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revvnant · 8 months
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do you guys ever think about the mci.
#oh boy six a.m.! ( ooc )#|| absolutely fucking haunted by the senseless violence.#|| both fandom and the novels ageing them up makes me insane esp the latter.#|| i wanna do a writeup on like. how to me it ties in to both proliferation of true crime / serial killing as an Interest#|| and a natural understandable desperation for reclaiming power in fiction that nevertheless rings false to me.#|| it's both theatre of safety and like. an again very relatable desperation to me.#|| to be like 'those kids could've fought back' or 'they'll get their revenge in the afterlife'.#|| it's gratifying and soothing because tackling the fact that a bunch of children died for a man's entertainment/struggle/research is like#|| harrowing.#|| and fiction is there to provide a release from that.#|| but the way serial killing / true crime fandom and fiction and real life attitudes towards real crimes play into each other#|| intrigues me.#|| i wanna be a fnaf fandom anthropologist.#|| i have nothing against individuals i genuinely wanna study this place like a biome.#|| like to what degree is the target child audience engaging with this specific flavor of fan content.#|| and is it having an impact.#|| without blame because adults aren't responsible for what children read on the internet ( within reason ).#|| i'm just deeply curious to know if there's any overlap between child fans who play the games and buy merch#|| and older fans who play up the child autonomy/revenge aspects of the story.#|| ( BC LEMME BE CLEAR SCOTT WROTE THOSE. THEY'RE IN THE GAMES. AND BOOKS. )
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fiapple · 1 year
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this is the only time i will ever speak about st on this blog, but the show should've centered around Kali & she should've been canonically sapphic.
(if you're in any way interested in what i actually mean, i suggest reading the tags. i tend to elaborate there more often than in actual posts- i'm trying to break the habit, but it's where we are rn.)
#stranger things#kali prasad#linnea berthelsen#b*lly weirdos dni he's racist & if you compare his trauma to the systemic abuse faced at the hands of the american government by a woc#im gonna gut you :) peace n love on planet earth#but for real it would've been so much more... inspired i guess is the right word to tackle the concept of these big government secrets whil#centering around a protagonist who is part of the groups that the united states has targetted with the most vitrol & tmm the most frequentl#-ly with that kind of shady shit. and to give her a chance to fight back & reclaim her agency & come to a place where she can feel safe how#-ever that may look. and the inital set up for both Kali & her possee (sp?) overall had so much room for character & relationship developme#-nt & growing up. like it very much could have functioned as the above AS WELL AS a coming of age story for people who are held back in#life by the trauma they have to work through first in order to be able to participate healthily and ‟wholly‟ ig you'd say#and it would have given them a chance to explore all their more nostalgic inspirations while feeling less derivative and almost same-y as#*it would be giving the perspective to someone who was not previously allowed to occupy those spaces due to structural racism in the film &#televison industries#and also she's punk and cool and what we know of the group's ideologies leaves room to explore some really interesting intersectional femin#ist/leftist & potentially even anarchofeminist themes which considering the human antagonists of the show. intrigues me very greatly#and also i think she's pretty and linnea berthelsen is a v talented actress who deserves far more credit- esp because she had like what? a#few hours tops to get Kali across to the audience? and she did THAT. legend#if anyone from the og cast has to show up it can be nancy investigating & they can have a rival to lovers arc where kali knocks nancy down#a few pegs causing nancy to reassess her perspective & have gil blyther + zuko levels of character growth before helping kali destroy the g#-overnment in the way most couples would get each other roses <3#*anyone other than jane
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atrwriting · 7 months
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selfish - frank castle x reader
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hey y'all back in action with another porn no plot one shot
all i'm saying is,,, they knew who their target audience was with this (or are we just all mentally ill?)
summary: frank shows you what it means to be a real, selfish man.
informal warnings: frank is the selfish man in this, but I was the selfish woman writing this. couldn't get this out of my head as I started season two of the punisher, and frankly (haha get it -- sorry) after this scene you wouldn't be able to either
as always, the actual warnings: vulnerable frank, #sadboihrs for both the reader and frank, smut, porn no plot, choking, dirty talk, and ROUGH frank
anyway... selfish:
“what’s your type?”
the million dollar question. the one that you had been troubling yourself over for years.
