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satorusugurugurl · 2 months

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I know you might have one like this … but can u do a multi fic with jjk boys (gojo geto nanami and toji) where they push their girl to using the safe word.

If this is too similar to ur other fic I get it lol. If it is then can u do a jealous fic for them.

JJK Men: Safe Word

Summary: Things get a little too hot and heavy, and you have to use your safe word!

Characters: Gojo Satoru, Geto Suguru, Nanami Kento, Fushiguro Toji, FAB!Reader

Word Count: 2,038

Warnings: Rough sex, mentions of blood, public sex, teasing, boundaries crossed, safe word use, after-care!

A/N: Thank you for the request, Nonnie! I hope you enjoyed it; I know I did. Requests are open!

Gojo Satoru:

“Fuck!” Satoru growled from behind you as his cock slammed in and out of your pussy at a rough pace. “Baby, you feel so fuckin’ good!”

It did feel good. God, you loved it when Gojo fucked you rough. Rough sex was always fun—depending on where you were. You loved it in bed! On the couch, the kitchen, and even the shower. But your private onsen? Yeah, this wasn't exactly it.

“S-Satoru,” You winced out, hands scraping over the rocks of the private hot spring you were in. The pain in your hands stung as the hot water started making you dizzy. “Satoru!”

Your attempts to grab your boyfriend's attention went over his head. You crying out his name meant you must be enjoying yourself. Gojo loved it when you cried and screamed his name. It made his cock throb inside of you. He grabbed the back of your neck, pushing your face against the rocks.

“That’s right, say my fucking name~!! Let everyone here know who fucking you so good that you're crying, Y/N. Take it, take it~!”

Your face stung, the rocks cutting into your delicate skin. The hot water sploshed around as your breasts bounced. Fuck you were dizzy, and your palms were sore. You might pass out, and not in a good way.

“Toru!” you yelled again, tears in your eyes as black spots formed in your vision. “T-Torr—” Hot, too hot, “Toru,” Panic rose as your vision blurred. You had to use it, your safe word. There was no other choice. “Mochi!! Mochi!!”

Instantly, Satoru stopped, pulling away. “What's wrong? Are you okay?!” Concern laced his voice as you weakly tried getting out of the heated water. “Y/N?!” He scooped you up in his arms, carrying you out of the hot spring. “Holy fuck, you're burning up!”

You whine, trying to blink away the black spots, listening as Gojo runs around the room. You sighed in relief as a cold rag was placed on your forehead. The chill felt good against your heated skin, bringing your temperature down slowly but surely. After laying on the ground for a couple of minutes, you slowly opened your eyes, seeing Gojo looming over you, towel around his waist as he fanned you.

“Hey, there you are.” Tossing the fan to the side, he gently examined a couple of scratches on your face. “Fuck, I'm so sorry. Are you okay?”

You tried to get up, only to be shoved back down. “I got so dizzy, and my hands were killing me.” Satoru frowned, grabbing your hands gently and turning them over to examine the red skin littered with tiny cuts. “I'm sorry, Satoru, I just couldn't do it.” your boyfriend shook his head, kissing your palms so softly you barely felt it.

“Don't you even think about apologizing! We have a safe word for a reason.” Satoru sighed in relief, the back of his hand feeling your cheeks. “I’m so sorry, I was way too rough.”

“I don't mind you being rough. Just preferably in bed. Or the kitchen. Or that time in your office.”

Satoru scoffed, shaking his head as he picked you up, carrying you into the room. “You just almost passed out ten minutes ago, and you still like it rough?” He sat you on the bed, taking the rag off your head, heading to rinse it out, and put it back in place.

“I may not be the strongest or the chosen one.” You lay down, watching his toned back flex with laughter as he shook his head. “But you chose me ~ I'm the strongest at making you cum.” The wet rag promptly smacked you in the face. The wet plop had you giggling as the bed dipped.

“Alright, chosen one, lay back down and let me cuddle you.”

Geto Suguru:

“S-Sugu~!.” You gasped out, face pressed into the corner of the small closet you were in. The tiniest fucking closet in the world. And your leggings were around your knees as Suguru humped into you from behind.

“So tight, fuck you're clamping down on me.” Suguru humped faster, pushing you deeper into the tiny constricting corner. “You like this? Like it when I fuck you when people could catch us?”

Usually, yes, you got off on it. But right now, in a coat closet, that was constricting your air, not so much. Your body was tense, legs trembling as waves of nausea washed over you. Your chest felt tight, and you suddenly couldn't breathe all that well. It felt like the closet was getting smaller and smaller, threatening to crush you.

“Y/N fuck~” Your boyfriend whispered. “Are you gonna cum~? You're getting so tight~ Gonna cum on my cock?” Suguru slid his hand up, grabbing your throat and squeezing it. “Let me help.~”

Now, you really couldn't breathe, and it triggered your fight or flight. “Red!” You barked out, clawing at his hand around your throat.

Hearing your safe word, one Suguru never heard you use, had him moving so fast. He released your throat, pulled out, and quickly readjusted both your clothes before opening the door to the closet. He watched in fear as you stumbled out, falling to your knees as you gasped for air.

“Y/N, princess?” His hand gently pressed against your lower back. “Are you okay? What happened? Did I hurt you?”

“N-No!” You gasped out. “I was getting claustrophobic. I couldn't breathe.” Your heart rate slowed down as you turned to face him. His bangs dangled in his face as his dark eyebrows knitted together. “You didn't do anything wrong. It was all me.”

Suguru felt somewhat relieved that he had not been entirely responsible for your use of the safe word. But that didn't stop him from feeling bad. He turned his back to you, motioning for you to climb on.

“Come on, let's get you outside.” You eagerly climb on his back, resting your chin on his shoulder. “This party is lame anyway.”

“Yeah, it is. On the way home, can we get boba?”

“That's a silly question. Of course, we can get boba. Watching you suck down balls would be far more entertaining than this party.”

“If I'm feeling up for it later, can I suck on your balls?”

“We’ll see how you feel later.” God, why was he so caring and perfect? You buried your face in his neck with a happy hum. “Okay, back there, princess?”

“Never better.”

Nanami Kento:

One of Nanami’s favorite things to do when he got back from a mission was to tease you. It started as simply worshiping your body, gentle actresses of skin, and kisses down your neck. The man wanted to retrace every part of you he hadn't gotten to see while he was away.

So this time around, he was paying extra close attention. He had just gotten home from a two-week mission, and he was desperate for your touch. Nanami was gently caressing your arms, your inner thighs, all the way to your dripping pussy. But he never touched your sex. He wanted to savor every inch of you. Taking in the way you whimpered and twitched as his hands trailed over your body.

He could do this for hours.

You gripped the sheets in your hands, whining as Nanami’s fingers drew closer and closer to your clit, but he never touched it. What had started as loving, longing touches had turned into an almost torturous touch. Your legs began to tremble and shake, aching for your fiancè to do something, anything!

“So beautiful~” Nanami whispered as his fingers grazed your inner thigh, all the way up to your pussy. “God, you're so wet.” oh, this was it. He was finally going to touch you! But to your absolute disappointment, he trailed his finger back down to your thigh.

It was too much; you were so turned on it hurt! Covering your eyes, you whimpered in frustration. Nanami focused on your calves, honey-brown eyes transfixed on the soft skin, reveling in the feeling of it when his world crumbled at your soft cry.

“Yellow.”

Nanami whirled his attention back to you, his hand cupping your cheek. “Y/N love, honey, what's wrong?” You said nothing; your bottom lip trembled as you clenched your thighs together. “Y/N, talk to me.” His deep voice was concerned as his eyes focused on you while you pulled your hands from your face.

“I-I can't take it anymore. I need you to touch me, like really touch me; it hurts.”

Nanami’s shoulders slumped down as he sighed in relief. “Oh love, I'm sorry. Was I teasing you too much?” Calloused fingers immediately found your clit, sending you nearly off the bed. “Is that better?” he cooed as his lips pressed against yours as you whined.

“Y-Yes!” You inhaled sharply, eyes going wide as he slid those two fingers inside of your wet heat. “K-Kento!”

“Shh, I got you know, just relax.” But it was hard to relax when he started pumping those thick fingers in and out of your cunt. “I got you.”

Toji Fushiguro:

“Fucking bitch.” You whine as Toji slams into you. “Trying to flirt with you.” your nails dig into the brick wall of the alley Toji fucking you in. Your panties dangle from your ankle as he presses your back harder into the wall. “I'll show them; all of them you belong to me.”

“T-Toji!” you whine out, “please be quiet.” Your eyes darted down the alley. People were talking and walking by. The streets are busy on a Saturday night, and you'd much rather not get arrested for public indecency.

“No.” His teeth clamp down into your neck so hard you scream. “Let them hear, let everyone know who's fucking you so good.” You winced, trying to ignore the anxiety settling in your chest. It would help if you focused on the pained pleasure instead. “You want that? Don't you want the whole city to see you getting fucked like a bitch in heat?”

“I-I—!”

“‘I-I—’ what slut? Use your big girl words.”

“Toji I—I don't—!”

“If you don't tell me what you want, I'll just have to take you to the street and fuck you in front of everyone.” Sharp teeth bit down on your earlobe as a group of people laughed yards away.

Everything hit you at once. Toji’s words, the sound of approaching laughter, the fear. “Red!” His eyes widened as he gently pulled out, placing you on the ground. Just as a group of people walked by. Gripping your dress, you shakily slid down the wall.

“Hey, hey, you okay, Y/N?”

“I—I—” you flushed, putting your panties back on, “I didn't like the way you were acting. I don't like the idea of someone else seeing me like this.” Toji’s face softened as he nodded. “That was too much. Way too much, Toji.”

His face fell. The confusion that was etched into his features was replaced by regret. You were visibly upset, arms wrapping around yourself as you took several deep breaths. You were right. He had gone too far. He was so annoyed with the guys looking at you in the bar that he took it out on you—the last person who deserved to be treated that way.

“Y/N.” His fingers graze your cheek. “I’m sorry, babe. I was so in my head I didn't even consider how you would feel.”

He was being sincere. His cheeks were flushed as you looked at him. He rubbed the back of his neck as he glanced down the alley; for him to apologize like this meant a lot. Toji wasn't the best when it came to using his words.

He flinched as you fell forward into his chest, your arms wrapping around his waist. “You dummy.” He scoffed, wrapping his arms around you and leading you down the alley to the street.

“Come on, brat, let’s get you home. I'll snuggle the fuck out of you as an apology.”

“Can I be the big spoon?” You asked, leaning into his side as you walked.

He snorted a laugh, his hand holding your hip, pulling you tighter against him. “You sure can.”

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lev1hei1chou · 3 months

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Makeup Artists

Gojo x reader, Nanami x reader and Toji x reader (individual) Genre: fluff, comedy idk Words: 1.1k Synopsis: The trio attempt to do your makeup Masterlist

Life with the strongest Jujutsu Sorcerer was always an adventure. Today, however, was a different kind of adventure – Gojo had insisted on doing your makeup.

"You know, babe, I'm not sure about this," you chuckled nervously as you sat in front of the vanity mirror, Gojo rummaging through your makeup bag like a kid in a candy store.

"Don't worry, it's just a little fun. I'm practically a pro at everything, including makeup," he grinned confidently, while examining a tube of lipstick.

"You're a pro at everything, huh?" you teased, raising an eyebrow.

"Of course! Now close your eyes and trust me," Gojo said with a wink, and you complied, suppressing a laugh.

He started with foundation, and surprisingly, he wasn't doing a bad job. His fingers moved with surprising precision, blending the makeup perfectly into your skin. You couldn't help but admit that his touch was gentle, even though his usual antics were far from it.

"See, I told you I'm great at this," he gloated, admiring his handiwork.

"Yeah, yeah. But the real challenge is the eyeshadow," you challenged, handing him a palette.

Gojo eyed the colors, looking as if he was about to perform a complex Jujutsu technique. After a moment of contemplation, he dipped the brush into a shimmery gold shade and carefully applied it to your eyelids.

"Looking good so far," you encouraged him, trying not to laugh.

As he continued, Gojo became more engrossed in the process. He even attempted to recreate the infamous blindfold pattern that adorned his eyes on your lids. It was obviously a bold move, but surprisingly, it didn't look half bad.

"Voila! The Gojo touch," he proudly declared, leaning back to admire his masterpiece.

You opened your eyes, examining the finished look in the mirror. Surprisingly, you were impressed. Satoru had managed to create a unique, bold makeup look that somehow suited you.

"You know what? I think I like it," you admitted, giving him a playful smile.

"Of course, you do. I'm Gojo Satoru, after all," he replied, smirking.

It was a lazy Sunday afternoon, and you found yourself at home with Kento Nanami, your boyfriend. As you lounged on the couch, an idea popped into your head.

"Kento, do you want to try something fun?" you asked, a playful glint in your eyes.

He looked at you, raising an eyebrow. "Define 'fun.'"

"I was thinking you could do my makeup," you suggested with a teasing smile.

Nanami's stoic expression remained unchanged, but a flicker of surprise crossed his eyes. "Makeup?"

"Yeah! Just for fun. I think it'll be interesting," you said, getting up to get your makeup bag.

Nanami sighed, but there was a hint of amusement in his gaze. "Fine. But don't blame me if it turns out poorly."

