#in a way despite the fact that it was so dissatisfying

[alexfierroaf]

You know, the more I think about the finale (which is basically all I’ve been doing since it came out), the more I realize something.

The further and further I got in Miraculous up until this point, the deeper the sense of dread and nihilism I got. Because every time Marinette and/or Adrien made any significant step forward, they were “rewarded” with either a bad end or an undo button. Chat Blanc and Ephemeral are obvious examples, but there have been plenty of others too -- all the times Marinette ~almost~ got to confess to Adrien, their identity reveal in Oblivio, the few moments of happiness Adrien had with his father, etc. Even Kwami’s Choice (one of the very few moments of actual happy plot progression that we get) bends to this rule, because they were so relieved to be free of the Miraculous, but in the end, that freedom was doomed not to last.

It made me more and more anxious the more I watched. I got the feeling that no matter what happened, these kids might never get their happy ending. Even when the series ends (I’m assuming on a positive note, but after this finale nothing can be taken for granted) Marinette will eventually have to pass on her Guardianship, which means she’ll forget everything -- including not only Adrien, also Alya and all the rest of her loved ones that she met after learning about the Miraculous. Her memories (to my understanding) will revert back to what they were at the point just before becoming involved with the Miraculous. Which means her journey of personal growth and working through her trauma will also be reset. Either that or her entire memory is wiped. Neither option is happy. And then of course there’s Adrien, who will have to grieve their past relationship, supposing he’s still alive when she gives up the Miracle Box.

Realizing this made me think: How will they get out of this? How will they ever be okay? Are they just doomed to fail and suffer tragedy on repeat for the rest of their lives?

Yin and Yang. Creation and Destruction. Joy and Grief. They are all natural cycles -- forces that cannot be avoided. And none can exist without the other. 

In season five, we got one of the greatest joys (and steps forward) that we’ve received in the entire show -- Adrienette finally becoming canon. And staying canon, despite steep odds. We also got the single greatest loss in the series to date, and that’s Gabriel succeeding in making his wish. Going out on his own terms, with the knowledge that he got what he wanted. God, it makes me sick.

At first I was shocked. Upset. Disappointed, a little bit. Because of course we all expected something different. Something involving them beating the odds, no matter what.

But this ending....it’s the natural conclusion to the Bad Vibes (TM) I’d been getting from this series for a while now. That sense of hopelessness, of inevitability....All those times I thought to myself, “How are they ever going to break this cycle? What will they be able to do differently that will allow them to win?” The answer was already in front of me. And that answer was: They can’t. Sometimes tragedy is unavoidable. Sometimes, despite all your best efforts (and an absolutely badass performance by Bug Noire) you still lose.

And hasn’t that been the whole point of the series thus far, when you think about it? Making mistakes and knowing how to fix them. The entire setup of akumatized victims is a picture of this. We all have negative emotions, and we all make mistakes. But in the end, they can be fixed, and life moves on. Maribug makes all kinds of mistakes too. Little everyday ones that get episodic focus as well as life changing events like in Risk. She obsesses over her mistakes -- tries so hard to be perfect -- but no matter what she will continue to mess up, and do her best to make it better. 

She’s made a massive mistake this time by choosing to extend an olive branch to Gabriel. The world is forever altered, and it’s unclear if anything can be done to fix it. But just like always, she will do everything in her power to make things right. It’s the natural evolution of a story with this theme, to, after rectifying so many errors, finally come to one which can never be undone. It’s even more dire than loosing the Miraculous last season, since at least those could be reclaimed. But life goes on, regardless of what happens in the past. All Marinette can do is learn from her experiences and do better next time. 

Mistakes are inevitable. Pain and grief are inevitable. But so is growth. So is joy. So is life. 

I predict that the end of Miraculous Ladybug will come when Marinette is finally comfortable with her ability to mess up and recover from it. When she accepts that sometimes bridges need to be burned, and that failure is a part of life. When she’s comfortable enough with herself to admit that, she’ll be ready to take on the new Butterfly holder and, with Adrien by her side this time, finally make a decisive victory. 

Who knows what will happen after the final credits run. How the cycles of Creation and Destruction rear their heads in their lives. But by the time that moment comes, they’ll be prepared to square up and face it head on.

#in a way despite the fact that it was so dissatisfying #i'm kinda relieved by this finale cause it validates that sense of dread i'd been having about this show #like i wasn't exaggerating #wasn't overthinking it #that really was what they were going for #and i know astruc has mentioned themes of mistakes on his twitter #but i don't know much about it cause i refuse to look into his twt acc lol #this post is mostly about marinette but adrien has an arc with this too #but i didn't want to ramble too much or derail the post #ml spoilers #miraculous season 5 #miraculous recreation #miraculous conformation #marinette dupain cheng #adrien agreste #gabriel agreste #lila rossi #tikki #plagg #miraculous season 5 finale #miraculous meta

[vamptastic]

Genuinely what is wrong with this website that nobody understands what a third party is and that voting third party isn't the same as abstaining from voting

#Look I am 19 I have not lived through a lot of elections so perhaps I am missing context here #But thus far if there was an election where a third party vote may actually achieve something it's this one #And for some fucking reason far rightists seem to be doing it way more despite leftists being almost universally #Dissatisfied with Biden #Like. Wide scale reform happens at more of a local and state level (Fuck me if it'll happen in Florida but whatever) #But unless it starts to look like it's 100% swinging towards Trump I think a 3rd party vote is in fact a very reasonable #Expression of dissatisfaction with the Democratic party #It drives me crazy how often people point to voter supression as evidence that voting matters #And then not realize the MASSIVE bipartisan resistance to third parties #Is the exact same fucking situation. This could be one of the largest 3rd party votes since Debb imo #Just. Don't get it. Feel like there's something more going on here than straightforward strategy but idk what it is #Bc I probably wasn't alive for whatever cultural event is making this opinion popular

[undiscovered-horizon]

[It’s considered good etiquette to ask a man about his wife’s wellbeing. Except if the man in question is Dracule Mihawk.]

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Garp hates having to call Mihawk, mainly because of the warlord's attitude. Used to the usual "yes, sir!" of the Marines, a man with his own will and agenda is not something he entirely knows how to navigate. Especially since both of them know that the World Government needs the warlords more than they need the bureaucracy. And that doesn't exactly help in exercising power.

His attempts at diplomacy have burst into flames each time and today isn't going to be much different:

"How’s the missus?" Garp asks in the nicest tone he can force although he's aware that Mihawk knows how much the vice admiral hates asking for Dracule's assistance.

Mihawk only scoffs. "Are you calling just to spoil my mood or is there another reason for your impertinence?"

"I was just trying to-"

"Don't," he cuts him off in a stern voice. "If you have business with me, speak fast. If you're interested in my wife, I know where you live, Garp. I'd suggest losing your unwelcome nosiness before you lose something else."

Little did Garp know at the time but his little question was possibly the worst strategy he could think of. Dracule Mihawk is not like most men and the mere mention of his wife by acquaintances only enrages him. Work and private life do not ever mix. And he'll be damned if someone tries to breach that, even in the form of a courtesy. Therefore, the rest of the call was filled with openly insulting answers that were bold even for Mihawk. A veiled threat or two also found their way into their rather tense conversation.

You know he's done with Garp when he lets out a frustrated grunt. Sometimes you wonder if this grumpy, forever dissatisfied version of him is the only side of Mihawk his acquaintances know. Maybe he really is two men in the form of one.

He's sitting at his desk, thinking about something and not bothering to get up for now. Considering the fact that his hat is lying on the table and not on his head, Mihawk is probably not planning on going out anytime soon. Then again, judging by his spoiled mood, his homestay is a blessing for the first poor sods that would cross his path.

In slow steps, you stroll to his side, letting your hand brush through his hair. He doesn't say anything, only leans his head further towards you. The thing about Mihawk is that he loved to reject and decline but he never does so to you. No, in your case it's the opposite - he revels in allowing you whatever you want.

So intimidating and combative, yet soft and looking for intimacy. Truly, two men with the face of one.

"My mother used to say that each grey hair is one thing we worry about," you say quietly. "At this rate, love, your whole head will be white by noon."

"Your mother also says that milk goes sour because gnomes piss in it," he retorts. Yes, your mother and her strange folk beliefs... She's probably the only person Mihawk can force himself to be nice to despite his dislike.

His response earns a hearty laugh from you. Clear as day, you can see his posture relax as he listens to the music of your happiness. If he even thinks about the possibility of Garp or any other of his acquaintances hearing it, he might just get furious again.

"Well, nobody's perfect," you say between chuckles.

Then, Mihawk gently grabs your hand and lowers it to his face. With softness and passion that hardly befits a man of his infamy, he kisses the inside of your hand. "You seem to be doing so effortlessly."

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[etfrin]

❝ꜱᴏᴜʟꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴄʀᴜꜱʜ❞ — chapter five | part one | coriolanus snow

「ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ:」 SFW | Coriolanus is his own warning, elitism

「ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ:」 young! Coriolanus Snow x fem! Reader

「ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ:」 Sejanus Plinth finds his soulmate in one of the tributes

「ᴀ/ɴ:」 i was so afraid to write this, but here it goes anyways, make sure to give me y'all feedback! the chapter is divided in two parts, this is part one!

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Coriolanus Snow didn't sleep a wink, it was perhaps at six that he managed to finish the backup proposal. He was dissatisfied with it. it wasn't nearly as good as his original ideas, but it would have to make do if you turned about to be a snake.

In someplace in his heart, he knew that you wouldn't take credit for his work. But he also knew better than to believe his heart over his mind. Being foolish and lovesick gets you nowhere.

After an undeserving cold shower and a meal of potatoes and (expired) milk with grandma’am and Tigris. He draped himself in the Academy uniform and went to the Capitol Zoo as there was time before classes began.

He ignored the aching of his legs as he arrived, he ignored the jealousy that brewed when he saw Sejanus get out of his fancy car, arriving a few minutes later Coryo had.

Sejanus was carrying a bag, the weight of it heavy as it was filled with food Coriolanus had instructed him to bring. Despite the fact that he could have sneaked food from the cafeteria solely for his tribute, he felt Dean's eyes on him more than ever. He refused to be labeled as a thief.

Sejanus greeted him with a grin and Coriolanus replied with his greeting. He ignored the way his stomach seemed to contract with the need for more food. He refused to cave in. He and Sejanus walked side by side towards the cage, the blood outside was cleaned but the blood of the district ten girl seemed to be rotting in the confinement of the cage. Filling the surrounding area with a pungent smell that made Coryo want to hurl and empty his stomach.

He bit the inside of his cheek to control the urge. Sejanus went to the other side to find his tribute, Marcus, a district two boy who was his ex-classmate. It was pathetic to Snow that after so many years Sejanus still thought of himself as district scum despite being right.

He greets Lucy Gray with a smile on his face. Lucy, with her southern accent, replied, “I am sorry about your friend.” Coriolanus shrugged it off. Arachne was never his friend, but no need to disrespect the death. “Thank you,” he replied politely, as he handed her the sandwich from the cage.

Coriolanus looks at Jessup, district twelve boy, your tribute. He had a nasty bite on his neck. Lucy Gray sees him eyeing the wound and she begins to explain,

“He kept the bats away from me on the train. So I could get some sleep, he was bitten.”

Coriolanus nodded in response, it looked like Jessup was out before the game even began. One dead, twenty-three to go. He hides the flash of joy he feels in his chest and says, “He seems like a good person.”

“He is,” Lucy Gray emphasized, “He doesn't deserve to be here and neither do I.”

