#rubys a manipulative bitch

[lildoodlenoodle]

Midwestern Gothic SPN: Waiting For Hosea

#aka #when your brother is in hell #you’re a demon blood addict #and your demonic gf wants #French fries #like Sam #get your shit together #honestly #rubys a manipulative bitch #but she’s got priorities #my art #spn #supernatural #dean winchester #sam winchester #Ruby #ruby the demon #samruby #boy king sam #boy king #demon blood junkie sam #midwestern gothic spn #midwest #gothic

[trialssam]

I love this recap from 3x09 showing Ruby's manipulation towards Sam, the way she lied to him about saving Dean from hell because she wanted him to trust her. And Sam doesn't have anything to lose trusting her, she showed up when he needed someone to take the reigns and to help him find a solution to this problem, even if finding the solution means not acting like himself anymore.

#and the timing was perfect #she really is the best of those sons of bitches #love my manipulative queen #ruby spn #sam winchester #spn

[dilftaroooo]

Being perverted strikes naturally within Gojo, so when the idea of being a step brother comes to mind during sex he can’t help but act upon the roleplay. You think he’s gross for it, but his questionable passion for it keeps you engaged (oddly enough).

☆word count: 6.3k+

★tags/tw(18+): dark content + stepc*st roleplay + foot f*tish + toe sucking (f!recieving) + dubcon (because reader is unsure at first) + reader is college-aged/gojo is 28 + squirting + age gap + vanilla sex + pubic hairs + scent kink + implied ass eating + hesitancy + reader is afab using she/her pronouns + mentioned latex kink + use of 'satoru-nii' + established relationship + gojo is a lil' mean + and sassy + lots of kissing + nipple play + creampie + getting caught having s*x + exploring kinks + praise kink + pet names + skull fucking + gag reflex + snot + we're talkin' 'big beefy whore with black compression shirt' gojo here + reader is a bit inexperienced + questions of certain kinks.

☆a/n: hey alexa, play 'poundtown by sexyy red' ayyye come suck a bitch's toooes. enjoy y'all, this shit nasty af.

You’re not a kink shamer.

You understand the sexual thrills of getting off to something that turns one on to the point of fulfilled ecstasy–weighted breaths and skin coated with a sheen of sweat from the unorthodox fantasies that provoke the human mind and manipulate the human body, keeping them bound to the shackles of pleasure as their perversion engulfs them whole. It feels beautiful–ethereal, dare you say, and you get that. Who wouldn’t want to feel blissfully satisfied just by mere thought alone? 

Now, exclusive of the deranged fetishes involving children, scat, or whatever fucked up shit out there that's befitting for a lowlife, you would say that you're a pretty open-minded individual. Always tolerating the naughty anecdotes told by your friends’ concerning their past hookups, distinctively remembering the giggles you all shared when reciting one of the stories from a particular friend that had them clad in a latex suit, lips decorated with ruby red, and three-inched heels coming into contact with the cheek of their previous partner as they squirmed in shameless arousal.

‘It was pathetic to see, but I’d be a liar if I said it didn’t get me going…’ And that mutuality between both parties is what makes it even more fun. They both get a kick out of something they enjoyed, so what’s to hate about it?

You’re not a kink shamer–not at all.

You and your boyfriend of a year and four months, Satoru Gojo, always carried the qualities of a couple depicted in unrealistic romance movies: the nuzzle of the nose that tickled your cheek before delving in for a peck, the surprise hugs he’d startle you with as you prepared an early morning breakfast, as well as the intertwined fingers while you both make your way to his favorite bakery (his kisses are even more sugared after scarfing down the kikufuku he’d order no more than a minute ago).

You always felt like the princess to his prince, stumbling over your gown to keep up with his hurried footsteps as you both venture through the gracious evergreen of a mythical forest. You have no time to remove the pastel violet and pink petals slotting themselves in your locks since your hand remains occupied with Satoru’s, moving exquisitely to the melodic song of the nightingales. It was a dream from a childhood storybook.

Moreover, what was revealed in public was, undoubtedly, the same in the comfort of your bedroom, living at your university’s on-campus apartment that you shared with two indifferent roommates. He would frequently stop by after work to spoil you with his affection. Always asking how your day was and whether or not you finished your assignments.

He was a tad bit older than you–twenty-eight and going, but you didn’t mind the age gap, it gives you all the more reason to tease him for his ‘old’ age, to which he responds with a pout and furrowed eyebrows, ‘Oh, how mean! Who would’ve ever thought that my darling angel could be such a devil…?!’ He’d say with faux anguish. He knows you’re only playing around–such the jokester.

Though, he couldn’t say the same for you in bed. Protected by the warmth of your sheets, you relished at how accustomed your body and soul were to his heartfelt transactions, vanilla-flavored sex, so sweet and tasteful on your tongue as he kissed you with want. Tongues twirling a sensual dance as your lips combine in rhythmic harmony. You also loved it when he coos in your ear, reminding you of how you’re so good to him before wrapping his lips around puffy areolas in a way that makes you writhe.

He’s so gentle with you. Handling a fine china cabinet with the utmost care, he makes sure he touches you in ways that wouldn’t break your fragile body. And when your nude skin presses against his as a result of his thrusts to your core, he reminds himself to get you moaning in his ear and get your hands gripping against the muscular curvature of his back.

It feels good. It always feels good. So, why does a part of you feel…bored?

The love is there, you won’t question that. When you come, you feel as though you’re one with the stars. And above all, he praises you. It’s nothing new, but in this context, you like to be his ‘pretty girl’ whenever the tip of his nose pushes against your wet clit. So, why do you feel like something is missing? You don’t know.

You haven’t been in many relationships. The last one you remember was in high school, dating a boy who only loved you out of teenage fever, and you shamefully admit that you reciprocated his confession. You were both young and unknowing of what the aspects of ‘love’ really meant. You never went past the boundary of hand-holding and cheek-kissing, so it remained stagnant until the moment you both broke up.

None of it was mutual, however. You can recall how distraught you were as you bawled in your mother’s arms, asking her what you did wrong while she soothed you with maternal pets to the crown of your head. That being said, it’s safe to say that you really don’t know what’s missing from you and your boyfriend’s intercourse–like, really.

But, thankfully, Satoru makes up for what you lack, telling you not to fret since he knows a lot and letting you know how much he’s been wanting to get to this point of intimacy with you–wanting to whisk his girlfriend away from the comfort zone that you’ve grown so attached to.

Satoru is without exception, enthusiastic to portray more during times of intercourse, yearning to teach you more than just the fluffy, domestic sex you both indulge in. It’s lovely and all, bleh bleh, whatever, Satoru gets it, but, man, what he wouldn’t do to see you on your knees, between his sinewy thighs parted for your form as he hovers above you, your head tilted upwards to take in his thick shaft through wet lips.

He’d make sure his red, throbbing tip hits the back of your throat so he can hear that sickening gag scurry out your mouth paired with the sloppy froth of your saliva slapping against his heavy balls with each quick thrust. He’d be too occupied to find the snot dribbling from your nose revolting because you’d be taking him in so deep.

That’s forever been his little fantasy–that amongst the vast amount of others. And to try each and every one of them with you would be a delight.

After you confessed to Satoru, you couldn’t help but notice how peculiar his ministrations started to get. It was gradual–starting with spanks on your ass to eating said ass. You’ll even bring up the time he used your feet to get off. It caught you off guard, you’d admit.

That day he had you pliable–on your knees with the left apple of your cheek flushed in the pillow beneath you and arms resting idly on your sides as you allowed your enthralled boyfriend to take the lead.

You assumed he was just gonna spit on your already-soaked pussy before massaging your puffy clit in the teasing, clockwise motions he likes to test you with, cock oozing with leakage before languidly gliding upwards to push in-between your cunt lips, but what you didn’t assume he’d do was trace his slimy precum against the soft skin of your toes to then rub his tip across your soles.

You tried to retract your feet away from him (toes wiggling in the process which had them accidentally graze across his balls. You could’ve sworn you heard him hiss) and protest his weird behavior but Satoru was already three steps ahead, firmly gripping both feet and nearly squishing them together if it wasn’t for the thick base of his cock preventing them from touching.

Each thrust he made ached with raw fervor and fuck him from being incapable of suppressing his passion because he couldn’t help but look down and see your cute pussy pucker and asshole twitch. What a sight for sore, cerulean eyes. Just as sore as your ass after he slapped it with an ever-so-firm hand, silently thanking his calluses for the rough impact.

He found it adorable how your shimmering entrance craved for insertion, winking rhythmically at him as though it’s saying, ‘Please fill me up, ‘toru! ‘M so lonely without you…’ (he chuckles to himself at the personification when done in a high-pitched tone).

But your pussy always gets his attention. You have another hole too, ya’ know–one that sits right above it, unused and virginal. Just imagine his excitement as he leans forward, cock still buried at the innermost part of your feet, to take a closer look. He’d smile at your coyness when you felt his hot breath blow on your skin, unsure of his next move.

In this new position, he can trace the faint smell of sweat emerging from you, and God, does that turn him on. More than it already does. So of course he had to steal a taste, trailing a fat strip of saliva against the rim, you squeal at the warm and wet feel of his tongue touching a place it had never been before,

“S-Satoru…what the fuck!” You jolted before moving from your position, migrating to any spot as long as it's far from your lover. You’ll never forget the sleazy look on Satoru’s face as both corners of his rosy lips tilt upwards for a cocky grin–yuck.

It grossed you the fuck out.

Not in a way that antagonizes your boyfriend, you love him too dearly to feel as such, but in a way that questions his morals. Why on earth would someone like Satoru want to be minimized to using the bottom of your soles for pleasure or savor the briny taste of sweat that builds up around the tight ring of your ass? I-I mean, you excrete from there, for God’s sake! That’s gross, especially in a place where the sun doesn’t shine.