You handed him the makeup bag, and he examined its contents with a mix of curiosity and skepticism. As you sat in front of him, Nanami took a deep breath, preparing himself for this unexpected challenge.

He had battled curses, dealt with demanding people at work but doing someone's makeup? That was a new task.

"Let's start with foundation," you instructed, handing him the bottle.

Nanami carefully applied the foundation, his movements unsurprisingly careful. Despite his initial reluctance, he seemed to be getting into the task. As he continued, you couldn't help but appreciate the focused expression on his face.

"Okay, now for eyeshadow," you said, presenting the palette.

Nanami inspected the colors, selecting a neutral shade. With a gentle touch, he applied it to your eyelids, blending it expertly. You were impressed by his skill and concentration.

"See? I told you I could do it," he smiled, a faint hint of pride in his voice.

As he moved on to the eyeliner and mascara, you couldn't contain your laughter at the sight of Nanami, the serious salaryman, fully engrossed in the art of makeup application. Despite his initial hesitation, he seemed to be enjoying the unexpected bonding experience.

Finally, he finished the look with a subtle lip color. Nanami stepped back to admire his handiwork, and you turned to the mirror, genuinely surprised at the results. The makeup was tasteful, well-blended, and highlighted your features without being overly dramatic.

"You know, Nanami, you might have missed your calling as a makeup artist," you teased, giving him a playful wink.

He rolled his eyes but couldn't hide the small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "Let's not get carried away."

One random day, you found yourself in the company of Toji Fushiguro. As you sat at your vanity, surrounded by an array of makeup products, a thought crossed your mind. One that you probably should have ignored.

"Toji, do you mind doing my makeup for me?" you asked with a playful grin.

Toji glanced at you, a mix of surprise and skepticism on his face. "Makeup? Really?"

"Yeah, just for fun! It'll be interesting to see what you come up with," you replied, handing him a makeup brush.

Toji sighed, but there was a small smirk playing on his lips. "Fine. But if it looks terrible, I'm not to blame."

As Toji dipped the brush into the foundation, you couldn't help but suppress a giggle at the serious expression on his face. He applied the foundation with a level of intensity that was comically out of place for a makeup session.

"Easy, Toji, easy. You're not exorcising a curse," you teased, trying not to burst into laughter.

He shot you a deadpan look before moving on to the eyeshadow. Toji examined the palette, selecting bold and contrasting colors that made you raise an eyebrow. As he applied the vibrant shades to your eyelids, you couldn't help but wonder if he was aiming for a cursed technique-inspired look.

"Uh, Toji, maybe a bit less on the eyeshadow?" you suggested, trying to salvage the situation.

Ignoring your advice, Toji continued with determination, creating a look that could only be described as avant-garde – a unique blend of vibrant hues that clashed in the most spectacular way.

"Now, the eyeliner," he mumbled, holding up the pencil like a seasoned warrior ready for battle.

You winced as Toji attempted to draw precise lines, resulting in a series of squiggles and zigzags that resembled a cursed seal more than a makeup technique.

"Okay, I think that's enough," you said, struggling to contain your laughter.

Toji stepped back, admiring his masterpiece with a proud grin. The mirror reflected a chaotic blend of colors and lines that left you in stitches.

"Toji, I appreciate the effort, but I might need a little touch-up here," you chuckled, reaching for a makeup wipe.

He shrugged, an amused glint in his eyes. "I tried my best."

He really did attempt to navigate the world of makeup with all the finesse of a bull in a china shop.

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gr1mstar · 5 months

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jjk characters passing the driving test (or not)

notes: ok ok, hear me out. the driver license its hard to get (for me it was at least) and i think the jjk characters would absolutely be a mess ))

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GOJO SATORU

gojo will most likely drive with sunglasses on, one hand on the steering wheel and one resting on the arm rest. he will drive aggressively, gojo will most likely fail the first time because he almost hits a pole when he wasn't paying attention because he was looking elsewhere (a newly opened pastry shop where he hadn't been before).

he would pass the second time and moat def would drive an automatic car.

NANAMI KENTO

he will pass the first time. he is very responsible, respectful, attentive and sexy. most likely after some time he will make that sexy movement with the steering wheel - when you turn the steering wheel only with the bridge of your palm - nanami would also drive an manual car

and he will most def put his right hand on your thigh teasing you ;)

GETO SUGURU

he will pass the first time. barelly. he will struggle with the thought of killing monkeys on the pedestrian crossing. geto will also drive an automatic car for sure because... idk it's just the vibe. i feel like he could drive both but he prefers the automatic.

his girls would play the music in his car and even tho he would not like it - he doesn't say something. such a dad.

FUSHIGURO MEGUMI

pro driver. like nanami, he will pass the first time. not as sexy as he tho, he probably will be very tense when he would drive. i see him driving an manual car but switch real fast to automatic. megumi probably would not like the radio to be on when he is driving and would yell at who is putting music to "turn off the fucking music because i swear i will kick you out of this car and feed you to curses."

RYOMEN SUKUNA

he would not take the exam. he would just drive without a license and kill people just for fun. he doesn't enjoy driving and thinks it's a waste of time, so i think he would drive an automatic car. after some consideration and you convincing him to take the exam he will pass on the first try, but not because he's good at driving, but because he would threaten the examinator.

ITADORI YUJI

he will fail. A LOT. he would ask megumi for help and he would pass in his sixth try. than after he would crash into a tree when he didn't pay attention because he was looking after a girl who looked like jennifer lawrence. yuji would probably also drive an automatic car, because the manual one would be to hard for him.

FUSHIGURO TOJI

like sukuna, he would probably skip the exam and drive without a license. he would be good at it tho. like nanani, toji will be extremely sexy doing so with a hand on the steering wheel and another on your thigh.

i see toji driving an manual car, because he likes to "feel the car" or some shit. maybe it's en excuse to look sexier. (spoiler alert: in works!)

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vickyvicarious · 25 days

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I am not sleepy, and, as I am not to be called till I awake, naturally I write till sleep comes. There are many odd things to put down, and, lest who reads them may fancy that I dined too well before I left Bistritz, let me put down my dinner exactly.

Jonathan's already writing for an audience that he expects to doubt his story/sanity. Even if that audience is just himself later on, he wants to be very clear that this was a real experience, and he wasn't drunk. He's less certain about his state of wakefulness at various points, but he tries to pay attention to that as well. He mentions when he was feeling tired, when he suspects he missed time due to sleeping, and so on.

But also... he's writing this in the early morning, after Dracula finally lets him go to his room. Perhaps he's hoping that in writing over what he's experienced, he'll calm down a little more. He wants to get it down while it's still fresh but he's also trying to writing till sleep comes. But look at how he ends the entry:

I am all in a sea of wonders. I doubt; I fear; I think strange things, which I dare not confess to my own soul. God keep me, if only for the sake of those dear to me!

That does not sound like a guy wrapping it up because he's about to drift off to a restful sleep. If anything, he's way more worked up than he was at the start. Reliving it all as he wrote has made him even more scared and doubtful, and he signs off with hopes that he survives this ordeal.

And then... what? Puts his diary away in his pocket and goes to bed? Sits hugging his knees watching the door, telling himself he's being ridiculous but too freaked out not to? Paces his room to try and wear himself out? Examines all the gifts he's been given, smelling the flowers and fingering each knot on the crucifix necklace? Watches the sun coming in the window as it crosses the ceiling, exhausted and wired and trying to think of Mina? The gap between finishing this entry and falling asleep must exist at least a little, and it's not fun to imagine.

#dracula daily #jonathan harker

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feelbokkie · 11 months

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Don’t Let Me Love You | Chapter 18

pairing: Felix x fem reader; Chan x fem reader

genre: smau, fake dating, crack, angst, fluff, non!idol au

pov: 1st/2nd person (depending on how you view it)

warnings: swearing,

summary: With the upcoming wedding of her cousin and her ex, Y/n is in desperate need of a date for the wedding that will show the happy couple that she moved on.

word count: 1,390 (unedited)

screenshot count: n/a

previous | masterlist | next

backstory unlocked: Chan and Y/n

For your listening pleasure (might be best halfway through the story)

You watch as Felix converses with your parents at their table, no doubt trying to convince him that the next wedding has to be yours. You two had managed to stay together for a while before your parents swept him away, leaving you alone at your table.

"Eonni, there you are. Finally, someone I can stand!" Hannah, Chan's sister, exclaims as she sits down in Felix's empty seat.

"Hannah! It's been so long." You hug the younger girl and lean back into your seat.

"No offense, by what are you doing here?" She asks, copying your action.

"Atoning for my sins I guess." You reply cooly.

"You know, I always thought that I would be at one of these things for you and my idiot of a brother." She sighs, crossing her arms.

"Hey, don't call Chan an idiot. He's still your brother." You elbow her side.

"Yeah, but you were supposed to be my sister."

"Hannah," You coo, gently stroking her arm.

"Ah shit, sorry. I promised my parents I wasn't going to not start anything today or tomorrow.”

You watch as Hannah lightly slaps her cheeks. You had met Chan’s family a few times throughout your relationship. You, Hannah, and Lucas all hit it off immediately and by the time Chan had broken up with you, they had become like your younger siblings.

“You know, you and Lucas can still talk to me, right? Just because Chan dumped me and is marry someone else, it doesn’t mean I’m going go cut you two out of my life. You like my little sister.” You tuck a loose piece of hair behind her ear.

“Oh trust me, I’m going to be coming to you to complain about Bai.” She turns and smiles at you.

Felix watches fondly from the table where your parents are sitting as you laugh and exchange joke with Hannah. He can help but have a small smile. He’s glad that you’re having fun despite everything.

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Felix sat with your hand in his hand ever since Hannah got up from the table. Both of you know the song was coming up and you are getting more and more anxious. Felix gives your had a reassuring squeeze every couple of minutes.

You two watch as Bai gets up and walks to the small stage towards the back of the room. Her hair is perfectly curled, the heat trained stands of hair perfectly framing her face. Her dress is white and short, like something someone might wear at a graduation. She even wore a small flower adorned with small white flowers. If you didn’t know any better, you’d think she was a princess.

“Hello! I just wanted to come up here and thank everyone for coming to the rehearsal dinner. It was so fun meeting each and everyone of you, I can’t wait to officially become a member of the family tomorrow.” Bai speaks into the microphone. The venue is mostly filled with Chan’s family members, yours and Bai’s family being a lot smaller than his.

“I don’t want to stand up here and take up too much of your time. I know you guys want to get back to eating. But I have a little gift for Chris that I want to present him with right now. Y/n?” Bai’s eyes find you in the crowd and she smirks.

Your breath hitches in your throat as the people in the room turn around to face you.

“Remember, sing to me, okay?” Felix whispers in your ear before kissing your cheek. You finally squeeze his hand back before dropping it and making your way to the stage.

When you get to the stage, Bai grins as she examines the distressed look on your face before leaving the stage. You tap the mic to make sure it’s still on before you turn and face the crowd. Bai and Chan are at the center of the room, looking up at you. Chan is confused about what is going on while Bai smiles at your discomfort.

“Hello everyone, my name is Y/n and I’m Bai’s cousin. Just want to say congratulations to the… happy couple. Chan, Bai asked me to sing this for you as her way of expressing her love for you. Enjoy,” You speak softly. Felix is sitting behind Chan, making it easier for you to look at him instead.

“You're just too good to be true…”

You watch as Chan’s face turns ghost white the second the first note of the song hits through the venue’s speakers. His mouth drops and he quickly looks at Bai in disbelief.

Various family members sway along to the song and your singing, blissfully unaware of the psychological turmoil you are internally going through right now. You can’t help but think of all the times you and Chan sang this song to each other. You think about how the first time he said ‘I love you’ to you was while you two were watching 10 Things I Hate About You together.

“Pardon the way that I stare,”

Your eyes meet Felix’s, who was shooting you a small thumbs up and finger heart. You couldn’t help but smile. Somehow, it’s easier to sing to Felix. The two of you have definitely gotten close over the past few months. You spent much of your free time talking to or hanging out with him. You went to his apartment several time over the past couple of weeks to prepare for this moment he helped you practice the song and focus at looking at him while you sang.

“Oh, pretty baby, now that I found you, stay,”

You know that after tomorrow, this relationship that you have with Felix is over. And while you wish you could stay friends, you know that you’ve disrupted his life enough for three months. You know that watching his his ex lover, or whatever they were, isn’t easy but he stayed to help you.

“I love you, baby”

You’re going to miss the random dates and the constant supply of cafe mochas and the various pastries. Felix says he’s not in love with Bai but tomorrow is going to be hard for him to watch as the person he had some sort of relationship with marries someone else. You know how he must be feeling. The void that only seems to be getting bigger. You don’t want to be a permanent reminder of this for him.

“Oh pretty baby, trust in me when I say…” The song finishes and your heart sinks as the crowd cheers. You blink a few times before thanking the audience and finally breaking eye contact with Felix as you exit the stage.

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You had to get out of the room. You need fresh air. You stare up at the sky, finally letting the tears you were holding back fall. You can imagine the smug look on Bai’s face if she knew you were outside crying.

“Here,” A hand appears in front of you holding a handkerchief.

“Thanks,” You mumble, taking the handkerchief and start dabbing the tears on your face.