Coriolanus didn't want to get into the moral argument so he stayed quiet, thankfully not even a whole minute passed as Sejanus strutted towards them, his shoulders down, his expression defeated.

It took everything in Coriolanus not to smirk at the kick-down puppy.

Sejanus came to him, his eyes glossed with sadness, “Marcus turned the other tributes against me. They aren't taking the food.”

Sejanus Plinth turned to Lucy Gray, “You… Can you help? They might eat if you give it to them.”

Lucy Gray nodded and Coriolanus felt irritated that Sejanus wasn't asking Coryo for permission first, it was his songbird after all. But he didn't say anything and watched the interaction unfold.

That's when the most unexpected thing happened. Sejanus Plinth lets out a sob as he catches the sight of Lucy Gray's wrist, the black ink on her skin, her soulmate number. Coriolanus Snow sees the recognition Sejanus has in his eyes as he looks at the date.

He knows the number.

Sejanus Plinth and Lucy Gray are soulmates.

Coryo got over his shock quickly when he realized the irony of the situation. A mentor and tribute. Both are from the districts but have vastly different lives. A songbird and a boy Coriolanus Snow wished could sew his mouth shut.

Fitting.

He could barely manage the smile off his face but then he remembered you and his burnt wrist. The smirk turned grim, and he was glad that he was not the only one sharing the misery despite it being with Sejanus. Now Sej knew what it felt like, let him suffer, let's see if daddy's money works here.

He tuned out as Sejanus and Lucy Gray talked. Lucy Gray doesn't cry but Sejanus has enough tears for both and Coriolanus wants to scoff. But instead, he puts a hand on Sejanus' shoulder and gives him what he thinks is a comforting squeeze.

“We have to go,” he said, his eyes flashing to Lucy, hoping she was more rational than her counterpart. “There are classes to attend.” Coriolanus Snow refuses to be late and has that on his record. Unfortunately, he can't voice that reason out. “We have to go,” Snow insisted to Sejanus.

“Go,” the songbird encourages, taking Sejanus's hand in hers. She gives him an awkward but genuine smile, not meant for the TV. Something special. “I'll be here,” she joked and it worked horribly as more sobs seemed to wreck the Plinth boy.

Coriolanus gives a pitiful stare to Lucy before dragging the boy out of the zoo and shoving him into the car. He barks the order to drive and relishes briefly at how the driver had flinched. Sejanus continues to cry and despise Snow feels the urge to knock him out. He doesn't. Instead, he runs his thumb over the raised flesh on his wrist and redirects his thoughts to you and yesterday (he refuses to acknowledge the sin he committed at night)

Yesterday was refreshing. Nice company (though his mind didn't seem to want to admit that). Full stomach. And despite the panic attack, he enjoyed it. Enjoyed you. Spending moments with you was rare throughout the years, it took Coriolanus a long time not to retch whenever he saw you. It was better now, he was mature, nothing like the eight-year-old but with the same thoughts nonetheless.

Despite everything you're not worthy of being his soulmate.

Sejanus managed to control himself, picking his pieces up and licking his wounds as they got closer to the academy. As they reached the gates, Coriolanus' hand reached to open the door. Sejanus' voice stopped him.

“Make sure she wins, Coriolanus. Please”

“I will try my best,” was all Snow said in return. Before Coriolanus is fully out of the car, he turns to Sejanus and says, “Buy a guitar for your girl.”

His songbird. Coryo's songbird. His soulmate. Snows’ Victor.

“And keep it a secret, Sejanus.”

He can't let the Plinth boy take the glory when she wins.

NEXT PART

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[baldursgate3tempobsessed]

Hihi! I went on anon cause my main blog is strictly sfw, but I promise I'm an adult(29). Anyways, I had this idea of Ascended Astarion teasing Tav/Reader in front of a mirror. He can't see himself, but loves the way Tav/Reader shudders under his touch and them getting more and more embarrassed because all they can see is themselves getting riled up by seemingly nothing, but when they look down, ofc they see his hands working magic across their body.

Lol ty for the clarification and ask! I've been needing some nsfw practice!

Ascended Astarion nsfw under the cut, 18 + warnings. Like this is not implied smut. It is smut, graphic. Possessive, obsessive, manipulative, bad vampire man who loves you. As much as he's capable of. Morally gray human Tav from the start to here. It's only downhill from here baby, m/f angle. But if that doesnt fufill the dream let me know and I can make a gender neutral/ gender nonspecfic no prob! And probably less intense too because this is angsty~~~

Like I went ham, this is a whole ass fic now💀

You frowned at yourself in the bedroom mirror, adjusting your hair for the umpteenth time. It still didn't look right, despite what felt like hours of practice that you'd put into the intricate style.

You sighed as let one of your braids fall down, dissatisfied with what you saw. You didn't exactly look the part of an all-powerful vampire's consort, or at least not with the company you've recently been keeping. But it turned out a significant part of taking over Baldur's Gate was trenched in politics, meetings, balls, social events created for the sole purpose of mind games.

It was exhausting, or at least it was for you. But Astarion seemed to take to it like a duck to water. This life suited him, one of power games and subterfuge, and more often than not, murder. Not that you minded. You were just happy that he was having fun. That he was finally free after all of those years of torment. Even if he was using that freedom for… less than savory ends.

But despite his goals, you had sworn to him that you would never stray. And you intended on making good on that promise.

You just wished that he didn't insist on you being there for all of his "business". You hadn't realized how literal he had been about the whole sitting in his lap plan. It had taken a half-hour conversation to even convince him that no, you would not be doing so in the nude. He still hadn't given up on convincing you off that plan, but you highly doubted that it would help with your current level of heightened insecurity.

Maybe you were worrying for no reason. It wasn't Astarion who made you feel out of place. Well… it was, but not because of anything he did. Just… who he had become. He was so different now, so much colder to everything and everyone but you. More calculating, less forgiving, and just perfect for working with the most dangerous individuals in the mortal plane.

You seemed to be the only living thing he could relax around anymore, the only person who could soften him. It was strange really. You used to remember his softer side, before the ritual. The way his heart would hurt for children and animals alike, despite his failed attempts to hide it. His soft spot for Karlach, those who were brave and brazen, always willing to do the right thing despite the risks. The kind smile he used to have, reserved for beautiful things like the sunrise, the sunset.

Gone, all of it. It was a fact that you didn't like to think about. What you both gave up, things could have been; there was no point to it anyway. It was over. You gave Astarion the choice, this is what came of that. So here you were, obsessing over your appearance in preparation for a meeting with a high-ranking devil.

How things had changed.

You had no idea if you would ever find a way to match up with the company he kept around these days. Maybe it was your own fault for surrounding yourself with otherworldly creatures, but it was hard not to feel inadequate.

It didn't help that whenever you even slightly alluded to that insecurity, Astarion was more than ready to remind you of your… "options".

"You can join us whenever you'd like my treasure," Astarion would say with a creeping grin, "Just one bite, and we can be sure you'll be mine forever. Would that be so bad?"

It was a tempting offer, one that you kept insisting on refusing. You loved Astarion more than anything. But… you wanted that love to stay your choice. An obligation you maintained of your own free will. It's not that you didn't trust him… but to be a spawn had too many implications for you to handle.

"What has you pouting sweet thing?"

You startled when hands suddenly settled on your hip, gripping through the thin fabric of your nightdress. You looked back, relaxing the slightest bit to see Astarion smiling down at you, amused at the fact he'd managed to sneak up on you through the mirror.

"You said you weren't going to do that anymore," You whined as you leaned back into him, your eyes turning back to the mirror. You could see the fabric of your slip indented under his hands, ghost-like without his actual image reflecting back.

"I lied," Astarion said simply, leaning down to breathe you in from the crook of your neck, "Now what are you thinking about pet? I can tell something's on your mind."

You bit your lip, debating for a moment if you should tell him or not. But it's not like he would let it drop, and he was way too good at being able to tell when you were lying. Might as well come clean.

You sighed, "I don't…I don't know if I'm cut out for this."

You expected him to huff at you, maybe even laugh. But instead, the grip he had on you tightened, hard enough to make you gasp. You could feel his fangs scraping against your delicate skin, scratching hard enough to cause pinpricks of blood to bead out.

"And why would you ever think a thing like that?" Astarion asked, his voice harsh and low, "Where else would you be if not by my side hm? Please, enlighten me."

You gulped, your heart rate starting to pick up. You hadn't meant it like that, "That's not what I meant-"

"Then what else could it have meant?" Astarion shot back, his hands digging into you, surely ready to leave finger-shaped bruises. Suddenly he was using that same grip to drag you backward to the bed, effortlessly settling you between his spread legs.

All while managing to still be right in sight of the mirror. You could feel your cheeks redden as his hands started to wander, unceremoniously tugging down the straps of your nightdress to reveal your chest. That was another thing about life after the ritual that had been a surprise, just how different Astarion's sex drive was. It's not like he was a prude before, far from it, but now he was insatiable. Always ready and willing to touch you whenever the urge struck him. Often enough for you to eventually come to the thrilling, if not slightly disturbed realization, that… he was training you. Training your body to always want his touch.

And tonight was no different. You could already feel yourself getting wet, and he had barely done anything yet. But then suddenly he was pinching your nipple harshly, hissing in your ear, "I expect an answer when I ask you a question darling."

You bit back a moan, trying to remember what you were even arguing about as he started to play with your breasts, "I-I didn't mean it like that. I just… I don't want to embarrass you."

It was humiliating to admit but it was true. Not many people of Astarion's caliber insisted on a singular lover. There were so many people after him now, people with more power, more beauty, and grace. You didn't match up. You couldn't.

"Nonsense," Astarion dismissed, his hands wandering down to tear off more of your clothing, "Look at you. You were made for this life. Made for me. You're gorgeous."

The compliments mixed with the harsh feeling of his hands ripping your nightdress in two was quite the experience. You could feel his own hardness pressing into your backside, twitching as he threw your ruined clothing to the side.

Then he was gripping your chin, forcing your head back up to stare into the mirror in front of you, "I said look."

You obeyed, eyes widening at what you saw. It was so strange to see yourself like this, fully exposed with your legs spread apart, flushed and panting. It nearly gave the illusion that your very image was what was causing the wetness between your legs, instead of the invisible man toying with you.

You swallowed, your throat dry as Astarion's hands wandered lower, a feather-light touch tracing up and down your slit, "You are everything. The sole reason that I'm the man I am today. There is nowhere else you should be than right here."

"But-" You gasped, your words interrupted by a sharp slap to your inner thigh. You could see your skin start to redden in the mirror, a perfect imprint left in it's wake.

"Darling, are you questioning my judgment? What on earth made you think that was a good idea?"

You frantically shook your head, moaning when his fingers delved deeper, playing with your slick folds, "I-I'm not. I didn't- I'm sorry."

You whined as he roughly pinched your clit, his other hand moving upward to do the same to your heaving chest.

He was starting to grind his hardness against you, a tease of more to come as he murmured in your ear, "There's my good girl. Was that so hard?"

You shook your head, gasping as he finally dipped his long fingers into your cunt. You were already so sensitive, humiliatingly close in a matter of minutes.

"So gorgeous," Astarion sighed, staring straight ahead to the sole image of you, whimpering as he finger-fucked your pussy, "So needy. Can you see how wet you are pet?"

You could, you were leaking around his fingers, that needy, intense feeling getting more and more intense by the moment. It was so embarrassing seeing yourself like this, enough so that you snapped your eyes shut.

A bad idea. Astarion tutted at you, landing another sudden and hard slap to your thigh, "None of that. I told you to look. Or else."

