#or how i hint or how fucking easy im trying to make doing things that would actually make me feel like its JUST us and its JUST ours

[beomglocks]

☆.｡.:* pairing: asshole ceo!hyuka x assistant!reader

☆.｡.:* warnings & other : enemies to less hated enemies/lovers, kai is an asshole, very mean, reader is nonchalant, sub!reader, softdom!kai but like meandom aura idk how to explain it, reader lowkey likes kai but like hell no that's ur boss!, unless..., idk if i will ever expand on this concept but fhwuwe i just love the thought of mean CEO kai, im back just for this ig

☆.｡.:* wc : …

you hum to yourself quietly, picking up a white collared shirt that you believe best fits the vibe of the upcoming business meeting.

"what do you think of this one?" you ask calmly. you watch silently as your boss glances up briefly from his phone to look at the attire you've chosen. he cranes his neck back and forth before groaning dramatically.

"i hate it."

you stare at him with a neutral expression on your face as he goes back to gluing his eyes to his phone as if whatever he was doing on there was more important than the task at hand. "that's the fifth one today sir," you speak up.

there's not a hint of mockery in your tone whatsoever. you're just doing your job after all. was it easy? hell no. however, you weren't about to let this stuck up brat get you out of line.

you were used to kai's constant demands. as his secretary and right hand women it's only normal for you to be able to deal with whatever bullshit was thrown your way. you were tougher than he gave you credit for and he had never acknowledged it but you were the only one who had stuck around.

the thing was, kai was used to getting everything he wanted but that all halted once you became his assistant.

normally he could get anything and anyone no matter what. the latest car or prettiest girl to play around with, you name it. he had a habit of fucking around with his assistants until you showed up. the moment you stepped into his office for the interview you were already on his hit list. thankfully you had a friend who worked here already so you knew of his advances towards the woman he worked with.

"its a good thing you're pretty, we'll look good standing next to each other," he had quipped once you sat down. you had held a straight face and answered plainly, not giving in to his advances.

"with all due respect sir, im here to work, not be a trophy on a wall to you." you still remember the way scoffed at you. as if to say, "we'll see". you can tell he didn't like that one bit.

sure, he had hired you despite the rudeness you gave him on the first encounter, why wouldn't he? your resume was impressive. long list of amazing companies he rivaled with in the past and you were smart. sure, he cared about all that in the grand scheme of things but he mainly hired you because you were his type. however, he kept you on a tight leash. metaphorically but he wouldn't be opposed if it were literal. he knew you weren't the type to condone his flirtatious advances and he hated that so he made your life a living hell in return.

no longer was he the boss who occasionally flirted with you and held the door open whenever you were running late. no. he had turned into somewhat of a tyrant, throwing fits over you not liking him in that way and penalizing you for even being just a second late. everyone in the office knew it was never a good day for you if you had to physically be around him.

he sighs, throwing his phone haphazardly on his bed. he rubs his face with his hands as if he's trying to cool himself off from exploding at you. you put the shirt down on the chair closest to the walk in closet, preparing for whatever he has to say to you.

"y/n-" he pauses to look up at you. his blonde hair is strewn all over the place and he has a bored expression. his eyes are narrowed and the way he's looking at you should make you feel small but it doesn't work. at least not outwardly. you'd be lying if you said the way he looked at you didn't make you throb a bit. but you couldn't and wouldn't ever let him win. you didn't care if he was nice or mean to you.

right now though, he's clearly masking the irritation in his eyes with a neutral face.

"i give you the keys to my very expensive, very lavish house not so you can chastise me about my fashion choices and my likes and dislikes but so that you can do your goddamn job and choose the best option for me."

"if i knew what i wanted to fucking wear i wouldn't have hired you in the first place don't you think?" he finishes. you raise your eyes row when he curses at you but remain silent.

he must've really been in a bad mood to curse at you because you don't think he's ever done that. he was mean but never to the point of swearing at you. that's how you knew today he wasn't having it.

he walks up to your still figure at the front of the closet. you're significantly shorter than him which he uses as a way to assert his dominance. he holds your jaw and inspects your face. he hates that you have such an indifferent expression on your face, you swear you see his eye twitch a bit.

"i hate that stupid look on your face," he mutters. "i curse at you and you don't even flinch, i flirt with you and you turn me down.. what do i do to break you?" he asks more to himself than you.

he holds that position for a while, waiting for anything, any sign that will help him out in this situation. you purse your lips because you know exactly what he's waiting for.

an invitation.

"im just here to do my job kai. i don't want to fool around with you." you say. "no matter how you are," you say to yourself. you hope your voice isn't faltering because kai has always respected your personal space but now he's all in your face. "are you serious? you're telling me you haven't thought of me fucking the mess out of you not even once. i mean.." he glances at his king bed for a second. "we're in my room right now, don't be so crass, its offensive.." he smiles a bit at his own intentions.

you hold your stare to the best of your abilities although the wetness that's pooling in your underwear is telling you to just give in. sure, he's your boss, your hot boss who has mentioned time and time again how badly he craves you, so what harm is it?

before you almost let your pussy do the thinking, suddenly you remember the fact that he only wants you just to say he broke you. it was almost like a game to him and you were the prize. you definitely weren't gonna let him win.

you clear your throat, trying to pull away from his grasp. "your meeting will be soon can we please get you dressed?" you say it with so much monotonous that it causes kai to blow another short fuse.

with a light shove he removes his hands from your jaw and sighs heavily. "the day i fuck the indifference out of you will be the day this whole building hears my name," he says to himself as if already imagining how it'll go down. "but it's ok, i suppose i can keep playing this game."

he turns around to look at you still standing stupidly near the closet.

"although im not sure how much longer im willing to play."

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[biniminisblog]

easy | lee minho oneshot

pairing: lee minho x reader

prompt: “did i do something? why are you suddenly acting so distant?” “just… because.” link to post here

genre: angst, fluff at the end, nonidol!au, kinda grumpy x sunshine, friends to lovers

word count: 1.6k

a/n: …idk what i wrote lmao. this is what happens when im in my missing minho hours. anw as always if you liked it pls reblog, comment, or send an ask and share your thoughts and feedback! also thank you to @dumplingsjinson for the prompt that inspired me to write this!

minho hates you. he hates you for making him fall in love with you. this wasn’t supposed to happen. this was all your fault. yes, your stupid smile and your stupid laugh and the way your eyes twinkle every time you look at him is the reason why he’s currently spiralling from his emotions.

despite his aloof attitude towards you, there was never a day where you failed to annoy him, even in the slightest. before, it was easy to just brush you off every time you try to get his attention. so easy to ignore the members whenever they talk about you. everything was easy back then. why couldn’t you just take the hint?

when you greet him enthusiastically so early in the morning, which he would usually just roll his eyes at, now makes his heart beat faster than it should have. and unlike before, his attention would instantly be diverted to the person who so much as just mentions your name.

he’s actually starting to think he likes spending more time with you, and not just as friends anymore. which is why he stopped hanging out with you. so when you suddenly appear before him outside of his apartment at eight pm on a friday, he knew he was fucked.

“hey…” you greeted him, and minho notices you slightly shiver from the cold. he gently grabs your arm and pulls you inside so you both don’t suffer from the harsh weather. after he closes the door, he turns to see that you were already sitting comfortably on his couch. another reason why he hates you is because of all the fond memories you both shared on that same damn couch. movie nights and cuddling were only some of the things he despised, recalling those memories where his heart fluttered the most.

“so, uhm, it’s been a while huh?” you lightly chuckle, but it was different to the usual joyful tone it had. now it seem more dejected. “you haven't been answering my calls lately, is there something wrong?”

he didn’t know how to answer that because yes something was wrong, but not in the way you think. he just settled with a simple shake of his head and plops down on the couch next to the one you were sitting on. it was hard not to notice the amount of space between the two of you, however the both of you don’t mention it.

“don’t worry about it, i was just busy so i couldn’t answer your calls.” to further prove his claim, he points to the copious amounts of paperwork stacked on top of each other on the coffee table. it was true that he was busy with work, but he always made time for you despite that. though he didn’t know that his feelings for you would be deeper than just a friend he would occasionally be annoyed at.

“minho, i’m not stupid. i know you’re ignoring me.” of course you’d catch on immediately, it was you after all.

“well if you knew that, then why are you here?” minho’s words come out a lot meaner than he expected, and he immediately regrets it once he sees the look of hurt flash in your eyes.

“sorry, it’s just that a lot has been going on lately and i—”

“did I do something? why are you suddenly acting so distant?” you cut him off, feeling frustrated at your friend’s lack of communication. you start to stand up from the couch to get closer to him, but minho was two steps ahead as he gets up first and heads to his kitchen. you follow him there and see that he took out a glass and poured himself some water to drink. you’re not sure why, but you think it’s just to prolong him from answering your question.

“minho please, i miss you! i miss hanging out with my friend, don’t you miss me too?” you plead, and minho’s facade breaks. his eyes soften and he puts the glass down so could walk closer to you. he stops right in front of you and moves his hand to caress your hair. you lean in to his touch, already missing the way his fingers would comb your hair soothingly. minho just smiles at your reaction before pulling away slowly.

“of course i miss you yn,”

“everything was fine so why are you doing this? why are you avoiding me?” yes, everything was fine and easy until you decided to mess with his heart. but you didn’t know that.

“just… because.” you scoff at his explanation, resisting the urge to smack him for not giving you a clear answer.

“because what minho? am i too annoying for you? do i talk too loudly? what is it minho!? i can’t take this any more, i thought we were friends—”

“and that’s exactly why!” you stop, and minho takes this as an opportunity to finally let it out.

“the reason why i stopped hanging out with you is because i don’t want to be friends anymore! don’t you see yn? i like you! hell, i’m in love with you! but i don’t want to be because i know you don't feel the same way. i mean, why would you? all i do is just say mean things to you.” minho breathes out a sigh and watches as you take in all the words he just said. however, he was too scared of your rejection, so he moved past you and headed towards the living room. you were still too stunned to move so you stay rooted in the kitchen.

“please just forget everything i just told you and i promise i won't ignore you anymore.” minho almost raps as he maneuvers his way towards the coffee table and he distracts himself by arranging his paperwork. some part of him wants you to just accept that and go home, but the other, more hopeful side, wishes for you not to forget and return his feelings too.

when you arrive at the living room, you see minho crouched down beside the coffee table. you quickly grab his arm, startling him from the sudden contact. you pull him up and give him time to regain his balance before giving your side.

“what if i don’t wanna forget?” minho only looks confused, so you elaborate further. “what if i don’t wanna forget that you like me? what if i like you too, have you ever considered that?”

you almost laugh at the comedic look on minho’s face as his eyes suddenly widen in shock. you don’t, instead you grab his chin and pull him down towards you. your lips touched and it was still for a moment before he finally kissed you back. only then do you both pull away from lack of oxygen. your arms wrap around his neck to pull him closer and you rest your forehead against each other’s.