“my type?” you repeated, eyeing the man who asked you. “or my pattern?”
he tilted his head in curiosity. “both.”
you chuckled. “my pattern… well, they’re usually useless. man babies.”
it was his turn to chuckle. “you like taking care of them, yeah?”
you shrugged. “i love taking care of people, but not men that de-age into babies as time goes on. did you know a guy i dated asked me how to boil water once?”
“you’re joking,” he took a swig of his beer, eyeing you. “no way that’s true. made that up.”
“i wish,” you laughed, rubbing a hand over your face. “i’m also not making it up that i stayed with him two years after that.”
“sounds like your fault.”
you nodded. “the pattern made me realize what my real type is.”
“what?”
“it’s corny.”
“say it.”
a smirk attempted to appear on your lips, but you pushed it back down. “i don’t like selfless men.”
he let out a laugh in disbelief at that. “you and every other chick.”
you chuckled too. “i heard this an analogy once… if you’re falling over a cliff, would you want your person to save you? or someone else about to fall on another side of the cliff?”
he stopped talking then, listening intently.
you kept going. “obviously, i’d want the other person saved… but in my head, when i’m all alone and there’s no one that has to be saved… sometimes it’s nice to think that someone would be so selfish that they would save me over doing what’s right.”
“you could live with that though?” he asked, narrowing his eyes, a bit of judgement lacing his words.
you shrugged. “never been the person that was saved, so i’m really not sure. it’s not that i want to be saved or anything — that’s super fucking corny. but man, a fucking masculine man, putting you over other things? deciding that in that moment, you’re what matters to him? i spend all my days being selfless, putting myself in danger so other people are saved… and i’m tired.” you took a swig of your drink. “i’m really fucking tired.”
“why don’t you save yourself, then?”
“for the same reason you’re here,” you sighed. “when have we ever been selfish, frank?”
he laughed at that, but almost scoffed. “i don’t do anything i do for anyone but me.”
you swallowed then, clenching your jaw. “so many people have wronged you… but you’ve only done what you’ve done because of how people have wronged those you loved. hate to break it to you… but you’re as selfless as anyone could be.”
he folded his lips underneath his teeth and stared aimlessly off into the distance. there were bags under his dark eyes, and no amount of sleep or beer would ever take them away. the man would never know peace, and your heart broke at that. however, it was nice to know someone was going down the rabbit hole with you.
“i don’t think i’m selfless,” he finally spoke after a bit.
you raised an eyebrow at him, calling his bluff.
“i did the things i did because my family was what was most important to me,” he admitted. “that’s selfish.”
you swished his words around in your mouth a little, and decided he was right. the spin on your words made you nod, agreeing with him. “i see your point.”
“so, what?” he asked. “you want a man that would choose you over innocent people?”
you huffed, standing. “i know you know that i never said that. i’m saying that in the back of my mind, it would be nice, just once, for a selfish man to decide that i’m all he wanted. it would be nice to know that i don’t always have to carry the weight on only my shoulders.”
he didn’t say anything then, staying planted on his seat on the floor. he twisted the bottle in his hands and listened to you.
“if i’m being honest with myself…” you began, swallowing your heavy statement. “i would prefer if they saved the innocents, but only so i could die, as i probably would falling in that situation, with a clear conscience. all i’m saying is… it’s a heavy fucking burden always doing things so i don’t feel guilty.”
you walked away then, not muttering a goodbye. frank didn’t say anything either. you heard him raise the bottle to his lips once more before you shut your bedroom door behind you.
it would be an hour or so before you heard a gentle knock on your door. there was no yelling or screaming outside, so you were grateful to hear there was no imminent danger present. in your tiny pajamas, you answered the door to find none other than frank. he was leaning against a wall in the hallway that led to your door, only a couple feet from you.
he didn’t say anything when you came face to face with him. he just stared at you, placing all of his focus on your confused face. it would be a few moments of silence before he finally stepped closer to you, and placed a calloused hand on your face.
you froze. frank castle never touched you, especially in that way.
“wanna know my type?”
you stared at him and swallowed thickly. your lips parted to whisper, “sure.”
“an escape,” he whispered back. “i know what you meant by always having the dark cloud of duty hanging above your head, ready to kill any moment of peace you happen to get your damned hands on. i’ve done everything i’ve ever done for the people i loved, and i know the only way for me to experience any fuckin’ joy is with another person.”
his dark eyes held your gaze, and you soon grew lost in them and his words. you swiped your tongue across your lips and stepped closer. you could feel frank’s breath on your chin, but you couldn’t breathe. his scent, his stare, and his fucking words were more intoxicating than any alcohol you had before.