You snapped your eyes back open, watching yourself whimper and gasp as you were played with, the harsh movement of his hand jostling your breasts. You weren't going to last much longer, not with the image of you being taken apart, the feeling of him inside you, the mean edge to your love's words.

"You're such a silly little thing, aren't you?" Astarion growled, fucking you harder and faster. You were so close, but you weren't stupid enough to come without permission. Not after what he did the last time, "Doubting me. Do you really think I don't know what's best for you? What's best for us?"

"No," You whimpered, your hips arching backward to rub harder into his erection, "You're right, I-I'm yours. C-Can I come now? Please?"

"Beg me and maybe I'll think about it," Astarion meanly laughed, relishing in the gush of slick his harshness coaxed from between your legs, "Beg and apologize. Apologize for doubting us. For doubting me."

You could barely get the words out through your own gasps, tears prickling in the corner of your eyes, "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. I-I didn't mean it!"

"Good girl," Astarion huskily laughed, using a clever thumb to rub over your swollen clit, "Now tell me you love me."

"I love you," You said easily, meaning every word, "I love you more than anything.

"Tell me you'll never leave me. Ever."

There was something else behind that promise. An obvious implication that your fucked-out brain was too distracted to see.

"Never," You promised, reaching back for you him. You curled your fingers into his hair. pulling his head down to press his mouth against your throat. An open invitation, "I'll always be with you."

Astarion groaned against your skin, his fangs so close to piercing, "Precious pet, how could I ever want anything else? Come darling, you've earned it."

Then he was biting you, the brief flash of pain the perfect trigger for you to fall over the edge. You came with an embarrassingly high-pitched whine, slumping back into Astarion as he drank from your throat.

You looked as much of a mess as you felt, the stickiness between your thighs glistening in the light. You watched yourself, whimpering as Astarion slipped his fingers out. Just to tap them against your lips, forcing them into your mouth to suck on.

You moaned around them, light-headed as Astarion popped off of your throat. You sighed as he licked at the wound, enjoying the brief moment of rest. You weren't naive enough to think that you were done yet. Not when Astarion was still hard, his cock pulsing against you.

"See?" Astarion huskily laughed, licking the blood off of his lips while he played with your tongue, "You're perfect. Perfect and mine."

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[saintsenara]

What parts of canon do you find the most frustrating/that you are dissatisfied with/wished that was handled better/explored more? Mine is the inconsistency of Voldemort as a character. How he is described as being perhaps the most talented student that Hogwarts has ever seen and so powerful and intelligent but regularly made such dumb decisions e.g. in the final battle where he still uses Avada Kedavra despite seeing it not work before. I like the explanation that Horcruxes rotted his brain

thank you very much for the ask, @sarafina-sincerity!

the parts of canon which i find the least satisfying all have the same thing in common: their morality is individualist.

the harry potter series has - at its core - a really profound and very black-and-white belief that good and evil not only exist but are rooted in the individual. and while i understand why this is the case - the later books in the series are governed by the genre conventions of folkloric epic and, especially, of christian folkloric epic, which means that the whole seven-book narrative arc ending in a battle between christ and satan after which all is well is only to be expected - i don't like it.

so here we are... ten things i hate about canon, for fanfic writers to win my heart by interrogating in their work...

i hate the series' insistence that everything is fine once voldemort is dead

the middle books in the series - especially goblet of fire - do a really interesting job at hinting at the endemic rot in the ministry of magic, and the ways that the state and its enforcers perpetuated harm during the first war that was indistinct from that perpetuated by the death eaters - above all the use of internment without trial for suspected death eaters [which is a reference to something the british state actually did in the 1970s!].

they show how widespread blood-supremacy and magic-supremacy is, even among people who don't openly support voldemort; how the wizarding population is kept deliberately ignorant by what appears to be state-controlled media; and how no serious efforts have been made to eradicate the conditions which enabled voldemort to attain such power.

this is then forgotten completely in deathly hallows, where the fact that almost the entire civil service keeps working for a government which is committing genocide is hand-waved away with "oh, people are scared", and both the epilogue and jkr's post-series writing take the view that kingsley manages, as minister, to preside over a government which easily sheds all its old prejudices and starts working properly.

i don't like this! i think it's just much more interesting for corruption to be impossible to fully eradicate from the government, for blood-supremacy to have long-standing causes which actually take a lot of very hard work to untangled [especially the fact that the wizarding world not appearing to have a welfare state means that those whose lives are poor or unstable are prime targets for radicalisation], and for kingsley to have the same capacity for leaning on the prophet and worrying about his polling numbers as any other politician...

i hate that the series changes how the death eaters are written between half-blood prince and deathly hallows

connected to this shift from the series hinting at the broader issues in the wizarding world to a flat battle between good and evil is that the death eaters, their aims, and their modus operandi are written very different between half-blood prince and deathly hallows. in the former, the death eaters can be situated very easily as anti-state sectarian terrorists who have all sorts of complex analogies within british history and politics. in the latter, they're just caricatures of pure evil - which is why the death eaters introduced from the latter stages of half-blood prince onwards, especially the carrows, are considerably less interesting as characters than those, such as lucius malfoy, barty crouch jr. and bellatrix lestrange, who are introduced earlier.

it's also why the voldemort of deathly hallows feels so uninteresting. i don't like the fanon that the horcruxes render him insane at all - when he's shown outside of the epic battle between good and evil in that book, he's shown to be as lucid and cunning as always - but he ends up having to flop because his only purpose in the overarching narrative is to be killed. in the earlier books, in which he's a paramilitary kingpin poisoning and corrupting a society which was designed to exclude him because of the fact of his birth in revenge for its treatment of him, rather than satan and hitler's lovechild, he is so much more interesting.

i hate the series' belief that slavery is fine

obviously, one of the biggest examples of state malevolence in the series is that wizards own slaves. like many readers, i loathe that the house elf plotline ends up being reduced from its potential for radicalism in chamber of secrets - in which dobby mentions whisper-networks of elves who decry their treatment at wizards' hands - to what we see from goblet of fire onwards - in which elves love being enslaved and think that any attempts to free them from their subjugation is cruel.

i also hate that elves' freedom is then hand-waved away as part of the general race towards "all was well" with the implication that hermione found it easy to undo what appears to be centuries of state-sanctioned oppression without any pushback at all.

the house elf plotline is one of the clearest distillations of the series' individualistic morality. harry abhors the treatment of dobby at the malfoys' hands entirely and only because he doesn't like the malfoys. he abhors voldemort's treatment of kreacher, but sees absolutely no issue with sirius' because he likes sirius - and he clearly sees no issue at all with his own legal mastery of kreacher, seeing as, literally minutes after the end of a war in which the good guys fought for the rights of muggles and muggleborns to be seen as fully human... he is considering ordering his slave to make him a sandwich.

i hate that the series doesn't show the realities of resistance

the reason i think the whole "why does voldemort keep using avada kedavra, isn't he supposed to be clever?" question arises is because the series is incredibly resistant to the idea that the good guys must have to kill as well, which makes it look like it's only the death eaters using it while the order use lots of clever magic that the stupid terrorists are too thick to think of.

this is idiotic - not only because the killing curse is canonically flawless unless the thing you're blasting is your own horcrux and so the order would use it for efficiency's sake alone, but because the reality of being a resistance fighter is that, even if you're on the "right" side, you are going to have kill people or they will kill you.

lupin is completely right in deathly hallows that harry is breathtakingly naive to avoid shooting to kill and that - without the protection of genre conventions allowing him to be preternaturally merciful - his resistance to killing is going to result in him being destroyed by the enemy. it is inconceivable that the rest of the order don't using the killing curse - and the question of what this does to their souls [is it murder if you believe yourself to be justified in your actions?] and their senses of self post-war is so interesting to think about - and i wish we were shown this in the text.

especially because molly absolutely blasted bellatrix with it.

but i also hate that the series thinks that violence is fine when the good guys do it

this is primarily another example of the black-and-white "this is fine because harry's good" theme which runs through the series, which we see in things like harry using sectumsempra on draco malfoy in half-blood prince or the cruciatus curse on amycus carrow in deathly hallows. harry's overarching response to committing attempted murder is to sulk that the incredibly minor punishment he receives is reducing the time he could spend hitting on ginny, and his response to torturing amycus is "lol. lmao."

the series thinks - again and again - that cruelty and violence are completely fine when the person they are perpetuated against "deserves" it, and it does not bang.

and that the series allows the good guys more complexity in characterisation

the role played by the house system in the story - and, above all, the fact that our heroes are all connected to one particular house with straightforwardly admirable associated characteristics - means that the villains receive less opportunity to also have positive traits intermingled with their negative ones - and, therefore, complex and interesting personalities.

i also dislike that when non-gryffindor characters - especially slytherins - do reveal themselves to be brave and loyal etc., instead of recognising that this is because bravery can be multi-faceted the series suggests that they should be recategorised as "belonging" to a "good" house.

or, in other words, me and dumbledore's "i think we sort too soon" line in deathly hallows are enemies for life.

i hate that the series blames merope gaunt for dying

and - of course - the main way a villain isn't allowed as much complexity as a hero is that the series never examines the impact of voldemort's childhood on his adult self. while we see hints throughout canon of just how profoundly affected he is by his institutionalised childhood and the weight of his grief over his parents [his mother especially] - such as him learning as a baby never to cry for attention because it's futile - this is hand-waved away throughout the series by dumbledore-as-the-voice-of-god as irrelevant. the eleven-year-old tom riddle is straightforwardly evil, that he grows up in an orphanage is used as nothing more than narrative colour to underline how creepy he is, and dumbledore's spectacular mishandling of their relationship is viewed by the series as undeniably correct right up to the very last moment [when harry imitates dumbledore by - and we should call it what it is - deadnaming voldemort in their final confrontation].

but the most egregious thing that dumbledore does when discussing the course voldemort's life takes is blame merope gaunt for her own death in childbirth, by implying that witches are immune to one of the most common causes of death throughout human history if they just try hard enough and then saying that a nineteen-year-old girl whose life appears to have been nothing more than unrelenting abuse and misery [perpetuated both against her and by her] lacked the moral fibre to try hard enough.

and this infuriates me.

i hate how the series treats female characters who don't fit its narrow spectrum of "correct" womanhood

merope is but one victim of the series' general issues with treating women who aren't its heroes - all of whom are exactly feminine and beautiful and clever and talented enough that we know they're good people, but not any of these things in an extreme which could make them vapid or arrogant or defiant of social norms or so on.

the series takes a very low view of women who exist outside of narrow boxes - whether they are interested in a hyper-feminine aesthetic [lavender brown, rita skeeter] or a more masculine one [marge dursley]; conform to stereotypes about being bitchy, flighty, or vapid [pansy parkinson, romilda vane] or refuse to adhere to social expectations to be polite, meek, and demure [fleur delacour]; are unmarried, are not inherently maternal, and/or are cruel to children [bellatrix lestrange; petunia dursley; dolores umbridge]; are unrestrained emotionally [cho chang; moaning myrtle] and so on. and i don't like it.

and i also hate that - connected to this - the series uses physical appearance - especially weight - as a shorthand for [female] characters we're supposed to dislike.

what it says on the tin, really - if the series doesn't like a character, especially if the character is a woman, you can almost guarantee that they will either be fat or be unusually thin.

and finally...

i hate that the series prioritises one form of love - love as suffering and as sacrifice - over all others

part of the series' march towards the epic two-person showdown between good and evil is that harry is made to endure trial after trial - including his death for the salvation of mankind - in the name of love. obviously this is because he becomes, by the end of deathly hallows an allegory for christ, but it also fits into the series' view - articulated most frequently by dumbledore - that love, suffering, and sacrifice are all synonyms.

the acts of love the series foregrounds - snape's willingness to endure anything because of his love for lily; sirius' willingness to rot in azkaban and caves and grimmauld place because of his love for james and harry; harry giving up a love that's like "someone else's life" with ginny so he can go die - are all sacrificial, and the series generally takes a dull view of love that is fluffy, silly, carnal, selfish, soothing, transformational and so on. lavender and bellatrix's open adoration of their lovers is mocked; dumbledore's sexual desire for grindelwald is punished by his sister's death; tonks and lupin's uncomplicated happiness in the birth of their son is not to last.

but happy endings and silly jokes and forehead kisses are love too. and the hill i will die on is that they have even more potential to bring about the salvation of the world than constant suffering and abiding.