The two of you sit in silence, staring at the night sky. You’re too close to the city. The light from all the buildings polluting the sky, making it impossible to find a single star.

“Why are you out here, Chan?” You sigh.

“Wanted to check up on you. Singing that song couldn’t have been easy,” He breathes.

“Well, it’s what the bride wanted so,”

“Y/n,” He mumbles, standing in front of you and block your view of the starless sky.

You take a real, good look at him. He has bags under his eyes. His eyes are glossy but his expression is unreadable.

He caresses your cheek with the back of his fingers so softly, like you’d disappear.

“Chan,” Your breath hitches in your throat as you watch his eyes shift down to your lips, “what are you—“

Chan effectively shuts you up by leaning down and deeply pressing his lips into yours. You freeze, unable to fully understand what is happening and why. Chan’s lips fit into your like a missing puzzle piece. They’re as soft as you remember but somehow sweeter. Before you can fully process what’s going on, Chan slowly pulls away.

"I'm still in love with you, Y/n."

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Buy me a coffee?

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Opps this post got forgotten! But if I don't post it today when will I!?

Okay so, I've been thinking for awhile on the question: why do I like terumob and why did it take over my brain? What is it about it...what caught my interest. As someone who was very NOT into ships when i first got into mp100, why did I crashland into this one?

This post has been in progress for like....weeks now? Nearly a month? 3 months? Yea.

Okay so. Here we go. THOUGHTS! On terumob and why the fuck I like it. Below the cut.

Like I mentioned, when I first finished Mob Psycho 100 in June of this year I wasn't into any ship. I was actually REALLY NOT into ships. I really liked gen. I wanted to explore the characters and I loved the complex relationships between everyone but I didn't want it to be overshadowed by romance. I purposely steered clear of any and all ship art.

But then I started to see some TeruMob fanart and I was like "Aw man, they are so cute and squishy." And I started to like them....just a lil bit. ONLY A LITTLE BIT.

BUT then I read more Teru-centric fics, read Teru analysis' and then I was like. Oh shit, Teru is 100% so into Mob it's like....this kid has it bad. He has a major crush. And even on the rewatch I am like WOW yep, confirmed in my brain, Teru has it bad. The subtext of his pinning is JUST so there for me. I didn't even have to look hard for it. I suddenly was very in on the Teru-one-sidded part of the ship.

But here's the thing, I'm not a big fan of ships like that... feels too unrequited. Hard for me to really like it. I need to have some level of something from both sides. Just how I am.

So that still leaves the question.

When and how does Shiego liking Teru work? Is there any subtext for that or am I just making it all up because I want the ship to work for me?

(which also is fine ya'll, no judgement if you ship two characters that barely interact, thats the fun of fandom stuff!)

I mean, all things considered, Shigeo likes Tsubomi. Scratch that, he REALLY likes Tsubomi. Shiego loves very strongly, like all his emotions. And he definitely likes Teru, they are good friends, so I kept thinking: where and how does that cross into a crush to me, for these characters?

Teru cares a lot, he adores Shigeo—Shigeo is kind, he is powerful, he is everything Teru wants to be. But are there places where I see this same level of intensity from Shigeo?

Annnnnnnnd then I got to their fight in season 3.

Everything Shiego did to Teru was so pointed. So raw and angry. Like I said, I think Shigeo feels his feelings very strongly and, I don't know, just the fact that he PERSUED Teru to humiliate him EXACTLY in the same way again, tells me that their first meeting had an intense impact on him. We don't see a lot of his feelings on his meeting with Teru, besides the brief ??? in that episode. After meeting Teru, it's just...life goes on as normal for them. But deep down I don't think Shigeo ever really tackled his complex feelings about Teru and their first meeting.

So it all comes out, its all be stewing for AGES, and what comes out is mean. It's aggressive. It's almost sarcastic? It's what happens when we let things chew us up inside and comes out all twisted.

Teru evoked such a strong reaction from Shigeo, even if Shigeo didn't admit it or express it, that I can't help but think, after things have settled, after he has spent more time adjusting to his whole self...after they both take time to really examine themselves and grow....

....that Shigeo wouldn't develop stronger feelings for this boy who also turned his world upside down. Who made him feel such strong emotions, who changed his world too.

Teru was forever changed by meeting another esper his age.

I think Shiego was too.

And I think where I started to love them was after the finale, after Teru's acceptance of Shiego for who he was.

I don't want to pigeonhole any of the espers into only being able to date other espers. But I also....yes, Shiego is a normal kid, but he is also Shiego.

Teru is a person who understands the strength it takes to keep that power, who has seen Shiego at all sides. His best and his worst.

But gosh this scene....

OUGHGGH

JUST THROW ME IN A RIVER WHY DON"T YOU

Yeah this whole scene just.....just yea. OUGH.

But yeah I just feel like Teru's crush would only grow after that. He would see Shigeo as a person over an all powerful esper.

While I like to think Shigeo's would develop over time and them smack into him like a runaway freight train. Because Shigeo FEELS so strongly, for all his emotions. He feels sadness strongly, he feels love strongly, he feels anger strongly—he just feels everything SO strongly. That is why he is powerful, that is why he is who he is, that is why ??? became what it is.

Anyway. My thoughts have ended and that's all i got. Thanks for coming to my ted talk of rambling mess that has been in progress for months that I realized whelp with the anniversary of the end of S3 nearly here, mind as well post it.

#mp100 analysis #terumob #maybe not analysis #more like how did I get here #mp100 #mob psycho 100 #rambeling #rambling thoughts that need to get out of my brain #god damn these two and their UGH feelings #shigeo kageyama #teruki hanazawa

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Zoro x reader

A/n : Don't underrestimate the power a sublte has *thumbs up with a blushing face*

CW: NSFW, Hickeys,Biting, Creampie.

He walked into the room from his training, sweat glistening all over his body as he took a sip of his water. Your eyes met his, there was something a little different about him the past few days and now you could finally notice what.

He looked startled at the way you stared at him. "What?" He hadn't really payed attention to his beard or hair for a little so he subconciously ran a hand over his jaw feeling the light tickle of the hairs.

It clicked.

"Oh this? I'm going to shave it in a bit don't worry." He kept stroking his jaw his mouth a little ajar he looked at you.

The look on your face as you jumped over the sofa, grabbing his face in your hands as you examined the man was something he never has seen you do. Your eyes sparkled with little lights all over them, a surprised blush lightly flicking over your face.

"Shave it!? Why?!" You released his face holding him by the chin you looked at how well it fit the young man.

"What do you mean why? I don't like it, it gets in the way when im training." He furrowed his brows eyes looking down into yours.

"Do it laterr!!" You whined stepping back, the tickling feeling over your hands as the tiny hairs left it was unusually pleasant, it added to his already dashing looks well, you could say he looked sexier, more mature.

You bit your lip a little your hands stimming mid air you hopped in place. "You look so handsome!"

He was a little startled, his eye was open a little wider he questioned what he just heard.

"Me?"

"You, yess! you look so masculine!" you couldnt stop examining his face, he looked like a badass movie star.

The flush over his cheeks brightened ,highly apparent, he wasn't expecting this reaction from you at all. You were so used to seeing him well kept and shaved, he never seemed to miss a day of keeping himself in touch. So having this sight infront of you looked like a golden oppertunity.

He looked at you with a slight smirk his face leaned down to your level, his arms crossed over his chest.

"Does it make you nervous?" his lips tugged to his sides before a small smile popped up enhancing his features even more.

You felt like youre about to pop, yes! absolutley, he did make you feel nervous to be looked at.

You hid your face behind your hands swaying lightly side to side to cover the fangirling blush you held on your face.

He leaned his head to the side a brow quirked up, he had a little fun idea.

He reached to grab your hands, the feeling making you stop in place. Oh this totally felt like a romance movie scene. You peeked through your fingers at him, his handsome face was a little too much especially this close.

His hands gently moved up to your wrists, a pleasant shiver running down your spine as he took your hands away from your face. He chuckled noticing the huge dopey grin all over your face, your heart was beating out of your chest.

He slowly leaned in, his subtle gently scratching agaisnt your cheeks you held in a breath from the feeling of his lips colliding with yours, he was so sweet holding your hands gently before he moved to wrap his arm under your thigh hoisting it up you felt compleatley helpless against him.

You mewled into the kiss holding onto his arms, your brain was running a million miles an hour.

You didn't want him to stop, this was the golden moment.

He lightly pulled away as he bit your lower lip it popped back with a little pop. You couldnt hide the overwhelming feelings for him.

His hand trailed up your thigh,large calloused hands holding smoothly against your ass.

"Do you want more?" He looked so charming, the way his head tilted to the side a little the coy little smirk on his face as you held onto him, your leg wrapping around his to support your balance.

You were so excited, your body felt every motion he did over your body. The way his biceps buldged under your arms, you could feel the thick vein right on the very side.

God what was he doing to you..

"Y-yes.." your breath quivered a little feeling him gently squueze your ass. He was awfully bold today because of your complments.

He leaned down into the crook of your neck, the bristling feeling of his beard tickling your neck made you shiver a little as you felt a pooling hotness onto your skin. He placed a deep kiss over your neck exhaling with a little frustrated groan he kissed higher unable to stop.

You bit your lip feeling him run his mouth higher over your neck, your head feel back a little from these heated touches each time he closed in on your skin the feeling of his beard remained persistant.

You tugged on his hair lightly noticing how he kissed into your neck a little harder.

You shuddered feeling the clasp of his teeth on your skin, he pulled gently making sure not to hurt you too much, his lips parted slightly as he ran out of skin. The cold feeling of his face leaving your neck quickly dissapeared as he moved to take a large chuck of flesh in his mouth, his lips felt so heavy against your skin you couldnt help but to moan at the sensation, the feeling of heavy suckles he left against your skin made your hips sway against his own in a pleading manner.

He smirked against your neck, the gentle sensation of his beard tickling the sensitive skin added onto the growing need for the swordsman.

He pulled away leaving your head spinning from these perverted actions.

Zoro's hands moved to cup your ass he whispered lightly in your ear "Jump." his voice sounded deeper, more gravely and needy, fuck it was so hot.

You complied with him, legs straddling his waist your arms laced around his nape.

With baited breath you felt him occupy the other side of your neck, his lips leaving deep comforting kisses against your skin as he walked back to his room.

You smirked, your eyes hooded as you gazed over to the room you were leaving, with a slighter bang he kicked open the door, quickly entering before he sank his teeth in your skin once more.

You gasped at the feeling holding yourself closer to him, your fingers ran up his neck holding his head flush against you, you could feel the hot slow exhales coming from his nose, he panted heavily, hips bucking against your clothed core before he moved to set you down on his bed.

He straddled over you one of his legs between your thighs. His arms improsoned you on each side as he hovered over you, the hungry look in his eyes was unmistakable, slow heavy breaths hitting your face as he looked over you with deep longing.

Your eyes glossed over his face, hands runnings around his shoulders to cup his cheeks, you pulled him in for a much needed kiss, one of his arms falling so he stood on his elbow.

He groaned into the kiss, slightly pulling back he kissed the very corner of your lips, his beard tickling your skin. You panted before guiding him hungrily back to you, your hips rutting against his leg, you cupped his face closer to yours deepening the kiss more.

He swiped his tongue against your lips asking for your premmision, you parted your mouth lightly welcoming him, your tongues colliding smoothly against eachother you moaned, brushing your hand through his hair.

He smirked into the kiss before pulling away, his hands found their way onto the bottom of your shirt. You arched your back allowing the shirt to slip off of you flawlessly, he threw it across the bed his head dipping into the crevice of your chest, he placed breathless kisses all over ,down to your stomach.

He panted heavily, the bulge in his pants fairly prominent he shot you a glance, your eyes wandered over his body before they landed onto his crotch, the smug smile on your lips as you leaned in to palm his erection twisted his stomach a little.

His hips bucked against the feeling of your hand he watched carefully as you unzipped his pants his cock twitching at the freeing feeling.

You smirked, hand trailing over his abs until it stopped at the peak of his chest, your head resting by the crook of his neck, you pressed a warm kiss, your free hand moved to slip under his boxers. You watched as his head fell back from feeling your soft hands on his cock.

He groaned holding onto your hips tightly, his hands nudgled at the hem of your pants tugging them down to expose your body further.

Your ass in view he couldnt hold back but to slap it, the sound echoed in the room pleasantly as your hips stuttered forth, a surprised moan falling under his ears, it made him twitch in your hand.

"Zoro.." you sighed pleasantly under his ear you pulled back, shimmiying your pants off of you, he followed suite quickly.

He pounced at you, lips crashing against yours he wasted no time to splay your legs a little wider with his hips.

You could feel the hotness near your core as he slowly thusted against you, gentle moans falling down from your lips as he kept teasing you with his cock.

"I want you.. please.." You whispered against his lips feeling how his hand guided his cock to your entrance.

He smirked feeling how wet you are for him, his tip kept brushing against your clit, making your hips spasm lightly at the feeling.

He pulled away from the kiss, his dark eyes looking at you with a burning heat.

"So wet for me already.." Zoro smirked shamelessly, flicking the tip of his cock against your clit watching as you held back a moan by biting your lips.

He pressed his tip against your entrance, feeling how you pulsed around it. It made him proud seeing how much you wanted him like this.