You understand that he likes doing it, but why? How could something so perverse and dirty get him hard so quickly? Where’s his shame? His humiliation? His guilt? Were they not present whenever he sneaks a lick at your toes?

Perhaps you are trying to understand–who wouldn’t want to indulge in their lover’s feet, to caress the tough surface of their heels, and lead up their toes, to draw soft lines against them with plush lips as their medium before dipping them inside the wet cavern of their mouth and sucking the small digits before swirling their tongue and–ugh!–no! No, no, no, that’s sick! How can one do such a thing with ease? You can’t possibly imagine that.

But you’re not a kink shamer…right?

Your question remains unanswered, though, as you’re interrupted by Satoru’s moistened kisses trailing down the curve of your neck. You must’ve been in your daze for quite some time considering that the camisole top and loose shorts you lounge in took their positions on your bedroom floor. 

“Come back to me, baby.” You hear your boyfriend murmur and you deliberately oblige by running your digits through the white sea of his mane, wild and free as your fingers feather against his roots. He hums with love before leaving a kiss that's sloppier than the previous one. It starts with your usual routine, with soft and tenderhearted sex.

He pecks at your clavicle and you whimper in return as silvery lashes tickle the most sensitive areas of your skin. The passionate atmosphere continues to flow within the four walls of your room–containing your moans and your kisses and your touches, reverberating them in your heated figures while filling you both with distinct pleasure. It was good so far.

“Have any ideas in mind for tonight, sweetheart?” His voice is muffled as he joyfully sucks at the skin between the valley of your breasts, teeth clasping over the hot flesh to induce a mark darker than what your skin tone provides. You hold onto the fabric of his black shirt, soundlessly wondering why he is still garbed in unbreathable polyester while you remain bare save from your panties.

Lolling your head to the side in thought, you dwell on his question. Should you have something in mind? This isn’t the same as getting asked where to eat for dinner, per se. And owning to your inexperience with sex and fetishes, you’re incapable of bringing anything to the table in this sense.

You open your jaw, mouth filled with saliva due to the raunchy actions performed by your boyfriend onto your supple body, ready to speak your retort as you lick your chapped lips in preparation, but, Satoru knows you better than you know yourself.

“Yeah, I know you don’t,” It’s like he was born to study you. Your eyes travel to his person again, orbs resting upon Satoru’s scalp as you wait for him to finish. “Nothing in that gorgeous head of yours. It’s okay, though. I don’t blame you. I know an amateur like you wouldn’t have anything planned.” 

As might be expected, your brow raises at his comments slightly glazed with a patronizing drip, it’s gotten your attention, all right, as you turn your head to glare down at him. He’s sucking on your nipples this time and you forge a jerk but don’t falter, perked up by this newfound attitude from your loving partner.

“Oh?” You start and it carries the same uppity weight as his tone. “And I suppose you have it all figured out?”

He nods right after gazing up at you with arctic globes saturated with a heavy rush of sincerity and you can already feel the dreamy sigh materializing in your throat but never emerging. Satoru immediately sniffed out the indignance behind your words like a trained bloodhound. He rises from his spot upon your heaving chest to travel his way to the swoll of your chin, apologizing with a quaint kiss. 

“I do,” His smile is affectionate. “You know I always do, sunshine.” You gasp once something hard nudges against your squishy thighs before poking the outermost part of your panties.

“-Always think of something for that little cunt.” It isn’t long before it's cast to the side for clear access to your glimmering slit, doused in slick because your boyfriend had a remarkable way of handling you. He didn’t miss the embarrassed mewl of his name when he used filthy words.

He also didn’t miss the pull of air you took in as his thick finger swept up your bodily remnants, coating the fingertips of his middle and ring finger. You voluntarily buck your feeble hips in desire for him to push through your entrance but you know he wasn’t going to give it to you that easily. “You know, it gets me going when we do stuff like this when others aren’t around–when we do something so forbidden.” 

What–?

“Forbidden…?” Each syllable muddles your tongue as you ponder on its meaning: something that typically isn’t allowed or accepted–you’re not unaware, it’s a simple word, but is that the word he meant to say? “Why would it be forbidden? You’re my boyfriend, are you not?” Unless there’s something you’re unknowing of.

Perhaps he has a wife that he kept hidden in the shadows of his past. What if one wife turned into several wives? Maybe he’s a bloodthirsty murderer, ready to indulge in his next killing after getting you to trust his charming blue eyes and pink-liped smile. You don’t exactly know what the forbidden aspect of it all that he’s keeping from telling you-

You hear him ‘tsk’ and you assume it was meant to be taken seriously but it seems covered in mockery.

“Hah, Boyfriend? Have you no shame?” And he chuckles deep and grimy. “Don’t act like don’t know, dear.” You honestly don’t. “What would our parents think if they saw you, my sweet, little sister, grinding her greedy pussy against her older brother’s fingers?”

Oh.

Oh God.

Gritting your teeth for an evident cringe, you hurriedly toss your head to the side to break eye contact (how did he even manage to hold it for that long despite what he just said?!). There’s no way he’s doing this. Out of all kinks…

“For the love- Satoru. Stop, that’s fucking-” A sharp whine halts your sentence, stressed to the point of exaggeration. You don’t bother looking back up at him, already imagining his brows creasing with complaint at your disgusted remark.

“Ehh, what happened to ‘Satoru-nii’?” You almost would’ve forgotten the fingers sketching light circles on your sensitive button, going in for a pinch before tapping it aimlessly due to its slippery surface.

You clench your thighs together but Satoru’s heaping form prevents you from doing so. He’s a big mass of muscle reminiscent of a bull–broad shoulders along with thickened veins peeking through tough skin in the forms of streams, carrying the pulsing blood flow of adrenaline and transporting through each significant section of the body to energize his raging carnality.

“Are my fingers dwindling your vocabulary already? I just started using this pussy, sugar plum.”

A part of you wanted to believe he was joking–trolling like he usually does on literally every occasion. He knows how acquiescent you were in situations like these. So easily obedient to follow his golden rule when clinging to his hip, taking full advantage of your attributes to get you to do the perverted shit that spoiled his brain to corruption.

Of course, there’d be times when you’d retaliate, shouting out a brief ‘no’ before leaving the conversation unfinished, but it’s okay because he can butter you up to your good side. Use his words and his hands to do the convincing. Satoru has attributes of his own too.

But gazing into his eyes and seeing how aquatic blue dissolves into crimson red, only driven by lust, tells you he’s serious.

You look off to the side once more because staring at your nightstand is more soothing than staring at your deviant boyfriend. Out of all kinks, why this one?

“I don’t,” You close your eyes in an attempt to rid yourself free from his piercing glare. “I have no clue what you’re talking about.” You weren’t about to do this. You weren’t about to play into his wicked fantasies of being a relative of any sort. That doesn’t sound appealing at all.

“Don’t be like that, babe.” He mutters softly as if other people were in the room, prying with open ears to catch whatever dialogue is being transmitted between the two of you. A fingertip taunts at your sloppy entrance, just barely shoving past its tight grip. Sexual anticipation surged through your core at his ministration (his giggles at your hopelessness didn’t help you any). “You won’t know unless you try. Come on, do it for me?”

He’s too cute to refuse when your peripherals pick up his bottom lip raising upwards for a pout and feather-like lashes fluttering over glossy, blue orbs. Practically, begging you to follow through with this look alone–if only he wasn’t so handsome and used his charm against you in every way possible. God damn it-

“You’re sick, you know that?”

“Then you’re my antidote.”

You exhale in defeat since you unfortunately realize there’s no way out of this. Satoru’s too adamant to get you to play along with him, it’s insane. Turning your head to fully face him, which feels like the one-millionth time you’ve done so, you look him in the eye before aiming at the button of his nose, upturned and perky. Mentally getting ready to produce the God-forsaken words you are about to utter.

“We shouldn’t be doing this,” You start and the way Satoru’s face lights up like a kid on Christmas irks you. 

You still feel mortification swirl in your skull like second nature. Your cheeks feel hot and it hurts–were you really about to do this?

Satoru was still teasing you to no end. Teasing that doubtlessly wet pussy with expertise. He was killing you by not giving you what you craved, only remaining on the surface as he waited for your verdict. Just one more push, one more shove and you’ll get there.

“And why is that?” He inquires.

Your bottom lip quivers with hesitation before an erotic groan escapes you. He’s so close to putting them inside. “Because you’re-” You pause to wait for a sliver of courage to finish your sentence. You’re not sure if you can-

“...I’m?” He continues.

You both catch on to the shaky breaths you’re letting out, two separate bodies feeling two separate emotions, one agitated and the other electrified.

“You’re my,” You tense but Satoru loosens. “-my b-brother.” He’s the Cheshire cat as of now. You wail once two fingers invade your thirsty hole, entering with a mushy squelch.

“And what is it that we’re doing, huh? What is it that we’re doing that would be so revolting to the public eye, hm? Tell me.” Can he stop pushing you already, for crying out loud?

“You fingering my, my,”

“You got it, keep going.”

“...fingering my p-pussy.”

Satoru cherishes your hesitance and rewards you, his obedient puppy. 

Digits curl upwards in search of that sensitive g-spot resting amongst your gushy insides. If applied enough pleasure, he’d be able to see how your back arches off your cotton sheets. Your mouth opens for a silent scream as the force of his fingers supports the buildup of liquid passion, pounding the area in addition to his palm rubbing your stiff clit the deeper he goes.

“There you go, my sweet girl, my gorgeous, little sister.” He fingers you harder and sucks at your erect nipples–when did they get so hard? As a matter of fact, when did your body feel so hot and needy? As though you’re deprived of something. 

Your boyfriend sucks at your tit before biting the small nub, grazing his teeth along sensitive skin for a chomp, causing your hands to fly to his head and grip the fur of his undercut, all while wincing in pain. He retracts his head with your nipple still in his mouth, giving it a stern tug like an elastic rubber band. You would have cursed him out if it wasn’t for the fingers still beating at your nether regions.