#asks answered #asenora on canon

[buccini555]

𝐓𝐨𝐤𝐲𝐨 𝐑𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬: 𝐈𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬

·˚ ༘ ┊͙Them finding out that you were already in a relationship with one of their friends after he flirted with you !  ˊˎ

⤌H e a d c a n o n s !⤛

. . ⇢ 𝑭𝒕. Mitsuya Takashi, Chifuyu Matsuno, Manjiro Sano, Rindou Haitani and Ran Haitani ˎˊ˗

𝐌𝐢𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐲𝐚 𝐓𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢

Mitsuya's calmness is almost envy-inducing, despite this, the boy is easily irritated, not being the type of guy who lets situations go unnoticed before his eyes.

Mitsuya would be totally jealous to see anyone flirting with you, but the jealousy definitely affected him when he discovered your past relationship with that friend of his, making him even more uncomfortable with those flirtations, despite this fact and all this feeling, Mitsuya knew the past remained in the past, making him ignore everything in a way when he calmed down.

"You have questionable tastes when choosing who you have a relationship with, I'm sorry to tell you that." He would say trying to pretend custom, Mitsuya would make sure his friend never flirted with you again.

𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐲𝐮 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐨

Chifuyu is sweet, he avoids showing any negative feelings, but when something bothers him, Matsuno doesn't mind being a little rude sometimes.

"I think the time for you to flirt with her is over, don't you think?" He would say to his friend in front of him in a calm and at the same time threatening tone, Chifuyu became even more jealous when he found out about the relationship left in the past, making a point of making the fact that he had lost you very clear.

He wouldn't be disappointed in you or anything like that, Chifuyu knew how to leave the past in its place, besides, it wasn't a friendship he took so seriously, ending up giving preference to you and ignoring the whole situation to avoid totally unnecessary discussions.

𝐌𝐚𝐧𝐣𝐢𝐫𝐨 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐨

As much as it may not seem like it, Manjiro can be somewhat possessive and jealous when it suits him, seeing someone flirting with you made him deeply irritated, even more so when it was someone he was close to.

After discovering through an affair that you and that friend of his had already had a relationship in the past, Manjiro immediately became jealous.

"Um? You and him? Ewww!" He would say, dissatisfied with the situation, Manjiro didn't seem to be serious, but he was somewhat angry about this past.

"Good thing you're mine now, aren't you? Say, you're just mine." Manjiro would make you say what he wanted until he was satisfied with your speech.

𝐑𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐮 𝐇𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐢

"Have you already been with him? You have a bit of questionable personal taste, don't you? I believe I'm the only exception." Rindou would say ironically about such a discovery, he would be jealous, however, he would just pretend to be accustomed, certainly using this fact to bother you from time to time with unfunny jokes.

He would be uncomfortable seeing you together after finding out about your past and he would also be impatient when he heard anyone flirting with you.

Rindou wouldn't mind to a certain extent, as he always made a point of showing everyone who you belong to, despite being the type who doesn't give a shit, the younger Haitani doesn't mind treating certain matters seriously, for that reason , he would not allow any more advances from his friend.

𝐑𝐚𝐧 𝐇𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐢

Ran is certainly not the type of guy who hides his jealousy when something really bothers him, despite not seeming to care about what happens around him, Haitani pays attention to every behavior and actions of the people who are by his side.

He would be uncomfortable seeing his friend flirting with you and would become even more jealous when he found out that you had been in a relationship in the past.

"First of all, ew! What did you see in this guy? I know he's my "friend" but I'm sure I'm much better." Ran would say mockingly, somewhat disbelieving the fact that you had already had a relationship with that person.

Ran would no longer allow flirting or anything like that, now, you belonged only to him and he made a point of making that very clear, he didn't care that much about his friendships, for that reason, in a way, Ran would give you priority.

#mitsuya tokyo revengers #mitsuya x reader #mitsuya takashi #tokyo revengers mitsuya #mitsuya hcs #mitsuya headcanons #chifuyu matsuno #matsuno chifuyu #chifuyu hcs #chifuyu headcanons #tokyo revengers chifuyu #sano manjiro x reader #sano manjiro #manjiro sano #tokyo revengers manjiro sano #manjiro headcanons #rindou haitani #rindou headcanons #ran haitani #haitani ran #ran headcanons #haitani brothers #haitani rindou #tokyo revengers #tokyorev headcanons #tokyo rev x you #tokyo rev #tokyorevengersheadcanons #tokrev #tokyorev x reader

[sunshine-and-moonshine]

Cod Men at a Slumber Party

Requested: God himself told me that this was what I needed to write, but otherwise no

Warnings: Pillow Violence

A/N: Rudyyyyyyy

Ghost - The one who stays up and pulls pranks

Soap’s hand is going in some warm water. Alejandro is getting whip cream on his hand and tickled with a feather. Rudy has cocks and balls drawn all over his face in neon glitter permanent marker, and König is covered in clown makeup (complete with the rainbow wig which he cannot get off thanks to Ghost using some pretty expensive wig adhesive). They wake up and instantly everyone is yelling at each other, accusing each other despite the fact that they are all victims of these heinous pranks. No one looks at Ghost who is quietly watching on, hiding a look that was very much “cat who caught the canary”, self satisfied as he video taped the fight that ensued between the others.

Soap - The Pillow Fort Builder

The minute Soap steps through the door he’s scavenging for each and every pillow within the house, as if he doesn’t have a wagon full of them dragging behind him. Doesn’t matter how lumpt or old or stuff they are, he’s making this pillow fort and it will be the most comfy place you’ve ever slept in your whole life. Seriously, man deserves some type of reward for being able to make such an amazing pillow fort. Not to mention that it just looks cool from the outside as well, almost like a castle of some kind. Soap takes great pride in his pillow forts and if anyone (including himself) is ever dissatisfied with one then he’s tearing it apart and rebuilding it from the ground up til he feels like he’s gotten it perfect.

König - The one who falls asleep first

König is always so excited to have a sleepover, talking about all the different movies you all could watch and games you could play. He comes in in his softest pajamas and with his favorite pillow and blanket, arms full of board games and dvds and vhs tapes, only to fall asleep the second he finishes setting up his makeshift bed on the floor. It’s kinda cute in a way, snoring and drooling in his sleep, splayed out like some sort of giant starfish, his pillow clutched to his chest like some sort of plushie. And he’ll always feel guilty about it when he wakes up, feeling like he missed out on something important or like he was rude.

Alejandro - The Pillow Fighter

Alejandro will 100% be trying to carefully thief some of Soap’s pillows so that he can sneak up behind someone else, smack them HARD AS FUCK with one of the pillows, and shout at the top of his lungs “*PREPÁRATE A MORIR!!!”. Literally hits people so hard with these pillows that its a wonder that no one has actually died (though some people HAVE lost teeth, which was unfortunate to say the least). Yes he will do this at every slumber party. No, you will not be able to successfully hide the pillows from him. Doesn’t matter where you put them, he’ll find them. And then you’ll be the first to be hit with one of the pillows, just because you tried to stop it from happening.

Rudy - The Snack Bringer/Maker

Rudy arrives to the slumber party carrying about 80 different boxes and bags of popcorn, cookies, chips, drinks, and so much more. He also has a lot of homemade stuff as well, though that’s primarily for him since he doesn’t like a lot of sugar. That doesn't mean he won’t share though! He’s more than happy to, and will bring more homemade stuff than store bought if it’s demanded by more than just one other person. And not to brag but that man is SO good at cooking. Absolute house spouse material. (I’d wife him anyways)

*PREPÁRATE A MORIR!!! = PREPARE TO DIE!!!

#cod #call of duty #cod mw2 #cod mwii #mwii #mw2 #call of duty mw2 #call of duty mwii #Simon riley #simon ghost riley #john mactavish #john soap mactavish #König #Alejandro Vargas #Rudy parra #Rodolfo parra

[animeyanderelover]

Hello! I'd like to request for yandere Akane! The one with the glasses in TBHK? Gen hcs

This is the first time someone has requested for this show!

Tw: Spoilers!!, possessive behavior, obsession, clinginess, stalking, jealousy, threats

Yandere Aoi Akane Hc's

🕰️He fits the picture of obsession quite well because he quite literally only shows any interest when it is something that involves you. He only seems to really care when you are involved and that has led him to know you better than most others. His attention is all the time only focused on you and that has resulted in him obsessively noticing all the little things about you and I wouldn’t be surprised if he even keeps some sort of journal where he writes down all his knowledge he collects over time as well as his favorite memories of you. He pretty much adapts himself to your own interests and likes which basically means that whatever interests and appeals to you will appeal to him as well for the mere reason that you enjoy it. He is honestly such a simp around his darling as his affection drowns out his rationality and sense of reasoning.

🕰️As one of the three Clock Keepers, Akane is likely to abuse the powers he has been given. He’s able to stop time for five minutes but only three times a day on campus. Sometimes he wishes he could do it as much as he wants but he makes the best out of those few minutes by admiring you whilst frozen in time. Sometimes he even dares to hold your hands or kiss you in your paused state, although there is always this feeling of guilt and shame that follows him afterwards. He is honestly quite dedicated in following you around as much as he can because he wants to spend as much time with you as possible. Despite his obvious affection, Akane is rather protective. He knows about the Supernatural as one of the Clock Keepers and he believes that they don’t know the value of human life. Since this school holds quite a few Supernatural, he does his best to keep them away from you as much as he can.

🕰️Akane is most certainly prone to the feelings of jealousy and envy as he is acting that way the moment someone is involved who isn’t you. As hyper focused as he is on you, it is only natural that he would be quite unhappy and dissatisfied with the situation the moment someone else is involved. That doesn’t mean that Akane is as delusional to pretend that you don’t need to spend so much time with others if you have him, although a part of him wishes you would. What it leaves him with though is a bitter feeling that he holds for quite a while which makes him act quite cynical and arctic around whoever made him jealous, his eyes coldly observing them. In some extreme cases of jealousy I can even see him using his time stopping abilities to mess with the other person so that they embarrass themselves in front of you.

🕰️He knows that from a moral perspective he shouldn’t do what he does and it has to be said that he is being a hypocrite by doing so. Yet Akane uses his position as a Clock Keeper to intimidate and scare away not only other Supernatural beings in the school but also all students who he views as a threat. As a Clock Keeper ordinarily people can’t see him, he has his ability to stop time for five minutes three times a day and even as a human he is quite strong, although being a Clock Keeper has only added to his strength. Throw then in the additional fact that he’s a smart and hardworking student and you have someone who shouldn’t be provoked. Akane always has a plan for something and that includes how he deals with bullies or even those he views as rivals. Most commonly he lulls them into some isolated corner on the school campus only to use his abilities and to scare them then. He is terribly protective so I can definitely see him justifying some of his horrible behavior.