“so… does this mean we’re dating now?”

“do friends go around kissing each other like that?” you quirk an eyebrow and minho shakes his head at your sarcasm. it seems like he’s finally rubbing off on you.

“no they don’t.”

“good, ‘cause i don’t want you kissing your friends like that.” you both laugh and minho lifts you off the ground to spin you around, causing you to squeal in surprise.

“for the record, i don’t want you kissing your friends like that either.” after putting you down, minho gives you his signature smirk before kissing you once more and wrapping you up in a hug.

“and to answer your question, i’m in love with you too. so yes, we are dating.” you can’t stop grinning as minho continues to hug you, but he abruptly pulls away, causing you to look at him with confusion written in your features. he suddenly seems anxious, but he collects himself and takes a deep breath before talking.

“i’m just going to have to warn you that i may not be the best boyfriend in the world. i get moody a lot and say a lot of sarcastic things that may come off as rude. there are also times where i—“ he stops rambling after he hears laughter coming from you. he gives you a look that resembles an offended cat and you all but acknowledge it as you wipe away the tear that came out of your eye.

you cradle minho’s face with both of your hands, and he looks at you with such pureness in his big eyes that you can’t help but fall in love with him more.

“minho, i already know that you are all of those things, yet i still stuck around because i love you despite all of that, and i will continue to do so until you run out of snarky things to say,” you tease, and it gets a small smile from him.

“you’re right. if you were tired of me, you would’ve already dropped me while we were still friends.” minho jokes and you hum in response, giving him a peck to his cheek. you intertwine your fingers with his and with your other hand, run your fingers through his hair. “yes now stop worrying about that, you still owe me all the movie nights we missed because you’re an idiot.”

minho only replies with a laugh, silently agreeing that he is indeed an idiot. it surprises him how easily you break him free of his worries. and that despite everything that just happened, you still manage to crack his walls. but he guesses that’s how love works, it makes everything so much easier.

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[girlboybug]

California Gurls

"warm, wet n’ wild, there must be something in the water."

or the one where joel hasn't been to california in god knows how long, but, one thing's for certain. he loves, california girls.

what’s playing 🎧 : california gurls by katy perry

pairing : joel miller x cali!girl reader

word count : 2k

CONTENT WARNINGS : SMUTTY HEADCANON LIST, age gap, public sex, light themes of exhibitionism, heavy petting, bikini fetish, is that a thing? it is now. unprotected sex, breeding kink, creampies, oral f!receiving, blowjobs, doggy style, riding, multiple orgasms, dacryphilia, switch coded joel and reader, joel still leans towards top/dom, edging, forced orgasms, drunk/high sex

TRIGGER WARNINGS : umm i honestly can't think of any besides sex under the influence of both alcohol and weed but neither joel and reader are sober so its all around consensual as always :) if i missed anything plz lmk!

a/n : hi baes, im sorry that ive been slacking on uploading, ive been a bit burnt out, and i recently just got a job! so i fear my uploading may become more scarce but i will try my best to not let it get too bad.

ive had this au in mind for awhile n thought a headcanon list would b perfect hehe and i might make it a full fic in the future. i have a very special fic im almost done with and then a few more requests, thank u to those patient ppl who requested it, i promise i havent forgotten abt u!!! anyways sorry this is so long kjjdsjhdjsj plz enjoy and if there is anyway i can make my writing more inclusive pleaaase let me know!

joel didn't even want to be in california, but it was on the way to where him and ellie needed to go, and it was supposed to be just them two passing through, nothing less, nothing more.

but then, and of course there's always a but, on the journey both joel and ellie stumble upon a beach.

a beach with you.

culture shock for joel, like immediately. it's almost like the virus never spread to california, specifically their beaches. girls girls girls, all clad in the skimpiest bikinis and swimwear he's seen in years - or ever actually.

ellie convinces him to stay, just for a little while, and of course, he obliges, begrudgingly. the begrudging feeling and furrow in his brows slowly melts away when he's left to unwind in the warm sand, wandering eyes traveling across the beach's very underdressed inhabitants.

he lets ellie play in the water, he's more than content enjoying the view surrounding him in the sand.

you’re quick to notice the newcomers, instantly excited upon meeting new people

you make it real difficult for joel to maintain eye contact while he talks to you, he feels like he needs to physically hold his eyes in place so they don't drift down to the way your tits spill out your bikini top

he can smell the salty water, the semi sweet and unforgettable scent of sunscreen and a hint of coconut on you, and it's honestly mind numbing

and when ellie begs to stay in california for a bit longer than they planned, he surprises both himself and ellie when he jumps to say yes.

NSFW UNDER THE CUT

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you make joel never wanna leave california. when it's dark out, with the beach left empty and void of half naked and sunburnt people, it becomes a space for just you and joel.

he loves fucking you right on the sand, loves setting up your bright pink beach towel across the sandy floors just to push your face down onto it, smushing your cheek until your pretty lips pucker and sob his name when he bullies the fat head of his cock into your fluttering hole.

it was so easy getting joel to crack and fuck you, it didn't take much convincing, if anything, it took more convincing on his part to not bend you over upon immediate introductions. but when he finally lets himself have you, it's all he ever wants to do

it was a massive shock that he could keep up with your stamina, he's like what, 56? and you're a 20 something year old full of life and energy and yet he was giving you a run for your money, almost making you tap out when he forces a third orgasm of the night out of you

he loves to drag his tongue across your skin, loves to sink his teeth into the junction of your neck and shoulder when he fucks you from the back, he loves tasting the remnants of the ocean that lingers on your skin

loves to sneak off with you behind the lifeguard tower, and he loves hearing you plead with him to give you some attention.

he loves to make you beg for it. he loves pushing those tiny bikini bottoms that cover not enough, just to lap and lap and lap, at your soaked cunt.

loves to eat it til you cry, he doesn't stop until you have to push him off. he loves it when he gets to flip you on your tummy, he pulls your hips up and buries his face in your pussy, licking you up until your legs shake and can barely keep you upright, but it's okay, he's always there to keep you in place.

you enjoy feeding his ego when you tell him he's the best you've ever had, which isn't a lie

but the way he forces your knees near your ears when you whine about how his cock is the best, and the way he plunges in so deep you can feel him kiss your cervix, makes you feel like you'd say anything else he wanted to hear to get him to keep fucking you like that

sometimes he just can't keep his hands off you, so he'll pull you away to the secluded part of the beach, and make you ride him

oh you love riding him. you like feeling the slight shift in dominance that occurs when you get on top. you love pushing his chest down, letting his back connect to the sand, tons of little grains getting lost in his hair when you keep him down like that, fucking him the way you like, using his fat cock like your personal toy. 

you don’t care about how sensitive he is, you make him take your tight cunt, he's the one that wanted this, so it's only fair he finishes what he started after all.

it's your turn to only get more turned on when you see his pretty brown eyes line with tears when you're fucking him through his second orgasm back to back.

you're insatiable when you're like this, drunk on his cock, and drunk on the power trip of being in control. you’re unable to stop your hips from rocking down onto his, guiding his fingers to your needy clit.

you lower yourself down to his chest, kissing his freckled shoulders, teeth grazing over his collarbones when he's whimpering in your hair, feeling too much everywhere but he doesn't tell you to stop, he takes everything you give him

loves pulling you into his chest when you've ticked him off, he keeps your back to his front, he spreads your legs and keeps them open with his ankle hooking around your's.

his strong bicep, that you love, keeps you in a loose chokehold, his free hand teasing your soaked cunt, bringing you to the edge of release just to rip it away from you. he loves kissing your sunkissed skin, feeling the warmth from being in the sun all day while he whispers for you to, shut the fuck up and behave.

his fingers circle around your clit, switching between that and burying his thick digits in your aching hole, scoffing when you sigh and whimper in relief when he pushes his middle finger in

doesn't let you finish despite your pleas and cries

he's so mean when he's mad at you. :(

he takes your bikini bottoms, pocketing them away and tossing you his flannel if you're gonna complain that much about being bare even though you're practically naked 99% of the time.

you immediately go home, throw his flannel over a pillow and hump it, trying your best to focus on the scent that wafts from his flannel, and lingers on your skin, pretending the friction you felt was from his fingers

you love getting back at joel, like when you're sitting at the tiki bar, and he's trying his best to converse with your friends

you'll snake yourself in his arms, hopping onto his lap while he sits in the barstool, accidentally letting your wet bikini bottoms soak his drying swim trunks

you also unintentionally squirm around in his lap, 'not realizing' you're grinding your ass right on his hardening cock, looking up at him in faux concern when he starts stuttering and stammering mid-convo

he grips your hips, his fingers digging into your warm skin, silently warning you

you don't heed his warnings, naturally, and instead hop off his lap, announcing to the group that you've decided to go for another session in the water, leaving him to awkwardly swivel his barstool away as to not flash his aching erection beneath his swim trunks to all your friends.

of course joel always gets the last word, he's pulling you away from the water, tugging you along with him by the rocks near the shore the furthest from everyone

little girl is gonna learn today, he mutters to himself, and you have to hide your squeals of excitement, knowing he's gonna fuck you stupid

and that he does, he makes you work for your orgasm, and that’s only if he feels nice enough in the moment 

he has you on your knees in front of him while he leans his back against the sturdy surface of a large rock, his hand resting behind your head while he grunts for you to take every inch of him down your throat 

s’what girls like you are good for, i’nt that right baby? 

your cunt flutters at his words, he always makes you tingly from just speaking 

when he’s about to cum he can never decide which is better, seeing your pretty face covered in his seed or watching you swallow it down without a single flinch 

before you, joel hadn’t done anything like this in like, 20+ years, so when you think you’re done, you’re not. 

his cock stays hard sometimes, and he’s more than willing to use you over and over until he’s satisfied, not that you complain, you’re always so pliable and compliant for him. 

he sits you up, pulls you into his lap and makes you put it in, loves watching his fat cock disappear into your greedy cunt, sucking him in and wrapping around him like a tight glove. 

holds your hips down and keeps you in place while he fucks up in to you, tugs your bikini top down and sucks on your chest, tongue messily dragging all along your salty skin, teasing your sensitive nipples with his teeth 

sometimes he’ll play nice, he’ll rub your sweet little clit, cooing and kissing at your neck and cheek when you collapse in his chest, rutting on his cock while he fucks you through your all consuming orgasm. 