He guided the tip inside, welcoming the warm feeling that clashed around his cock, you moaned pleasantly at the feeling watching how his chest rose with slight stuttered breaths from your warmth.

He pushed deeper, his cock filling your wet walls full of him. A smile tugged at your lips pleasantly, the bulding feeling inside of you felt so good, you wanted more of him..

He hunched over you, biting his lip, you chuckled, it was always sweet how he tried holding back at first.

"Don't laugh.. You're clentching around me.." he panted between breaths, your legs snaked their way around his hips, you held a sultry smile to your lips, eyes softly blinking at him.

He smirked back his dashing smile alone was enough to get you drunk with the feeling.

He watched how his cock kept dissapearing inside of you, soft squelching noises echoing in the room accompanied by sweet little gasps only spurred him on more.

"Fuck." He breathed heavily eyes slightly rolling to the back of his head at the feeling of your heating warmth.

Your hands roamed his body, gently pressing on his chest and abs each time he thusted inside you, the feeling of his cock filling you up with each thrust made a blush appear all over your body.

He pulled back, breaking the hold your legs had on him, he started a more reckless pace, his hips kept slamming into you with more hunger, each time bottoming out inside of your plush walls.

Your head fell into your pillow as you enjoyed the way he focused on you, his eyes never leaving the bounce of your tits, the way your brows scrunched in pleaseure as he brushed past a sweet spot inside you made your legs tremble slightly.

Zoro's hands carresed your thighs, squeezing them every once in a while as he rutted against you, his own voice echoed in the room, his low groans and and pants only filled the desperate need for release inisde you.

You started rolling your hips against his, your hands groping your own chest as you played with the perky buds. A breathless moan fell from Zoro's lips as he watched you, the genlte clentch around him from his moans made him hiss pleasantly as he wrapped your leg over his shoulder. His legs propping your hips a little higher your moans grew a pitch from the new found feeling, each one of his thrusts threw you in a flurry of emotions, your back arched, hands clawing at the sheets as you watched the handsome swordsmans hips sway against your own.

"Right there, fuck." you pleaded watching him smirk at your expression of total bliss, he moved a little closer, tightly holding onto to the leg the threw over his shoulder, he continued to chase the feeling that mumbed out each one of his senses, his mind felt a little blurry as he drunkenly watched you coil in pleasure under him.

You had no idea he was capable of fucking you so well, filling your cunt so blissfully with his cock as it stretched out your walls. The overwhelming churn in your stomach grew as you groped your chest, your body bouncing at each one of his thusts. He held on to your thigh tighter his cock deeply thusting inside of you, he slowed his pace wanting to fill you more and more.

You moaned out his name holding onto the bedsheets as the tip of his cock clashed against your cervix.

He panted heavily, chest rising in uneven strokes, he lowered your leg back on the bed hovering over you once more, his lips came crashing against yours sloppily, his tongue mingled with yours he kept listening to the way your moans slipped out of your mouth, barely able to keep up with his relentless pace.

You held onto his back feeling the way his shoulders flexed as he kept a steady flow, you couldnt hold on much longer, he was far too sweet, felt way too good inside of you.

Your legs trembled heavily as you held onto his sides, looking at him with the most fucked out expression you could ever have on your pretty face.

His head lowered into the crook of your neck his sublte gently scratching against your skin he placed deep yet sloppy kisses, his teeth grazing at the hickey he left before you wrapped your legs around his waist coming undone under him with loud calls for him.

He groaned deeply into the crook of your neck sending low vibrations down your body, the way you pulsed tightly around him made it harder for him to hold on, his breath hitched ever so more as he stopped, biting down on your neck, his hips fell against your own tighter than ever, hot spurts of his cum claiming each crevice inside of your pulsing walls.

He kept slowly rutting against you milking himself for everything he had. He released the hold on your neck, leaving an imprint of his teeth just below the dark hickey from before.

You moaned pleasantly at the sensation releasing your legs from his back your hands gently traced around his sides snaking up to his back you pressed a lazy kiss on Zoro's lips.

"That was amazing.." you smiled biting your lip, the swordsman closed his eyes with a weak smirk as he kissed your lips woth slow genlte pecks.

#onepiece #one piece fanfiction #onepiece x reader #one piece #zoro x you #zoro roronoa x you #roronora zoro #zoro x reader #one piece zoro #zoro roronoa x reader #roronoa zoro #zoro x y/n #zoro smut

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Soulless Sam Smut

Soulless Fun

Title: Soulless Fun Words: 1,547 Relations: Sam Winchester (SOULLESS) X reader. TW: Smut, strong language, Dom Sam - Sub reader.

Prompt:

Soulless Sam Smut. Anonymously requested.

LAST WARNING: SMUT!

I pulled the bottom of my dress down feeling self-conscious as the club music pumped and everyone was clearly more intoxicated than I was. I clung to my friend as she led us to the bar. I bit my lip as I looked around, my friend brought me here to get laid, claiming I was too uptight and stressed. I however only came along to hang out with her as we've both been busy recently.

Our drinks were placed in front of us, then another, and another. Eventually, I lost the energy to count when I was sufficiently drunk. I had been introduced to plenty of men that weren't my type but hers. She says my taste in men is disgusting but as I watch her flirt with this man I could puke. He wasn't the ugliest guy in the room, he was just kind and it gave me the ick. I'm all for women's rights and fighting any man who crosses me but in the bedroom... I want to be putty in his hands. If it hurts, even better. If he's dominating. Ahhhh, I could scream. I don't care for making love, I want to be railed.

I headed back to the bar as my friend seemed to have forgotten I existed, flirting with the nice guy. I made it to the bar, being served almost instantly.

"This bartender only serves hot girls, I'll pay for your drink if you order mine," Some guy hinted beside me. I looked at him, my usual dissatisfied face that men give me. Ew, he's smiling at me and clearly trying to flirt.

"Maybe he's only serving women because he understands the struggles we go through and having to put up with men like you," I explained unhappily. This man doesn't even deserve my time of day. He chuckled dryly, clearly unimpressed that I wasn't swooning for him.

"Or maybe he's just trying to get with you," He scoffed, hardly taking my comment into consideration. I rolled my eyes, cracking my neck as I fought the urge to fight this man, though I often happily do so. "You here alone?" He asked, I sighed. Waiting patiently for the bartender to return. "You're rude for ignoring me," The guy said, turning his attention back to the bar. I scoffed.

"What do you think because you offered to buy me a drink I should just swoon and hang off your every word?" I asked sarcastically but he chuckled.

"It's the decent thing to do," He replied offended. I laughed, I couldn't help it, I looked around checking if I was crazy or if he actually said it. Who gave this man the audacity?

"Wow, just wow. Is this the part where we go back to your place?" I asked sarcastically but from his smirk and perked-up appearance, it's clear he didn't recognise sarcasm. "Are you actually enough to believe I would go home with you? Mate, I wouldn't kiss you even if a gun was to my head. Go away," I explained, he scoffed looking at me offended. "Walk away or I will scream so loud I bust your eardrums," He looked at me confused but made no attempt to move. I chuckled before screaming as loud as I could. Everyone looked at me but I don't give a shit, I will happily scream my lungs out until he leaves me alone. He covered his ears as he hurried away. I smiled triumphantly, accepting my drink from the confused bartender and took the man's seat.

"I'm surprised you didn't punch him in the face," I looked in the chair beside me and saw a handsome clearly tall man sitting beside me. I smirked as he finally looked at me. His eyes quickly examined my whole body. His eyes alone made my spine shiver.

"I considered it," I shrugged but he smirked.

"I get the feeling it wouldn't be the first or last time," He smirked. I bit my lip as I watched his eyes dominate me. His height instantly made me feel small. Exactly how I want to feel.

He kicked the door closed behind him as his lips stayed on mine. We had barely kept our hands to ourselves the whole taxi ride back to mine. His hands roamed my body like it was his before clasping gently around my neck. I gasped excitedly as he pulled away to look down at me.

"Take your clothes off," His voice was dark and dominating. I gulped as he let go of my neck. My neck instantly cold as I craved his touch. I watched as he took a seat on my couch, sitting comfortably and waiting for me to take my clothes off. I nodded as I started unzipping my dress and pulling it down. "Stop," He instructed, I froze wanting to comply with his words. "Slow," I smirked as I slowly pulled my dress down before stepping it once it hit the floor. I looked at him to see if he was happy but he raised his eyebrow. Clearly, wanting me to take it all off. I gulped before taking my underwear and bra off. As soon as they were off he was smirking. "Come here," His tone showed no emotion. I walked closer, soon having his hands guide my hips to his as he had me straddle him. His hands moved up my sides.

The breath seemed to leave my lungs as his hungry eyes searched my body. He harshly grabbed the back of my neck, bringing my ear to his lips. "Get on your knees," He instructed before letting go of me. I climbed off of his lap as he pulled his shirt off. As soon as I saw his muscular form I got to my knees. My God! He wasn't born he was sculpted, jeez!

He pulled his pants down leaving him bare. I held my breath as I bit my lip noticing his large and already erect penis on level with my face. He settled into the couch, a cockily look on his face, clearly pleased with my reaction. "Suck it," He instructed. My jaw dropped, his forwardness and dominating qualities only made me more excited. I leant forward, holding my weight on my hands either side of his legs as I adjusted my position.

I used my hand to grab the base of his penis. I gulped, glancing up at him to see him watching, almost emotionless. God, he can't get any hotter to me right now. I opened my mouth, leaning in to lightly suck on his tip, I looked up at him through my eyelashes. He dropped his head back, seemingly enjoying the sensation. "All of it," He breathed deeply. I gathered spit in my mouth before sliding as much of his big member as I could, I got a fair distance down but needed a little spit to be able to deep-throat him. I sucked, bobbing my head up and down to take more and more of him in my mouth, he groaned when I finally got to his base. My throat opened to fit.

His hand found the back of my head, fingers softly combing through my hair before he grasped on the hair. He gripped tightly, moving my head for me at a slow pace, his head falling back as he moaned, lifting his hips slightly to meet my mouth. I focused on my breathing as he stayed at a slow pace for a while. I feel like a sex doll and that's exactly what I want.

He pulled my head from his penis and sat forward as I looked at him confused. He practically scooped me up, bringing me to his lap as he connected our lips, kissing me hungrily. I eagerly wrapped my arms around his shoulders to keep him close and on my lips. I gasped as he lined his dick to my entrance and started entering me.

"Now's the time to tap out," He commented holding my hips up slightly so he wouldn't enter me anymore. I smirked, leaning back to admire him as I bit my lip. I pushed my hips down, passing his hands holding me to take all of him. I moaned, the pain only hurting a little before subsiding. He seemed to growl at my reaction.

He grabbed my ass and held me up slightly, lifting his hips quick and deep. Fucking me relentlessly. I moaned, my head tipping back as my eyes rolled to the back of my head. He groaned as he continued. I tried breathing to compose myself as my orgasm was already teetering close. He seemed to grin. "It'll be more than once," He tempted. He must know I'm building up quickly. I groaned as I dropped my head forward. He quickly caught my lips. His tongue entered my tongue pulling more moans from me.

"Cum on me, sexy," He cheered. I moaned again, my orgasm peaking at his pace, hardness and depth. His mouth stayed on mine to conceal my screams as they erupted out of me. He smirked against my lips. "Ready for round 2?" He asked though he hadn't stopped to allow me to calm down. I giggled as I connected our lips.

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𝐓𝐨 𝐁𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐀𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐅𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐅𝐚𝐭𝐞

Pt.1 | Pt.2 | Pt.3 | Pt.4 | Pt.5 | Pt.6

Angie and Daniela were in the living room watching a movie when Aurora walked in. The redhead immediately shifted her focus to the door, like a puppy who gets excited when its owner gets home. That excited look, however, slipped right off as she saw the two people who were walking in with her.

Daniela: "Bela?"

Angie pirked up, looking over the couch to see Bela, Mia, and her roommate, who had just walked in. Aurora gives them a hello and a wave as the other two make their way into her room. The brunette yanks Bela back by the shirt.

"Aren't you going to say hi to your sister, Bela?"

Aurora asked with a sweet voice, the grip on Bela's shirt totally contradicting her sweet tone. Mia snickered, watching from inside the room as Bela and Aurora were having a stare-off. The blonde let out a sigh, turning towards her sister.

Bela: "Hi Dani."

Daniela stuttered a hello back, and that's when Aurora finally let the blonde into her room. The brunette turned back to her roommates with a smile on her face.

"We're going to be busy with council work; don't let us distract you from your fun."

Angie sniggers at Aurora's interaction with Bela before giving her a thumbs up and turning back to the TV. Daniela just looked between Aurora's room door and the brunette, a look of confusion and curiosity on her face.

Daniela: "How long is Bela staying here?"

"She's staying the night; I've already called Cassandra; she'll be here later too."

Daniela's face lit up, giving Aurora a bright smile and a nod before turning around to watch TV with Angie. Aurora sighs, finally turning around to see Mia looking around her room like a curious little child, and Bela with an annoyed look on her face.

Bela: "I have more important things to do than stay the night."

"Too bad."

Aurora passes by Bela towards her closet, opening it. She looks on the inside, catching a glimpse of the wooden box her mother had put the stuff her grandmother gave her in.

She couldn't reach it.

Aurora groans, turning back to look at Bela, who, if her heart wasn't missing, she could probably give her a better cocky grin than right now.