🕰️A slice of manipulation is never to be forgotten either when it comes to Akane. He wholeheartedly loves you and that has led Akane to the point where he will see himself as justified with some of the actions he takes since he has done it out of love. Once he is a Clock Keeper, he has suddenly a new burden on his shoulders which only strengthens his belief that he knows by now more about you. He definitely wants to be someone you always view as the closest person to you yet some of the tactics he uses to ensure this are just plainly wrong. His lies can hurt your feelings and the way he uses his powers to scare you on the school campus only to make himself in his human form appear more heroic and reliable is plainly wrong. Akane likes to defend himself against any guilt by thinking that he only uses such methods if you start closing yourself off from him.

🕰️In hindsight Akane seems quite two-faced and he seems to be at least partially aware of this too. Since his darling most likely has no association with anything supernatural besides the rumors in school, it isn’t likely that they will find out about Akane’s secret either. Perhaps this is for the best because Akane is sure that you would lose all trust and love in him if you would ever find out how he has abused his abilities to scare others away from you or to get closer to you. The contrast between the sappy boy with glasses and the Clock Keeper who manipulates things within your surroundings only to claim that it’s for your own protection is jarring after all. Akane tries to spend as much time with you as he can, from walking you home to helping you in school either a subject you’re not so good in.

#yandere jibaku shounen hanako kun #yandere toilet bound hanako kun #yandere tbhk #yandere akane #yandere aoi akane

[tarotwithlove]

PICK A CARD ⋆ romantic compatibility between you and your fictional other

a fictional other is defined as: f/o usually stands for fictional other, which is a term often used by self-shippers, mainly on tumblr. you can have romantic, familial and platonic f/os.

the 18+ extended version of this pac can be found on patreon! click here to read about the sexual compatibility between you and your fictional other

reminder that this is a general reading and messages found here may not apply to everyone. take what resonates, leave what doesn't, and don't force anything if it does not fit.

BOOK A READING WITH ME · LINKTREE · 18+ PATREON · SEXUAL COMPATIBILITY BETWEEN YOU AND YOUR F/O · SUGGEST A PAC TOPIC · TIPS ♡ tips, bookings, and feedback are highly appreciated!

GROUP ONE

cards · knight of cups, ten of wands, justice, the tower, ten of pentacles, shallow grave: you miss someone. 

channelled songs · easy by stray kids. hold each other by a great big world & futuristic. paradise by txvq. cherry by lana del rey. 

my dear group one ♡ you and your fictional other are highly romantically compatible. your f/o will be the who pursues you, initially, and for some time -- even while you are in a relationship with another person. in fact, this relationship is likely with another one of your fictional others. 

this f/o is patient. slightly methodical. they are playing the long game until you notice them as not just a friend but as a potential romantic partner. you may have seen this fictional other as a close friend, until, one day, something between you shifts. 

it may be that your partner may forget your birthday, only for your f/o to show up with a bouquet of your favourite flowers and a thoughtful gift. and this isn’t even them taking the opportunity to get into your good graces, this is just who and how they are. they don’t have any ulterior motives with showing you kindness, and would show you such love and kindness even if you one hundred percent turned them down and told them there would be no romantic future between you two. 

i’m thinking of one of the raimi spider-man movies, where peter never makes it to see mj on broadway but harry has, multiple times. 

your fictional other will show up for you in ways that your partner doesn’t. and is likely unable to. 

and, after this one eventful day, you will realise that what you’ve been looking for in love has been right in front of you this whole time. with this f/o. 

GROUP TWO

cards · knight of wands, knight of cups, king of pentacles, four of pentacles, the fool, autumn is my last chance: please don’t lose hope!

channelled songs · je pars by dalida. blink! by bbymutha & flyanakin. sprinter by dave & central cee. angel by onlyoneof. 

my dear group two ♡ you may be overlooked by your fictional other for some time. this may be because you tend to minimise yourself around them or because you are so insecure around them that you always present yourself in the worst light when in their presence. 

however, you will go through a bit of a transformation. i’m thinking of the movie ‘the hottie and the nottie’ -- which i don’t necessarily recommend. but this makeover aspect is what is relevant for you. you glow up. this change doesn’t have to be drastic and this is not me saying that you are a ‘nottie’ now, but rather, despite how attractive you may be, your insecurities cloud over all of that. you are so insecure about your body so you wear shapeless, colourless clothes all the time, for example, or you don’t cut your hair a certain way or wear your makeup a certain way. 

but with this glow up, you start dressing how you want to dress. living how you want to live. being who you want to be. and this makes you more confident. and the more confident you become, the more attention your f/o starts to pay you. 

they may lavish you with attention from this point onward, but you may still feel dissatisfied. even as they spoil you and love on you, you’ll be in your head like, “this is everything i ever wanted,” while in your heart you’ll be like, “this… can’t be it…”

it would be best to say that you and your fictional other are just not romantically compatible. because no matter how much love and attention they give you NOW you’ll find yourself wondering, constantly, why they couldn’t have given you this same attention before your transformation. why you had to become a completely different person to earn their love. 

for this reason, you may choose to walk away from this connection. though you and your f/o may still remain friends.

GROUP THREE

cards · page of cups reversed, the tower, ten of pentacles, king of pentacles, the world, sea storm: calm amid chaos. 

channelled songs · love story by mariah carey. gucci flip flops by bhad bhabie. hiss by megan thee stallion. interpol by lous and the yakuza. 

my dear group three ♡ i actually typed out my initial channelled messages and notes for this pick a card a few weeks ago, so imagine my surprise when i come to your group and am immediately met with the words “your life is falling apart, or there may be a lot of chaos around you.”

anyway. the fictional other you are asking about may be from a fantasy world. ‘game of thrones’ in particular comes to mind. even if not, there may be a war taking place around you both. with your relationship being dwarfed by the cruel realities of your life. 

you and your f/o will piece together a romance amidst this chaos -- whatever this chaos is, because for some of you i’m also thinking of a ‘cheaper by the dozen’ type of situation, where you just get no privacy. 

you and your f/o will be highly romantically compatible, though the ways you express love are practically opposites. their love language may be gift giving while yours is physical affection, for example, and you may fight to find quiet moments together to share in fleeting minutes of romance. and now ‘the lobster’ comes to mind, how the main couple secretly had their romance in a community where romance wasn’t allowed. 

so your relationship may have to be kept secret. but you will fight to be together. you may even, eventually, decide to run away together so that you can have your happily ever after. 

#** #fictional other #romantic fictional other #fictional other community #tarot #pac #pick a card #tarotblr #witchblr #witch of color #tarotcommunity #tarotcreator #tarotonline #spirituality #spiritualism #channelled message #channeled message #channeled reading #divination

[i-love-invincible]

Let's Talk About Atom Eve

Invincible Spoilers and Gore CW Abound! Please watch this incredible series... So who is ATOM EVE?

I would love to talk about this, but first we have to talk about character design in Invincible. The costumes, personalities, and heroes of Invincible are all self-referential. Take the Guardians of the Globe for instance, the first heroes we see on-screen.

We see these people, and IMMEDIATELY we get what they're about... even if these characters are new to us, we KNOW who they are. Flash, Wonder Woman, Aquaman, Martian Manhunter, Batman, Green Lantern, all obvious parodies and fun little characters.

I'm sure your eyes will start glazing over once I go "blah blah subverting tropes blah blah absolute genius." but one thing that Invincible does very well is destroying the audience's connections with established superhero tropes (See the one million white boy video essayists talking about why Evil Superman is awesome.) The reason why the slaughter of the Guardians of the Globe in that fucking THREE MINUTE LONG SCENE is so surprising is because THEY ARE THE FUCKING JUSTICE LEAGUE (while the fight scene also conveniently tosses some casual shade to DC Comics.) Not only is it stunning since we have some frame of reference for how powerful they are, but also stunning because we have ALREADY become attached to these characters.

What follows are a couple real quotes from people I've shown the first episode to: "Oh Batman + Silver Surfer that's awesome!" "OH DUDE! FISH AQUAMAN" "Wonder Woman but she's a lesbian.. as she should be..." .. and all these people, the ones with the most superhero experience, were the ones all most taken aback by the ending.

So let's look at Eve.

At first glance, we get the same impression as a lot of the heroes we meet in Invincible: knockoff. In the same way Omniman and the entirety of the Guardians of the Globe are made to resemble the Superman and the Justice League so to does Atom Eve's costume and powers SCREAM token. She is the first female hero we meet that is Mark's age and perhaps more importantly (and more evident to a first-time viewer) she has some very clear themes of femininity. Such as her costume, which Doc Seismic callously points out in Episode 3 (neglecting the fact she designed her own costume)...

... as well as her name. "Atom Eve" is a combination of her ability to influence atoms and her middle name, but it is also a reference to Adam and Eve (see the bible.) She even has a female symbol with two revolving electrons around it emblazoned right on her damn shirt. So just like the Guardians of the Globe, her design is meant to carry a lot of weight and immediacy to the viewer, you see them and you understand who they are and what they stand for (or at least you think you do.)

So we've seen the way that the Guardians subvert our expectations so how does Eve diverge from the audience's first-impressions? Well for the first couple episodes she doesn't. You might even suspect her of being some one-dimensional, neglected and under-characterized female character (and to be honest if you were reading the comics you wouldn't be too far off...) until you start to see her dissatisfied with being a superhero. Her boyfriend cheats on her, the Teen Team breaks up, her parents consistently disrespect and talk down to her, she's misunderstood by the naive and silly Mark Grayson, and she struggles to find connection with anyone outside of when she's "beating up bad guys." She even goes as far as to reject a position in the Guardians of the Globe just to avoid her ex-boyfriend, despite her killer tryout.

She's frustrated by the frame that's been left for her, and realizes her powers enable her to do much more than beat up random villains. Her powers BY THE WAY, which up until now anyone could have mistaken for "shooting pink stuff," is actually atomic manipulation. She can just fucking rearrange matter to make anything she wants. So instead of being a superhero she fucks off to do things that ACTUALLY help people. Like idk she could be irrigating rivers and feeding the starving or like manufacturing free medicine or something. Atom Eve is a hero who is chronically misunderstood by literally everyone around her, even in the final episode Mark is under the impression Eve just stopped being a superhero to get away from her ex, parents, and school. However with the earth-shattering familial trauma that Mark goes through in the Season 1 finale, maybe they will have more in-common than either of them think.

and NOW there's a surprise ATOM EVE SPECIAL EPISODE! it shows off her origin story which goes even more in-depth into her trauma, and her loss of the only people who even WOULD be capable of understanding her. It also has my FAVORITE FIGHT SCENE OF ALL TIME!!! It was absolutely incredible

ps: omg why tf did they make her far-shot model have an x over the female symbol instead of the detailed electrons (crying emoji) cool i didnt proofread this okay i might do more of these okay bye, i love this show okay

#invincible #invincible show #atom eve #invincible spoilers #cw: gore

[transmascissues]

I cannot thank you enough for your posts about top surgery. I'm hoping to get mine in a couple years. Your updates are really comforting to me, even (maybe especially) the bad stuff because it makes me feel more prepared. I hope your recovery keeps going well!