buries his face in your neck to breathe in your scent when he’s close, whispers to you if you’ll let him cum inside, and you always say yes 

grunts a few utterances of your name when he cums in you, he slowly fucks his cum inside you, the wet sound from your grinding bodies turns him on more than he can even describe, addicted to how it feels and how it sounds 

loves to slowly pull out, and watch his cum leak from your hole, loves knowing he’s the first and only one, who gets to do that to you. 

and when he’s at your small place, with ellie being at a girl her age’s place for the night, he unwinds in your bed with you, passing a blunt back and forth

you give him sips from whatever fruity alcoholic drink you’ve concocted that night, giggling mid kiss when you taste the mixture of a mango pineapple drink and weed on his tongue 

and he always gets the munchies on nights like this, but not for food

loves devouring your pussy when he’s high, he’ll make his way on top of you, eyes ablaze, mouth parted with low breaths, eyeing you down like you’re his prey 

you try to tease him by closing your legs, but that’s fine, he can work with that

he grabs your ankles, taking them in one big hand, pulling you down towards him before he lifts your legs up by your ankles, smirking to himself when he pushes your panties to the side and dives in tongue first 

he can eat you out for hours, he’s just so hungry, and he can’t get enough of you

and when you’re shaking, trembling, struggling to breathe, he loves watching the violent jerk your body makes when he pushes his cock inside your messy and soaked hole, loves holding you down while you shake beneath him from your burning orgasms you just had back to back 

fucks you nice and slow, wants you to feel every single inch, and every single vein inside of you, wants you to know who’s fucking you this good

and when he can’t hold off on leaving california any longer, he tries to convince you to come with him. and in the time that the pair has stayed in california, ellie has grown to like you, and naturally joins him in his pleas, begging you to come along with them. 

and as much as you want to go along with them, you can't get yourself to leave. california’s your home, and it could be their’s too, you try to tell them, but you both know where the other belongs. 

when he leaves, he kisses you hard enough that you pray it bruises into your lips for the rest of your life. 

you make him promise to try and come by at least every summer, and with a wide smile, he says he can do that. 

#joel miller x reader #the last of us smut #joel miller smut #joel miller x f!reader #pedro pascal joel miller #the last of us hbo #joel miller x female reader #ellie williams tlou #headcanon #joel miller headcanon #tlou hbo #the last of us #joel miller hbo #joel miller tlou #joel miller fanfiction #joel miller fanfic #joel miller one shot #joel miller headcanons

[coleskingdom]

The Only Thing I Wanted

The Continuation of Nights Like These

Pairing Will Ospreay x F Reader

Genre: Smut

Warnings NSFW Under 18 DNI

Using @madhatterbri and @midwestmade29 phone call to your ex prompt

Now that the idea was in my head curiosity was going to get the better of me. Would he answer, and what would he say if he did.

I hit the button on my phone, I half expected to the number not to work. “Hello” a rough sleepy Essex accent answered, “My sweet girl, are you okay?” I almost hung up. “Say something please” a hint of worry in his voice.

“I hate you” was the first words that came out of my mouth. His laughing “What did I do now?”

. “You just cost me my relationship?” I spat

“How did I do that exactly? I’m quite curious considering, we haven’t spoken since I’ve been here. You won’t even look at me for more than a second so Sweetheart do tell me how exactly I ruined your relationship.”

“You ruined me, I’ve tried to move on so many times,and no matter how good it is, how much I want to be in love, you still creep in the back in.”

There was a silence, and I thought he had hung up. "Where are you?" I didn’t answer “Damn it where are you, if you don’t think that I won’t call the Cowboy and ask where he left you. You’d be wrong. So make this easy on both of us.”

“I’m at home”, knowing that the show tonight was in my hometown and that he’d have already be here.

“I’ll be there in half an hour." he said and hanging up.

What the hell is happening? He’s coming here, fuck, no that’s not what I wanted. Why am I lying to myself, of course that’s what I wanted. I knew I looked like a mess, my hair up in a bun, I was wearing an old t shirt and pajama pants, just as I contemplated going to change there was a knock at the door.

I opened it to see a bed headed Will in front of me, in his grey sweatshirt and joggers. He walked in the living room, “ Come here Sweetheart .”his arms opened wide. I moved cautiously towards him, his arms wrapped around me, his embrace so strong as he pulled me close. His chin resting on top of my head. I started to cry into his chest feeling guilty for how right this felt. “It’s okay, it’s okay, I’m such a shit.” His hands rubbing up and down my back. “It was all my fault, I can’t even remember all the ways I fucked up. I didn’t deserve you.” Reality came crashing over me, “ You can’t be here, I’m not going to be the other woman.” I pushed him away. “Who are you talking about? I’m not with anyone , the last relationship ended six months ago.” I looked up into those blue eyes trying to read them, I could always read him. “ you just seemed so happy and I assumed you were in love.”

He bent his head down and kissed me, in away he’d never kissed me before. Softly, then hungrily , then gentle, and then with an out of this world passion. His hands hold me to him, his hands pressing my hips to his, his body moving with the kiss. He moves his hands to my face gently pulling away from the kiss. His thumbs grazing over my cheeks, “Im so sorry love, I’ve worked everyday to become a man, a man that you’d be proud of, a man that I thought would be deserving of you. I saw you with him, and I knew I wouldn’t do anything because I never wanted to hurt you ever again.” Tears fell from my eyes, my lips quivering, I was so tired of running from my feelings about him.“ Will” I didn’t know what I was asking for or what I needed in that moment. He pulled me back in to his chest. “I’ve got you, whatever I have is already yours.” he whispered softly. “ I need you.” I mumbled into his chest.

He picked me up so quickly I barely had time wrap my arms around his neck and my legs around his hips my head buried in his neck. As he navigated himself through the living room to my bedroom. He set me down beside the bed, then lifting his sweatshirt over his head. I sucked in a breath, his more muscular frame was new, the tattoo on his arm was new, looking at his face the smug smirk was not new. He knew he had me. “ You said you needed me, what do you need? Do you need me to hold you, do you need me to make love to you slow and passionate, do you need me to fuck you so the only name you’ll ever say again is mine, or do you need us?” The last four words sent a wave of heat through my body . “ I need us” at my words he draws a breath in deep so primal, that my body is already anticipating his next move.

He reaches for the hem of my shirt and raises it up over my head, his hands ghosting my body. Looking at him, my body hasn’t improved in the way his has, I’m a little softer, less toned than the last time we were together and I’m suddenly self conscious. “Where’d you go? his voice genuinely concerned. “I’m um..you are just so damn perfect and I’m not.” He doesn’t hesitate “You have no idea how many times I've wished I was the man touching you." His hand takes a tour of my curves as he talks. "The man palming these pretty tits. The man with his head between these thighs making you scream. “As he takes off my pajama pants. “The man filling up this tight little pussy every night. You don’t get to hide from me.”

He kisses me and I had forgotten how good he kissed, I had forgotten how his dirty mouth caused my whole body to blush . I had forgotten how right this felt.

“Go lay down on the bed” his tone wavering between an ask and an order. I lay down on the bed, he joins me there, his naked body over mine as he kisses me again on my mouth then his attention lands on my breasts. He kisses around my nipple, licking and sucking the tender skin around my peaked bud but not putting his mouth on the part of my breast that wants him most.Teasing me, and enjoying it by the mischief in his eyes, he repeats the same movements on my other breast.My back arches when he starts to kiss down my stomach, his fingertips light as they also rake down my body. His palms reach the inside of my thighs. “Open your legs for me sweet girl” as his hands push open my thighs “That’s my girl, keep them open wide for me.You’re doing so good for me, so wet for me already. I think your body has missed me.” A jolt running through me as his fingers lightly tease my folds. His mouth seals against me, my body had missed him, the way his tongue moved inside me, the perfect amount of teasing and pressure working against me. I gripped the sheets as he sticks a finger in, then another his mouth and fingers in this rhythm that is building me up “ Will, I’m so close." he speeds up knowing what I need reading my body so that my mind falls completely blank as the orgasm shatters through my body. his fingers continue to work me through the waves licking and sucking as it subsided. He moves back

He’s back over me, he kisses me I can taste myself on his lips. His eyes are soft almost sad, but there’s a desire there. “What is it Will?” Gently rubbing the back of his neck, “You can tell me anything.” His eyes reading my face “ I’m probably going to fuck up what I’m trying to say to you. It’s always been you for me. Nothing in my life compares to this …..to us .” His voice cracking his vulnerability breaking my will not to say the words in my throat. “I love you Will, I always have, and I never stopped.”

He kisses me again deeply as the tips of his fingers move slick between my legs, and then the, thick tip of him is there, nestled right at my entrance. He kisses me as he pushes his cock inside each of us swallowing the other’s moans. as I squeeze his hips between my thighs and pull him in the rest of the way. Inch by inch we connect. He's warm and silky inside me, filling me up completely, and it couldn't feel more perfect. He’s on top of me, pinning me down and driving into me, taking control, claiming me. I kiss his neck, licking the salt from his skin and dig my nails into his back as his thrusts become more frenzied. He hits the spot inside me that makes everything tingle and throb and I instinctively bear down against him as he keeps pumping. He changes his position bringing me with him, sliding in deeper every movement building pressure, his hand reaches down rubbing my clit coaxing my body, teasing and playing , as if we’d never been apart. I could feel my orgasm building though it felt bigger than before, a feeling that had only been with him. “Will, I’m so” I feel his cock twitch in side of me, as my release flows down his cock. “That’s my sweet girl make a mess” through gritted teeth, my pussy continues to flutter around him, he pumps into me one more time, his release coming with a roar, and deep inside me.” He collapses on top of me, his head buried in my chest , my arms wrapped around him protectively. “ You were amazing love,” he said, “ I’m so …” he cut me off immediately” if you say anything besides happy, satisfied , hungry. I’m going to have to go back to work, until you’re so love drunk you can’t say anything but my name. “ a grin pulling at his lips. “I’m so glad you came over.”

Rolling off of me and pulling me to him, his breathing a calming presence as his fingers play in my hair. He glances at the clock, “Happy Valentines, My Sweet Girl”were the last words I heard as I drifted off in his arms.

#valentines day prompt #will ospreay #will ospreay x reader #will ospreay smut

[coryosfirstlady]

Pretty Girl - Coriolanus Snow

Description -

You are the daughter of Dr Volumnia Gaul, previously a close friend (and lover) of Coriolanus Snow. Until one night, a fight with your mother leaves you stranded with nowhere to go but The Snow Penthouse, despite Dr Gaul banning you from contacting Coryo ever again - and you and Coryo agreed to stay away from eachother as you only distracted eachother from your work. Although, what else could you do? Sorry guys, im new to the whole Tumblr thing, this is acc a snippet of my ao3 fanfic - "The Sound of Snow falling", so if you enjoy make sure to check it out :) https://archiveofourown.org/works/51943126/chapters/131348863

For what felt like hours, you sat alone, summer air enough to keep you from a shiver as the day drew along - deciding whether or not it would be socially acceptable to sleep on the central steps, or if your Capitol Influence had already taken a hit when you disappeared for two months. It was uncomfortable, that was evident, the gravelly yet fresh steps scraping at your skin through the thin dress you wore, the matching blazer draped over your shoulders.