“Ah, S-Satoru!” He bites harder and you remember his request from earlier. “Satoru-nii.”

As if you hear a winner's buzzer, he hums in approval and releases before gorging his lips around the other one, gently guzzling it this time, skillfully whirling his wet appendage around the nub in combination with hungry sucks. He unloosens with an obnoxious, wet pop!

“M’so glad your mom married my dad. If it wasn’t for that, I wouldn’t be able to take care of my little sister’s pussy like how I’m doing now. Wouldn’t that be so sad?!” He inquires gleefully. “I’d be so miserable–jerking myself off to meaningless porn when I could be stuffing my big dick deep inside your aching cunt. Hearing you moan out how much you love your older brother for making you squirt your sticky juices all over me. You even got your hairs trimmed in the way you know I love.”

The sound of fabric grinding against fabric fills your ears as he maneuvers his head to reach down to your pelvis, stuffing his nose on top of the shortened pubes, his mouth hangs dangerously over your clitoris.

He takes in a deep breath like he’s smelling the fresh air of healthy trees and freshly cut grass, basking in your heady scent while feeling his cock go rigid in the plush of your mattress. 

Too aroused to feel embarrassed, you buck your hips so you can finally get his mouth on your itching button and he finally compels, switching between sucking in your clitoral hood and tonguing your labia. Satoru moves his fingers faster in hopes of provoking your climax. He knows your proximity by noting the way your thighs tremble and toes spread across your sheets.

You finally get to the stage you’ve been craving since the beginning of this session. Releasing your fluids onto your awaiting boyfriend, the grip at the nape of his neck more powerful than before, you squeal a brief ‘Satoru-nii!’ as he proceeds to lap at your overstimulated pussy. He’s now sparkling with your juices. Satoru sits up on his knees after wrapping his buff arm around the width of your shoulders to hoist you up and get you closer to his thighs, your figure remains seated as you process what he wants you to do–he wants you to suck him off.

So you lean your sweat-stained face over his clothed member and unwrap it like a Christmas present you’d save for last because it's so big. His cock springs up rudely and smacks at his now naked abdomen (when did he take off his shirt?) with a loud clap. His abs are so detailed and his pecks puff out in pride while he looks down on you, like his little servant.

He controls the length of his cock with a stern hand and traces ivory white lipstick over the plump of your mouth, a hazy web of precum connecting to your upper lip.

“Wrap those beautiful lips over my cock, darling angel. You know it makes me happy to see you stuffed full with my dick, no matter the hole.” He cheeses when he hears a quick scoff come out of you.

You listen anyhow, swallowing the tip of your big brother’s rod, hallowing your cheeks like a skeleton to circling your tongue around its rosy circumference. You feel your remaining cum dribble onto your bed when you hear him make a guttural moan from above. Clenching his ass cheeks as fingers place themselves on top of your head like an armrest, laying idly as of now.

“Oh shit, baby, yeah, just like that. Keep sucking me off juuust like that.” He bucks his hips impatiently once you decide to devour him up to the mid-base, continuing the actions of sucking in your cheeks to tighten around his cock. “Fuck!” He mewls before chuckling humorlessly.

He stares down and you look up. Your eyelids roll back til they’re just below your brow ridge to catch sight of azure undertones. You were just about to wonder why he was tittering until pressure made its way to both sides of your head. When his pearly white smirk twinkled under dim lighting, that's when you knew-

“Hmphh,” The noise was pitiful when subdued by the heavy weight of Satoru’s cock.

“Hold still, pretty girl.” He coos before pushing his hips back and applying the same manner to your head as he controlled you effortlessly and then thrusting forward and forcing your head to do the same. His balls slap on impact with your chin when he buries himself deep into the hot cavern of your throat, you have your nostrils planted on the silvery wisps of his pubes, reeking of potent masculinity. He leaves you in that position, powerless as he ignores the smacks to his meaty thighs.

“Hold it,” He warns. His voice is pitched below the Earth’s surface. “Gotta teach you how to please big bro properly.” You fight hard as his tip keeps irritating the thing that hangs at the back of your throat, trying to oppose your body from naturally activating your gag reflex but it ends up being fruitless. Your throat convulses as it bulges with his cock print and you cough out an ugly sound. Your vision blurs once you feel your eyes start to water up. You want him to move back already!

“Good.” It’s like he heard your thoughts because he finally retracts from his perfect spot lodged in your gullet. His swollen tip tickles the surface of your lips as you gasp several breaths of air. Just what was he thinking? You could’ve puked!

“What the hell was- mmph!” Halted by another intrusion of his cock burying itself in the pits of your throat, you muffle out a sound of surprise. You couldn’t believe it.

Satoru starts, “Less talking from you, sunshine. I wanna hear you slobber on my dick. Think you can do that for me?” He quickens up the pace of his thrust, going at the speed of someone walking. You gag disgustingly at each thrust and you can feel snot starting to leisurely slip from your nose (just what he wanted to see).

“That’s a messy girl, my messy sister. Got you, hah, so worked up you even got snot dripping from your nose and your spit running down my balls. Oh, you don’t know how much I longed for this.” He resumes his praises and tips back his head for a howl, feeling himself approaching his end as he hears you glurg, glurg, glurg on his veiny member.

“Oh shit, shiiit…!” Suddenly, you’re abruptly pushed off of him, freeing your esophagus from the restraint. Your back lands on the bed with a thud, your landing protected by your doughy comforter. Satoru stands motionless as he recovers from edging himself to oblivion. Biting his lip, his cock twitches up and down before it gradually remains unmoving.

You don’t even remember it happening, but you’re already restricted underneath Satoru’s panting body, thighs folded backward for a mating press, squeezing your squishy tits together, and feet perched on top of his shoulders. He takes his infamous spot between your legs, his overworked hands, decorated in calluses and scars, cuff around the underside of your knees.

He gifts you a heated kiss on your lips. “‘Toru-nii-” You say while struggling to keep up with his tongue. He breaks away from you and the string of saliva snaps into two.

“I hear you, baby, want me inside you already, I know, hear you loud ‘n’ clear.” His tip finds your entrance and it's sopping wet tenfold. He’s never seen you so needy in his life. He pushes in slowly and smoothly. Relishing your moans as he delves within you inch by inch, his thick cock stretching you out deliciously. You squirm in lascivious desire each time he enters you.

“I know, sugar, I know…” He soothes you upon hearing your sobs go up an octave. His head rests at the empty spot next to your neck and his hair tickles the crevice. “Almost there.”

As soon as he sinks deep in your warm cunt, he pecks your cheek with a softness that resembles duck feathers in a pillow before plummeting into you. A pornographic squelch resounds through your room.

“Hnn, T-Toru-nii is, so deep, ah, in my pussy!” You yelp. He’s so glad you’re still following his gross footsteps. So dazed by his cock hitting every ridge nestled within you.

“Yes, that’s right, little sis. And you’re gonna be a good girl and take it for me, right?”

You give a nod, “Yes, I will. I always will. Just f-for you.”

“Mmm, that’s right. That’s what I like to hear.” 

He inclines his torso backward, finding his attention on the feet placed at each side of his shoulders, more specifically, the one to his left as he grabs your ankle with ease, stroking the bone and putting your pedicured toe between wanting lips, your french tips hitting the roof of his mouth while lapping at your salty skin.

His pelvis hammers into you at a steady rate in combination with the gushes emerging from both sexes, it's so damn loud, you’re quite sure your Resident Assistant will come banging at your door frantically, telling you to lower it down because of the noise complaints that lead to your room.

You giggle, not just at the thought but at how much it tickles to feel Satoru’s tongue swirl around each toe.

“Satoru, that tickles.” You quip and the aforementioned man stares at you with knowing lids, purposely tasting your soles which have you trying to take your foot away, but the position you’re in makes it impossible.  

You feel as though hours go by as your older brother pushes on with fucking you silly and having a makeout session with your foot. His v-line collides with your poor pussy on every steady beat and you can’t help but let your earlier accusations fall from your mind like slippery soap.

The revulsion, the distaste, the discomfort–all of which were confined in a silk-woven case, trapped and compacted hitherto its evolution of approval. Although tentativeness plagues its cycle, the result remains beauteous as a cherry red butterfly protrudes through the rotten surface of the cocoon. The successful escapee finally swarms the sky with a setting sun.

It feels good. You feel good. Your pussy feels good as your step brother pounds it with intent–with purpose. You wiggle like a fearful worm ready to be eaten once the need to release creeps up slowly.

“My little sister always manages to feel so good. This pussy is just gripping me so fucking tightly and-” He stops abruptly and so do your moans as you hear your front door creak open.

The sound of jiggling keys and the chaotic trembling of plastic bags alert both your ears as you hear the door slam shut accompanied by a relieved sigh. You glance at the digital clock on your nightstand–‘10:35 PM’. One of your roommates is back from work. Coming home to rest easy from their enervating shift, she wants nothing more than to take a scalding hot shower, laze in her bed, and listen to nothing but silence as she drifts off to sleep.

But before those temptations come into play, she first wants to check up on you to see if you’re still in your room. Walking up sluggishly to your door, she raises a hand to prepare a few knocks while you and Satoru both stare wide-eyed at the shadow that occupies the crevice beneath your bedroom door–still like Michelangelo's statues.

“Hey, (Name), you in there?” The pause is long as you look up to Satoru and see his gaping mouth transform into a smirk before turning your attention to the door.

“Uh, yeah, I’m here. What’s up?” You ask, slightly hoping that your answer will satisfy her queries on your safety before retreating to her room.

“After work, I took a quick trip to the store for some wings and frozen pizza if you’d like some. Even got honey-barbeque-” You smile at her gentle antics. She remembered your favorite flavor.

“Oh, thanks, I really appreciate th-oh!” You’re stopped once Satoru resumes pounding your sloppy pussy. You cover your mouth in an attempt to conceal your yap but a strong hand grabs both wrists to cuff them above your head.