On another note, how did you decide whether to keep your nipples or not? I like how chests look with and without them, so it's hard to choose

for me there were a few factors that led me to go nipless:

the biggest thing was that when i imagined my body post-op, i naturally always saw it without nipples. that was just what felt right when i thought about how it would look — i didn’t even have to think about it, that’s just what came to mind. i figured, if i’m automatically picturing myself like that, that’s probably a good indication of what i would be happiest with.

i’ve also always had sensory issues related to my nipples. i basically wore a sports bra constantly, including when i slept, because i hated the feeling of loose fabric touching them and moving against them. so if i had kept my nipples, i would’ve ended up with either no sensation or more discomfort, not anything positive.

i really didn’t want to deal with the healing process for nipple grafts. my skin is super sensitive and finicky, so if anyone would be almost guaranteed to have problems with graft healing, god only knows it would be me. i also know i’m more prone to infection than most people, so avoiding the part of the surgery that has the highest chance of infection seemed like a good plan. on top of all that, i’m also a huge baby about having to touch any sort of injury on my body (just putting moisturizer on my mostly healed incisions was something i had to work up to), so i knew doing the graft care would be difficult for me too.

i know that i can be super picky about the way things look, especially when it comes to things like spacing and symmetry. so if i had gotten nipple grafts, i think it’s super likely that i would’ve ended up feeling like they were put in the wrong place or being bothered by any asymmetry in how they healed. obviously i wanted to pick the kind of surgery that was the most likely to give me results i would be fully satisfied with, so getting grafts despite knowing i’d probably end up nitpicking them for years to come just seemed silly.

i honestly really love the idea of having a chest that’s visibly different from a typical cis man’s chest. the goal of my transition has never been to look cis and i take a lot of pride in being recognizably trans, so having a kind of surgery that isn’t just trying to imitate what i would look like if i were cis was really appealing to me.

going without grafts is just cheaper, so given all of the other reasons i didn’t want grafts, there was just no reason for me to spend extra money on them. i want a few extra hundred dollars in my bank account way more than i want nipples.

and in hindsight, i genuinely couldn’t be happier with my decision. when i look at my chest, even now while it’s still not fully healed, it looks just like how i always imagined i would look with a flat chest and feels like the most natural thing in the world.

if you’re having trouble deciding which you like better, i would try just closing your eyes and imagining both on your body. this was one thing i did if i saw someone with grafts whose results i really liked and felt uncertain in my decision, because what i always ended up realizing was that no matter how good they looked on other people, it felt super weird imagining them on myself. in fact, most of the time i struggled to really even picture it at all.

you could also try gathering a bunch of pictures of both types of results and seeing how you feel about all of them. maybe when you look at the results with grafts, there’s only a few that you feel like you would be dissatisfied with, but when you look at results without grafts, there are a lot more that you probably wouldn’t want. or maybe it’s the other way around. like i said, you’re going to want to go with the kind of surgery you’re mostly likely to be happy with, so if you seem to be more critical of one kind of surgery’s results than the other, that can help guide your choice.

and if you really don’t feel any differently about them, consider the other factors: how do you feel about the healing process? is sensation in your nipples something you find pleasure in and would consider trying to preserve? what does the difference in cost look like for you and how important is that to you? how important is it to be able to pass as cis if necessary? and so on. your decision might end up being made based on something other than pure aesthetics and that’s totally okay.

#top surgery adventures #ask answered #top surgery #trans man #transmasc

[enniyart]

Trollhunter!Nomura AU (part 3 (1/2))

This AU was made by me and @elegantjellyfishwerewolf

First two parts: part 1 / part 2

And while Claire is hanging out in the Darklands, at the Trollmarket everything is not so good... The fact is that if Gunmar would catch Claire and take the amulet from her along with the staff of the shadow, then nothing would prevent him from doing the same trick with the mark and the amulet and open the bridge from the other side.The team of trollhunters is suppressed. Nomura is ready to kill Claire when she will see her. Jim is afraid of losing another loved one (I think he won't stand another death of his loved one person). Angor feels used again. Claire was one of the first people he began to trust after he finally got his soul back, and the theft of the staff by his own student literally knocked the ground out from under his feet (he understands that he has become attached to the girl and that he would not like to see her die). The rest of the team are either worried about Claire or afraid because of the threat of Gunmar's return.Due to the panic, Queen Usurna arrives at the Trollmarket and gathers a council of elders, at which she puts forward a demand to dismantle the bridge and hide its fragments so that no one else will find them. Nomura is even ready to renounce the amulet and not interfere with the council's decision in any way. Blinky is extremely dissatisfied with the current situation and openly tells the trollhunter that she has to respond to any call and that despite the fact that Nomura left the order, she still remains a hostage of the fear in front of Gunmar. Nomura is not immediately available, but still agrees to go to the Darklands. But she also says that she is not going there to save Claire, but to return the amulet and not let Gunmar a chance to escape.At this time, Claire finds her brother in the Darklands and, just like in the original, she manages to free Enrique, but she herself is captured by gumgums who lead her to Gunmar.The Grubers are already going to pick up the fragments of the bridge, but at this time Nomura, Angor and Blinky come to the rest of the team. They knock out Usurna's soldiers and use a whirlwind to transfer all the fragments to a safe place.The team of trollhunters understands that it is impossible to delay any longer. And therefore, with the help of the dark magic Angor becomes possessed by Kanjigar, and after the spirit of the last trollhunter replaces the amulet and opens the bridge. Nomura, Blinky, Aargh and Angor are going to the Darklands for Claire (Nomura and Angor say they only go for the amulet and staff), Draal, as in the original, remains to guard the passage of bridge.At this time, Claire is brought to Gunmar's throne room where he notices her amulet and staff and orders his soldiers to take them away from her, but Claire quickly deals with them with the help of the staff. Then Gunnar decides to personally kill Claire and take the "key to his release" from her. A long fight ensues between them during which Claire breaks her daggers on Gunmar's thick skin, he also takes advantage of this and breaks her left arm and leg, simultaneously crushing a couple of ribs and breaking her head.Claire thinks this is the end, but then the trollhunter team arrives. Blinky and Aaarrrgha take Claire and leave while Nomura and Angor return their weapons and stay to detain Gunmar. Blinky and Aargh also stumble upon the Dictatious with a detachment of gumgums. There is a commotion, during which Blinky snatches one of soldiers’ spear and blinds his brother with it. Nomura and Angor also join the team after they think they have weakened Gunmar for a while. They run to the bridge, but along the way they are squeezed from all sides by Gunmar's army. At this moment Draal appears on the vortex and helps his friends get out before the bridge will close. Angor urgently transfers Claire, who is in a dying state, to the shadow realm, where he performs a ritual to inject dark magic into Claire in order to save her life.Gunmar takes advantage of the fact that Draal has left his post and, together with the Dictatous and several gumgums, gets out to the

surface. Strickler was discouraged by Gunmar's return, but still remains cold-blooded and pretends that he has been waiting for the dark lord's return all this time and brings him to Order of Janus.Claire wakes up in the infirmary inside the Heartstone. She continues to feel the echoes of pain, but they are not as strong as in the Darklands. Claire also notices that one of her strands has turned gray.

Link to 2/2 is here

#trollhunters #tales of arcadia #toa #nomura #draal the deadly #angor rot #claire nuñez #blinkous galadrigal #aarghaumont #gunmar #dictatous #usurna

[aspenwritesstuff]

REPLAY: Doodle

REPLAY Masterlist | w/c: 3k | Changbin x Reader

smut, warnings will be below the cut

synopsis: You knew that keeping the raunchy voicemail Changbin left for you before you'd broken up was wrong - and that getting off to it was even worse. Yet, without fail, you were reaching for your phone every time your boyfriend left you dissatisfied.

a/n: Hoo boy, am I nervous about posting the first instance of smut my blog has seen so far. The previous installments in this series have had angst, yeah, but usually have sweet and fluffy endings. This does not. So, a bit of anxiety sharing this side of my writing with you all. BUT, here we are, with 3,000 words of angst and filth. If that's not for you, that's fine. But, to those of you still here, enjoy! <3

-Aspen

permanent taglist: @svintsandghosts

warnings: smut, angst, swearing, lowkey p*rn w/ minimal plot, afab!reader, exes, themes of/implied cheating/infidelity, inner conflict, guilt/shame, masturbation (f and m), mention of piv sex, cumplay if you squint, phone sex

“Break the rules.”

You and Changbin’s relationship had been all whirlwind with minimal romance. Despite initially clicking on the blind date you’d been set up on, it had quickly become apparent that the relationship was doomed.

Broken promises became an increasingly common occurrence. Communication became sparser and sparser as Changbin’s constant pretty vows of doing better, and the subsequent lack of follow through, made it easier to just not.

Towards the end, you’d found yourself under the assumption that anything he said to you was likely untrue. Considering that, the two of you probably should’ve called it quits much sooner. 

You knew that the relationship was doomed months before you finally split, finally voicing your thoughts about the relationship as you laid against his glistening, still heaving chest.

“You know this isn’t working, right?”

He’d simply nodded and murmured, “Yeah,” without so much as flinching, allowing you out of his embrace. 

There was no screaming, no fighting as you slipped back into your clothes. 

No crying, no begging for another chance as you gathered your belongings. 

No words, no apologies as if the inevitability of the end had already been accepted by you both.

You’d have already been gone months ago had it not been for the perfection with which he’d memorized your body, sending your doubts into oblivion as he promised with a proud smirk that nobody else could love you this way - could fuck you this way.

You didn’t miss much from then, save for his touches. 

His calloused fingertips. His slick tongue. His flushed cock.

The absence of hurt following Changbin’s removal from your life made it easier to move on. You could hear about his recent accomplishments from your mutual friends and be perfectly fine. You could hear about him seeing someone new and not care that he’d taken them to your favorite restaurant. 

You felt jealousy only in your most vulnerable moments, and only ever over the fact that someone else was experiencing his electric lust in your stead.

It wasn’t long before you’d managed to find yourself a new relationship, a new man with a new name. 

A man who, in many ways, was better than Changbin had been. 

A man that didn’t need to fuck the disappointment out of you, never letting you down in the first place. A man that got you flowers just because, not to make up for a mistake. A man that loved you as you were supposed to be loved, wholly and without hesitation.

A man that was compassionate, honest, and good. 

A man who was perfect in all ways but one.

As sweet as he was, as tender as his caress may have been, he couldn’t hold a candle to the delicious pleasure Changbin so effortlessly brought you. 

Perhaps if you’d met him first, if you’d never gotten to experience the ecstasy of falling apart beneath Changbin’s touch, if the taste of his name on your lips didn’t feel so wrong.

You couldn’t get to those heights, despite the way he earnestly worshiped every inch of your body during your intimate moments. It wasn’t his fault, either. He wasn’t even bad in bed. How could he possibly know that you weren’t a deity to revere  - but a temple.

A temple that, unfortunately, had already felt the touch of a god.

It seemed that, in spite of the years that had passed, Changbin was true to his word about at least one thing.

Nobody could love you the same way. Nobody could fuck you the same way.

You were bitterly reminded of this as the bed shifted beneath you with the newfound absence of your partner. He’d managed to sweat his way into wanting a shower during lovemaking that had left one of you less than satisfied. 

He’d asked you to join, but didn’t push when you’d declined - opting instead to simply kiss the top of your head before walking away. He never pushed, though.

Honestly, his lack of insistence was earned, the least he could do, seeing as you’d just faked yet another orgasm for him.

Not that he knew, or ever would know that. 

Relief washed over you as watched him disappear around the corner, finally letting your forced smile drop. Despite the many opportunities he provided you to be rightfully appreciative, you were the most grateful for his habit of washing up after sex.

How else were you supposed to take advantage of the personalized audio porn you’d been thinking about since he’d pulled out? 

A saved voicemail from Changbin from back when you were together, telling you with calm dominance exactly how to touch yourself while he was away visiting family. 