They had only built the Gamemaker Hall a couple years ago, following the successes of the 10th and 11th Hunger Games - the Citadel becoming too small of a space for the research conducted, now the affluent marble-coated Hall housing more than enough of the equipment needed to murder 23 children each year. It marvelled you how easily you had broken into the guarded building after Flickerman's Feast - security lacking to a degree you could hardly comprehend, although you guessed the help of your cunning, now ex-friend Snow played a large part in the easy task.

Eyebrows furrowing, you realised the Snow Penthouse was only a few roads away - offering inevitable warmth and comfort that was severely insufficient where you currently sat, though you guessed Coryo wouldn't even open the door to you. Furthermore, you doubted you could possibly manage to stay with him for that long without your feelings for him driving you mad - yet another precaution that would only harden your current situation.

No matter what you told yourself, it did seem incredibly inviting - particularly as your Mother had commanded you to stay away, the rage still absently bubbling at the back of your mind, sourcing a need for defiance. To upset Gaul, that is what you convinced yourself as you stood from the steps and began to amble along the dark roads.

To upset Gaul, as you took the elevator to the top floor of the apartment building.

To upset Gaul, as you knocked gingerly on the door marked 'Snow'.

Cold and sweet, your eyes met his as he pulled the hinge - immediate confusion and somewhat annoyance lacing his expression, your stomach fluttering at even the sight of him.

"What the fuck are you doing here."

His words were impossibly sharp, yet months of knowing him so well assured you that this was the same facade he displayed to every Capitol resident - thick-skinned and hardened, inviting no such disagreement.

"I have nowhere else."

"Your mothers?"

"She sent me away."

Murmuring like a child confessing to their Mother, you watched as a deep sigh overtook his form - a hint of pity behind glassy eyes conveying a spark of hope.

Hesitantly, he let you in, shutting the door behind you as he attempted not to let his eyes fall on you for too long - well aware that if they did, he may just go crazy. Your perfume seemed to fill the air instantly, flooding unfairly into his nostrils as he took a step away to try to regain some control of the situation - his hands bawling to fists as he shoved them far into the pockets of his dark slacks.

'You can sleep in Tigris' old bedroom. She's away studying."

You briefly thanked him, pulling off your blazer and hanging it on the Coathook beside the door. The room you stood in was Grand - expensively decorated with a large dining table stretching across one half, the other with large armchairs and matching sofas placed strategically below a lavish chandelier, all leading to a slim hallway across your gaze.

Coryo began to walk away - you following him like a lost puppy, curious footsteps attempting to map out the large space.

"I'm going to my room. Call if you need something."

Silence.

"Yeah, um, of course."

Silence.

Coriolanus was growing painfully aware of the feeling in his chest as he stood across from you, warmth trickling slowly down his body - only to rest guiltily between his thighs. Fuck, he wanted you so badly - overwhelmingly, all controllingly. He hated himself for it.

Although, that hatred had never stopped him.

He turned with such ferocious yearning you thought he was about to strike you - flinching for a moment before he instead slammed his lips to yours with indescribable hunger, an attempt to drink every moment he missed of you from your lips. It was heavenly.

Reaching a hand to hold his jaw, bringing him closer, he released a breathy gasp into your mouth before pulling you backwards and onto the large dining table with powerful need, a clatter echoing around the room as you slammed against the wood - his heavy form already caged above you. It was hard to breathe, tounges deep in each other's mouths - desperate and starved, relapsing into an addiction that was sickeningly sweet - making you unsure whether the warmth prickling at your skin was pure arousal or the relief of touching him again. Your warmth began to throb as he occasionally relaxed his weight onto you, his spare hand reaching to grab your waist with more strength and force than he had ever touched you before - fingers grasping tight enough to leave a bruise, the pain delicious, forcing muffled moans into the kiss.

Writhing against each other as your bodies grew impatient, time seemed to race, heartbeats thumping so intimately against each other it almost fulfilled every moment you had missed.

"It was cruel of you to come over."

Coryo reprimanded, breath hot in your mouth as he spoke hopelessly into you - however not fazed or truly angry enough to draw his hands away from you, still desperately pawing your sides, sliding your dress up your thighs, mouth growing slick with the now shared saliva. "You don't care to seem too dearly."

The grunt in response seemed to ripple ecstatically along your body, pleasured shivers reaching down to your fingertips - now gently clawing at his back, breath hitching as his hand edged to your thigh, grabbing roughly at the fleshed underside - bare skin against his enough to make your eyes close in ecstasy.

As he pulled you closer, your pelvis brushed his - throbbing cock restrained by his slacks already making your cunt tense around nothing, his curious fingers eventually pulling the skimpy panties you wore down along your legs and onto the floor, his eyes drifting to you arrogantly as he brushed your dampness.

"You're so wet."

Accusingly, he said it - though you were too far in to accept the shame by now, instead rocking your hips closer to his hand in needy request, smirk twitching his pretty mouth. Without warning, he thrust two fingers into you, thumb practicedly playing with your clit, your whole body convulsing at the sudden pressure, back arching against the table with broken moans. He relished it, seeing you a bundled mess under his hands - proud you were his, only his to play with.

Vision beginning to haze from the already strong overwhelming, he continued pistoning his fingers cruelly into your cunt without mercy - some sort of revenge for teasing him so awfully for the past two weeks. Beginning to ease a third finger in, he watched as your eyes widened, looking down to see where his fingers met your pretty cunt.

"You can take it, baby, I know you can."

His words came out strained and gravelly, everything about you driving him to madness as he reached into you deeper, noticing the exact spot that made your eyes roll back in a beautiful lack of control.

"Is that where it is, baby?"

Hitting the same spot, he confirmed, pumping in and out down to his knuckles now - the moment your velvety walls began to tighten making his chest tighten with anticipation - dick pressing painfully against his pants.

You came surprisingly quickly, unable to hold yourself any longer - the touch driving your legs to shiver seemingly uncontrollably as Coryo finger-fucked you through it, prolonging the deep orgasm almost inhumanely. His careful arms hoisted you up as soon as you finished, wrapping your arms around his waist as he carried you to the large, affluent sofa in the other half of the room - placing you on his lap as he sat, eyes trained unforgivingly on your every moment.

Recovering as quickly as you could, you rolled yourself immediately away from his seated form, instead kneeling on the floor between his spread legs - tenting in his trousers fluttering through your already shaky limbs. Glancing up at him for approval, you slowly undid his belt, a smirk spreading across his face as he helped your lightly quivering hands pull away his trousers and underwear, revealing his throbbing cock, tip a deep red and glistening with precum. The night in the cabin, you had hardly seen it in the candlelit dimness, only felt the sheer size, yet now, looking upon him anxiously close - you worried you wouldn't be able to fit it into your mouth. Fuck it, you would try anyway.

Pride beckoned in your eyes as you gently placed your lips against the head of his cock, his neck immediately tensing in an attempt to hide his sharp breaths, your confidence immediately returning alongside a need to please him. You began to swish your tongue over the hotness, healthy hand reaching to stroke the base of his length as the splinted one traced light patterns into his thigh with your nails - savouring the look on his face as he bit his lip - his hand reaching to grab a handful of your hair, a gentle pull every time you made his cock twitch providing you with more then enough will to continue.

Your lips began to burn as you brought your head further down, stretch hitting the back of your throat - tears immediately threatening your eyes - his moans growing more shameless, low groans and gasps music to your ears.

"You feel amazing, fuck-"

He managed, hand bawling to a fist in your hair as you began to bob your head - his eyes screwing shut agonizingly tight.

Swirling your tongue over him, he flinched, muscles contracting - taking his whole cock almost sorely in your mouth, nose brushing the groomed hairs at the base in delectable pride. Staying in that position for longer than he could bare, his hips bucked against you, your own hand sliding along your body to toy with your clit, his breathless strives to hide his moans slickening you further.

His heartbeat became evident in your mouth as you bobbed again, muscles tensing and flinching at every detail in your movement - holding himself back to relish this moment for as long as he possibly could, his hand abruptly pulling your hair as he spilt into your throat, a low growl-like sound escaping his lips as you swallowed the salty thickness.

Eyes glued to you in admiring fondness, he pulled you back onto his lap, finally removing your dress to reveal the pretty tits he had craved to see again, immediately trying to make a mental note of the image - still hazed and fucked-out, yet so desperate for more. That feeling in his chest was still there, stronger and ever, and to him, lust needed to be sorted.

Grip returning to your hips, he gazed at you in an unfocused mess, crazed and fuckdrunk as you unbuttoned his shirt to reveal his muscled torso, immediately kissing your way down his neck as he aligned himself with your burning cunt - lowering your body onto him in a painful stretch that made your legs tense, nails scratching into his skin as you released a cry.

"Come on, baby, breathe through it."

Just as overwhelmed as you, he whispered into your ear, nuzzling against it fondly as you brought yourself off him, then back on, deeper into you this time, tip brushing that spot deep inside you as you stifled a moan. Rolling and grinding yourself against him, you shared frantic and already sensitive breaths, his abs tensing each time you lowered, hips bucking up into you desperately. Coryo's hand snaked back down to your cunt, circling your clit so overwhelmingly you could've passed out.

The eagerness for the other only heightened, the man below you driving his cock into you in perfect unison as you rode off him, pace quickening as the room echoed with pornographic slaps of his balls against your ass, your whimpers and pants contrasted with his low moans, sweat trickling down his forehead and onto yours. You were well aware your hymen was not going to be forgiving tomorrow morning.

The room grew hot with thirst, greediness and lust that only the other brought you, rough movements more frantic than you had been the first night you'd touched each other, overtaken with hungry need. Fluttering around him, you arched your back, leaning your head to the tall ceiling and screwing your eyes tight.

"m'gonna cum-"

You muffled, his grasp firm on your ass, holding tight as he thrust mercilessly into you. "go on, baby, let me see you-"

His hand reached to hold your jaw, tilting your face to lock eyes with him, gaze so intense on the other it held more emotion than your words ever could. A loud gasp erupted from your mouth, face morphing in uncontainable pleasure, coating his cock in your juices as you reached your high - better than any drug, yet more addictive. The extreme tightness paired with that expression on your face only made Coryo orgasm seconds later, gravelly groans filling the air between you as you sat, slumped against each other, dick softening inside you.

Coryo tiredly brought his hand to massage your shoulder as you rested yours against his chest, twirling your hair carefully between his fingers -gentle movements starkly different to the force he had previously impaled you with.