"Can you, uh, get the box for me, please?"

Bela scoffs at Aurora's request but reluctantly walks over to the closet. She reached up, putting one hand on Aurora's hips to "keep balance," and grabbed the wooden box, handing it to Aurora.

Bela: "Here."

The brunette shot her a curious glance, which Bela just looked away from.

"Thank you, Bela."

Mia: "Really? Right in front of my switchblade."

Aurora jumped away from Bela, the both of them looking towards the third person in the room, who was just playing around with her switchblade on Aurora's bed.

Mia: "You two really know how to put on a show. It's like watching a rom-com, but less funny."

Aurora rolled her eyes, clearly unamused by Mia's commentary. She sat down next to Mia, who was twirling her switchblade in her hand. Bela stood next to them as Aurora opened the box.

Inside were several small jars filled with dried herbs, each labeled with handwritten notes. There was a mixture of lavender, sage, rosemary, and other plants.

Beside the jars, there was a necklace adorned with a small charm in the shape of a circle with the symbol of a gorgoneion. Aurora held it up, examining it carefully.

This is the necklace Grandma wore before she was diagnosed with dementia. Mom had told me Grandma lost it.

Mia: "That thing is ugly."

Mia said, reaching out to touch it. Aurora smacked her hand away, giving her a glare, before placing the necklace back in the box.

At the bottom of the box, there was an old, worn-down book. The book Aurora was looking for. Its pages were yellowed and frayed, showing signs of countless years, even centuries, of use. Aurora ran her fingers over the weathered cover before opening the book.

Bela: "Are you kidding me?"

The book was in another unknown language.

Bela, who had her arms crossed and was tapping her foot down on the ground, let out a frustrated sigh.

Bela: "Do you have any idea what it says?"

"Actually yeah."

Mia raised a brow at Aurora.

Mia: "You do? It just looks gibberish to me."

Aurora looked up from the ancient book, a glimmer of excitement in her eyes.

"Now I understand why grandma made me study Greek."

Bela: "So, what does it say?"

Aurora's eyes scanned the pages, her finger tracing the intricate symbols and glyphs.

"There's a lot of spells, rituals, and even curse-breakers, but I'll have to actually look through it thoroughly."

In that instance, the door of the room flew open.

Cassandra: "Hey dork!"

Aurora looked up from the book, a smile spreading across her face as she saw Cassandra standing at the doorway.

"Hey loser."

Cassandra paused for a moment, a look of surprise on her face, when she spotted her older sister in the room.

Cassandra: "I didn't know you would be here."

Aurora chuckled, closing the ancient book and placing it back into the wooden box.

"Yeah, she was kind of forced to be here."

Bela grumbled at Aurora's comment before making her way out of the room. Cassandra grinned, following behind her and immediately trying to make conversation with her. Leaving Mia and Aurora in the room.

Mia: "So... Bela, uh?"

Aurora held her breath, glancing at Mia.

"What about her?"

Mia: "I don't know; you always chose her in almost every loop before you started to choose Miranda. What was that about?"

Aurora sighed, her gaze turning distant as memories flooded back.

N͟o͟t͟ g͟o͟o͟d͟ e͟n͟o͟u͟g͟h͟.͟

"My past lives with Miranda came back first before the ones in the loops."

Mia looked almost guilty as suddenly Aurora's green eyes grew absent of the joy that was there only a moment ago. The abrupt change was off-putting. Mia reaches her hand out to comfort her friend, who immediately flinches away from her.

Mia: "Sorry... You know I'm not going to hurt you, right?”

Aurora: "I've heard you say those words before."

Mia could feel her heart sinking as Aurora stood up and walked out of the room. That feeling quickly turned to anger as she hit the surface of the bed repeatedly before jerking forward to cover her face with her hands.

Mia: "Fuck!"

#resident lover #bela dimitrescu #donna beneviento #angie beneviento #cassandra dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu #fanfic #mia winters

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blackopals-world · 2 years

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~You're so Beautiful~

Marine Biologist!femYuu x Azul

Yuu can't say she doesn't miss her old life. It was definitely different.

A home just off the rocky cliffs on the shore.

Albatross flying across the sky. A few Puffin colonies nested there.

Ma was always out at sea studying whale migrations. Pa was ornithologist who checked on his bird colonies. Yuu begged her parents to take her boat out to net fish for her studies.

Her family was good to her. Trips to coral reefs, scuba diving, and aquarium trips. They were always working and teaching so they did it as a family.

Yuu was over the moon when she could finally work as an assistant in the local aquarium. It was fun feeding dolphins and seal but Yuu true love was with octopi.

They were such tender and sweet little things to her. Smart too.

Yuu was smitten with them, even one that was brat who tossed shrimp at her after feeding.

After her arrival in her new world she believed she fit in perfectly with those from Octavinelle. Having no magic however but a damper on that and finding out residence of the dorm were all mer even more so.

Yuu befriended Floyd by accident while studying coral. She actually liked being called Shrimpy and talked on and on about how shrimp were cool.

"Pistol Shrimp are so pretty and their punch is the most powerful in the world!" Yuu said excitedly as she leaned closer.

Floyd and Jade admired her bravery because no amount of squeezing or taunting drove her away. Especially when she found out they were eels.

"Can I see your teeth please!" Yuu begged as she affectionately examined their mouths.

Carefully she examined the rows of needle sharp teeth and took note of gapes. She was disappointed by the lack of a pharyngeal jaw. Jade told her they only have it in their mer forms.

Yuu was sated for a time but a few days later she made an outrageous request.

"Floyd can you bite me?" Yuu asked late one afternoon when the lounge was almost empty.

Floyd agreed almost immediately when Yuu offered her arm.

When the eel was only centimeters away a voice interrupted.

"Floyd what are you doing?!" The voice was none other then the reclusive boss Azul Ashengrotto. He was agast at what appeared to be Floyd attacking a student.

Yuu had to explain it was her idea and she just wanted to see if Floyd's bite had a anticoagulant agent which would cause her blood not to clot afterwards. Saying that Yuu realized she sounded insane but she had seen her Mom do stuff like this before. It was for research.

Azul having heard this stared at her as though she was the stupidest person he had ever seen. He took a moment to take off his glasses so he could properly pinch the bridge of his nose to show his irritation.

Yuu could only look at the floor feeling a bit foolish. She had never met Azul before so this was the worst possible introduction.

Yuu could get past her embarrassment, but going back to Monstro lounge wasn't happening.

That is until the mess of Azul's overblot.

She had been trying to get the boys to not just destroy the contracts. The Tweels were her friends and she didn't want to cross them even in this situation.

When she saw Azul's overblot form her heart stopped. He was gorgeous. Of course he was handsome before but now he was magnificent.

She needed to see him again.

Following Azul's recovery Yuu followed him around asking him about his octo form. She pressed him with questions on his dexterity, his ink sack location, and his camouflage abilities.

When she asked about *ahem* his mateing practices he panicked and spit ink. His face turned red in embarrassment and shame as he realized that ink got in her skin.

He wanted to run but was frozen in place as she touched her cheek and when she pulled away it had drops of black ink.

"That's-"

Azul brased for her to yell at him for getting his disgusting ink on her.

"So amazing!!! So the ink sack is located in your throat or the back of your mouth?! That's so convenient." Yuu excitedly pryed his mouth open to get a view.

Azul tried to pull away knowing his mouth was filthy and his teeth were stained black with ink. Yuu however was probbing his mouth as she pulled his cheeks to get a good view.

The moment she let go Azul bolted.

A few days passed and Yuu couldn't find Azul again. He was either sick or avoiding her but Yuu's lack of boundaries meant she didn't care about it either. In fact both reasons where perfect for study.

When she asked Jade about Azul's whereabouts he wasn't forthcoming. Not until Yuu layed on the charm plying him by stroking his jaw and hair. She even agreed to clean his teeth like a good shrimp. He drove a hard bargain even in this relaxed state but he agreed to tell her. Azul is isolated in his room and wasn't seeing anyone.

Once again Yuu lacked boundaries and immediately started knocking on Azul's room.

"Azul? I can to see you~" Yuu said in in a singsong voice.

There was no reply.

"If you dont answer I'll just come in anyway."Yuu changed her tone to be more serious now.

She was actually worried about Azul. He was distressed before and disappeared so suddenly. She didn't understand why he was so fidgety and scared around her.

She thought it was natural at first because that's how all the octopi were when she started taking care of them. But she bonded with them and she was their favorite keeper. They always wrapped around her hand and played with her when she was in the tank. When other keepers came they would spray water on them because they wanted Yuu.

Yuu just wanted to show Azul that she was a friend and that he was safe with her. Why did he run away?

No answer came.

Yuu opened the door. It was surprisingly unlocked and looked around Azul's room. It was tidy and looked very nice, but there was no sign of her friend.

Expect there was a large pot of water near the corner. Yuu curiously tried take a look inside it. Octopi loved dark and cramped places to hide in so of course Azul whould be here.

Yuu was of course right when a silvery white head of hair peeked out of the pot.

"Stop. Just leave." Azul sounded defeated and tired as he tried weakly pushing her away. "I dont want to see you."

His hand was a bluished gray with black clawlike nails. Just like when he overblotted. He didn't look Yuu in the eyes.

"Why? Do you really dislike me? But...I tried to hard...I wanted to be your friend." The corners of her eyes stung. She just wanted to spend time with him, to know more about him. "I really...like you Azul..."

Yuu had wanted to give things the benefit of the doubt. That Azul was just shy and would warm up to her and they would be close. She had imagined a day in her head of he coming to the lounge to sit, eat and talk with Azul all night. That he'd smile and laugh with her and ask to see her again. And in the darkness of the night she dreamed that maybe he liked her as more then a friend.

"I just dont want you to see me like this." Azul stated firmly. Azul knew that she had some sort of rosey view of him and wanted to do anything to not show it to her. Her curiosity was too much, Yuu would see his disgusting form and hate him.

He knew she would hate him and leave. She'd never come to the lounge again or smile at him from across the room as she gleefully talked to Jade and Floyd. Azul selfishly got jealous of them being so open with them. It was clear she liked Floyd. She even caved in to his damands to bite her. Azul didn't buy her excuse for a minute. Who would risk marking up such beautiful skin.

"I dont care! I just want to see you! To know you're okay!" Yuu bent down on her knees to sit at eye level with him. "Please, look at me."

Azul hesitantly turn to look Yuu in the eyes. He felt butterflies in his stomach as he saw the earnest and kind gaze she gave him.

"Don't look at me like that." Azul almost whispered as she smiled back at him.

"Like what?"Yuu asked as she moved her hand to caress his cheek.

"Like that, soft and gentle." He chosed his eyes as his hand held hers and leaned into her warmth. He couldn't resist the urge to sigh content in her hold.

"It's what you deserve." Yuu continued to stroke his soft cheek.

"You don’t know what I deserve." If Azul was honest with himself he wanted many things, but he doubted if deserved it. His overblot still lingered in his mind.

"Azul, come out please." Yuu pulled away and stood up as she reached out to Azul.

Azul hesitated. He really didn't want her to see him like this but he couldn't deny her.

Not having legs made it hard to leave to comforting confines of his pot. Yuu however had no intention of letting him off when she reached in and picked him up. That's right, she just lifted him. He wasn't small or lightweight but she didnt even notice. Years of carrying seals and dolphins made her stronger then she looked.

Azul turned purple when she didn't just put him down but sat down on his bed with him on her lap. Frantically, Azul moved off her as Yuu laughed.

Azul wanted to cover himself immediately when her eyes saw his lower half.

Her hand reached out cautiously to touch one of his ink black tentacles. She gazed up to see if he was okay when her hand made contact and he shivered.

More assured she let her fingertips feel the smooth texture of the tentacle before letting it curl around her fingers.

Azul used his hands to cover his blushing face.

"You're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. Its almost not fair." Yuu spoke softly as if she was talking to herself. She wasn't lying, she believed that Azul was the most gorgeous person to exist. Vil didn't hold a candle to Azul.

"You don't find me gross?" Azul didn't believe her because if she was right than all those bulies who made his life hell were wrong. If they were wrong then they mocked him for nothing, that they were just cruel and he suffered for nothing.

"Who could ever find you gross?" Yuu pressed a kiss to Azul's temple as her hand ran up and down his back.

Azul buried his face in her shoulder as she praised and worshipped the body he found so detestable. Yuu sofly nuzzled his shoulder and kissed his burning neck as he whispered her love. Yuu stayed with him all night as he larned how deep that devotion was.

In the morning things were different for him. While he was still insecure of how others viewed him, Azul knew that he could trust Yuu.

Sure, she was a bit "enthusiastic" about sea creatures but she meant well. It definitely didn't stop Azul from getting jealous of any mer getting close to her and gaining her intrest. She would have to be satisfied with him and adore only him.

Yuu was used to this octopi where territorial by nature.

#azul x yuu #azul ashengrotto x reader #twisted wonderland azul #azul ashengrotto #twst azul #jade leech #twst floyd #floyd leech #twst jade #twisted wonderland yuu #twisted wonderland #twst mc #twisted wonderland x reader #twst yuu #twst imagines #marine biologist!yuu

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miragold123 · 3 months

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spicy take time: Ace Attorney 5 is not THAT bad

Dual Destinies: The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly -- An Opinionated Review (not spoiler free, hehe)

As I was progressing through the series, I noticed that fans really seemed to dislike Dual Destinies, so as I finished Apollo Justice, I was worried about what I was going to come across and, it wasn't terrible. I've begun to replay some of the game and compile some thoughts.