“you want an escape, frank?” you softly asked, eyes darting to his lips.
“i do,” he stated, before he lowered his head and kissed you.
his free hand immediately came up to the other side od your face and pressed against your cheek. there, he held you in the palms of his hands as you rested your hands on his thick, muscled chest. his lips were dry and cracked, but you didn’t care. the fire that brewed from his affection was enough to fill any of the cold, dark, and lonely places inside of you and you greedily drank from anything he offered.
“you want someone to want you, darlin’?” he asked in between kisses.
you hummed in agreement, not wanting to break apart your kiss for anything — even words.
“can’t get you out of my head, sweetheart,” he spoke, dipping his tongue into your mouth. “need to feel those long legs around me.”
you whimpered at his words, letting his tongue dance with yours. you could taste the heineken on his tongue and savored every bit. “please, frank… i need to feel you so badly.”
“i’ve got you, darlin’.” he picked you up by the backs of your thighs and you wrapped your legs around him. the pads of frank’s finger tips dug into your flesh and a warmth spread throughout you. “those fuckin’ legs.”
you would’ve giggled, but you were too consumed with the very touch of frank to even care. you pulled at his shirt and threw it over his head, sad to break the kiss for even a second. you immediately went to his neck and began to nip at the thick skin, causing a growl to rumble in the deepest parts of his rib cage.
“y’drive me fuckin’ crazy,” he grunted. “sweetest fuckin’ kisses.”
“oh, frank…” you moaned against his neck before he threw you onto the bed. you turned over onto your back to face him. he locked eyes with you as he stood over you, muscles naturally flexed as he undid his belt. your mouth watered at the sight of the fucking man before you, taking off his belt for only you. the way his shoulders, pectorals, and arms worked in the dim light of your room… that man would be the death of you. you hissed, “you’re such a tease.”
he smirked at that, throwing the belt somewhere in the distance. “think you’ve just never been with a real man before,” he replied, before engulfing you into another kiss.
frank’s hand dipped into your shorts and immediately went for your slit. your body fucking sang at finally being touched the way you needed to be as you arched your back into frank, his chest pressed against yours. when frank began to run rough circles around your clit, nothing could hold back your moans or him swallowing them whole.
“only took off my belt, and this is how wet you get?” he asked, biting down on your neck. his long, thick middle finger dipped inside of you as his thumb worked at your clit. he tapped against your upper wall and you keened into his touch, whimpering his name. “now i know it’s the men before me. barely doing a fuckin’ thing and i’ve got you like this.”
you nodded pathetically, just wanting him to continue. “it feels so good,” you gasped, bucking your hips into his hand. “please, please — don’t stop, frank.”
he leaned over and pressed his chest against yours before his lips found your neck once more. his kisses were wet and sloppy, and there was nothing better than feeling the weight of a strong man above you working at your needy pussy. his rough movements against your sensitive skin were sending you into a frenzy as if nothing mattered in the world besides frank — your world started and ended there. your body felt hot — steaming from everything this man was doing for you with barely any effort. your whimpers and gasps fueled frank’s movements as if he couldn’t get enough of them.
“such a good girl f’me,” he said before he bit down on your neck and kissed the spot. “y’get so worked up, i want to see what it’s like when you fall apart.”
“i’m so close, frank…” your voice was hoarse and full of lust, and you were about to break any moment.
“that’s it, baby, yeah,” he spoke, slipping a second finger inside of you. “cum all over these fingers baby. let me taste you after.”
“fuck, fuck, fuck —!”
your world came crashing down onto you. your strength was no match for frank’s, but with the way your back arched and body curled into him, your chests both rose off the bed. he wrapped a strong arm underneath the curve of your back as you fucking sobbed his name, holding you to him and supporting your weight.
“that’s it, darlin’,” he grunted against your ear. “yeah — that’s it. keep cumming for me, fuck…”
your hands grabbed at his thick biceps and you grew lost in his movements against the most sensitive parts of you that never ceased. your hips were rolling in circles with his fingers and your vision went hazy.
“so beautiful like this f’me,” he groaned. “might be mean and not let you stop.”