"You pretty, pretty girl."

A shy flutter flushed your cheeks, catching your breath in your throat in an innocent timidness like a girl with a crush - what you supposed you were, now. Every feeling towards him was so thick, suffocating you but in such a beautiful way.

For Snow, that feeling in his chest was yet to disappear - despite fucking you so well, physically unable to continue due to the sheer amount of effort he had ploughed into you with, the so-called lust was still well present. It had to be lust. What else could he possibly have the humane capacity for?

#coriolanus fanfiction #coriolanus smut #coriolanus snow #coriolanus x reader #coriolanus x you #snow lands on top #tom blyth #tbosas #smut

[sparklingchim]

um im having some thoughts/opinions about both characters in ylm which is;

i feel like it’s always the man who can neglect their partner bc of their ex (and i could care less if she was polite or not you’re an ex for a reason know your place. women are not stupid) and then proceeded to think they can be forgiven but the moment the woman turns around and does the same she’s desperate or wants attention? i mean if jk can’t prioritize his wife over his ex (again that’s so fucked up like they’re both in the wrong here. he doesn’t even have feelings for his ex bc even if he did he would’ve already left that’s what a man in love would do no?) then yeah he is no „man“ he is a boy who finds it cool to have the attention of two women and bruh i would never let a man walk over me like that. i feel like yeah at some point he has „love“ (lmao) for her but only to get his way which is cliché for every man’s mistakes so i don’t trust him at all. he has a responsibility and so does his ex yes it’s mainly jk‘s fault bc he is the one who’s married but you can’t tell me that his ex is „polite“ and never once thought „yknow what why does he stay so late when he has a wife isn’t this disrespectful he’s married etc etc“ also please even if he told her lies we‘re talking about a woman here we‘re not that stupid to place two and two together.

for oc?

hmm i feel like she’s naive and not brave but i mean what can you expect from a person who gives their all and wants the outcome to be positive so bad by trying multiple times? been there done that. so i feel like she gets manipulated easily which means she is easy (sorry not sorry if jk came home to me and thought he could sleep next to me or with me after showing up late for the past two weeks girl i would’ve been at my moms house not coming back till him and his ex apologized to my face while my whole family would be in the room (would like to see the humiliation on both of their faces)) it’s like she’s too dependent on him. it’s also the little hints you gave us away with „i pretend that i don’t care about the public’s opinion but i do“ n what not so i feel like she was never truly happy or comfortable in their relationship to express her true feelings to her partner without fearing what they would say/do and that’s enough for me to know that he never truly made an effort it was always her. i also feel like age has nothing to do with their relationship i mean you can be very wise from a very young age doesn’t mean you have to be 30 for it because most of these grown ups like jk don’t even know what it takes to be a man he’s the childish one to be honest.

- sorry for writing so much!! 😔 loved the story and you can tell it makes us talk about the what „if‘s“ so thank you again for being so talented and sharing your story with us im exited for the future projects or updates! 💗💗💗

oc is def too dependent on jungkook !! we'll see more of that in future chapters!! she just always had people guiding her through her life n doesn't know how to do things alone n especially being alone, struggles a lot w that actually !!

#oc is me </3 #anywayy #thank u so much for this ask!!! #made my day actually <3 #don't apologise omg i love u so much for sending this in !!! 🫂 #i love reading ur thoughts n theories n it makes me v excited to share the next chapter !!! #thank u for taking ur time writing this 🫂 mwah mwahhh #darly asks #anon #fic: you're losing me

[melonpalooza]

Alright listen up you 🫵

This is now an appreciation ask for the Last Ronin Discord server because it is absolutely amazing and it has been bouncin’ around the think sludge.

When first reading tlrd, a concept that brings to life what a bunch of TMNT fans been wanting…a crossover and throws in a few hooks to keep you excitedly reading the chat fic.

Hook 1, the identity:

By setting up Ronin as mystery it hooks the reader to keep reading not so we find out the identity of the ronin because a lot people already know but for the other turtles to find out who this mysterious turtle is.

However once it’s revealed, (and it’s done absolutely excellently!) the reader is already staying for the shenanigans, the characters that feel written well enough that it feels like something the canon versions of those characters would do. (With exceptions where some bits feels like you put your own interests as well and those are also extremely enjoyable to read!)

The second hook, is one I didn’t suspect that I needed but wanted anyway. The other turtles finding out the biggest tragedy of Ronin’s life…his father, and why his brothers aren’t on the server.

The third hook is the new arrivals (fanfic crossovers and Mutant Mayhem Galore)!

At this point, we’ve seen the discord server through Ronin’s eyes but now we get to see through other newly arrivals eyes as well.

One more hook I thought about that might be one or might be not….the mystery behind the server as well.

We know Ronin’s Donnie made it.

But for what purpose? Was this a small beta and was going to create a bigger project with it? Or was a back up plan?

Did he know he was going to die and try to leave his brother something so he wouldn’t be lonely?

Is it ai? Is the server alive in the same way monster house is or is there something more?

Anyways so to go on a Rise Donnie-like tangent there. But I just wanted to say that I love the Last Ronin Discord Server series and it’s my favorite fanfics with how chaotic, intriguing and well written it is!

aah i'm getting pointed at!! alkjdasda

omg thank you so much??? the big text scared me for a bit but reading this made me so so so happy!!! you would not believe!!!! thank you thank you thank you!!! i love this i love this i love thisss!!!!

im the yellow blob you're the pink tiny blob (platonically ofc)

there's a lot of references to my other personal interests and i'm glad you enjoy reading them!! i restrained myself in making it all about my personal interests or else this fic is just gonna be 30 more chapters but me making reviews about video games and movies i've watched. things i almost wrote a chapter about:

tears of the kingdom

cocaine bear

RRR

Renfield (bc ben schwartz is in it and hearing rise!leo's voice shout "fuck you! fuck you! fuck all of you!" with his full chest was wild bc i was half paying attention to that scene and did a double take. also nicolas cage is dracula. asdljasd)

also i hinted on why the discord exists and why ronin's donnie made it in a previous collab ;0 i won't say which one bc that'd be too easy!!! let's just say...don has contingency plans. <: (a possible ((adjacent, not direct)) hint or two exists in the addendums as well)

#tlrda asks #but not really an ask just love #:) #:D #melon speaks

[vneuns]

college mike would totally learn how to play an instrument to impress a girl he sits next to in class when he seed that she’s into rock/metal

dude is soo not subtle about it either.

.｡.:*♡✧*。

“hey, saw you were listening to extreme the other day — didnt know you were chill like that.” he whispers over during the 10 minute break.

“stalkin’ me, wheeler?” you ask sarcastically, turning toward him. he’s shocked that you’re saying more than a couple words to him, but it blows over quickly as you continue, “i’m listening to pornograffitti on repeat these days. it’s so good.”

“that’s so sick.” he’s trying his best not to short circuit and stumble over his words, so he panics and pulls a steve harrington.

“i actually just learned how to play ‘More Than Words’ last weekend,” he says confidently, brushing his black mop back with a bony hand while leaning back in his chair so his thighs spread apart lightly.

“no freakin way?! you play?”

“oh, me? y-yeah.” mike’s broad shoulders square up slightly as he tells you about the stratocaster he got for Christmas a couple years back, hoping you don’t notice how he falters every time he looks down into your doe eyes.

“and it’s black. so metal.”

“totally.”

when you rant and rave over the guitar that’s well over your budget, you lean slightly closer, hands grasped together in excitement. he’s a fit, clean-cut guy with an affinity for black and he smells of aftershave, wood, and a hint of something clean like new bed sheets or freshly washed clothes.

<< new core memory saved >>

it’s easy, talking to him, exchanging jokes with him for the rest of the break, understandably quieting down once class resumes. you sneak glances from under your eyelashes, observing how tall and gangly he truly is. he’s got long, toned limbs that resemble tree trunks and, as far as you can tell, he’s totally oblivious to it. it’s for his own good. the way his knees brush against yours is dangerous, not to mention how he doesn’t break eye contact when he talks to you. you can only imagine what its like doing other domestic things with mike, like bowling or gardening or hiking or picnicking.

mike wheeler would be a complete menace to society if he knew how quick panties would drop for him. it’s like his body just screams at you, climb me like a fucking tree.

“what? did you say something?” he whispers as you avert your eyes to your notebook, scratching down something the professor said like you’ve been listening the entire time.

“huh? me? no.” shit, did you say something out loud?

he shrugs it off and the rest of class drags on. when you’re packing up to leave, you make light conversation about other kinds of music you both listen to.

“i dont know… i might have to start listening to whatever you play on that strato,” you tease. he’s quick to equivocate around the fact that he only knows one song, remembering how he only picked up the guitar a month ago, closer to when you two met at the beginning of the quarter.

BESTIE IM SCREAMING. LITERALLY KICKING MY FEET AND TWIRLING MY HAIR RN 🤭🤭 I loved this like a lot. like mike lying so he can talk to the pretty girl next to him is all i’ve ever needed in my fucking life.

#that was AMAZING. #i’m gonna reread it too #mike wheeler x reader #college!mike wheeler #college!mike wheeler x reader

[shineylopunny]

my struggle w/ my series so far

now dont get me wrong im very passionate abt this little passion project ive been brewing for abt two years now (or should i say like almost TEN bc ive been wanting to make a magical girl type project for a WHILE. i quite literally didnt get a concept down until recently) but oh my god. i never figured character designing would be this hard ESPECIALLY since ive mostly drawn magical girls for??? YEARS???

but yeah

heres the first draft i came up with two years ago

god help us

so ive recently redone her design to change a couple of things ive grown to be super unhappy with

this bitch. i call her amber. mainly cus she had orange hair. but NOW i dont like the orange hair so im changing it. to what? idk. anyways

ive been trying to design her for the past TWO YEARS. i figured that since shes the main character of the project shed be easy right? NOPE.

soooo i decided to mess with hair despite the orange hair being her signature look, but accoridng to the audience the orange hair was unpopular. i ran a poll to decide what hair she should have instead with these as the options

i came up with a bunch of different choices specifically with ranges of oranges and yellow to lime eyes, even a brown to shake it up. ultimately the brown hair with green dye won, which was surprising to me at least but it is cuter than the other colors tbh. the original one had brown eyes but i cooked a bit and gave her the yellow. suits her much better and leaves hints that shes like. not Just a human u kno?

some more rough drafts of her final design plus a color study. i intend on her being a nature fairy. flower powers. yeah yeah. her dress is a daffodil. soak in how cute that is. we love a nature related magical being with a flower themed fit. her little transparent sleeves representing leaves n shit. i rly like the disconnected look its cool but the commected look from the earlier draft is starting to speak to me now u kno? oh fuck its too late for that im doing the final draft

WHAAAAATTTT???

too late for that ig unless i do another one. early winx club pngs are pretty consistent like forgetting blooms gloves im her magic winx form and some of them wearing outfits that like. they just never wore in the show or had merch made of like the dolls. shhhhhhh.

but anyways. ive finally finished amber (hopefully) for rn and i can FINALLYYY move on to work on the other characters

like elora here. amber has a friend now!