The Good

Characters

Whether it be the complicated, the quirky, or the downright enjoyable to be around, Dual Destinies has all sorts of new characters to fit this bill. Some of my favorites include:

Athena Cykes -- The newbie lawyer with a loud and colorful personality and a neat little game mechanic involving her being able to hear emotions Simon Blackquill -- The prosecutor on death row who's very… persuasive (why does he get to have a sword?) "Bobby Fulbright" -- The game's eccentric detective. While he's no Dick Gumshoe or Emma Skye, he actually managed to grow on me, making the twist that the final antagonist was disguised as him the entire time all the more impactful to me.

Some other characters that I really enjoyed: Juniper Woods Jinxie Tenma Aura Blackquill Orla Shipley (the orca)

And some of my favorite puns, for fun: Candice Arme Robin Newman Sasha Buckler

The Introductory Case

Case 5-1 is one of my favorite introductory cases after 2-1, AAI2-1, and TGAA1-1. Its twists and turns had me on edge the entire time. I've seen some crazy shit in Ace Attorney -- exorcisms, cross-examining animals, children that are victims of murder attempts -- but a terrorist bombing was not something I would expect, weirdly enough.

I also think it's fascinating how it's the only intro case to span over multiple days and the second to chronologically take place after the main filler cases (after AAI1-1).

And I really like how it ends by leaving these two questions in the back of my mind: "What's wrong with Apollo?" "Who exactly is Athena?"

Prosecutor Blackquill

Out of all of the prosecutors in the series, Blackquill has one of my favorite concepts. The idea of a prosecutor being able to continue his job while awaiting the death sentence for a crime he did not commit, but rather, took the fall for is just soooo… AAAAAAA. I love it. How he also utilizes psychological mind games opposite to Athena's own.

I was originally terrified of Blackquill and his unique "Silence!" callout, but as case 5 progressed, I actually almost cried learning Simon's true colors. How he willingly went to prison to protect a young Athena and Athena's mother, Metis', work, refusing to accept help despite Athena's and Aura, his older sister's, pleas. He was genuinely willing to be executed for the sake of protecting Athena.

Athena and Apollo's relationship, Apollo's Skepticism, and Athena's Trauma

Throughout the course of cases 2 and 3, it was demonstrated how Apollo and Athena grew to trust each other. To me, they gave off sibling energy, which was made even better by the fact that, in Greek mythology, Apollo and Athena are siblings (half-siblings, but siblings nonetheless).

So when Apollo started feeling skeptical towards Athena regarding the whole Clay situation, it kinda hurt, Apollo even willingly wearing a bandage over his eye to prevent himself from perceiving Athena's suspicious ticks. (I love this concept and wish more could have been done it.) And Athena had a past of her own that wasn't helping the situation that she herself wasn't even sure of, traumatized by the idea that she might have killed her own mother.

This is what I would say to be Dual Destinies' strongest feature.

The Phantom

Like I've mentioned before, the twist of "Fulbright" being the final antagonist really got to me. And his whole breakdown with him being in a mad panic, questioning who he really was before getting sniped, has to be one of my favorite breakdowns in the entire series (second to the exorcism)

Turnabout Reclaimed

The concept behind this DLC case is a fascinating one. The defendant being an… uhm… orca and the murder being an accident makes this case really unique.

3D Models

While the models take a bit to get used to, I think, ultimately, they weren't a terrible idea. I love the sprites but there are some things that the models did that the sprites couldn't -- and vice versa. And I believe it was a great gateway into what we got with The Great Ace Attorney and Spirit of Justice.

The Bad

Phoenix's Role

I have problems with Phoenix in this game in general. His model, his voice, but overall, I think the biggest downside about him in this game is his role. How him losing his badge was basically ctrl-z'ed and he's back to basically steal the spotlight. His role in Apollo Justice was great. He was there, but not on the front lines, helping Apollo from the side. I was hoping that, with the introduction of Athena, she'd get help from him like Apollo from Kristoph in his own game or Phoenix from Mia in the first game, rather than being essentially sidelined herself.

Yes. Dual Destinies is a Phoenix Wright game, but with how much focus it gives to Apollo and Athena and their… Dual Destinies… it's a bit frustrating with him in the picture as much as he is.

Turnabout Academy

I don't believe in the "3rd Case Syndrome" that goes around in the fanbase (4-3, 6-3, AAI2-3, and TGAA2-3 were pretty good). However… replaying Dual Destinies, I can't bring myself to replay this case. The concept was okay, but, that's all I can really say. The characters were… eh? I like Junie, Robin, and Mirriam, but Hugh is insufferable and what they did with Klavier was… (I don't wanna be harsh but)… ew. How Robin was treated before revealing she was a girl, was kind of gross (in the initial 2013 release). Overall, it was an… okay case. I don't really have much else to say about this case other than I didn't really enjoy it.

Turnabout Reclaimed

I love the concept, but that's about it. I had a bit of trouble staying awake while playing this one. It felt a little reminiscent of 1-5, which best sums up my feelings about it. The characters were okay and the idea is great, but this case is just… there.

The Ugly

Main Menu

That menu is boring. There's nothing... here. At least previous releases had the gall to put an image in the background, whether it be a courtroom or silhouettes of the main characters. I can't tell if that's supposed to be a bulletin board or a closeup of a basketball, but it's likely neither of those are right.

Voices

I understand replacing the older VA's because of cutscenes and all that, and I'm okay with Apollo's new voice, but when it comes to the other characters with NEW voices, they kind of miss the mark. Apollo and Phoenix sound virtually identical, Klavier sounds… wrong, and I don't think anyone told Edgeworth's VA that he's only 34 because he sounds twice that.

3D Models

When it comes to characters being translated into 3D, that's where the models miss. Apollo's, and Klavier's models are … not the best and Phoenix's is actually disgusting. They got a much-needed update with Spirit of Justice, but they don't compare to the beauty of their sprites.

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Overall, I personally think that Dual Destinies is one of the weakest in the series, but it's not as bad as everyone makes it out to be. It's different and takes a bit to get used to, but it's fun :)

#had this thought in my mind for a year and decided to finally get it out #i am aa5's biggest defender #ace attorney #aa #aa5 #dual destinies #phoenix wright #apollo justice #athena cykes #simon blackquill #bobby fulbright #random thougts hehe

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rishiguro · 1 year

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14; “YOU LOOK LIKE SHIT”

you never enjoyed being in hospitals. sure, you were accustomed to them and yes, it's not like you hated them with a burning passion, but if you had a choice, you would definitely be someplace else. anywhere else.

but as you set your eyes on the young man with a spikey head of hair and quickly examined his figure, you were sure that you might start hating them.

he looked frail, definitely having lost some weight from the last time you saw him, with dark eye bags like he hasn't slept in days.

it was when you shut the door behind you that he finally noticed your presence, head shooting to your direction, disregarding the phone in his hand. he was just about to greet you when you blurted something out yourself.

"you look like shit“

iwaizumi couldn't help himself, he let out a breathy laugh, slightly shaking his head. of course you'd say something like that. "thanks"

an embarrassed smile on your lips you stepped closer to him, sitting down on the chair next to the hospital bed. "sorry. i guess that was inappropriate" scratching the back of his head you shrugged after a moment. "but it made you laugh, so i guess that makes it fine"

"and here i thought you still find me hot like that," he sighed, a weak smile on his lips. "cruel"

you forced a grin on your lips. you've never seen him like this. it was scary. his complexion was pale, like he hasn't seen the sun for weeks and at the same time it seemed to be painted in the faintest of yellow, so faint that you weren't sure if you were just imagining it. his lips were cracked and you could see his hands shiver slightly whenever his fingers stopped scratching some part of his skin.

"who told you that you're hot?" you joked, trying to lighten the heavy atmosphere. you kept the forced grin on your face as you poked fun at him, like he hadn't asked you to see him in a hospital "they must've be lying"

"mhm how sad" iwaizumi nodded slowly shaking his head in fake shock. shortly after he turned away from you, opting to look out the window.

"so, you know how my pancreas is pretty much fucked?" iwaizumi started, his face still facing the window.

you hummed, waiting for him to continue.

"and lately, it's been getting worse?" you affirmed again. you'd be lying if you said you weren't getting more nervous with every second that passed as you look at him, while he wasn't even looking at you.

ironically, the bright sky outside and the sun shining into the sterile room seemed to only worsen your mood.

"and a couple days ago, it got so bad that my friends basically forced me here" he chuckled "thank god they did"

the young man paused, licking over his dry lips. he sighed before letting the bomb go off.

"turns out i have cancer"

the comforting smile on your lips was immediately wiped off, instead turning into a round shape, an expression of pure shock on your face. a curse slipped out of your mouth, to which iwaizumi nodded.

he still refused to face you, instead turning his entire upper body away from you. in reaction you leaned forward, detangling your crossed arms and timidly reaching out for him.

your hand rested on top of his on the white sheets, while iwaizumi still refused to face you.

the two of you just sat there in silence for a couple of minutes, the entire weight of these news hitting you harder with every moment that passed.

"cancer" you repeated after a while, voice quiet and almost timid as you raised your head, what iwaizumi affirmed with a slight nod.

"okay"

after that short exchange the two of you just kept sitting in silence, no one really knowing just what to say. you could basically hear the gears turning in iwaizumi's head, just as they did in yours. you were stricken with fear, forcing yourself to breathe calmly.

it was only after an unruly long slice that iwaizumi was the one to speak up.

"ah, i don't want to keep you here for way too long-hey, what was that for?"

you mumbled, claiming that he deserved that hit.

"you're making it sound like you're forcing me to be here," you gasped, rolling your eyes at him with a sheepish smile, "you may look horrible but i still want to spend time with you"

crinkling your nose your eyes went around the room.

"though i'll admit that i would prefer everything to the hospital"

he chuckled. "fair. me too, he sighed, "but i'm glad you're still here with me- hey, why did you punch me again?" iwaizumi pouted, a sight that immediately made you laugh out loud.

"because you're an idiot!" you answered finally, "as if i'd just walk out of here, what do you take me for?" you leaned back in the chair, crossing your arms in front of your chest as you raised an eyebrow at him.

he smiled, shaking his head again. "thank you"

after a couple of silent moments you looked at him, being faced with a warm smile on his lips that you returned immediately with a warm look in your eyes.

evanescent

/ɛvəˈnɛs(ə)nt,iːvəˈnɛs(ə)nt/ — “soon passing out of sight, memory, or existence; quickly fading or disappearing.”

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punkitt-is-here · 1 year

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It's fascinating to me to encounter people on the internet who choose explicitly not to say what their pronouns are.

To be clear, I respect your decision and applaud the firmness of your stance. I think that overall there should be less personal information on the internet and restricting pronouns is simply another step on the way to taking back internet privacy. The thing is, I have spent enough time, effort, money, and grief on the project that is myself that I am having difficulty grokking the desire not to have one's gender be known at all. I am totally disarmed by the attitude, and I attribute this entirely to my own experience growing up on the internet. I can no longer abide resigning myself to the perceived genericized maleness of the average internet user. I deliberately make my pronouns available I go on the internet, and I correct people in conversation when appropriate.

This is because, in my past experience (middle 2000s ongoing), if one did not have clear gender they got the masculine pronouns. Assigned Male By Forum Users wasn't just the default, it was the practice, the de facto, the un-inspected habit of the english speaking internet user. There Are No Girls On The Internet was then and to a degree still is a self-fulfilling prophecy. Even though it was obviously never the case, and that women have always been on the internet, sometimes it is easier to just go along with the flow to avoid the inevitable misogyny.

Keep it up, you funky little internet person. I like your horse comix! They are good.

Haha, I totally get it! When you work so hard on yourself, you want to make sure people see it right. I'm all for pronouns being readily available and stuff.

That being said, I like keeping em a secret for a couple reasons! They'll come out eventually, obviously, I'm a film student with a job and eventually someone from online is gonna meet me in-person and I'll be happy to let them know then and when I (IDEALLY) have a career that'll be public knowledge. I've got a perfectly good gender I'm very happy and comfortable with. For now, tho, since I've seen it a million times with artists online that i really love, I've found out that people tend to weaponize your gender/pronouns a lot. No matter what they are, too! I think I just get less weird comments and mail by just keepin' that shit a secret. Folks don't gotta know cuz it aint really that important. I like being able to speak online and not having one trillion internet strangers who think they know me because of some words in my bio cross-examine me every time I talk.

Also, it's fun! I've had people think I'm a cis girl, a trans guy, a trans girl, a cis guy, a nonbinary no-gender something or other, a neopronoun user, genderfluid...basically everything under the sun! And I think it's fun to see how people perceive me since I don't think you get that option a lot. It's honestly really fun to know that my online presence doesn't have any...like, gender coding to it, if that makes any sense? Because I've seen NO consistency in the guesses and I find that incredibly entertaining. Even some people who've known me for years passively online still use the incorrect pronouns cuz I've never clarified and I think that's just silly and fun. I'm glad to know that I'm very much not explicitly in any sort of "box" with the way I present myself, because I think gender is kinda silly in the first place.