“Keep talkin', sis. Can’t leave mom pondering, now can we?” He whispered with precaution. That devious little-

“H-Hey? Are you okay?” The squishy slaps of both Satoru’s precum and your wet fluids compose a cacophonic symphony. Shit, if he keeps going, you’ll- 

“Yeah, m-mhm. I-I’m, fuuuck, fine.” Satoru grins maniacally above you his hot breath pasts your cheek and into your ear. The tip of his cock abuses your cervix as he compacts you tightly under giant muscle, arms littered with bulging purple and blue veins as he keeps you steady. His pubes tickle your clit whenever his hips kissed yours. Both breaths were getting heavy.

“Are you sure, you sound…sick.” Her words were laced with worry as she stood there, unmoving. “Do you need for me to come in?”

Satoru finds her naivety hilarious but decides it's time to break the barrier. He does so by raising his hips to an exaggerated extent before hammering back into you, the sound much louder than before as clapping fills the atmosphere. He guarantees your roommate will pick it up. Which she does.

“Wait, are you-” She gasps when she hears your sobbing moans echo in her ears. “Oh my God.” You’re too fucked stupid to give a reply when she blurts out an embarrassed ‘sorry!’ before taking hurried footsteps away from your door.

“Guess we scared her off, huh?” Knowing damn well he was the one who only made the effort to let your roommate know you were being pounded to oblivion. “Think she’s gonna tell everyone about this? Tell everyone how her son and daughter ruin the family name because we were caught fucking each other in your room?” He’s quick to pick up in your roleplay.

“Hnngh, I don’t know, ‘Toru.”

“I’m quite sure she will. What do you say, sweet girl, how about we both give a real reason to soil the family name and let me come in this pussy?” His thrusts start to stutter with each filthy word–cream drips from your cunt and down to the tight rim of your ass. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as you groan quietly.

“Answer me now, sweetheart, or Satoru-nii is gonna-”

“Yes, Satoru, fuck. Please come inside me, please, ‘don’t care about anyone in this family but you! Come inside me, Satoru-nii!”

With that being said, he fulfills your wish by giving you one, big thrust and stilling his cock deep in his little sister’s pussy to pump his hot seed in increments. Whimpering loudly as he does so. His face contorts in the cutest grimace that you wish you could smooch. You heavily breathe in unison until he pulls out of you (fingering his remaining cum back into your fluttering hole).

He kisses your cheek, then your forehead, and lastly your lips before saying, “You did so well for me.”

And it’s after this session that have you thinking–‘perhaps you do get it’.

#gojo satoru x reader #satoru x reader #gojo smut #gojo x reader #satoru smut #gojou satoru x reader #gojo satoru smut #satoru gojo x reader #gojo x you #satoru x you #jujutsu kaisen #gojo satoru #jjk smut #jjk x reader #tw:stepcest #tw:foot/fetish #tw:dubcon

[themattress]

“Remember, kids, if you’ve got a racist grandparent who espouses negative views toward an entire group of people, then you’d better listen to them because they’re right! Some entire groups of people are just collectively evil and can never be trusted!” - Ruby Gillman, Teenage Kraken

If there’s no discourse about this now, then I suspect there will be soon once more people see or hear about this movie because good lord. For those who don’t get it, the context is that in the film the main character Ruby discovers that she’s actually kraken royalty and this of course creates generational angst between her and her mother and grandmother because everything’s gotta have generational angst in it these days. She is told by her grandmother that mermaids, the long-time enemies of the krakens, are all evil and untrustworthy sirens who manipulate people and seek domination over humans. Ruby also befriends a mermaid named Chelsea, who specifically calls attention to this feud between the two species and specifically says that she wants to put a stop to it with Ruby’s help. And so Ruby naturally says “screw your bigotry, Grandma; I’m standing by my friend even if she’s a mermaid”.

......Which leads to the inevitable third act “reveal” that Chelsea was actually manipulating Ruby the whole time in order to acquire a source of power, doesn’t actually desire peace between the species, and just wants to assert domination over humans as is her kind’s wont. 

Look, if the bullshit about krakens and mermaids was not present in the movie, then despite what a hackneyed obvious “twist villain” scenario this is I still would have accepted it because it would just be an isolated incident between two individuals. Without the species feud, you could just freely respect Ruby for having such an open heart and positive nature, and freely hate Chelsea for remorselessly taking advantage of that for her own self-serving agenda.

But because this occurs against this specific backdrop, the movie is flat-out saying that racism is justified and that the teen protagonist should’ve listened to her racist grandmother! All mermaids ARE evil, untrustworthy sirens who manipulate people and seek domination over humans, and Ruby was a total dumbass to dare to believe otherwise about Chelsea!

Imagine if in The Little Mermaid, Ariel is exposed as a mermaid, Prince Eric immediately reacts with disgust before he and his followers harpoon her to death before cooking and eating her bottom half. Guess King Triton was right, all humans are heartless barbarians!  

Or imagine if in Luca, the townspeople accept all of the sea monsters at the end, only for the sea monsters to murder them all in their sleep and lay waste to the town. Guess all those fearful superstitions about sea monsters were accurate and should have been listened to!

Or imagine if in Zootopia....oh heck, do I even need to give this example?

If you think I’m overreacting here, then just swap everything said about mermaids in the movie and replace “mermaid” with “Jew”. Chelsea’s Jewish now. Ruby has the audacity to believe that her Jewish friend isn’t some heinous caricature made of her people, only to learn that actually that caricature is spot-on, so from now on she will never trust a Jew again and will accept her position defending humanity against the evil Jews. Sounds fucking horrible when I put it that way, doesn’t it? I recently said that it’s a good thing that kids have recently been getting more stories calling out how wrong prejudice is, so to see a movie aimed at kids that is actively justifying and encouraging prejudice is mind-blowing in the worst way possible. Who the Hell signed off on this? Did nobody stop to consider the unfortunate implications? Did they think making Chelsea a caricature of a pretty, popular, two-faced Mean Girl justified applying that characterization to her entire species? Or was this Jeffrey Katzenburg being a petty bitch (again) over the fact that The Little Mermaid was being remade without him and he just wanted to stick it to Disney? Whatever the case, I’d recommend giving this movie a pass.

#Dreamworks #Ruby Gillman Teenage Kraken #Opinion #Analysis #Chelsea #Racism #Bad Writing #They Wasted a Perfectly Good Plot #They Wasted a Perfectly Good Character

[rainybraindays]

I don't like making posts like this, I don't like opening my blog up for people to come and harrass me but oh my god, why does the fandom allow posts like this to get away unscathed?

You don’t have to like Marina. I'll never claim that. You can like or dislike whoever you want.

But I do wonder, if Marina was played by a white woman would we get nearly as many posts like this? Would everyone be as okay with it? Would we have been so quiet about the fact that Ruby Barker was harrassed for this role? Or would there be way more people defending her? Would she suddenly be sympathetic when now shes not?

Why are we all so okay with taking this character with a nuanced story, put in a horrible situation with almost no options and turning her into a villian?

Like did we watch the same show? Did you miss the bit where she doesn't want to find a husband at all and only starts when she thinks shes been abandoned, which she only believes because she gets a forged letter saying she was? Did you not see Portia slap her? Did you not also watch a man old enough to be her grandfather being forced on her?

Lying to Colin wasn't okay, I'm not defending that, but literally tell me what her options were?

The man she loves is dead, but she doesn't even know that she thinks he abandoned her, so she can't reasonably assume Phillip will take responsibility when his brother won't. The only people Portias interested in introducing to her are those she wouldn't introduce to her own daughters. She can't reasonably think Colin will be open to her as a wife since shes pregnant becausethats not the norm. But Colin is, he says he would have married her even knowing. And Colin also doesn't view Marina as a villian, in season two hes sad yeah, but he’s also guilty because he doesn't think she deserved what happened.

This is a nuanced messy situation but no one wants to look at that.

Like you all make it very clear you view her as a whore, because she did a very normal thing and had sex. You all view her as a manipulative snake of a person, when if she was even the Whistledown article wouldn't have been a stop for her because she would have tried to get out of it. You conveniently forget that she almost killed herself in an attempt to abort her children because of her mistreatment post Whistledown article because that takes away from the idea you've concocted that shes some villainous bitch.

But then you turn around and want Penelope to have sexual knowledge that she realistically wouldn't and canonically doesn’t. You praise her for her Whistledown work even though it keeps hurting people she loves and shes lying about doing it.

This is weird, posting about how you can't wait for a character to die, and how you hope the death is - lets be honest here- humiliating, is a bizarre thing to do.

Its even more bizarre to do that, tag the character, and then also tag two ships that really the post really isn't about.

Like why is Polin tagged? Because they're both mentioned? This isn't a polin moment. You don’t talk about them at all in the meat of the post. Why is Philoise tagged? Because she's an 'obstacle' for them? They haven't even met, they aren't mentioned at all, they have nothing to do with this.

And on top of tagging these things you say "don't try and defend her to me" which why would we you clearly wouldn't listen. You follow that with saying "If you like her you probably suck" and claim to have tagged this as anti marina when you didn't. You put this in her main tag and then added "death to marina".

Theres no respect to your peers in the fandom, and clear disrespect to people who do like this character and are actually willing to engage with the character beyond fanon portrayal. Because thats what this is its not even taking her at face value anymore.

You wonder why people dislike this fandom, specifically the polin side of it, and do things like this. We as a community need to improve because stuff like this isn't uncommon, this is just one of the most blatant I've seen.

I'm going to be entirely honest if you follow quotegirl19, or don't see the issues with Marinas portrayal and treatment by the fandom this is not the blog for you.

#rainy talks #yeah I bit the bullet but i feel abit better #bridgerton #marina thompson #colin bridgerton #Penelope Featherington #I'm only tagging them because they're metioned rather prominently (which is how you actually use tags) #polin #for the same reason as stated above #I'm not tagging philoise though I don't think its important enough #marinas treatment in this fandom reeks of racism and misogyny

[howlingday]

RWBY Party

Ruby/Yang: WHAT?!