#concept art #art #artist #character concept #concept design

[kyouka-supremacy]

what are your opinions on ch14? its one of my fav chapters tbqh so im curious to know why u didnt like it initially and what changed

Thank you for this question! Writing down your thoughts is always fun eheh. Predictable negativity on bsd storytelling and Higuchi characterization under the cut, so please don't read if that's something possible to ruin your mood!!

So here's the thing. We need a bit of context first. Okay, you might know I'm not a big fan of bsd's poor female characters writing in general. My first contact with chapter 14 was when I was watching the bsd anime for the first time. Higuchi is introduced as this woman who is very cool!!! She lured the main character into a trap, pulled out these massive riffles and started shooting everywhere. It was nice. Then, she's badly mistreated by Akutagawa, and it's gross; Higuchi's relationship with Akutagawa is so fucked up. And then the following episode 11 (that is the corresponding of chapter 14) is all about it, about Higuchi's fucked up relationship with Akutagawa, but like... Romanticizing it? Saying it's good for this woman to stay at her work place where she's made miserable on daily basis?

What's most distasteful isn't the beating up itself from Akutagawa, although that is sure to leave a very bitter taste (after all, as a shonen-ish series, violence is nothing out of the norm); what's highly disturbing is the clear unbalance of power between Higuchi and Akutagawa, or how Higuchi is constantly depicted as being obsessed with Akutagawa while Akutagawa is openly violent with her. And the way he reprimands her! And the way she's clearly distraught at his words- not to mention the countless times it's shown how emotionally hurt she was by him. This kind of stuff is depressing. Because like!! What if we didn't romanticize men hitting their female partners!!!!! The bar is *that* low!!!!!!

And Higuchi is portrayed as being obsessed with Akutagawa. She was willing to die trying to save him, even being aware she alone couldn't do anything to win over an enemy organization... Because apparently dying trying to save him would be better than living without him? Girl, you deserve so much better. The “it's not easy to leave the Port Mafia, but it's not impossible. I've thought about it many times. Yet I didn't, because... ” sentence is sorta implied to refer to the fact that she didn't leave the Port Mafia because she was in love with Akutagawa (Ryuunosuke), right? I interpreted it that way when I first watched the anime, and I still believe it's the phrase's main implication– also because the actual closing sentence “because it's my job” doesn't make any sense, as she's basically saying “I'm not leaving my job because it's my job”; it's evident there's a deeper meaning to it hinting to Higuchi having romantic feelings for Akutagawa (unless... the circular phrase is used to metaphorically express how she's hopelessly stuck in a toxic work environment, but I can hardly imagine the author going such lengths to express a concept they visibly have no interest in developing). Point is, the fact that she's basically saying she's willing to keep working for a job that makes her allegedly unhappy just because she loves a man is... Not great. Besides, Higuchi going “it's my job” at Akutagawa after he asked her sorry like???? Now, after ten months of being into bsd, I can find it vaguely cute, but you can bet the first time I watched it I was like. bestie, beloved, light of my life, your job can NOT be to endure abuse after abuse from your coworker. Get yourself a new job asap, and feel free to deck Akutagawa too while you're at it.

What's nasty about Akutagawa beating Higuchi again isn't the beating itself, as much as Higuchi being obsessed with Akutagawa despite of it, and their whole dynamic never being framed as negative. It would be one thing if the whole situation was framed as toxic but... It's very much not. It's not like the reader is lead to despise Akutagawa for what he does, it's just something that's there. The narrative doesn't look like it's going in a direction of Higuchi emancipating herself either, but rather learning to roll with the abuse thanks to fleeting rewards of acknowledgement which is, once again, gross. It's gross to display a model of woman who would stay in a work place that constantly mistreats and disrespects her because it's worth her abusive crush telling her “I'm sorry” once every blue moon. Hell yeah you are sorry Akutagawa! If Higuchi had chosen to cut off his life support right there I wouldn't find it hard not to consider it rightful and legit on her side. The way they handle Higuchi's character is gloriously catastrophic and there's maybe not a better example of how the author doesn't know how to write women, has literally no clue on... The fact that women are p e o p l e and any sane person would leave such a toxic environment at the first chance. But of course they would rather think any woman would stay stuck with a terrible job if it's for a handsome, brooding guy (bruh??? Bruh???????? Sorta crying right now sorry)

Then again, the issue isn't even the relationship being toxic itself– I mean, it sucks for Higuchi, but one can decide to portray a toxic relationship in fiction. The issue is that it's evidently not intended to be perceived as toxic. Nobody ever sides with Higuchi, or voices the fact that she's evidently being abused; Higuchi easily forgives Akutagawa when he apologizes (it doesn't even count as forgiving because she never was even angry or frustrated at him to begin with what the fuck). Akutagawa hitting Higuchi is even used as a gag and like. What the fuck. Who in the world could ever find it funny. What the fuck.

Tbh when I entered the fandom I was very surprised to find out the cycle of abuse was typically framed like this:

Mori → Dazai → Akutagawa → Kyouka

when after watching the anime I definitely had an idea more of the sorts of:

(Mori) → Dazai → Akutagawa → Higuchi

(Very side note but at this point Mori towards Dazai barely counts as abuse, like what did he even ever do to him? Emotional abuse barely stands too since Dazai is, on admission of Mori himself, extremely hard to manipulate)

I feel like Higuchi and Akutagawa's relationship mirrors a lot what used to be Akutagawa's relationship with Dazai when Dazai was still in the pm, especially in the way both Higuchi and Akutagawa are obsessed with their own senpai and gaining his approval. And honestly, just as I am a firm supporter of Akutagawa growing out of his infatuation for Dazai and never forgiving him for what he's done to him, I also believe Akutagawa doesn't deserve Higuchi's forgiveness and could rot in hell as much as I care (joking, but also, don't hurt Higuchi and then expect to have my sympathy).

Plus, THE WHOLE “this female leader becomes useless and powerless as soon as her talented partner is out of the game” the episode carries through like NNNNGGGHHH biting biting chewing wood then why did you even make her leader in the first place???? Like what's the point???????? The rethoric that women are literally useless without a man?????????? I get that this chapter came out around 2013 but like. C'mon. So did Kill la Kill and Psycho-Pass. C'mon. (Also the “we won't recognize the legitimacy of this woman's authority until she demonstrates she's willing to die / throws herself in a suicide mission” but that's a whole different category of “saving other people's lives gives me permission to keep living” “people can't live unless someone tells them ‘it's okay to go on’ ” bsd fucked up morals this post is already too long to get into)

But like (and here starts the nicer section): time has passed since I watched the episode and read the chapter. I reluctantly grew fonder of both Akutagawa and Higuchi. And despite the fact that everything I've said still stands... Akutagawa did say sorry. We never saw him interact with Higuchi after that, which leaves space to hope he's changed in the way he behaves with her (more likely author has realized how fucked up and nasty the whole thing was and opted to never show them interact again, but eh). And while Akutagawa saying sorry didn't effect me at all when I first watched it, because what he did to Higuchi is unforgivable (that much I still believe)... He still apologized. When I first watched the episode, I didn't care the slightest about Akutagawa– besides despising him for how he treated Higuchi, of course. But as the story unwraps itself, it's hard not to grow sympathetic of him, especially after learning about the Dark Era events / the Heartless Cur events / seeing him act in the Moby Dick fight arc too to an extent. I still firmly believe Higuchi shouldn't forgive him, and I don't either for what he's done to her, but as a reader I at least now have an explanation to why he acted that way towards her, and I can understand him. I can now catch more layers to him saying sorry, the effort it must have took him, the admission of having been wrong (which is a huge thing, like, what other character in this series has ever admitted of being wrong? So many characters believing they're infallible), the real intention of making amends and learn from his mistakes which is... Admittedly nice. I mean, character development is great. Everyone is weak for character development, and Akutagawa's is a huge one. What were before words I would have forcibly shoved back in his throat are now reluctantly heartwarming, because they show an Akutagawa who's willing to change and become a better person. But from Higuchi's point of view, that still doesn't change how much harm and suffering he caused her, you know? That doesn't change the fact Higuchi should never forgive him for what he's done to her, just like Akutagawa is entitled to never forgive Dazai for all the abuse he was perpetrator of. I just overall think one's redemption does require amends to be made, but can't demand forgiveness. Akutagawa's step of apologizing is important and necessary for him to make amends and start to become a better person; but that does not and never will entitle him to Higuchi's forgiveness. I now like that scene some more because it's a big first display of development for Akutagawa's character, and because despite the bad writing I could never dislike Higuchi; I like it because I like to imagine that being a moment of growth for both of them, if I make myself forcibly forget about their displeasing canon characterization. I like it because I now like both characters and, despite rationally thinking they're most likely better off separate ways, it still compells me to imagine them being happy and in good terms together. I like it because Higuchi in Harukawa's art style is so freaking pretty

Mandatory tl;dr: I don't like the chapter because it perpetuates and romanticizes the rethoric of women being destined to be made miserable by a man their whole lives with no chances of getting out, as well as displaying a huge systematic unbalance in Higuchi and Akutagawa's relationship with Higuchi being constantly made weaker and dependent; I like it more now because I got attached to Higuchi and Akutagawa, because it shows a growth of Akutagawa and because I wouldn't be able to hate Higuchi no matter what.

Dear Op‚ you said chapter 14 was one of your favorite chapters so you've probably thought about it longer and way more thoroughly than me‚ and it's possible that after reading this there wasn't a single thing you agreed with. And that's okay!! I hope reading this made you view the chapter from a new perspective even if you ultimately disagree with my takes.