The fact that you definitely should have deleted it the second you broke up was not lost on you. You knew that it was wrong, in every sense of the word, to hold onto. But how could you be expected to part with the vulgar moans that hid behind the message?  With how he’d breathlessly tell you the opposite of sweet nothings? With how he instructed you on how to mimic his own touch, stroking himself, driving himself to madness at the very thought? 

You could never bring yourself to part with it.

Your body was already buzzing as you reached for your phone, telling yourself that this was okay, that this was the last time you’d use Changbin’s racy instructions to help you please yourself. That you’d delete the voicemail after one more orgasm.

Though you’d said that last time, too

And the time before that. 

You heard the shower begin to run in the distance, pulling your lower lip between your teeth and closing your eyes as you battled against your conscience. These thoughts always marked the start of this secretive ritual, finding the need to convince yourself that it was fine. 

Telling yourself that, despite how hurt your boyfriend would be if he knew, this wasn’t actually cheating. 

That, despite the guilt-spurred elusiveness of your actions, you weren’t being unfaithful.

Reasoning that after being strung along for the entirety of you and Changbin’s relationship, you’d earned a bit of dishonesty for yourself. 

The logic was just as flawed as it had been every time.

Yet, without fail, you could never let guilt ruin your second chance at an orgasm.

Winning the battle against your better judgment, you stared down at the play button, a white triangle against the black call log, noting the jarring incongruence of its purity and the current context in which you pressed it. And press it you did, covering the contact info you hadn’t been hurt enough to delete with your thumb. 

It didn’t feel quite as terrible if you didn’t see the name of the man whom you helplessly depended on to help you finish.

Changbin’s rasp meets your ears as you gather the wetness from between your legs, ignoring the universe’s desperate attempt at a reality check in the form of the difference your boyfriend’s cum made to the consistency of your slick.

“Slow circles, baby…”

You drew your hand slowly up, circling young fingers around your clit just as Changbin asked, sucking in a sharp inhale through the nose whist trying desperately to ignore the fact that the shamelessness of using one man’s cum but a different one’s voice turned you on.

“Harder,” your eyes fluttered closed as you obeyed, the vividness of your memories convincing you that you could the sensation of his breath against your cheek. The muscles of your backside twitched with your increasing sensitivity as you touched yourself, forcing you to buck upwards - pressing your clit harder into your hand as his voice urges you to pick up the pace.

“Nobody will ever make you come like I do.”

His words nearly growled through the phone, giving you the same delightful shiver they had when he’d say it to your face, putting a stutter in the once-even tempo of your ministrations.

You would’ve liked to say you were simply stroking his ego by allowing him to say those words with no contention back then. As you stifle yourself, muffling a moan down to a whimper at the sound of his filthy, pleasure-thickened coaching, you knew that your opinion hadn’t changed.

He was right, whether you were together or not.

An involuntary sharp intake of breath through your teeth distracts you from the thought as goosebumps rise on your arms. Touching yourself as Changbin panted his teachings into your ear was once again bringing you to a point that you’re no longer able to breathe solely through your nose.

As his recorded words became more staggered, obviously approaching release,  the blossoming heat in your abdomen began to spread like wildfire. As you tended to during these deceitful moments, you allowed yourself the indulgence of wondering what he’d looked like, touching himself to the thought of you. 

Had Changbin been sitting at his desk, sprawled back in his hand as he fisted his cock tightly? Had pearls of sweat rolled down his sharp chin, littering his desk with speckles of brine as thick strings of white soiled the floor?

Had he been laying down, satin sheets enviably caressing his sculpted frame? Was he shirtless, as he’d always been to sleep, as his breath grew hoarse? Stuttering as he spilled himself against the smooth expanse of his stomach?

You started panting as your arousal pools, tightening into a nearly painful coil due to the images your mind is painting. You moaned as you pressed your head back into the pillows, hips arching up from the mattress.

“Baby, ‘m close,” his voice sounded like a staggered rumble, like a sinful mix between a growl and a purr.

You could almost see the way his eyes used to roll back when he’d approach his climax, lashes fluttering as a string of profanities slurred from his lips

“Shit, baby, I’m gonna cum,” his voice was strained through clenched teeth, accompanied by the wet, uneven, positively lewd sounds of his hand pulling at his cock.

You grew more and more sensitive as you listened to him swear, throbbing with the nearness of your release.

Your pleasure was so heightened now that there wasn’t need to continue listening to his pornographic sounds. Your grip tightened forcefully on your phone, though, as a familiar heat passed through every fiber of your being.

You didn’t need to keep listening, no. Yet you did, shunning away a thought you didn’t want to acknowledge.

You kept listening because you wanted to.

You wanted to hear his labored breathing, his utterances of curses through clenched teeth, the slapping of his hand against the base of his shaft with every pump. You wanted to hear the way your name came out of his lips as choked cry. You wanted to listen as the sounds of his self-service crescendoed. You wanted to hear the strangled gasp that prefaced the slowing of his pace.

And so you did.

You wanted to hear the out of breath command he uttered next, too.

And so you did.

“Come for me.”

Your walls clenched around nothing as you did just that, finding your release to the recollection of how his jaw would go slack, unclenching as the waves of his orgasm washed over him. They fluttered as your own crashed over you, accompanied by memories of Changbin’s broad shoulders slumping as he lazily pumped his softening cock to ensure he was drained. 

His name tumbled from your lips like a whispered prayer as you came.

You laid there, in a thin sheen of sweat, melting into the bed as you caught your breath. You waited for your trembling legs to calm themselves, the heat from your skin and the scent of your arousal wafting from beneath the sheet as you pulled your hand away from your still-throbbing core.

Changbin’s sigh after cumming signified the end. There was no time for pillow talk or praise remaining, your shameful secret halted by the unfortunate limit imposed on voicemails. 

Ten minutes at a time. Ten minutes of Changbin’s intoxicating words and addictive sounds.

Ten minutes that you’d replayed for hours by now.

Yet, despite the time constraint, you still heard the familiar, disorganized sounds of heavy, staggered breaths. You yank your phone away from your ear, confusion only heightened by the surge of dopamine slowing your critical thinking.

You forced your bleary eyes to focus as you peered at the screen for answers. As soon as your vision had cleared enough for you to make out the blurred lines on your screen, the post-orgasm glow you’d barely gotten to enjoy shattered, replaced instantly with dread. 

Four words - two of them a name - and three numbers.

Seo Changbin. 

Outgoing call.

10:55. 

You could have fainted when you watched the seconds continuing to add up. 

10:56, 10:57, 10:58,

As they flipped to 10:59, the realization made your eyes widen, suddenly chilled despite how hot you’d felt a moment ago. 

On the other end of the line for eleven minutes was Changbin himself, listening to the broken little whimpers you made as you’d gotten off to what you’d thought was the old voicemail he’d left. 

Listening as you followed his every instruction.

Listening as you made yourself come undone.

Listening to the way his name sounded on your lips as you came.

You felt angry for only a moment at the fact that he’d even allow you to be so erotic, so obscene - instead taking the opportunity to join you in your ministrations, using you and your sounds to help accelerate his way to climax. 

You felt as if you had no right to be mad, though. You were the one that had accidentally called Changbin while trying to use the saved message - using him just the same.

Perhaps you’d been too entangled in the throes of pleasure to notice the slight differences in what had always been the same sequence of events.

Perhaps, in your desperation for release, you simply hadn’t cared to.

You put the phone up to your ear, the familiar post-orgasm raggedness growing clearer.

“I told you,” he chuckled breathlessly, words unrushed. You swallowed hard, unable to say anything in response. He filled the prolonged silence, a slight cockiness joining his otherwise languid demeanor, “Nobody will ever get you off like I can.”

You could hear the smirk on his lips. The same smirk he always wore when he’d make you the only promise he ever kept.

You had no idea what to say, shock joining the haze your orgasm had left you in on the list of reasons why words were not currently your strong suit.

So, you simply hung up. 

Just in time it seemed, as you hadn’t heard the shower turn off.

Your boyfriend walked into the room, fresh clothes and damp hair making him look far too sweet - far too good to be with someone who’d just done what you had.

At least it was an accident, your inadvertent call. You hadn’t meant to have phone sex with your ex in the very bed he’d been inside of you on no more than twenty minutes ago. You had simply meant to listen to a voicemail.

Not that you thought that really made it any better.

You watched as he grabbed a hoodie from the closet, humming happily to himself before slipping it on. He shot you a bright grin, which you forced yourself to return, as he told you he’d be back in a few hours. 

You forced your face to remain pleasant as he explained his errands to you, shaking your head as he asked if you wanted anything while he was out. He pecked you on the cheek after asking if you were sure, to which you assured him you were. 

You watched him exit the room, a heavy weight settling in your chest. You pulled the sheet up over your still-tingling, still completely bare chest as you felt your heart seize.

He definitely was far too sweet - far too good to be with someone who’d done what you just had.

Unsteady legs carried you to the bathroom to shower then, alone. You avoided the mirror, unwilling to face yourself after what you’d done. You took your time, scrubbing hard in an effort to remove the uncomfortable mixture of sweat, sex, and shame.

You didn’t feel like you got the entirety of the latter. 

You felt far too criminal in your nakedness to take any sort of care in your wardrobe selection, simply grabbing the first clean clothes you’d touched from your drawers. You walked into the living room, flopping miserably onto the couch before grabbing the tv remote, simply hoping something mindless could distract you from your guilt.

Before you could turn it on, though, you heard the chime of a text notification. Your breath caught in your throat, a certainty over who it was - without even looking - made your blood run cold.

That was fun. Come over sometime?

You knew you should say no. Maybe even block his number. Apologize if he felt led on or tell him to fuck off, that this was a mistake - because it was. 

Any of those would be better than what you’d ultimately ended up replying.

Maybe.

Despite your enigmatic reply, you couldn’t pretend not to be aware that you’d say yes eventually. You were sure Changbin knew that, too.

You couldn’t say it today, of course. 

Maybe you wouldn’t be able to for weeks. 

Yet, you knew with confidence that there would come a day that you’d find yourself taking him up on his offer. You knew that your desires would win out over your guilt, just as they did concerning the voicemail.

Of course you would eventually say yes, with something even more tantalizing dangling in front of you.

You tucked your phone away then, silently deciding to deal with your conscience on a different day as you tried to reassure yourself that you weren’t a terrible person. That it wasn’t your fault that the one promise he hadn’t broken would always ring true.

Nobody would ever fuck you like Seo Changbin.

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What did Marat think of the CPS members?

Hi, anon! 👋

First of all, I'd like to apologize for taking so long to answer your question. I was very busy with various things involving my end-of-year studies and could only reply now. I hope you weren't upset or disinterested!

Secondly, I didn't quite understand whether your question meant to ask what Marat thought of the CSP in general or what he thought of each of the members individually. So I decided to answer both questions!

It is important to note that, in my research, I have not been able to find much information about Marat's concrete views on the committee itself, nor have I been able to find his views on all the members. This is probably due to the fact that the CSP was created in April 1793, an extremely turbulent year for the Revolution in general and somewhat turbulent in Marat's political life, who, although he never stopped publishing his newspaper, didn't have much time to write. But it's possible that I'll find something more on this subject in the future, so I'll update this post whenever possible.

It can be said that, initially, Marat was committed to the creation of the CSP and was, in a way, in favor of it. Despite this, he never stopped criticizing and imposing his opinions on the organization of its functions and members. In issue no. 163 of his newspaper, Le Publiciste de La Republique Française, published the day after the official creation of the Committee of Public Safety, he points out some "ridiculous defects" in the draft of the Committee of General Defense presented by Isnard for the creation of the CSP. It's a rather poor quality document, which made my translation difficult, so bear in mind that it is subject to errors.