Blake: That's insane...

Ruby: Why is that even an option?!

Blake: Friendly reminder to the audience that this is proof that Yang, Ruby, and I are normal, and Weiss is a robot.

Yang: SERIOUSLY, DUDE?!

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Weiss: Hm... My biggest threat is probably Yang, so I'll tume this block to choose her.

Yang: Pfft! Yeah, right! Like you can time it to- OH!

Ruby: Are you serious?

Weiss: And for doubting me, I'm maxing the amount.

Yang: No shot! There's no way you're gonna-

Ruby: ARE YOU SERIOUS?!

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Weiss: Oh joy. A button mashing level against Ruby. How fun.

Blake: Yang is on the other team, so it cancels out. It's simple math.

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Weiss: I'm winning and Xiao Long is suffering? This is the best Mario Party ever!

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Ruby: Jumping is broken, Weiss! Don't bother running!

Yang: Dammit!

Weiss: Shit!

Ruby: WHY AM I ALWAYS CARRYING YOU GUYS?! YOU'RE ALWAYS MAKING FUN OF ME!

Yang: Go, Ruby! Go!

Blake: I guess there's nothing you can do if you spam jump.

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Blake: No wonder you're so bitter.

Ruby: Why am I slow?!

Blake: I had to do it to him.

Ruby: I have done nothing but understand your grievances!

Blake: (Lands on a red plate)

Ruby: Oh, look at that! KARMA!

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Weiss: This is like a Ruby game, but in the body of Yang.

Ruby: Is this how Yang feels? This sucks!

Yang: Oh, you guys are JUST NOW noticing?!

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Ruby: Blake, what are you doing?! You're supposed to stop Weiss!

Blake: Gee, Ruby. Maybe if you stopped kissing Yang's submarine, I could have come up for air.

Weiss: Snrk!

Yang: What did she say?!

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Blake: Ruby will get two.

Ruby: ...OH COME ON!

Yang: You made it to the bank, Ruby! Way to go!

Ruby: Shut up, Yang!

Yang: Man, look at the Koopa Troopa! Even HE thinks you're poggers!

Ruby: YOU GET UNFUNNIER WITH EVERY SENTENCE YOU SAY! SHUT UP!

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Yang: Hey, Weiss!

Weiss: WHAT?!

Yang: How's your day going, Weiss?

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Ruby: You could get a Bowser, Weiss! That'd be so cool!

Weiss: Yes, it would. Watch me do it, idiot.

Yang: The sands of this map hide many secrets- ARE YOU FUCKING FOR REAL?!

Weiss: YES!

Yang: ALL OF YOU HAVE A STAR EXCEPT FOR ME?!

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Ruby: Weiss, hear me out! Hear me out! Hear me out, Weiss!

Weiss: Hear what out?

Ruby: So Blake has gotten way too many blessings in this game-

Weiss: OH SHUT YOUR FREAKING FACE, YOU LEECH!

Ruby: JUST DO IT, WEISS!

Weiss: OH, SURE, MISS "I'M YOUR BIGGEST THREAT, BY THE WAY"!

Yang: You know what would be funny? If we all took from Ruby.

Weiss: THAT is a GREAT idea!

Ruby: WHAT?! Nononono! Don't trust her! She's trying to manipulate you! She's a puppet master and she'll make you her puppets!

Weiss: A puppet master?! SHE'S IN LAST FUCKING PLACE WITH NO STARS! HOW IS THAT A PUPPET MASTER?!

Weiss: Hey, Ruby? Who keeps taunting Yang and asking who's in last place? YOU!

Yang: It would be pretyy funny if we left her in the dust.

Ruby: Yeah, yeah, yeah. Said the snake as she slithered into first place!

Yang: Look, I'm just out here trying to survive.

Ruby: Whatever...

Blake: ...I'm vibing.

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Ruby: Weiss! Weiss! If you take from Blake now, I'll take from her next, and she won't be able to get the star. Cool?

Weiss: You are such a bitch.

Ruby: NO, WEISS, LISTEN TO ME!

Weiss: No, no, no. You listen to me. Do you know why Blake wins every game? It's because you idiots LOVE KILLING EACH OTHER! SHE IS THE BIGGEST FUCKING THREAT IN EVERY GOD DAMN GAME, AND YOU IDIOTS KEEP SABOTAGING ONE ANOTHER! SHE LITERALLY WINS EVERY GAME! HOW THICK IS YOUR SKULL?!

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Blake: You could probably curse Yang.

Weiss: Hm...

Yang: Wait! No!

Weiss: You could get the star, though...

Yang: How?! I only have 18 coins!

Weiss: You could win another mini-game!

Yang: And you go before me! Like, you're only two spaces away and- WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?!

Weiss: ...This was the right move.

Yang: HOW?! I HAD EIGHTEEN COINS!

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Yang: What's a Bowser Bomb?

Blake: It would kill me, Weiss, and you.

Yang: ...

Weiss: Oh my god...

Yang: HAHAHAHAHAHA!

Blake: We are so dead.

Yang: AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

Ruby: YO, I GOTTA GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!

Blake: Roll a three or four!

Ruby: ...NO! NAT 1!

Weiss: Please seven or eight. Please seven or eight- FUCK! AND I'M STUCK WITH RUBY!

Blake: (Sighs) At least we get a duel mini-game before we die.

Yang: FIGHT, FIGHT, FIGHT, FIGHT!

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Superstar: BLAKE

#rwby #ruby rose #weiss schnee #blake belladonna #yang xiao long #king of skill #mario party #vernias #tcnick3 #sophist

[bcofl0ve]

okay okay gather round sorry this is coming later than i said it would, law school brain. but. at long last, bottoms review time with mollie except this time with lots and lots of spoilers.

i think we covered my general “good movie very funny” thoughts in the spoiler free review, which you can read here so this is gonna be more me info dumping about my thoughts on the plot. and the core of those is that….

PJ IS A LITTLE BITCH!!! i wanted to like her in a “i support women's wrongs” way truly i did but she’s just. an asshole! not all annoying female characters are redeemable, and she is one! that’s not to say her character *existing* annoyed me, i think her being the anti-thesis to josie is an important facet of the movie and the whole “lie falling apart” plot line needed a bad guy so. she was a necessary evil.

that said though gahhhh. i wanted to wring her little neck and ik a satirical movie is not meant to be a realistic example of friendship. i do..but i still think josie was wayyy too forgiving. josie deserves better friends!!! and i fear in a world where these characters are real/the story continues pj needs to idk go to therapy or she’s gonna make josie miserable for being happy with isabel while she’s not in a relationship. (and that is to say she should not be with hazel either! she needs therapy not a girlfriend!)

buttttt but but all that to say i do think rachel did a great job playing her. playing unlikeable characters in a way that makes them unlikeable without a viewer wishing they weren't in the movie at all is a skill set! her being funny and me wanting to punt her across the room are very much thoughts that co-exisit!

moving semi away from pj…the reveal of brittany being straight threw me for such a loop that the next like- 5 minutes of the movie went right over my headkjfkj not to be an insane person but i was gen a little disappointed!! let kaia play a gay character in something that isn’t ahs!! i will wait!!! that said though she actually pulls off the whole “straight girl that isn’t gay just likes gay porn” stereotype very well and made me laugh. i still loved brittany to bits and pieces…heterosexual and all.

josie and isabel. josie and isabel. wahhhhh. wahhhh. my darling girls. when josie almost told her they were lying about juvie but went back on it my heart broke a little bc you could tell she felt guilty and i just ,</3..and yeah she did choose to keep up with the lie when she realized she was getting what she wanted (isabel) but i think the film did a good job of showing how her keeping up with it was different from pj keeping up with it. pj kept up with the lie bc she was on a power trip. josie kept up with it because she didn’t want to lose isabel/lose finally having a geuine connection with a girl/and felt like she had in a way gotten her away from jeff so as long as they kept the lie up she could keep looking out for her.

which is still well, manipulative. lying is bad! but idk i had much more sympathy for her than i did pj. and think when it all came out that josie was actually sorry, whereas pj was only sorry they got caught/still bitter britt was straight. 

those are my main thoughts on it all, but some side bars: lovedd hazel. ruby is great and i am not really a fantasy show person, just not my genre but now i kinda wanna check out willow just to see more of her. the plot twist with jeff actually fucking her mom was soooo early 2000s teen movie and i ate it up. as was the fact that outside of that no one seemed to have parents at all LOL your kids are coming home with black eyes and you don’t have some questions?!?! miles fowler was also really great and tbh i liked him as much as i did kaia in it. esp his flip phone. especially his flip phone. josie's monolouge about marrying a pastor and lavender marriages is what made me start choking on my shake. right up my humor ally as someone who grew up evangelical, and i imagine ayo found it funny for the same reason! was expecting the big josie/isabel hookup scene to be more vulgar less *fade to black* but this is a movie about high schoolers so actually that's a good thing i think?? i accidentally read a spoiler explaining the final killing spree scene months ago and really wish i didn’t bc it would’ve been fun to experience that going in blind.

another side bar to close this out. i *loved* this movie. 5 stars in my book i can’t wait to rewatch it over and over when it’s on prime. but i…kinda disagree with all the tweets saying it’s the next mean girls/heathers/etc cult classic. not because i don’t think it’s good! but because i think comedy film criticism is turning into everything having to be iconic or a future cult classic to be praised? a funny movie can just be a funny movie! it doesn’t have to be the next heathers for you to like it and praise it! does that make sense?

if you read this all the way through congrats! go gay people! go losers!

hello! If you’re reading this because you’re scrolling through the bottoms tag my name is mollie (-: this is primarily a gossip blog for austin butler and his girlfriend kaia gerber (brittany!), both folks i’m big fans of- with a side of elvis presley/presley family fan posting. but i’ve been ‘covering’ bottoms quite a bit so do feel free to come hang out and send anons if you wanna chat! <3 and i’m going to start posting anons containing spoilers on sunday night- so if i don’t answer something right away that’s why.