“fuck, frank,” you cried, whimpering for him. your body fell limp against his arm, and he lowered your bodies back down to the bed. during your comedown, frank kissed at your neck as his free hand ran up and down your body. his other hand continued to rub against your pussy and it was driving you fucking crazy. “let me ride you — please.”
your voice was full of desperation, and frank smirked down at you. he slipped his fingers out of you and rolled off of you onto the bed. you tugged his pants down to his thighs, not wanting to waste any time. you were so greedy, but he didn’t care. he smirked as he watched you pull down your tiny shorts. you straddled him, pressing his chest to yours, as you sank down onto his thick cock.
“my fucking god —“ you gasped, your pussy stretching around him.
frank immediately grabbed your throat and you sucked in a sharp breath at the sight. he placed the tips of his fingers in his mouth, and tasted your juices that remained on his skin. there you were, impaled on his cock, hovering over him as you watched the most sensual thing you had ever seen him do. his dark eyes were locked on yours, but your lips parted as you watched him taste you. only a smirk remained on his lips.
“sweetest fuckin’ pussy i’ve ever tasted,” he spoke. “now show me how she rides me.”
he roughly pushed you upwards so you stood up straight. the angle made a whimper leave your lips, as he was now fully inside of you and the deepest anyone has ever been. you planted a limp hand on his stomach, and began to roll your hips against his.
his calloused hands found your hips as he threw his head back against the bed. the tendons in his neck were on full display as he stretched his head back as far as he could. the pleasure he felt was spreading all throughout his body, and he couldn’t help but go taut at the feeling. you watched his mouth fall agape and his eyes close as a moan pushed passed his lips.
the pads of his fingers dug into your hips and pushed you forward and back. even his fingers were strong and had control over you, and you couldn’t help but willingly give everything over to him. your whines filled the room, getting lost in your own pleasure with him. there was nothing like the sight of being thrown into vulnerable pleasure with the man under you, succumbing to your touch.
“fuckin’ god —“ he moaned, raising his head back up to keep his eyes locked on where your bodies connected. “never felt so fuckin’ good.”
his hoarse voice caused you to move faster as you ground your hips against his. his hands were rough and desperate as they pulled you up, down, back and forth — until you didn’t know which way was anything. all you knew were the directions of frank’s hands, and you followed in suit as he dragged you down another road of ecstasy.
“greedy fuckin’ pussy,” he groaned. “never enough for her, huh? needs more, even after what i did?”
“yes, yes,” you whimpered pathetically. “your cock feels so good, frank. so fucking good.”
“yeah, darlin’, that’s it,” he grunted, brown scrunching together. “such a good fuckin’ girl f’me.”
“fuck, frank — don’t say that,” you cried loudly, biting your lip. “feels too good when you say that — i can’t cum yet.”
he immediately reached for your neck and pulled you down to him. you gasped at his rough touch, but your hips never stopped. he bent his knees so your ass could bounce off of them, giving you more leverage. his cock curled deeper into you, hitting your cervix.
“oh my — god —“ you sobbed so close to his lips.
“nah, baby, that’s not how this works — you’re gonna take everything fuckin’ i give you,” he grunted. “i know y’want to be a good girl f’me, yeah?”
“yeah, yeah, yes —“ you were incoherent at this point, ready to tell frank anything he wanted to hear as he bucked his hips into yours. “frank, i’m so close — how —“
“love a needy pussy like this,” he spoke, pulling you closer by the throat for a kiss. “you gonna be good to me? you gonna cum around my cock?”
“fuck, yes —“ you sobbed. “i want you to cum with me, baby, fill me up.”
that set him off. he rolled both of you over before you even knew what was happening. he had you pressed against the bed, hand still around your throat. you grabbed at his arm, loving having the feeling of his strong muscles hold you down. you wrapped your legs around his back as he threw his hips into you. over, and over, he drove himself inside you.
“dirty fuckin’ girl,” he growled, biting down on the skin of where your neck and shoulder met.
that was it. that was how you crumbled a second time for frank that evening.
you fucking wailed his name.
you grabbed at every part of him you could, struggling to hold on for dear life. your body shook with convulsions as your pussy tightened around him, locking his cock in place. nothing could stop his strong hips as they continued to rut into you — riding out your second orgasm of that evening.
you fell back against the bed, fucked out and gasping for air pathetically. frank pressed several kisses to your neck before he stood up on his knees, leaving your weak body below him. you pushed yourself to your elbows with whatever strength you could muster. frank grabbed you by the hips and you watched him slam his hips into yours.
you watched his forehead scrunch as his mouth fell agape. his chin was almost tucked to his neck as his eyes never left where his cock fucked into you.