#C'mon like. I love my girl Higuchi. But I love her because she's victim of such awful writing‚ I can't bring myself to hate her. #I love her because every day I wake up and actively tell myself– #“a man's awful writing of female characters won't ever be enough to make me hate a woman”. So like. Yeah #ichiyō higuchi #ryūnosuke akutagawa #bsd #bungou stray dogs #I remember me watching episode x with my friend and she commented “Higuchi? She's such a [sottona]” #which is to say bottom in a derisory‚ derogative way and I was like... Girl you need help ;;;; #Did we seriously become so desensibilized to abuse we can now see it as a joke of some kind? Find it funny? It's depressing. #Idk I guess their dynamics would have been bearable despite the unbalance of power if only they had the minimum decency of– #not having Akutagawa hit Higuchi but like... That's beyond any forgiveness for me sorry very much not sorry. #Seeing it happen repetedly was disgusting for me #There's even a big big factor of cultural context playing a role. #There *is* a long existing history of men abusing women who live with the illusion they could be loved back and it's... Yeah just. Lets not #bsd negativity #people asks me stuff #It's just. It really all goes back to the unbalance of power tbh. #Why is it always the cool brooding overpowered male character with the useless no skill whiner female partner. Just :/// #It's no wonder I like sskk so much seriously– because I know at any point they could beat each other's ass. #I just think equality is important in a relationship‚ any kind of relationship? #I've been writing this for three days btw I couldn't stop adding paragraphs 🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️ #I've talked with my landlord and now at 17:45 I'm FINALLY going to take my nap goodnight #bsd ch 14

[jovenshires]

Hey the new Ianthony edit? Made me emo as fuck it really had me in my feels very cool.

I didn't see it on the 'smosh' tag? Idk if that's intentional thought you should know if it's not <3 -dot hell anon

TYSM i had so much fun making that one so im glad <3333

ah yeah... that was intentional. old habits die hard i guess? this got a little away from me so i put my extremely long rant under the cut, but tlwr: i try not to tag a lot of shipping stuff as /smosh.

see, i'm not new to the smosh fandom, but i am relatively new to THIS version of the fandom. i came back a couple of months ago but my real heyday was in like. 2018-2020. and we had pretty set rules for how we went about things, and one of the BIG ones was to never put anything ship-related in the main tags (those tags being cast names and the main smosh tag itself).

this was for a couple different reasons; first of all, some of the actual smosh staff was on tumblr (the official smosh blog for one, and i think one of the cast used tumblr at the time?? not sure on that one though as i Cannot remember), and we didn't want them to have to view rpf of themselves in spaces just generally meant for posting about them/their company. like say courtney, for example, goes into the 'courtney miller' tag - there's a difference between seeing a post about her bit in the new tntl and a post about them. fucking ian nasty style. not that there's anything wrong with the latter, just that i am very conscientious about not showing the real person fiction to the real person(s) in question, as was a lot of the smosh fandom.

second of all, not every smosh fan is into rpf. our venn diagram is not a circle. there was a time when i was not a part of the venn diagram. it's why i try to tag every post with 'shipping' and/or 'rpf' when it even vaguely hints at the stuff, so that not everybody has to see it. this isn't exclusive to this topic - i would do that for anything divisive. so, yeah, casual smosh fans scrolling the main tag probably don't want to see my silly ship edits, and i get that!!

since i've returned we obviously have a much different fandom culture - the old smosh blog shut down years ago and i'm fairly certain none of the cast checks tumblr anymore (and if they do and they're reading this: i'd like to apologize and beg for them to block me for both of our sanities). i've also made a few exceptions to my own rule, such as with the incorrect tweets bc i think those can mostly be written off as jokes and the lil au edits though i regret that at times. (i've been considering un-tagging those for a while tbh.) i've also realized recently that the tag 'smosh fic' just gets sorted directly into the 'smosh' tag which is. a pain in the ass. that's not what i said tumblr and you know it. so some of my content has been filtered in there. but you'll notice with the lil clips and text posts i post and stuff i almost never tag it as 'smosh' because. i just don't need people to see it ya know. i've got my people here and that's enough for me <3

that is all to say by the way that the new fandom culture is not BAD. as we all know, i'm very pro-rpf, so seeing rpf out there is great (as long as you know it's not tinhatting etc etc). we also have a very diverse community now with a lot of interesting ships and great fics that i would never have found without casually scrolling through the smosh tag!! it's also easier nowadays to block tags than ever; casual fans can just block the 'shipping' tag and have (relatively) easy access to the smosh tag. so please all of you keep doing you - i'm not your mother and i don't expect you to listen to lil ole me where i live perched up on my soap box. BUT idk if i personally can get over my hang-ups about tags.

#ask #asks #anon #anonymous #discourse #i guess??? not really its just my rambling thoughts about an issue long since dead that No One else has thought about #dot hell anon #shipping

[starbage]

finished the beginner set of levels in the Strawberry Jam Collab, moving onto intermediate :-) here's some pics of my favorite maps from it (but not all of them; a lot were really cool). ive been jotting down short reviews of them as i go so i'll put those under a cut if you also like celeste and are curious. be warned im not very descriptive with these!!!

forest path - utilizes a very interesting take on the dreamblock mechanic (giving you a crystal to effectively dash through any wall once) which i really liked. a few of the rooms had a nice and fun fast-paced feel to them, which is what i play Celeste for. also the music is really good

azure caverns - simple. fun. it takes the thought process behind the gear blocks and changes it up a bit. overall easy, but the last room felt a bit more precise than everything else. not necessarily a bad thing though. music got a bit grating. colors were pretty and easy to see.

loopy lagoon - really unique aesthetic and mechanics. it just feels really good and lets you go fast. loved it.

seeing is believing - the concept is novel… i like that they added a version for single players. overall not much to say about it, its just kinda neat but not challenging or anything.

if my 'driveway' almost did you in… - interesting use of the falling/moving blocks. made me think a bit.

cassette cliffs - the music tempo changes were sort of annoying. concept was alright. art was pretty.

over the city - im not a huge fan of the extra jump mechanics so this one was just ok. got a bit frustrating at times. i dont feel like it overstayed its welcome though, it just isnt my type of level LOL

troposphere - i like the dream block jumping mechanic and this level had a lot of that so i liked it. very pretty. has nice music. i feel like the inclusion of feathers may have been a bit arbitary but it felt nice to play.

potential for anything - i knew this level was going to be a VVVVVV reference from the moment i saw it. It reimagines some of the rooms from the original game with celeste's added dash mechanic, which is super cool. I liked it a lot. wish the music was better. LOL.

midnight spire - this one was simple and not revolutionary but i liked it! mindless fun and pretty design.

paint - super pretty art and the mechanics were interesting but the art got in the way of visibility at times lol.

rose garden - this one was VERY delightful to play. the art is absolutely gorgeous. i thought the music was a bit too high-energy at first note, but then i realized it totally has the cadence of mario galaxy music, which i assume the main mechanic is trying to reference. it wasn't very hard, just plain fun.

treehive - sooo so silly and fun. i loved the bounciness of it. also the honey aesthetic was cute.

the squeeze - it was fine. i liked the little jingles that played each time you successfully 'squeezed' through a gap.

soap - i really like how this level looks. admittedly the mechanic had be stumped on the very first room because i didnt understand what was actually happening. once it clicked (aka, once i watched a video of someone else playing the first room) though, it became a very interesting dilemna. i was fighting my instincts to randomly dash basically the entire level. not my favorite custom mechanic but it was still neat. the heart room was also a challenge in itself instead of just being a big blank room with no danger so that was sorta cool.

switchtube vista - I REALLY LIKED THIS ONE!! the color palette was awesome, the music was awesome, and the gameplay was fast paced and somewhat precise but not in an obtuse or confusing way. The level makes it incredibly clear what you should be doing, you just have to be able to do it. i thought it was one of the easier levels so im not sure why its marked as being difficult but whatever…

a gift from the stars - this was another puzzle level. the mechanics of it sort of fucked with my brain, i won't lie. i looked up parts of solutions for hints at times… really cool though. i'll admit however that the visibility of the level kinda sucks. cool music too

strawberry orchard - music was silly but sort of distracting at times. i dont love the theo mechanics but i think they were used well here and did not overstay their welcome! overall fun

dropzle - ok admittedly the concept sort of bored me at first; i don't really play this game to be challenged by puzzles. As i played more though, i found myself being a bit more forgiving and really digging the idea more. The puzzles were hard, but not toooo hard. i loved the music, i think that contributed to my enjoyment of the level a lot. very calming.

coresaken city - didn't dislike this one as much as i thought it would (not a huge coreblock fan). i think it utilized the mechanics well without making itself too difficult which was nice for my weak hands.

blueberry bay - ohg my god the music was awesome. i loved the reusing of the lobby music. ok i'll admit i didnt love the puzzle portions of this but i know they had to be included somehow. such a beautiful testament to the overall level pack. im sure im gonna say this about very heartside though.

#celeste

[maschotch]

like and when people get mad at the valid criticisms of her. it's like, I'm sorry the character you created is not the one in the show?? she doesn't have enough/anything that makes her likable enough to outweigh the things in canon that make her unlikable! like no thanks!

"she's just the vessel for the writers shitty idea of what a strong woman looks like" soo true though. every attempt falls flat, or upholds stereotypes and her inability to look outside her own experiences

the fucksibdjdjfkdkg "my friends call me jj. you're not my friend you can call me jennifer"

its so fucking elementary afsgdghdjfh 9 year olds say worse to each other. it's not the slay moment everyone thinks it is

one instance in particular i can't stand is in s3ep14, they're at that carnival for rossi's case, and derek says "I can't believe people waste good money on these fixed games" and girlboss jj says "men" "its not people it's men" "only a man would waste $50 trying to win that $3 stuffed animal"

and just. parents. parents bring their kids to carnivals all the time. to have fun and win shitty prizes. oh but I forgot she wasn't a mom yet, so that wasn't her entire personality. I don't know. for me it just never hits as the girlboss moment every one thinks it is. but go off I guess afsghdhfkh

I've fallen out of it with cm a little lately, but unfortunately it will always have some hold on my soul lmao, and I got caught up in reading through your takes, and truly, this show fucking sucks, but analyzing it can be sO fun and you drop nothing but bangers. it reminded me in a way why I like this god awful show in the first place afgsgrhfjfjgshf

like if anyone gave me a single solid reason to like her character at all i might give her a chance. but i’ve been watching cm for a decade, and kept a finger on the pulse of the fandom for half that. so far ive heard absolutely no legitimate thing to like about her

even fanon jj falls flat for me? she’s so one dimensional and they never address any of her flaws. people either make her the target of emily’s infatuation (which is so fucked up on so many levels?? as if we need any more of the aggressive/obsessive lesbian stereotype) or they keep her as the mom of the group and leave it at that. absolutely NO nuance!! im convinced its bc they know we’re right… actually giving her a personality would mean acknowledging how insufferable she us

imo the best thing you can do with her character is actually talk about her internal conflicts. she’s got massive imposter syndrome and she takes it out on everyone!! thats interesting at least!! lets talk about that!! but nooo bc that would mean admitting everyones favorite blonde haired blue eyes beauty makes mistakes

god ur so right in that aaaaaall her girlboss moments are just so pathetic. i love to tear those moments to pieces because its just so fucking easy. clearly shitty attempts at the writers thinking theyre saying something clever or profound. it scares me how frequently the fandom falls for it. like. develop some critical thinking skills pls i am begging

im also well out of my cm phase, but its still so deeply engrained that even when i havent watched an ep in months, my opinions are as strong as ever especially since theyre always so correct. but yeah there’s something so special about cm? i think its all the half-suggested hints at something deeper that gives us a chance to try and build on it. but its also so casually entertaining that its also nice to just have on in the background. criminal minds is as good as you make it, ig

#akdhakdh i always sound like such a pompous asshole when talking ab criminal minds #i swear im not this confident irl #but… i mean what r u gonna do?? tell me im WRONG?? please #asks #cm crit #anti jj #imagine if we could all come together and give jj the character development she deserves by acknowledging her flaws and having her grow #instead of doing what she does: pretend she’s right all the time

[is-your-name-anronpa-cause-dang]

thoughts on kork (korekiyo)

he is one Complicated man.