#mollie goes to the movies #bottoms movie #bottoms 2023 #ayo edebiri #rachel sennott #havana rose liu #ruby cruz #kaia gerber #film

[magicalgardenofhypnosis]

Entrapping Nightwing

Part 1

Entrapping Dick Grayson the Nightwing in a plan worthy of the Bat himself is a fine art for sure as you can imagine I had weeks to plan it.

Dick Grayson is resting home in his Chicago based apartment after a long training field session for about a month in the woods with the rest of the titans.

The look of pure exhaustion covers his face as he endeavors to be anything weak in the sight of others he stands in the light before the mirror.

The expression of pain seeking throughout his body as he makes a face struggling to barely lift up his shirt over his head finally

he manages to.

The scraps of bruises splattered on his body

he touches his body extreme pain persistent pounds of pain shooting upward into the sky of sorts.

He can’t believe what is seeing an odd grey cloud of smoke shreds through the sky then blocks up is the entire city leaving no one to be able to use their gift of sight.

It is unbelievable as Dick manages to grab a remote control pointing at the a screen he presses play and the television flips on to reveal it.

At first it’s an odd static sound ricocheting in a high deep vibe hitting his ears head on he stopped stunned in a lack of movement he is stuck.

The static starts to fade as the screen spins takings a spiral like shape instantly he is now under my influence completely in my thrall.

In the shadows of the room the lights began to flicker brightly on and off consistently as the windows fall shut down locking in place and the doors slam close as well.

The room lights dim down to small crawl on to him a solo light blows up surrounding him ins a fiery state he mindlessly removes his clothes.

I move revealing myself from the shade of the night waking into the view every step is like a thousand pounds of weight holding him back.

No longer needing to hold back I race up to his back forcing myself on him to no facial or body reaction is amazing he is like a doll or a statue.

Swatting his butt hard I begin to grope him so hard I can feel the inner muscle twerk in an excitement and I take him aside pushing him on to the wall.

I lean on to him planting a kiss on his lips as his eyes continue to lock on to the screen all that matters and his mind completely alters for the better.

My hands land on to his waist swooping hook past his sides to his belt I undo it quick with little effort the belt falls to the floor and I feel great.

Digging my nose into his skin I happily sniff inhaling all of his scent in deep heaves of breath and plant kisses on his body every inch of it.

His under pants slid to the floor leaving him stark naked sweat glistening in the dark aura of the room everything ceases to exit but his beauty.

“Oh pretty but poor Nightwing”

“A great Detective “

“The former boy wonder”

“If you could only speak”

“If you could only embrace “

“Give into the evil”

“Why fight your destiny?”

“Yes you have a strong will”

“Yet! I am a Master of manipulation”

“Of course! Men like you think of yourself as Gods!”

“It’s weak inferior feeling”

“That massive muscled body is a sign of failure to love yourself.”

“Drop to your knees”

“Remove my clothes”

“Take my body in your hands”

“Suck off my tongue, arm pits, ears, body and cock get all of my juices.”

“My dna now in your system”

“Transforming you forever “

Part 2

“Come Dick! Be a bitch ! Sleep!”

“Yes Master!”

“What the fuck?”

“I am spiraling”

“FUCK”

“What’s wrong with me?”

“Follow my voice”

“You can’t escape “

“I am in control “

“Yes Master”

“You are still fighting”

“I wont let you win”

“I can’t stop fighting it”

“Oh God!”

“You are growing hard, pointing forward and throbbing.”

“I can see your expression on my face”

“You are turning ruby red “

“Raging and Super hot”

“Your cum is collecting “

“You want to blow”

“Your will is all that’s left “

“You have surrendered to me”

“Mentally is all that left “

“All you have to do is give in”

“It’s already commencing”

“Your cock stirs”

“I want to tickle you”

“Your cock is about to blow”

“Maybe I’ll tickle you?”

“No please!”

“Sssstrttooop”

“Why should I?”

“I beg you “

“Mwahahahahaha “

“Do it! Do it!l

“Aaaahhhhh! I give up “

The end

#dick grayson #Nightwing #detective #cop #titans #bat family #mind control #hypnosis #reprogramming #brenton thwaites

[crimeronan]

I’ll admit I didn’t pay much attention to your OCs at first but now I’m very interested. Can you give a quick summary of them please?

i'm giggling at this ask bc i went back in my tags to try to figure out what had intrigued you and truly i've just been kin assigning shitposts to the OCs.

i think i wrote a rundown of them a while ago but can't be assed to find it so here's an even shorter one

all four members of the quartet live in tachni, a fictional city-state with a stranglehold over this fictional world's global economy. tachni's culture is largely based around light magic, which is an abstract type of magic related to illusions and luck and the future and abstraction.

everyone uses she/her, devin also uses they/them and he/him.

so:

nova - gaslight

nova is the incarnation of a light god, she has an unbelievable amount of political control/influence over tachni & she can turn her reality into a dreamland playground at will. this has left her craving things that are Real, which is unfortunate because her real soulmate hates her guts. her magic is making her very sick but she's pretending that it isn't bc she can solve everything with yoga and health smoothies.

devin - gatekeep

devin is the incarnation of an earth god, divine powers work thru her in the same way as nova, except that her magic is rooted in the concrete rather than the abstract. which means she can build shit and tear it down just as easily. being the opposite of nova's god, she's technically nova's soulmate & the two of them are supposed to balance each other out. however devin is much sicker than nova because of how fucked-up tachni is, and she's a giant bitch about it at all times.

sol - girlboss

sol is the devil. if not literally then certainly in every other regard. she too has an enormous amount of political power and sway, because she is unbelievably rich and has a monopoly on tachni's sex work industry. she's a nightmare of a human being who loves murder and terrorism; it's an open secret that she has killed a lot of people and that nobody will ever be able to prove it. girlboss antics. sol's bitchy attitude is in many ways the antithesis of nova; devin is wantonly cheating on nova with her, inasmuch as you can cheat on someone that you never wanted to marry in the first place.

ruby - manipulate

ruby is a mental health worker by day and a forger by night, her social power is much quieter. she's doing her best to retain her identity and morals while being surrounded by godawful people. her main focus is on helping marginalized and disenfranchised people get help and achieve their goals. she is unbelievably sad all the fucking time and has a million things wrong with her, which is why she's still hanging out with a bunch of shitty people and enabling their nonsense. she sweeps every OC poll i ever make because of her hashtag relatable neuroses.

all four have very messy history tangled up in each other, some of it gets Very Very Very Ugly and some of it is very funny. shitheads.

no one is a mansplainer or a malewife because i got tired of writing dude POVs. you can make up a couple mansplainer and malewife OCs to annoy the quad if you would like though.

#replies #original fiction #original fiction quartet #devin #ruby #nova #sol #i havent reread or edited this sorry #long post

[spntoxicfemslashevent]

(i tried to send this as an ask but it was massively too long.)

I’ve been binging Downton Abbey lately and i wANT THE TOXIC FEMSLASH. there’s so many options. i’m a sucker for the lady and lady’s maid dynamic. constant companion, hands-on-body to dress her and do her hair, last person she sees at night and first she sees in the morning, an environment of strict etiquette but the relationship is, by definition, intimate.

there’s so many options for the dynamic: what if the lady’s maid is a manipulative wretch and the lady is blissfully unaware. what if the lady’s maid is sweet and attentive but the lady is brusque and power hungry and enjoys testing her maid’s patience and endurance. what if they’re both genuinely very sweet with each other, but it’s a toxic co-dependence that nearly brings them both to ruin bc they’re breaking social codes.

e.g., a lady’s maid sabotaging her lady’s debutante season out of jealousy over potential marriage matches or a lady deliberately scolding or sabotaging her maid in public so that a juicy offer of employment elsewhere is quietly rescinded. a lady refusing to give a good reference so her lady’s maid can never leave. a lady pitting multiple servants against each other so they fight for the privilege of being her maid. lady’s maid being a straight up jerk and ruining her lady’s hair, her clothes, etc. but she has blackmail material so the lady can never discipline or dismiss her. THE LADY DISCIPLINING OR DISMISSING THE MAID AND THE MAID HAS NO RECOURSE. so much potential.

i don’t want to narrow things down too much wrt characters but meg “you find a cause and you serve it” masters would thrive. claire novak, desperately seeking belonging and approval but so wary of being hurt that she snarls and snarks and rejects other people first before they reject her (claire novak who has fallen far from her previous station; claire novak who was raised to be of service and to follow strict rules of etiquette–e.g. no eating before grace is said–but then her family was destroyed by her father’s sense of duty.)

abaddon, expertly coiffed and abusive and enjoying every moment. amara, utterly detached from the experiences of the middle and lower classes, taking their service for granted but also kind of annoyed by it. rowena, obsequious to power (until she gets what wants and throws them over) and also easily flattered and obsessed with her own glamor (you know she used to be a lady’s maid herself and now has a fake title. you KNOW it.) ruby the kingmaker: no one knew but lilith, i was the best of those sons of bitches, i was the most loyal. naomi, who needs everything done to her exact specifications for the good of the household and she will bring about compliance by any means.

do you see what i mean about options?? DO YOU SEE???

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I SEE THEM i see your vision thank you for submitting. >:) >:) >:)

#spn femslash #spntoxicfemslash #meg masters #claire novak #abaddon #amara #rowena macleod #ruby #lilith #naomi #prompt #submitted prompt #kayliemalinza

[scoobydoodean]

Right after Sam regales Dean with tales of how Ruby continued to push at Sam's grief right after he told her to drop the subject, then continued a sexual advance after Sam told her no and moved to the complete other side of the room:

DEAN Yeah, but now I feel dirty. Okay, well, uh, brain-stabbing imagery aside... So far, all you've told me about is a manipulative bitch who, uh, screwed you, played mind games with you, and did everything in the book to get you to go bad.

