "I hoped it would be reassuring, but I feel more lost and powerless than ever. How can I be responsible for so many people? How will I protect them all? I will be blamed for everything that goes wrong and never know if I made the right choice!" Firestar goes hm, genuinely and sympthetically, "Those are very heavy and legitimate doubts for a new leader to have. I felt the same things when I was in your paws. He waves his tail, "So, I will give you the value that it took me many years to learn, something you were not given and so feel you cannot give. With this life I give you TRUST. You will face many trials in the near future, Brambleclaw. Your truth will crumble. Secrets will be revealed, friends will turn out to be foes, those you think are enemies may be allies, but you must not lose the ability to find the good in all of them. Remember that trust is a choice and an honor. Apply it wisely, but bestow it generously."

Bitterly, but with what dignity he can have in this situation, Bramblestar murmurs sadly, "So there will be betrayal, but I must still trust? I had hoped that you, of all ancestors, would not speak in riddles"

Though the world is blurring and the spirits of StarClan are fading away, he catches something pained and complex in Firestar's expression. Like he has so much to say, doesn't have the exact words to express it, and he's running out of time to find them.

"There were no riddles," he shouts already sounding far away, "Listen to what we have told you and you will find the way!"

(Basically he's shouting "WE WERE VERY STRAIGHTFORWARD ACTUALLY!!!")

We wouldn't get to see this happen in Cruel Season though, since it would be offscreen and not important to the plot of that book. I'd rather get it into Bramblestar's Thorns, which is about Alderheart, Sparkpelt, and the ways that they've been impacted by him as a toxic father.

The ceremony is written to highlight his major flaws. Especially the way that he's bursting with doubt, pain, and immediately tends to make things about himself without realizing. Bramblestar is a very unhappy person, and he often extends that misery to other people.

he's a tragedy to me, man. All these people turning out to tell him that love and faith exists for him and he can't even see it.

Anyway, bonus, some other thoughts for possible lives; (still possible some of these guys get swapped out)

Lionheart, his uncle, who died before he was born. He'd give a good life for wisdom but I think these others are a lot stronger.

Birchface, one of his Tigerkin ancestors in StarClan. Decided against him in favor of Gorseclaw; I think Gorse's both more interesting AND his distance is a good point of doubt for Bramble. They had to go back 4 generations to find a direct ancestor who isn't damned to hell. Birch would have just waffled about admitting mistakes anyway, still too fearful to admit that he is responsible for getting Frecklewish and Oakstar damned.

Bluestar, a leader who contributed to the death of his brother and mistrusted him when he was young... but honestly I feel she is kinda irrelevant. He didn't know her well.

Elderberry, one of his apprenticehood friends and the twin of Ferncloud/older sister of Ashfur. It could be cool for her to give a life of mercy and ask him to be rational about Ashfur's crimes (starclan won't say outright that Ashfur didn't do it because they're not entirely sure he was uninvolved until after his death in a few chapters, Dark Forest influence hiding the assassins), but it's actually a lot more important that StarClan is trying to warn him about the LEADER he will be and fatal flaws he will display for arcs and arcs, not waste a life on teasing the plot of a single book.

Cinderpelt, his cousin who died tragically. There's no reincarnation thing so she could be here to give a life, but I think the current list is a lot stronger.

Lynxkit, his oldest sister. Strongly considered her for acceptance but I think Swiftpaw's WAAAY stronger and I don't need both of them.

#better bones au #BB!Bramblestar #Bramblestar's Thorns #Leader Life Ceremony #tw death #tw animal death #what else should I tag this with? I know Swift's life could be triggering #Also say hello to Snowcarve lmao #I think my favorite/funniest overhauls are when I go in the EXACT opposite direction as the wider fanon #Sweet cute snow? nay. Snowcarve would have been an english teacher

[zhongwans]

not to be rude, but what if you're wrong? what if zhang sanjian IS zhang zhehan and all this time that you're "waiting" you're continuing to support gong jun, the one responsible for his downfall as he stated himself? again, not being rude, just asking. 🙂

You're not being rude, you're just being passive agressive 😂 Also let me get something straight here, the reason I don't support ZSJ is not just because I think he's a fake, but because I think he's a spiteful little coward. Even if he is actually ZZH, it won't change my opinion of ZSJ, but it will change my opinion of ZZH.

The accusations ZSJ threw against GJ in that instagram video are not only baseless, but contradictory to ZZH's previous behaviour. If you've seen all their shenanigans during the WOH promotional period and the concert, can you in good faith say that only GJ was involved in the CP fanservice? They were both playing into it and ZSJ accusing GJ of CP fanservice only makes ZZH look like a hypocrite. If "ZZH" regrets that and now wants to become the patron saint of heterosexuality, he's free to do as he pleases, but the attack against GJ for the same actions that he himself took part in is unacceptable. Not to mention him accusing GJ of being the one behind 813 without providing a shred of proof. Again, not only are those accusations baseless, they also don't make any sense, considering what it takes to pull off something at the scale of 813. ZSJ didn't even have the guts to drop GJ's name. If you're going to accuse someone of something so serious without any proof, the least you could do is own up to it entirely instead of hiding behind plausible deniability.

What if I'm wrong, you ask? Then it only means I was wrong about ZZH and I was wrong to believe in the integrity of his character. But what about you? What if you're wrong? Unfriendly reminder that the Bangkok concert was handled by a production company that has ties with CAPA, the very organization that played a massive role in the destruction of ZZH's career. The same hate accounts on weibo who have been shitting on ZZH since WOH was airing are now the same people supporting ZSJ and harassing GJ. What if you're wrong and all along you've been sucking CAPA's gangrenous dick thinking that you're defending ZZH by doing so? What if all this time you've been rallying behind the same people who ruined ZZH's life?

If I'm wrong, I can live with it. But can you say the same for yourself?

#mind your own business