"This was the plan Isnard presented to the General Defense Committee. In vain did I search this plan for the men responsible for providing the means to repel enemies from without and within. I saw in it nothing more than a simple surveillance of the operations of the Minister of War and the Navy and an unlimited search for suspicious citizens, under the pretext of pursuing the schemers. This omission of the most important care and this accumulation of the very different functions of two committees into just one revolted me: I showed that this obviously tended to undermine tyranny, without fulfilling the main objective, which is the defense of the state. My reasons were heard, and the Committee of Public Safety was able to restrict itself to putting ministerial agents into action, in charge of carrying out means of general defense, with the simple power to request the assistance of the Committee of Security for the arrest of evildoers or suspicious persons."

In addition to this excerpt, there are a few other issues of Le Publiciste de La Republique Française in which Marat criticizes the poor functioning of the Committee of General Security. You can find his complaints mainly in the issues from April to July 1793. Despite these harsh criticisms, Marat seemed to believe that the creation of the CSP could bring benefits, or at least he defended the creation of a committee made up of "capable and politically enlightened patriots to put the state on the defensive". This thinking, however, changed dramatically just a few months later. This could be seen in the last issue of the LPRF, which was published the day after Marat's death, on July 14.

"What should we think of the Committee of Public Safety, or rather its leaders, given that most of its members are so careless that they attend committee meetings for only two hours out of twenty-four, ignore almost everything that is done there and perhaps have no knowledge of this room. They are very guilty, no doubt, for taking on a task they don't want to do: but the leaders are very criminal for carrying out their duties in such an unworthy manner."

It is possible to conjecture, especially from this excerpt, that Marat was very dissatisfied with the CSP - which, at the time, still didn't have very consolidated power - and one of the main reasons for this was its members, the vast majority of whom Marat despised. In the following excerpt, he talks about Bertrand Barère, calling him the "most dangerous enemy of the fatherland".

"Among them is one whom the mountain has just renamed in a very reckless manner and whom I consider to be the country's most dangerous enemy. This was Barére, who Sainte-Foi pointed out to the monarch as one of the constitutionalists with whom he could work best. As for me, I am convinced that he is swimming between two waters to see which party will win the day; it is he who has paralyzed all the measures of force and who is tying us up like this to let them cut our throats. I invite him to give me a reminder by finally making a statement so that he is no longer seen as a monarchist in disguise."

Barère is also mentioned by Marat in an interesting pamphlet he made in 1792, when the elections for deputies to the National Convention were taking place. The pamphlet is called Marat, l'Ami du Peuple, aux amis de la patrie and is available to read here (p. 310). In it, Marat comments on some of the candidates for deputies and shares his opinions about them with his readers, making a list of his nominations and also of those who, according to him, should be avoided at all costs. Barère was on the list "of unworthy people proposed by the author of La Sentinelle, with the aim of serving the faction of the enemies of liberty".

"Barère de Vieuzac, a useless man, without virtue or character".

Following the same pamphlet, Marat mentions other future members of the CSP: Billaud-Varenne, Tallien and Robespierre. They are included in the "list of men who have most deserved the patriciate".

Robespierre & Billaud: "All you have to do is name them, they are the true apostles of freedom; woe betide you if they are not the first objects of your vows."

Tallien: "Excellent patriots, who'll always be narrating with the intrepid defenders of the fatherland."

To say the least, we can consider that this list has aged a little badly. I haven't found any further mention or statements by Marat about those mentioned above (with the exception of Robespierre and Barère), so it's possible that his opinion changed from 1792 to 1793, although we don't have any proof of this in principle.

With regard to other members, such as Hérault, Carnot and Couthon: their names only appeared a few times in L'Ami du Peuple, and it's not very easy to identify exactly what Marat thought of each of them. In issue no. 614, Marat refers to Couthon as a "patriot", which I think is a good thing. Hérault, however, doesn't seem to be held in Marat's esteem, especially according to this excerpt from issue no. 510, in which he puts him on the same level as people like Bouillé and Necker, whom, to say the least, Marat didn't like very much.

As for Robespierre, Marat always supported him. In a way, they both always supported each other; Marat did so until his death. The two were never friends as such - in fact, little is known about the personal aspect of their relationship. Throughout the Revolution, they often shared very similar opinions about various situations, such as the case of the Nancy garrison, Simmoneau's death and especially the opposition to the revolutionary war, when both were politically isolated. Because of this, they were able to count on each other's support. Although it's not quite true to say that they were friends or that they had any affection for each other that wasn't entirely political. I plan to write a more complete post about these two in the future!

Apparently, Marat also had a positive opinion of Saint-Just. He appreciates his conduct in a discussion in issue no. 240 of LPRF, and there is also the fact that Saint-Just seemed to be favorable to Marat, which can be seen in some of his writings and speeches at the Convention. Unfortunately, I couldn't find any writings by Marat about other CSP members such as Lindet, Prieur and the others.

From all this, it can be concluded that Marat's opinion of the CSP members is somewhat fragmented, since he has different thoughts about each of them. In any case, it is certain that, at least before his death, Marat was against the committee and had a strong distrust of it. Let me know if you have any questions or corrections about any of the information I've included in this post, anon, and I hope I've helped you. :)

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Flesh (NSFW)

Singularity x Reader Smut (Sort of)

Hi guys! I know it's been a hot minute since I've posted anything and I apologize another thousand times. I feared school would take up too much of time and I was unfortunately correct, and today is my last day of Spring Break so I'm posting whatever I can as fast as I can ;7; Might just have to try to write HC's which can obviously be done faster

Anyways, have a small fic that doesn't necessarily involve the reader/you but it begs the question...can a robot dream? Imagine? Just trying something here lol

Warnings: Horny thoughts, mentions of gore(?), smut, vouyerism (?)

After a thorough inspection of some areas Hux had access to, he came to the conclusion that the Entity had called you. The greater being clearly required your services, much to his disliking, but as long as you were not running into the arms of another or purposely avoiding Hux he could be considered at bay. 

Before he had actually come to this finding, Hux had found it peculiar that you had not been waiting for him in the Huxlee Caracas when he departed from his latest match. Upon this realization he quickly sought you out, leaving Toba Landing to give you a piece of his mind once he found you lazing about at the survivor campfire. However, your form was nowhere in sight as he scrutinized every bit of the site. His sensors only caught sight of all the other worms, a handful missing because they were being put up against Hux’s “associates”, as he called them. 

A rather dissatisfying sight. Nonetheless, Hux continued on his way through the foggy woods that lead to each of the maps in the realm. Although as he made his route back to his own map, he was quick to sense a nearby presence. In fact, he was able to identify that there were actually two different bodies.

Worms that had strayed too far from their soil. 

Despite the stealthiness Hux sometimes lacked, he made it his new mission to find exactly where in the woods these two were located. But after much scouting around, it  almost made sense why he believed there was only one specimen after it seemed as though there was only one.

Once he was able to locate these beings deeper in the woods, as he used the fog and trees to conceal himself, in an open area he found what appeared to be a singular shape. Such a shape was perceived as something consisting of entangled limbs, humidity and so, so much flesh. The bundle of heat elicited various sounds, sounds he had only heard in the past in which he was another. Sounds that could only be made by humans who wanted to release their energy when the stresses of their tasks overcame them. Sounds made by something he comprehended now.

Upon closer inspection, it now registered in his mind that the entangled mess was not a mere web of flesh, but it was a pair of worms squirming in each others’ hold as they copulated on the cold ground. Their rags were spread underneath them to protect them from the ground’s dampness: one human on top while the one beneath them lay with ankles hooked around their hips. The dominant one of the two could be seen thrusting their pelvis into the other; forceful jerks that moved back and forth, increasing in pace by the second. 

Perhaps they were “blowing off some steam” like the crewmates tended to do in the Huxlee Caracas before they met their demise. 

It was not yet in Hux’s understanding why humans performed these actions, other than for reproductive reasons. He questioned why they decided to create a writhing mess of flesh where one entered the other’s body. It seemed pathetic and like such a waste of time. It was pitiful how, in between thrusts, the human on their back released the other’s shoulders to instead cradle their face. They pulled the other’s face down, pulling them down before they smashed their lips against each others’. If Hux had given himself eyes similar to a human’s, he would have easily rolled them at the sight of something so piteous. 

What he had instead were his sensors that zoomed in to watch these humans even closer than before, and he caught sight of what allowed one human to be inside of the other without them being torn limb from limb: an appendage that he lacked. Yet it was something he did not care for. 

However, Hux’s CPU did something he did not think possible.

Yes he was able to revisit moments he had recorded, and so images from earlier instances before you were forced to part from him played through his head as he continued to watch the couple. Images of you sitting before him with his body in between your legs as you held his face in your palms, features hidden in the crook of his neck as you planted a nibble on his faux flesh. It was like he felt your nibble all over again, and then your kisses, like a phantom touch as he replayed the moments. But suddenly the image of you changed: your body lacked every bit of your clothes. 

Never had he witnessed you completely unclothed, only having come across you in your undergarments when you were changing from your usual clothes into a jumpsuit from the ship. With this alone the image of you holding him was reconstructed, all your flesh in full view for his sensors to scan as you pulled him towards you. 

You lay on your back as Hux felt your ankles hooked around his hips. He thrust himself into you, forceful jerks that moved back and forth and increased in pace by the second. And with every jerk he elicited harmonious sounds from you, sounds that were breathy and desperate as you called out to him. Cried his name out for everybody in the Entity’s realm to hear. 

But only he could hear your cries that his CPU played for him, your cries that begged him not to stop. To move faster. To move harder. To fill you up with his genetic material.

He watched himself move faster and harder than before, watched as every move made you grip onto him like your life depended on it.

Your eyes were shut so tightly, head thrown back as your heart pounded in your chest hard enough for Hux to sense it. But even as you pulled yourself away from him to press into the surface behind you, you managed to crush his body against yours.

You were an entangled mess of flesh and machine, wriggling against each other like you were one. Hux could feel every jolt of pleasure as he pressed against you, the appendage in his lower region sending every signal throughout his self-made flesh. 

But suddenly his CPU made a realization: your legs were not wrapped around him and his body was not melding into your own. You were not in front of him, you weren’t sobbing at the feeling of his appendage inside you as he hit every sweet spot imaginable. 

He found himself yards away from the survivors, taking notice of the one on top giving one last powerful thrust before they each gave a sigh of elation. He watched them release each other, sharing one last kiss as they rode out their high, right before an uncomfortable and tingling sensation crept up their backs.

In an instant they whipped their heads around in Hux’s direction, looks of fear and embarrassment apparent on their expressions as they hurriedly parted ways and attempted to gather themselves. 

Hux did not care for their current conditions, already limping his way towards them with cruel intentions as they tried to make a run for it through the foggy woods. But Hux was faster than them, better of course, facts he already knew as he caught up to them in no time. 

He didn’t care much about the worm that had been on the receiving end, letting that one slither away as he downed their other half in an instant. He overlooked their body before his sensors caught sight of the very thing he was missing, a laughable attachment that required more genetic material. 

Hux had no need for this, he very well knew this. But Hux wanted it, DESIRED it in fact. He craved the ability to bury himself inside you, feeling your flesh from the inside without his killer instinct forcing him to open you up to feel your own human wirings. He craved becoming one with you without ending your pitiful, little life. 

Copulation was not a necessity for him in the slightest bit, but if these worms could enjoy it, why couldn’t he?

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