¯\_(ツ)_/¯

#4.09 #pk rewatches spn number ? #season 4 #my smart bby #what? i read: people edition

[lala1267]

No Escape Now.

The room spun around slowly as she struggled to keep her eyelids from closing shut. The liquor slowly seeped into her brain. The man before her had a mischievous smile on his blurred face. His mouth moved, but no words escaped. The silence was deafening. His distorted face contracted until his eyes became visible. The fury and anger in his raven eyes were disguised by the flirtatious grin he maintained. His big hand reached down to grip her soft thigh that quivered slightly. It slowly moved up until his hand layed on her g-string that was soaking more by the minute. A smile formed on her ruby-red lips as her hudded eyes struggled to stay open. His other hand played with her boobs that were covered by the short pink dress. Her arousal grew as his ego got the best of him. She used all of her strength to lift her arm up towards his face. She needed to feel him, feel his love that was non-existent. She craved an ounce of true love. Her hopes were suddenly crushed to dust when his large hand landed on her face, leaving a strong sting. Her eyes widened in shock. Her now swollen cheek was throbbing. She reached her hand up to cup her red cheek. She could feel the handprint Ingraved into it. A sea of tears flooded her face as his words became audible. His face scrunched whilst his body towered over her defenceless self.

"You really thought that you were getting it after you made me wait for my food. Whore!"

He yelled as the vibration in his raspy voice echoed throughout the dim room. He stomped away into another room. She struggled to keep her balance as she thought the liquor and built up emotions. She was confused but not surprised. He usually had temper tantrums, but this one was uncalled for. She turned her caked-in makeup face to look at the reflection in the glass window. She saw a hopeless girl who was devoted to a man who couldn't give a shit about her. She was too far gone to be saved. She glared down at the veiw with her watery doll eyes as the city lights stared back up at her.

The clock chimed, waking her up from a long needed sleep. She slowly sat up off the cold floor. Her eyes squinted as she looked around the room. The throbbing in her head grew worse as the hangover began. She heard her heart beat against her ribcage as she heard footsteps behind her. She closed her bloodshot eyes tightly as she curled up into a ball, shielding her powerless figure from the beating she thought she was about to endure. Her heart skipped a few beats as she held her breath. But to her suprise, the footsteps passed her and carried on until she heard a door slam shut. She gradually unwrapped herself as her eyelids lifted from her glassy eyes. She bit her nails as she scanned the empty room. He was gone. Her fear died down as the feeling of relief filled her drained grey heart. She lifted her body up from the cold floor before looking around for him. He had left the apartment. She let out a deep sigh before bringing her hand up to her chest. The feeling of her bare feet on the chilly floor sent shivers up her spine.

Her man, her master, was a hypocritical narcissistic bastard. He was allowed to fuck as many sluts as he wanted but if she did so much as even lay her eyes on another man she would receive a painful beating. He went out every night, but that was alright because no matter what he did, she would always be by his side. She loved him unconditionally even if he layed his hands on her. It was like her name was engraved in the back of his cocaine heart, whilst all of the other girl's names were neatly placed on the front. His black heart overcast her innocent heart. A boy is a gun. If his bitch flew to high he would shoot her down. She had been shot down too many times at the beginning of their relationship, but over time, she learned to stay in her place. His manipulative words would pull her back into his arms.

"I only do it cause I love you. I would never hurt you intentionally."

His empty words would echo around her hollow head until she believed it. She never would have thought that her feelings could get thrown in the air like they were meaningless. The thought of her with somebody else, he didn't like that. He fucking hated her, but he wanted her. He loved the power and glory he felt when he was dominant. He was bad at keeping his emotions bubbled, his anger would overflow. She was like a puppet to him, a ragdoll even. Crazy who makes her the happiest can make her the saddest.

"Actually, if you even consider leaving, I will stop breathing. I will find you and fuck up your life. I'll make ya disappear. Life without you has no gaddamn meaning. So don't even think about leaving, cause ya won't get very far."

His sharp words lingered in her heart. He would pop out of the dark to find her and do harm to her if she dared to step out of the door that separated her from his punches and reality. He hit her and it felt like a kiss, it felt like true love.

"Come on baby, I still love you. But if I see you with another man, I just might have to kill him, and you too."

But she still cared for him. Because he still loved her, right?

She would sit in the empty apartment. Patiently waiting for his return. A Polaroid sat in her hands. The both of them were hugging in the picture. She stroked it with her fingers as all of the memories flooded her foggy brain. The times that they were in love, real love. A single tear ran down her cheek.

"I wait for you."

She whispered with her shaky breath.

#abuse mention #tw abuse #fanfic #fan fic writing #sadgirl #sad stories #based off a true story #please follow me #please like this #abusiveboyfriend #abusiveness #domestic violent relationships #he hit me and it felt like a kiss #fypツ #lovers #bound to fall in love #lana del ray aesthetic #get out of my head #60s 70s 80s 90s #yandere #fanfic writer #short story

[masterqwertster]

Bells Hells C2 Class Swap AU

Basically just giving the Hells the same class as their player's Campaign 2 characters and getting a bit different approaches to the plot beats.

Orym: School of Divination Wizard

Divination goes with Orym's ridiculous perception

He specifically chose to learn divination magic in order try to foresee and forewarn if an attack against Zephrah is coming

He's also very upset that his divinations have had trouble turning up anything about Will and Derrig's killers

Fearne: Path of the Storm Herald Barbarian

Obviously her Storm Aura is desert, because that's the fire barbarian

She uses a great sickle like Deni$e since she does have a Moon Sickle in canon

Fearne is probably a bit more like Lionel in that she's a happy, excited barbarian most of the time. Of course her "always got for the kill" policy means she gets vicious when serious.

Probably also prone to a lot more headbutting as an attack given her goat-like nature as a faun and melee fighter class

Laudna: Way of Shadow Monk

She's always had an affinity for shadows and spookiness, so this subclass fits.

Also Witchy Bitches magic through ki ability

Delilah is still around, but definitely more as a haunting spirit and unwanted advisor, since there's no warlock multi-class. Maybe she grants Way of the Long Death abilities because of the whole necromancer patron thing, though a multi-subclass is probably overpowered

Imogen: Order Domain Cleric

Obviously, Imogen has no clue where her divine gifts come from (it's Predathos/being Ruidusborn)

Order Domain because it's whole deal is mind fuckery to bring people into your sense of order (which also matches with Ruby Vanguard cult shit)

Maybe a slight reflavor that it's not a sense of order she's imposing, but a sense of blackmail from mindreading

Chetney: Hexblade Warlock/Oath of the Ancients Paladin

Oath is about toymaking and bringing joy and light to children (so his god is the All Hammer since that's the crafting god)

Also not that great at Kindle the Light because he's a bitter, crotchety old man. Mercy and forgiveness have sort of fallen off the menu

Fighting Style is Dueling, 'cause he wants to shank a bitch with bonus damage

Definitely looking forward to the day he gets powerful enough to not suffer the drawbacks of old age (Level 15) 😝

Look, the little man uses carving tools as his weapon of choice, it had to be Hexblade

His patron is some sort of wolf-ish Krampus-equivalent, for punishing the Naughty. It just goes with his Christmas Special origins

Pact of the Chain for a wolf familiar. Though it's probably not a normal wolf...

FCG: Mastermind Rogue/School of Enchantment Wizard

Mastermind rogue could actually be used for therapy, if your intent is to manipulate someone into being their better self instead of doing whatever you want them to do

Also the mimic speech patterns is how FCG ended up with their accent in canon, so...

Plus ability to spam the Help action as a bonus action, and this bot wants to be helpful!

Honestly, School of Enchantment is more support and mind fuckery skills for them

This version is just very magic-enhanced therapy focused

Which also kind of lines up with the Care and the Culling background of manipulatively helpful to get in close before driving in the knife

Ashton: Order of the Lycan Blood Hunter (reflavor)/Forge Domain Cleric/ Phantom Rogue (reflavor)

Taliesin technically has 3 character from C2: Mollymauk, Caduceus, and Kingsley, bringing 3 different classes to the table between them, so options to mix and match for multi-class or just go straight

Order of the Lycan is the blood hunter subclass closest to barbarian. Though I'd give it the dunamancy reflavor of amplifying Ashton's elemental power/heritage/potential, so the hybrid form is basically going earth elemental, while the heightened senses maybe get replaced with a Blind Sight or an earth vibration Perception check ability with advantage

Fighting Style is Dueling, because their hybrid elemental form is big/strong enough to wield the hammer one-handed. Play whack-a-mole for bonus damage! 😂

Honestly considered War Domain because they're a fighter, but found I liked Forge Domain for being a bit more elemental. Dash of dunamancy is that he's an earth genasi with growing potential for fire magic, thus crossing an elemental boundary. Basically, they're going from pure earth to volcano.

Also, Forge Domain fits his love for punk handicrafts, and is definitely a domain that can be picked up in Bassuras

God would probably be the All-Hammer because he's the crafting god.