I think, for starters, his design looks pretty cool. A little creepy but (mostly) something I’d want in my closet.

Secondly. His ultimate was something you’ve gotta be pretty smart to have (seeing it’s something that encompasses an entire open category), so props to him for the dedication. If I’m understanding correctly, he’s the best at understanding everything anthropology in general (?) so that’s gotta be a lot to keep track of at the same time. however I know fuck all about anthropology so I’m not at all qualified to talk about it.

Also I feel like he would really enjoy having a cup of tea with Celeste while infodumping about the structure and history of European castles but that one is just a gut feeling ;-;

Kiyo’s reason to murder felt very out of left field because up until that point it was his own character with the spontaneous murder of Angie and the far less spontaneous murder of tenko all being his doing and his planning, and never up until the end did we see the fact that the motive was his ghost sister? It felt a tad rushed to me. Or more like they actually had plans and the sister thing was planned out for him from the start but they had trouble adding it so they mostly decided to hide it till the end, aside from a reference or two that only makes sense after. Unless I missed something in his free time events that implies more lore about the sister?

First impression, he was creepy, and the game kind of writes him like that initially tbf, but I was originally watching on a play through, so it’s pretty easy to make my thoughts on him jaded both over someone else’s aloud thoughts and how the game first introduced him, but also when i played through it alone, i never really clicked with him which then never really made me want to do his Free Time Events either? So I may have missed out on a really well thought out character. Which, once again, means I do not know what his sister is like or if he hints at her past that one line in a past trial saying “wouldn’t you do anything for the one you love? I know I would”. (Im pretty sure that’s what it says anyway, I’m paraphrasing)

I think if I went into a new game specifically to try and see if I could make myself like kiyo I could probably become fond of him. but I don’t really want to, I’m pretty ok not loving the character or fully understanding him. He’s probably cool, kiyo just isn’t for me.

#I’ve probably either missed something critical about his character or I’ve over analysed him and I don’t know what #sorry about the wait it’s been a long week #and I’ve been listening to ‘Don’t try suicide’ by queen and ‘manic Monday’ by the bangles a few too many times in repeating succession #to be considered ok right now. submitting that as my late reason #danganronpa #danganronpa v3 #spoilers #ndrv3 #drv3 killing harmony #new danganronpa killing harmony #korekiyo shinguji #heavy spoilers

[prince-tulip]

Im so sorry for what I've done...im trying to be a better person, its just hard when all I want to do is fix everything ive ever broken. Trying to grow and understand these horrible illnesses, impairments or injuries, whatever life may throw at me. Its a journey im trying to bring to an end..i want a beautiful life..

The bitterness is something i still struggle with, maybe it plays into my life, more than i wanna admit, the guilt and shame i feel in those situations alone makes me want to die. The unrelenting feeling of emptiness topped with a conflicting sense of invalidation. God, it is so ugly to feel..disgusting completely. I am disgusted with myself. I have a need for filling roles for people that i feel obligated to fill, its about that shame. Its about not knowing how to let go what needs to be let go because you dont understand what letting go is. Its about not giving into nostalgia. Not seeking validation in something that can no longer give you that, not falling in to bad habits or abusing drugs, abusing alchohol, abusing, sex, porn, anger, depression, hate, impulsiveness, just things that hurt you..im trying to be clean..im trying to break free..theres a big picture im trying to paint, im focused on me and trying to just be good to others.

I can be alone, i can be who i need to be right now to find who i will be later. Im strong and steadfast. I love you, all of you, anyone who ever was there or will be. Past, present and future. Im coming to terms, one day.

The pain was real, its real. The realization of my wrongs are real, the achingly painful emptiness is real. I need to feel it and face it. Face the realization. The realization that i mirror othed people. That i don't give people boundaries or myself.

The realization of it all...how was i so detached, so careless...i can blame it on all i can but it doesn't mean i didn't do anything..doesn't take away from the false reality i was living in, that i didn't understand that it literally tore me apart, changed me to hurt loved ones, its as if i wanted to get to a point to where i was so crazy and so fucked up. Split personality, split reality, split fucking brain, filled with contradictions and fears, making any kind of decision is aweful, it makes me change as a person, like i will die or the worst possible event will happen, it is unrelenting. Theres so many ways that i didnt know how to function without living in destruction. Was it my bpd? Was it my autism? Was it my anxiety? Was it the cognitive distortion? Or was it whatever defense mechanisms i made up in my head?...why wasn't i a better person to people i truly love? Or am i just not a capable of living normally with normal relationships?

Im in deep pain and i can only try to be a better person from here..thats all i can do, there's not much time left. I could die tomorrow. Which i act scared in that regard but i also have always had a weird feeling of relief in the thought of dying instantly, anywhere or anyway, whatever time or place.

Selfish, i know. Its too easy right? If i always thought about how i deserve nothing but punishment then why would i wish to die? For that would just bring peace.

My brain almost undoubtedly would go "oh thank goodness now i don't have to make that phone call now" and laugh with a hint of irony. Nervous in way of course as well. For why shouldn't i be? For if there was a heaven or hell, I do not in the slightest know where i would go. Probably somewhere in between if i had to guess.

#self healing #living with bpd #bpd thoughts #cognitive distortions #autistic burnout #mental health #bi polar #literature #im so so so sorry #im fucking exhausted #insecurities

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Howdie!

So you know how SS stans glorify that scene where Sakura said that Sasuke screws her every once in a while?

Well it's all cap, especially since it's not canon 😲😲

Cuz when you think about it, it make no sense. Considering how Sasuke barely pays attention to her, even though she is his "wife" now (only by name I'm pretty sure), and considering how he's barely home, it just makes no sense that he'll go to sleep with her by his own will (I'm pretty sure another reason he doesn't come home is because this girl will guilt trip him into having smex, it just makes sense that she does that 🤷🏽‍♀️).

If he looks like he's about to just ball his eyes out just by being in the same home as her, what the crap makes them think that his mindset would change at any point of time? She disgusts him, for Pete's sake🤧🤧

You got our boy looking like he'd rather become a beggar and eat leftovers than being in the same room as her and eating her cooking.. I feel kinda bad for her tho 😲 but then again she's the one who wanted that soooooo.

He literally went out of his way to abandon her with a kid for a whole decade 💀💀. Oh but wait that's totally not a red flag 👍. Because LOGICALLY, OKAY??? IF YOUR HUSBAND LEAVES YOU FOR A DECADE, AND HAS NEVER KISSED YOU, LIKE EVER, AND LOOKS SO DEPRESSED BECAUSE OF YOUR PRESENCE, DOES NOT COME HOME OFTEN, AND HESITATES TO EXPLAIN TO PEOPLE AS TO WHY YOUR FEELINGS AND HIS ARE CONNECTED AND TURNS OUT IT'S BECAUSE OF THE CHILD AND YOUR EXPRESSION IS JUST PURE SADNESS BUT TRY TO HIDE IT BY STUPIDLY SMILING A BIT, MEANS THAT HE'S ALWAYS HAD EYES FOR YOU. HE'S ALWAYS LOOKED AT YOU. ALWAYS DREAMED OF HOLDING YOU IN HIS ARMS! THAT'S WHAT IT MEANS!

Generally, it's just nonsense that he'd sleep with her. Considering the way Salad was born, it is just way too sketchy for me to say that they ever slept together. It doesn't sit right with me. It's weird.

I expect we are thinking about the same scene jaja you mean one that happens during chunin arc right?

If that's the scene, i dont know how can SS glorify that scene since that puts in evidence, AGAIN, how awful as mother Sakura is. Because, besides their horrible and bad reading comprehension, in that scene Sarada was also present and Sakura said "Your father comes on a while, but you dont sense him since he comes at night and leaves early in the morning" then Sarada replies her mother was very easy on him and she makes an embarrased face. Of course SS and dudebros took this as a direct sex confession. The fact is that Sarada was complaining about Sasuke abssense in her life and in the exams, and Sakura to calm her a bit ,said this. Saying well...your father at least come to sleep. Its absurd, since he is on mission...So you will tell me he does from time to time the same ritual to ONLY GO TO SLEEP/ or fuck sakura? But he couldnt do this all the years he left them?

Now think a bit. Is it correct for a mother TO TALK ABOUT HER SEXUAL LIFE, or made any suggestion, TO HER DAUGHTER??? Dont fucking come at me about culture or whatever. This is not okay. This speaks, again, loudly of how bad as a mother Sakura is, not respecting her role, taking her child as "a friend" and sharing intimate content, that her 13 years old child MUST NOT LISTEN. And its not a question about being strong woman, or having a strong responsability or being submissive or a housewife. It is about basic things about the role as a mother you have now.

It s funny that during that arc Sasuke was immensely happy with Boruto, training him and smiling for the litle brat.

Anyway, I also think they never had sex. I cannot swear or say "Kishimoto INTENDED TO DO THIS" becuse im not in the mind of the man. But the narrative and plot of the gaiden is very very suspicious and set a lot of questions and some "hints" maybe? That Sarada wasnt born by the common methods lets say. Its curious, you got a story about CLONES, CHILDREN "MAKING", A LAB THAT "MAKES" CHILDREN, also those children HAVE SHARINGAN which only belongs to Uchihas, and the last uchiha which is Sasuke, OROCHIMARU INVOLVED, KARIN (BIGGEST SS ENEMY) STATED TILL THE LAST MOMENT AS SARADA BIOLOGICAL MOTHER, Naruto the only one TALKING ABOUT LOVE and giving the kid a pep talk that should have been given by Sakura(the mother in question) , A trope that purely belong to divorced-parents- and a big etc. Also considering Sasuke, if he has sex with Naruto ,that's talking too much and would be a hard work of patience. I dont know how SS envision Sasuke as this Christian horny Grey, like...where they took this from? xD Funny that SS thinks that because you had sex( if they ever had once) and have a kid , means immortal love. THey should go out of their bubble, and know the real world.

#sasunaru #antisakura #antiss #sns naruto