So, uh, yeah! That's mostly my reasoning for not clarifying anywhere, hehe. :3c

#my posts #asks #mrs-edgewick #pronouns...

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longitudinalwaveme · 9 months

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Best and Worst Comic Appearances of the Rogues

Note: Keep in mind that some of these choices are very subjective and based on personal taste. In particular, it's difficult for me to know if the storylines I list as the "best" for a given character are actually the best, or if they're just the ones that appeal the most to me personally. I feel like the "worst" choices are more objective (or at least more likely to be shared by a majority of the fanbase).

I'm also only judging stories that I've actually read for this list.

Captain Cold

Best Pre-Crisis Appearance: While I like his debut story from Showcase #8 a lot, I think my favorite Pre-Crisis Len story is Flash vol. 1 #150, "Captain Cold's Polar Perils". Ayesha, Len's stalkee-girlfriend du jour, is a fun character, and Len's powers are at peak Silver Age insanity, which is always fun. It's really the perfect encapsulation of what Pre-Crisis Captain Cold is like.

Best Post-Crisis Appearance: Flash vol. 2 #182. This is the famous Rogue Profile issue for Len, and it is legitimately really, really good (even if its treatment of Lisa is frustrating at times). It's a very solid examination of the character and the backstory provides a lot of depth that Len really needed. Basically, if you want to understand modern Captain Cold, this is one of the best issues you can read.

Worst Appearance: Flash: The Fastest Man Alive #10-13. Every character in F: TFMA is poorly written, and Len is no exception. From having a murder retconned into one of the periods where he was supposed to be reformed to letting a teenage speedster take over the Rogues for no good reason, this story just does not understand Cold.

I will also note here that I generally don't like Joshua Williamson's take on Len. I have trouble putting my finger on exactly why, but if I had to take a stab at explaining it, I think I would say that Williamson's Len is too ambitious and too hands-off. Having him take over first Central City's underworld, and then Central City, seems out-of-character for Len, who's usually smart enough to understand that escalating crimes to that level is a great way to attract a horde of superheroes, and having him sit back and organize crimes without going out into the field himself, which Williamson did more than once, likewise seems out-of-character for Cold. Johns' Len wasn't always the best leader in the world, but at least he was always in the field with the other Rogues. Williamson's Len seems a lot more willing to sit back and let other people do the work for him, and he comes across as a worse leader because of it. Effectively, then, I think my problem with Williamson's Len is that his Len seems younger, less experienced, less practical, and less likely to inspire loyalty than any previous version of the character (except the one that was being written around the time of F: TFMA.)

Captain Boomerang Sr.

Best Pre-Crisis Appearance: Flash vol. 1 #310-311, or Batman #322. The first story has Captain Boomerang getting double-crossed by Colonel Computron and sent back in time (on a giant time-traveling boomerang!), whereupon he has to team up with the Flash to fight pirates. It's delightful, and is made even more so by Digger's determination to save his ex-employer, W. W. Wiggins, from the vengeance of Colonel Computron. The second story features Captain Boomerang fighting---and nearly defeating!---Batman, who narrowly escapes death on Digger's "doomerang". Batman really needs to take Flash's villains more seriously....

Best Post-Crisis Appearance: Suicide Squad #44. This gives us Digger's modern backstory, establishes that he's actually W. W. Wiggins' biological son, and generally serves as an interesting character study of a generally unpleasant character. Flash vol. 3 #7 is a very similar retelling of the same basic backstory, this time by Geoff Johns, and would have been tied with Suicide Squad #44 if not for the gratuitous scene of Digger killing his assumed father (for my money, Geoff Johns is a bit too fond of gruesome deaths).

Worst Appearance: I don't read a lot of Suicide Squad, so I'm not familiar with the terrible Digger appearances that may have happened in the various Suicide Squad runs. Because of that, my nomination for the worst Digger story is Identity Crisis #2-5, the story that killed him (and poor Jack Drake and Sue Dibney) for the sake of earning grimdark edgelord points. What makes it even worse is that the story's scenes of him interacting with Owen are actually pretty good, so we got teased with a really interesting plot for him right before he was pointlessly axed.

Heat Wave

Best Pre-Crisis Story: Flash vol. 1 #266-267, or Flash vol. 1 #312. The first story gave us the first version of Heat Wave's backstory (specifically, it established his cryophobia due to having been locked in a meat freezer as a child), presented him as the main villain of a story basically for the first time (all his previous appearances had him teamed up with another villain), and was full of delightful Pre-Crisis pseudo-science, like heat-seeking fire. It also featured a panel of Mick totally freaking out at the sight of ice cubes. The second story was Mick's first reform, and it was a solid, if slightly goofy, tale of Mick proving that his parole officer was framing him for crimes. It also led to him and Barry becoming friends (and temporary roommates) a few issues later!

Best Post-Crisis Story: Flash vol. 2 #218. It's one of the few Post-Crisis issues that uses him as a lead character, and it establishes his now-iconic tragic backstory and pyromania. Even though it's a bit excessively grimdark (did he really need to burn down the circus where he worked as a fire-eater?), it's a solid story nevertheless.

Worst Story: The Flash: The Fastest Man Alive #11-13, or the "Three of a Kind" crossover (Green Arrow #96, Green Lantern #130, and Flash #135). Everyone was terribly written in F: TFMA, and Mick was no exception, as he was portrayed as an idiot and then killed Bart Allen.

In the crossover, Mick teamed up with two random villains that he had no prior connection to, for some reason decided to try to revive Dr. Polaris with them via hijacking a cruise ship, and ended up killing a bunch of people. It really felt like he just got shoved into the story because they needed a Flash villain in it, and they didn't think about which one would actually make sense in the plot. It makes even less sense when you remember that Mick would go back to being reformed directly after this.

Also, the New 52 introduced us to the Hothead McAngryman version of Mick, and it unfortunately took over five years for him to finally get back to normal. Having the character with fire powers be hot-headed and aggressive is probably the most boring choice they could have made, and it hurt Mick's overall character for quite some time.

Mirror Master I (Sam Scudder)

Best Appearance: Flash vol. 1 #126, or Flash vol. 1 #146, or Flash vol. 1 #306, or Batman #388 and Detective Comics v1. #555.

The first two stories are delightful Silver Age nonsense. Flash #126 features Sam traveling to a mirror world where the inhabitants essentially make him their king, but he quickly gets fed up with the fact that he's given whatever he wants means that he has no opportunities for dramatic theft, and he summons the Flash to help him escape from his boring life as king. Flash #146 is the story where the Mirror Master switches his legs with the Flash's legs. It also features Barry and Sam attending the same self-help class without knowing it!

Flash #306 has disco-dancing Sam, and, more importantly, it's one of the very few stories to try to give Sam an interesting motivation: specifically, he's fallen in love with a woman who's trapped in a mirror and is desperately trying to free her. The ending of the story is a sad one for Sam, but it's also surprisingly touching.

Finally, the Batman two-parter features Sam at his overconfident, flashy, hilarious best as he tries to prove that he's a better criminal than Captain Boomerang (incidentally, this is also a great Captain Boomerang story). It features such highlights as Sam freaking out at the sight of Batman, Sam getting freaked out by Gotham muggers, and Sam deciding to rob a bank because it's across the street and he doesn't have any better ideas. The first part of the story also features some of the best facial expressions he's ever made.

Worst Appearance: For a single story, it's either Flash Rebirth #2 or that issue from Joshua Williamson's run where Sam wore his socks and underwear in the hot tub. Weirdly, Flash Rebirth #2 featured Sam only briefly, and in a flashback, but it retconned a murder into his early past in a way that would darken all of his fun Silver and Bronze Age adventures. It's one thing to have the Rogues become more dangerous in the present, and another to retroactively make all of their early, light-hearted stories grim like this. (Geoff Johns was responsible for this retcon, and far too many others like it. I really wish he didn't like grimdark retcons so much.)

The Williamson issue had Sam who was Evan-in-all-but-name-and-accent. At that point, he might as well have not been Sam at all! That being said, this was basically just the culmination of all the problems Sam has had since he was brought back to life in the New 52. I don't know how you make a character as fun and dynamic as Pre-Crisis Sam was boring and confusing, but somehow they managed!

Weather Wizard

Best Pre-Crisis Appearance: Either Detective Comics vol. 1 #353, or Adventure Comics #466.

Watching Mark fight---and actually briefly outsmart!---Batman in Detective Comics #353 is a lot of fun, and this story is full of delightful Silver Age zaniness, including, but not limited to, Mark saving Gotham City from a drought by filling all of its reservoirs just so that he can make a big announcement in the sky about how he did it in thanks for getting to steal three priceless valuables, and in turn use that message to determine what in town is worth stealing.

Adventure Comics #466 is an entirely different brand of delightful insanity, and features the Weather Wizard briefly turning good, stopping a horde of locusts from destroying crops, and saving Blue Valley from a flood because sun spots were messing with his wand, which he somehow managed to telepathically link to his brain. No, really. Sunspots briefly make the Weather Wizard turn good. Reading this is worth it just to see Barry's reaction to friendly happy Weather Wizard.

Best Post-Crisis Appearance: Rogues Revenge #1-3. By far the most in-depth look we've ever gotten at Mark's past, his relationship with his brother Clyde, and his boatload of issues. Despite being one of the more frequently-used Rogues in the Geoff Johns era, it was rare for Mark to get a lot of attention outside of his role as a big threat, and this miniseries was a nice change of pace for him. I just wish it hadn't ended with the pointless death of his baby son, Josh, because seeing Mark develop a relationship with Josh would have been far more interesting (and less grimdark).

Worst Appearance: The Flash: The Fastest Man Alive #11-13. The story where the writers replaced the Rogues' brains with rocks, and hoped we wouldn't notice. We did.

Trickster I (James Jesse)

Best Pre-Crisis Appearance: Flash vol. 1 #142. In which the Trickster steals a little kid's toy detective set, and proceeds to screw around with the entire city, and the Flash, just because he can. It's a great display of the Trickster's inventiveness and creativity, and the story goes out of its way to state that Trickster is more interested in attention and having fun than in getting money.

Best Post-Crisis Appearance: Catwoman vol. 2 #69-71, or New Year's Evil : The Rogues.

The Catwoman story features some of the funniest James moments ever, and it's so much fun watching the two con artists try to outsmart and outplay one another. Catwoman and James have a great dynamic, and it's a shame they've never really teamed up again.

New Year's Evil: The Rogues features James at his most heroic, teaming up with the Pied Piper (and, thanks to some manipulation on his part, some of the other Rogues as well) to save his ex-girlfriend Mindy's son, Billy, from a group of mercenaries who are attempting to overthrow the government of Zhutan. The story also eventually reveals that Billy is James' son, which sadly never went anywhere since for some reason no one wanted to follow up on this awesome plot point.

Worst Appearance: Countdown! Not only does he forget all of his Post-Crisis character development, but he also acts really stupidly for no reason, is a humongous jerk to the Pied Piper (his close friend!) for no reason, and then is pointlessly killed for no reason.

It's also worth noting that his most recent big appearance, the one written by Joshua Williamson, was very frustrating to me. It's not as objectively bad as Countdown, or James' appearances in F: TFMA, but it takes James in an unpleasant, dark direction, and I didn't care for it at all.

Pied Piper

Best Pre-Crisis Appearance: Flash vol. 1 #307. This story is very important for the Pied Piper, because it not only gave him his full backstory but also gave him an actual name after over twenty years of him not having one! It's also just a fun read in general, full of delightful Pre-Crisis "science" and featuring some great character work for both Hartley and his parents, who are so desperate to preserve their family name that they have a reporter who uncovered the secret kidnapped so they can bribe her to keep quiet!

Best Post-Crisis Appearance: Flash vol. 2 #19, or Flash vol. 2 #32.

William Messner-Loebs' run on the Flash is underrated, and his work on Piper is a stand-out example of why more people should read it. Even though Hartley doesn't appear a lot in Flash #19 (his first ever Post-Crisis Flash appearance, by the way), but when he does show up, it pretty much single-handedly establishes what he's going to be like going forward; establishing him as an at least mostly reformed Rogue who cares about protecting the homeless and disadvantaged. It's just really sweet.

Flash vol. 2 #32 features Hartley teaming up with Wally to save his parents and his adorable little sister Geraldine from the henchmen of the Turtle and the Turtle Man. It's adorable seeing Hartley interact with his little sister, and it's also nice to see him finally make peace with his parents, even if they'll never be close. I really wish Geraldine had gotten to show up again, because I want to see more of Hartley's little sister. Also, this story features a line that I've always found hilarious for some inexplicable reason:

Thug (in response to Joan Garrick showing up at the Rathaways' mansion): An old woman? Seize her!

A close runner-up is Flash vol. 2 #190, which is a retelling of the origin story from Flash vol. 1 #307, but with more details and from Hartley's POV (the original tale had his parents telling the story).

Worst Appearance: F: TFMA and Countdown (since one led into the other, I kind of count them as one story). In which Hartley totally forgets that he reformed, is involved in the death of Bart Allen, loses about 100 IQ points, gets chased all around the DCU, gets insulted almost non-stop by the Trickster in spite of the fact that they're supposed to be friends, watches Trickster get shot in front of him, and almost goes crazy and dies.