Though an argument could be made for unwitting Luxon follower, as it reaches through time for its galaxy brain chosen one. Ashton just thinks they believe in the light of the stars or some shit

Phantom rogues draw on the souls of the dead, so I reflavor this as drawing on their other possible lives in the galaxy brain. There's always a version that knows something relevant when they're infinite possibilities 😉

I recommend cleric and one of the other two classes if you want multi-class. Just rogue or blood hunter for a singular class as the cleric-dunamancy connection I cooked up is a bit weak

Some Events/Points of Interest

Chet actually was a werewolf, once upon a time. But he got cured of it, and that led him to one of his classes, depending on if it was a kind savior (paladin) or making deal to lift the curse (warlock). And he respects and remembers that time of his life with his Pact familiar

Thanks to his divination skills, Orym probably had a good feeling about what was coming the day he met the Crown Keepers, and the day he met the rest of Bells Hells. And a bad feeling the day Bertrand died, and the day he faced Otohan (both in Zephrah and Bassuras)

If Ashton is a blood hunter, Orym definitely has thoughts and extreme curiosity about their hybrid form. Which he can't be blamed for because he's Ashari

Imogen was considered a useful problem in Gelvaan, because her psychic/mindreading abilities were off-putting, but her healing abilities as a cleric are, well, "god-sent." Smaller towns are always grateful to have magic healing available and all

FCG is more pushy about his therapy attempts. And more subtle in execution, as they feel the need. He just really wants to help everyone's mental state, and is too inexperienced to quite understand when he needs to back off for a while

Laudna takes advantage of her oddly pliable body to move in strange ways for her dope monk shit. Like, she's very flexible to the point of accidental joint dislocation, so people aren't always ready for the ways she can move

And Laudna can fit herself into some tiny spaces because of the way she can fold herself up. Sometimes Imogen would sneak her into town in a large bag while it was just the two of them

Fearne takes protecting Orym very seriously (because he's a squishy wizard in this AU), but it can be tricky in a fight given her area-of-effect Storm Aura damage. There were definitely a few times Orym got singed pretty good at the beginning of their relationship

#MQ AU machine #Bells Hells C2 Class Swap AU #critical role #bells hells

[spn-rewatch-ventzone]

Okay, yeah Ruby is kinda slaying. I love a manipulative bitch

#spn #supernatural #spn rewatch #spn ruby #the kids are alright

[ruinedsam]

I saw some of your stuff about HBO supernatural and I want to say, hbo supernatural would’ve had Meg call Sam her little brother at least once, done more with Sam having Azazel’s blood and Meg being Azazel’s daughter. Maybe it’s manipulation circa season 4/5, Meg linking herself to Sam in a familial way during the same arc in which Dean wonders if Sam is still his brother or if he ever even was, but I need it. I want Sam to have to contend with the fact that to demons, he is Azazel’s son and what that might mean; for example, we had Ruby tell Sam that Lilith saw him as competition and maybe that was manipulation to make Sam even more willing to kill Lilith because she’s also a threat to him in addition to Dean, but what if Ruby was telling the truth, that being the one Azazel chose functionally made Sam his heir? I just think we needed more about how demons might view Sam in light of the Azazel thing or even the vessel thing, maybe some are friendly with him because he’s basically the only heir of their last real king(s) if they’re against Crowley, some are wary of him because nobody can 100% guarantee he’s not still capable of killing them with his mind or if it’s lying dormant with an unknown trigger, Meg calls him her little brother, etc. Also, for more humorous situations, I think Sam should be on Hell’s mailing list or whatever it is they have; he’s the first one to find out Abbadon is making a play for the throne because he gets an email about her running. He sighs heavily and resigns himself to this becoming his problem later, idly wondering what it will take for Hell to just decide on a ruler; Azazel was in charge for a while and now it’s like there’s someone new every year. This further leads to occasionally calls and texts from Meg about the latest drama/gossip in Hell: “you’re not doing anything right now are you? Because I need to bitch” “kinda busy right now, what with the literal horde of vampires I’m dealing with, but you’re welcome to vent in my texts and I’ll reply if I’m still alive” “oh boo, you’re no fun. But fine, I’ll do that, I’m expecting a reply in a few hours though.”

Tell me more oh wise anon 👀👀👀 This is all so juicy...Sam feeling even more out of place in his (human) family, feeling even more like a freak, confirmed in his feelings that there is something deeply wrong with him...the way it would absolutely kill both Sam and Dean if Meg called Sam her little brother 👀 Also the possibilities for cram in this scenario 👀

#literally a crime they dropped sam's demonhood #you're trying to tell me demons remember dean because he was good at torturing #but not sam 'boyking of hell' winchester?! *please* #ask #meg calls sam brother au

[the-path-to-redemption]

Team STRQ ships please:

Hummingbird (Qrow x Summer)

Phoenix (Raven x Taiyang)

Snapdragon (?) (Summer x Taiyang)

Rosebird (Raven x Summer)

Taiqrow (Taiyang x Qrow)

ask meme

Long post ahead

Hummingbird (Qrow x Summer)

God damn, if I sound disinterest in any of these ships, I am sorry. But fucking Qrow and Raven makes the already lackluster dynamic of STRQ worse, on so many levels. We already have shit with Tai and Summer, and Qrow is fucking bloating the cast up with his whiny ass. I'll get to Raven later.

Back to the ship, I just do not like Qrow at all, and Summer's latest information dump makes her so weird as an entity. Did she straight up LIED to her husband, who she knows was emotionally destroyed by the same bitch she's about to team up with? Or did she truly not know about her demise because she was overconfident in her own abilities against Salem?

And the emblem never fucking made sense, because before V9, there's nothing much that can tell us about Summer as a person or even an active force in Ruby's life aside from some "tell, not show" from Yang and Qrow. None of that alluded to the rose emblem or how it affected Ruby as person when her mother disappeared.

These two characters literally have nothing that makes me care about them as individuals, let alone fucking partners in a relationship. Not to mention, rabid Hummingbird stans are just as annoying as Bee/s when it comes to Tai. Guys, Qrow doesn't need to be Ruby's bio parent for them to have a strong bond, stop diminishing Tai's already tiny role from her life to push your ship. I cannot stand Qrow's whiny ass as it is right now, having him be an active absentee parent like his twin will make me hate him more.

Phoenix (Taiyang x Raven)

Same reasoning here for these two, with Tai as Summer and Raven as Qrow. Raven need to stay the fuck away from Tai, and this is coming from a person who eat up toxic dynamics for lunch.

Raven is just insufferable, and fans can make her more complex than canon ever can. But because we never know why she canonically abandoned her family, including her infant daughter, Raven just comes off as a shallow, selfish bitch who would hang with criminals who hit on her child than be with the people who love her despite her past.

If that was the case, FINE. Whatever, but then the show goes on to villainize Ozpin and blaming him for her reasons to leave. If Raven was scared of Ozpin, why did she team up with someone directly working for his antithesis, Salem? Then Lost Fables comes out, and it turns out Ozpin didn't even curse her and Qrow with magic, because they kept transforming willy-nilly with no consequences at all. Blame Salem for your issues if you want to avoid your responsibilities, you bitch.

And Tai...poor Tai. He's not a perfect parent, but goddamn he is the BEST when you use the likes of Jacques, Raven or even Ghira as comparisons. Yet he was villainized by the FNDM and Qrow is heralded as a good adult figure for Ruby when it was TAI who raised them for most of their lives. No one has to like Tai and his parenting can be criticize, but he is not the worse parent ever when fucking Salem is still around.

So yeah. Not my fav. Like, at all. And I deadass can make a better storyline for them as individuals and as a dynamic.

Snapdragon (Taiyang x Summer)

Oh man...again, the fucking reveal for Summer in V9 truly diminished a good majority of my enjoyment of this ship. Again, if Summer KNEW about her demise, she willingly left her husband with their children to go with someone who betrayed them both, not even thinking about how he would take losing ANOTHER person he love.

I just enjoy fanon so much more for them, because there Summer and Tai are actually treated with respect. For example, my moot @bunbunsophy made an amazing art piece of evil!Summer inspired by Makima from Chainsaw Man, and it was an amazing foundation for an AU where Summer manipulated everyone around her to her desires, especially Tai. It create this angsty goodness where he has become her toy, heartbroken but broken as well to do her biddings with no will to fight back because he loves her. This is his wife, mother of his daughters, and without her Taiyang will be alone.

Literally ANYTHING would've made this ship interesting, but canonically, they're bland as fuck.

Rosebird (Raven x Summer)

Fuck Rosebird shippers who refuse to include trans!Raven or trans!Summer into the dynamic in order to make Yang and Ruby. Do not fucking breathe near me.

Other than that; same shit as Hummingbird, but so much worse. Raven is a bitch, and it was clear in V9 that Summer cannot stand her ass. Not to mention that stupid ass panel in the DC crossover comic where bird Raven shat on Summer to Ruby. Like bitch, that is mad rich for you to judge Summer as a person WHEN YOU ABANDONED YOUR OWN CHILD. Fuck her.

Personally, I like the take where they were partners in Beacon instead of being Tai or Qrow's, because the betrayal between them will feel more personal like the boys' instead of "we were in the same team and she hurt the two men we both care about and I'm just here." I'm not saying that they can't be friends outside of partnership, but the partnership creates this unique bond that neither shares with Tai and Qrow; Summer trusted Raven to watch her back in battle, Raven grew close to her as a friends and someone she will die for, they know each other's fighting style to a detailed level and played off of each other so well that it's almost tragic when Raven left.

And when that scene in V9 happened, you feel that bitterness from Summer so much more because this was her partner who preferred something bad more than her. Maybe then I'll lean into this ship more, but right now it doesn't spark the least bit of joy.

TaiQrow/Mourning Dove (Taiyang x Qrow)

Same sentiment here; I just don't care about Qrow because he's a terrible character, and Tai barely got anything to himself.

But holy hell, going off of the partnership AU between them, the fallout between these two would've been tragically beautiful; they understand each other in ways neither Summer or Raven could, and at the end of it all they were the only ones left behind. But because of the pain left behind for them, they grow apart even though it kills them everytime they raised their voice, every time Qrow pick up another bottle after Tai begged him to stop, every time Qrow had to snap Tai out of his depression for his girls and yet Tai cannot shine as brightly as he could anymore.

All that was left was resentment, burying a layer of hope that will always yearn for the THEM of before, or at least something close enough because they still love each other.

But canon hates them and they hate us more. So you know.

Thanks for the ask!

#answered #anonymous #ship meme answered #ask meme answered #rwde #rwby critical #taiyang xiao long #qrow branwen #raven branwen #summer rose #rwby phoenix #rwby hummingbird #rwby rosebird #rwby snapdragon #rwby mourning dove #taiqrow