The fact that he gets to blow up Apocalypse with Queen music is awesome, but not nearly enough to salvage this otherwise terrible storyline.

The Top

Best Pre-Crisis Appearance: Flash vol. 1 #297-303. Roscoe comes back from the dead, possesses Barry's father, spends what appears to be several months living with Barry and pretending to be Henry Allen (while slipping off to visit Lisa on the side), and then attempts to kill Barry Allen and steal his body for his own. It's weird and creepy and unique and perfect for Roscoe, and it features lots of top puns, as all good Roscoe stories should. Also, even though he's generally a huge jerk in this story, his relationship with Lisa is adorable, affectionate, and shockingly healthy.

The most hilarious thing about this story is the fact that at one point in it, Barry thinks to himself that his relationship with his father is the best it's ever been....in response to the interactions he's had with Roscoe posing as his dad. That's right, Barry apparently gets along better with Roscoe-pretending-to-be-his-dad than he does with his actual dad.

Best Post-Crisis Appearance: This is hard. Most of Roscoe's Post-Crisis appearances are pretty bad. The writers of Hawk and Dove didn't do an especially good job with him, Mark Waid's one story with him was a decent Pied Piper story but a terrible Roscoe story, and Geoff Johns seemed to hate the character, so that always affected his Roscoe stories. If I had to pick one, I guess I'd go with @gorogues' suggestion and pick Flash vol. 2 #215-216, since he's really intimidating and cool in those issues. Unfortunately, even those issues are not immune from the curse of bad post-crisis Roscoe stories, as they include the stupid Identity Crisis tie-in retcons that negated a whole bunch of the Rogues' character development.

I seriously don't know what the problem is with the Top's post-crisis stories. All of his Pre-Crisis stories were good, solid fun, and his best story shows that he can be really effective and creepy as a main villain. Why is it so hard for modern writers to write good Top stories? He isn't inherently any weirder or goofier than the Trickster.

Worst Story: Hawk and Dove vol. 3 annual #1, or Flash vol. 2 #120-121. The Hawk and Dove annual features some truly hideous art (I'm sure @gorogues has some scans to prove just how bad it is), and features a badly out-of-character Roscoe, who just seems out-of-place fighting Hawk and Dove.

Flash vol. 2 #120-121 takes the solid idea of Roscoe trying to become president by possessing the body of a senator, and then kind of ruins it by having 99% of the cast treat Roscoe as a total joke (the same Roscoe who once tried to blow up half the world with an atomic grenade!) and by having Roscoe act like an unparalleled jerkwad towards the Pied Piper for no real reason. Before his death, Roscoe generally got along pretty well with the other Rogues, so there was no reason for him to act so nastily here. Worse, I think this depiction went on to influence Geoff Johns' portrayal of Roscoe as the most unfriendly and cruel of the Rogues, which is kind of frustrating as he wasn't always like that.

Golden Glider

Best Pre-Crisis Appearance: Flash vol. 1 #257. Golden Glider is terrifying and awesome, and this story shows you exactly why. Within this issue alone, she discovers Barry's secret identity (making her the first Rogue to pull off this hat trick), almost kills both of Barry's parents and Iris (as revenge for Roscoe's death, which she blames on Barry), puts up a very solid fight against the Flash, doesn't even flinch when the Flash threatens to kill her as a bluff (saying that she has nothing left to live for now that Roscoe is dead), and, although Barry manages to save Iris and his parents, she escapes without being captured. Pre-Crisis Golden Glider is the best, and it's a shame she never gets written like this anymore.

Best Post-Crisis Appearance: Flash vol. 2 #19. Her interactions with Wally in this story are great fun, and I like seeing her be chummy with her older brother and her fellow Rogues at the party they're throwing. Her interactions with Connie Noleski (Wally's one-time girlfriend) are also pretty funny. This issue is also notable for being one of the last stories that doesn't portray Lisa as a total lunatic, as for some reason, her character got shifted into that direction not long after COIE.

Worst Appearance: As I thankfully haven't read Teen Titans vol. 6 #22, I'm nominating Flash vol. 2 Annual 5. It's a great story for Captain Boomerang, Weather Wizard, and Trickster, but it's a pretty bad story for Lisa, as it portrays her as being completely insane and serves as Exhibit A of how Mark Waid didn't know how to write the character. Golden Glider was scary because she was smart, calculating, and surprisingly composed (given how full of rage she was). Making her violently comic-book crazy undercuts how scary she was back in the Bronze Age.

You know, it really says something that Carey Bates, Lisa's creator, is probably still the best writer she's ever had. And he was writing in the late 70s and early 80s!

Mirror Master II (Evan McCulloch)

Best Story: Animal Man #8, 17, and 21, or Flash vol. 2 #133.

Nobody writes Evan McCulloch better than his creator, Grant Morrison, and these issues put that on full display.

The Animal Man stories introduce McCulloch, establish his weird personality, his freaky powerset, and his strict refusal to kill women or children, and are generally a delight to read. McCulloch has a very distinct voice throughout and is the funniest part of all three stories. Basically, everything you need to know about the character was established in these three issues.

Flash #133 is McCulloch's best appearance in an issue of Flash. He maintains his weirdness, his distinctive voice, and his insane powerset, and he takes the Flash and the reader on a trippy, colorful adventure around the world and through the looking glass. He maintains his generally cheerful and friendly attitude towards superheroes, and he is, once again, the funniest character in the story. Grant Morrison's Evan is a delight.

A close runner-up was Flash vol. 2 #212, the story that gave Evan his backstory (grimdark though it is, it somehow kind of works for him) and established what has become arguably his second-most famous characteristic (after his Scottish accent): his addiction to cocaine. It is a very good story, and I like that we get to learn more about Evan's history, but I will say that Geoff Johns' Evan isn't nearly as cheerful and weird as Morrison's, and I think that the story would have been even better with Morrison's cheerful nutty Evan than with Johns' creepy, sullen version.

Worst Appearance: Flash: TFMA. You know the drill by this point. Stupid Rogues. Pointless death of Bart. Bad writing all around.

Trickster II (Axel Walker)

Best Appearance: Flash vol. 2 #183. There are actually surprisingly few issues that focus on Axel as a lead character, but I've always enjoyed his introductory issue. It establishes some backstory for him and effectively tells you who he is (an annoying brat who might be in over his head) and what he can do (use a lot of crazy trick gadgets and work computers better than the older Rogues). I also like the bit towards the end of the issue where Mark is thoroughly unimpressed by Axel and asks if he's supposed to be their mascot. It always gets a giggle out of me.

I also thought the arc in Joshua Williamson's run where Axel briefly got super-strength was a pretty good story for Axel. It's one of the few times he's been played sympathetically and I thought that it worked really well.

Worst Appearance: Helmet of Fate: Detective Chimp. Okay, I haven't actually read this one, but I know enough about it to know that Axel murders 4 teenagers for no real reason, and that's enough for me to list it as his worst appearance.

Also, I can't really think of any Axel issue that I have read where Axel is portrayed really terribly. Writers usually seem to have a decent grasp on his character.

Captain Boomerang Jr.

Best Appearance: The best appearance of his that I've read is in Flash vol. 2 #220-225 (the Rogue War storyline). It's one of the few stories to feature him with the Rogues, and his grief over the death of his father and his relationship with Captain Cold are both very interesting. The story also finally tells us who his mother is (Meloni Thawne) and how she had a kid with Digger (well, sort of. We know time travel shenanigans were involved, at least). That being said, @gorogues says that his appearance in Manhunter v. 3 were really good, and I've heard that the story where he teamed up with Tim Drake was a good one as well.

Worst Appearance: Blackest Night: Flash #3. The story where he was turned into a idiotic child murderer and then was pointlessly killed off!

A close runner up was the Rebirth (I think) issue of Suicide Squad where he suddenly showed up and was inexplicably a snobby criminal mastermind who really hated Digger.

#flash rogues #flash comics #captain cold #captain boomerang jr #captain boomerang #george digger harknesss #golden glider #mirror master #sam scudder #evan mcculloch #heat wave #weather wizard #the trickster #james jesse #axel walker #the top

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Evil Morty and the other Mortys

I think Evil Morty would have been a 100% sympathetic character to us viewers if it wasn't for the fact that he strapped hundreds of Mortys on a dome and tortured them endlessly.

However, my gut is telling me that, although Evil Morty is definitely ruthless, he's not... evil evil. Like, I can see him torturing hundreds of Mortys so that he gets to escape, but I can't see him torturing them for fun.

I can think of a few reasons why he might have done this.

Theory 1: Pragmatism

For starters, Evil Morty is very cautious and his signature move is making himself appear more harmless than he actually is. It's not unlikely that he considered the possibility that his plan may eventually go awry (like it did). It would be a lot more likely that he wouldn't get interrogated or summarily shot (or examined in any way) if he:

(a) made it seem that the Rick he was paired with was extremely evil with a beef against Mortys and therefore resistence on Evil Morty's part would be worse than suicidal

AND

(b) made sure there was a laaaaarge crowd of Mortys to hide in. If there were, like twenty Mortys in total, it would be a lot easier for the Citadel to interrogate each and one of them or to try to find a connection, a link among them, to determine the dimension they were from, which in turn would make it a lot more likely for Evil Morty to be found out.

So he needs to surround himself with a LOT of Mortys and he needs them alive... but that would make zero sense on "Evil Rick's" part. If Evil Morty wants to sell the idea that there is an Evil Rick who collects brains from other Ricks, it'd make little sense for Evil Rick to keep hundreds of Mortys alive and well. He'd have to put them to good use. So Evil Morty has to put them to good use.

Theory 2: Failed Morty Strike

Yeah, it's obvious that Evil Morty does not really care if he tortures other versions of himself:

At worst, he sadistically enjoys their suffering: "ah-ah-ah, Rick. Quiet. You're missing my symphony". Is this something he made Evil Rick say so as to appear deranged, or does he personally really enjoy it?

At best, he doesn't like it but does not hesitate doing it.

I suspect the answer lies somewhere inbetween. I think he's both desperate and desensitized at that point... If he has already been forced by his previous Ricks to kill and torture people, then this is just a line that has already been crossed.

...but it's also clear that he HATES Mortys. He said to Morty Prime: "you sellout Mortys kill me. I'd hate you more than the Ricks you worship if there was any point". (So he hates them... equally).

This whole thing gives me a bit of a "oh, you want to be a human shield?! Then you get to BE a human shield!!" vibe.

I mean that I get the impression that he had sought help from other Mortys in the past, or that he had participated in a rally against Ricks... but all the Mortys ended up giving up or siding with Ricks eventually. Just like Morty Prime ended up siding with Rick when the Citadel was collapsing. Just like Campaign Manager Morty was trying to convince Evil Morty to quit before the election even took place. The main reason I suspect that Mortys as a collective had let Evil Morty personally down in the past is his reply to Morty Prime when he asked for help. He answered "it would be pointless. Mortys have no chance of defeating a Rick". It's not unlikely that this is what he had been told when he asked other Mortys for help.

Morty Prime did manage to rally the other Mortys in the Morty dome but truth be told they were extremely desperate. I can totally see Mortys doing a strike in the Citadel and the strike completely fizzling out because Ricks mind blew a few Mortys, summarily arrested and expelled some others into space, or even offered some Mortys the opportunity to get paired immediately with new Ricks (forever). The latter seems quite likely given that Morty Prime's mom was instructing him to demand for Rick to treat him better and he said "no, I'm desperate" (and Rick freaking smiled). Imagine if you have NO MOM and get offered a second chance of companionship by a Rick...

This would make his offer to Morty Prime make a lot more sense: he's a Morty who (a) was sick of Rick (b) tried to help other Mortys, and (c) successfully rallied them. He'd be everything an emotionally cornered Evil Morty would ever want-- oh, wait. Actually, NO. That second seat is just a toilet.

I like this theory because it means Evil Morty is the personification of the results of the failures of BOTH Rick AND Morty. Morty constantly doing whatever Rick tells him is not just bad for him, it means he becomes an accomplice to a lot of criminal acts... And although he's a child and therefore carries a very small part of the blame, after a certain point he should also take responsibility for his own actions (I mean, he tried to ROOFIE Jessica!!)

Theory 3: Evil Morty had personal beef with the Mortys he was torturing

If the hypothesis that he is a clone Morty with no real family and that he had been passed around repeatedly among various Ricks is true, then it's possible he specifically targeted the previous Ricks that had rejected him and the Mortys that had replaced him, out of spite. I wholeheartedly hope this isn't true because it'd mean he has been passed around hundreds of times. Slick Morty, who had 5 Ricks in the past, was "top" of his class, so hopefully exchanging hundreds of Ricks is Not A Thing.

Not to mention that targetting Ricks who had a previous connection with him would make it more likely for someone to discover said connection and catching him.

Also, since Evil Morty's plan was to bring down the Central Finite Curve, it'd make more sense for him to target Ricks likely to be in the know, not Ricks he had a personal beef with.

So, no, I don't think this theory is true.

Theory 4: He's jealous of Mortys with loving families

It's possible that, if Evil Morty is a clone Morty with no family, he targeted "naturally occuring Mortys" in loving families, out of spite. Mortys who had what he never had.

Theory 5: I'm overthinking it.

He's evil. Period.

#evil morty #rick and morty

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