“use me just like that, baby,” you cried. “i want your cum inside me.”
his strong, trim body went taut as his orgasm hit him, and you watched hungrily as the man before you fell vulnerable to the only pleasure he could allow himself these days. you watched as his conscious mind slipped further and further into the sensation until every ounce of stress and exhaustion left his face. you couldn’t help but bite your lip in pride and satisfaction — knowing that you will never see a more beautiful sight like frank castle using your body to get off.
you fucking loved selfish men.
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DO YOU SEE WHAT I MEAN NOW EVERYONE GO WATCH THIS SCENE -L xox
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actualhumantrashcan · 6 months
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I can understand a silly workplace comedy about pirates not being everyone’s jam but I really can’t understand the amount of queer people I see hating on ofmd.
like for one thing most of the debates turn into gatekeeping queerness (which I think has a lot more to do with the ages of the main couples than actual concerns about authentic representation but that’s another post) and the rest are just hateful because it doesn’t directly name or label it’s queer characters but like why do we need that at this point?? listen I love heartstopper with all my heart but it is exhausting to watch them explain queer identities sometimes (even though I do think it’s super useful for younger audiences I’m just not the target demographic!) and ofmd is an explicit, violent, adult show that doesn’t NEED to explain it’s character’s identities.
queer people past their 30’s are usually very well aware of their queerness and have had (hopefully) plenty of time to go through the arc of discovering that. so why would we need to see Stede or Lucius or Ed going through turmoil because they’re attracted to men when they have already come to terms with that at this point in their lives?? i for one find it so fucking refreshing to watch a show where the characters being queer is not their main arc, they just ARE queer and life is still happening to and around them. maybe that’s just the millennial gay in me talking, but it gets emotionally exhaustive to watch show after show where the queer character’s arc is overcoming homophobia. yes obviously homophobia still exists and yes obviously if ofmd was trying to be historically accurate these characters would be living in a very dangerous time to be queer but it isn’t trying to be accurate!! it’s trying to be fun and diverse and kind!!
and also, they aren’t pretending homophobia doesn’t exist!! it’s just addressed in a different way. Stede was emotionally abused by his father for his entire life for being “soft” and then was chased down by his homophobic childhood bullies, one of which explicitly told him that he “defiled” the great pirate Blackbeard by simply falling in love with the man behind that name. Meanwhile Ed was forced into the world of piracy at a young age and developed the entire persona of Blackbeard (who fits the toxic, violent masculine stereotype of the time) to hide the fact that he’s actually an incredibly sensitive and deeply queer man! and is told multiple times by male figures in his life that sex with other men is fine but it is absolutely unacceptable to be in love with a man. both of their arcs contain homophobic rhetoric that is still present in society today, but its never presented as a problem that they have to wrestle with. they don’t have to come to terms with what it means to love each other, they just have to overcome some trials that go along with the complicated lives they both lead as a pirate and former aristocrat. the homophobia in ofmd is woven into the backstory of each and every character, it shapes them into the people they are at the beginning of the show when all of their walls are up and they are performing the “pirate” roles they are supposed to play. and then we get to see them grow and realize that they are in a safe space, part of a community not just on the ship itself but in the life of piracy (which in the show is pretty much explicitly an allegory for queer lifestyles.)
anyway, I could rant about this all day but just truly why do we have to tear people down for enjoying something? why do we have to find reasons to hate something so obviously created with sensitivity to it’s queer audience and with so much queer joy? if historically inaccurate gay pirates going on silly adventures and falling in love are not your thing, fine! but perhaps just let people enjoy things and find your own things to enjoy.
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ellaswell · 9 months
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quick rant
spiderverse fandom, we need to talk. specifically those who ship chaipunk or punkflower and those who (violently) oppose those ships.
i ship pav and hobie with the genuine belief that they’re both of age. hobie is 17 and pavitr is 16. i dislike age gaps as much as the next person, so you can believe i’ve done my research, i’ve gotten into debates with several people, i’ve considered a lot of sources, both online and specifically what the spider verse books and people say. i’ve still ended up back at the conclusion that hobie is 17.
everyone claiming that hobie obviously looks older, he obviously acts older—how? i mean, he’s tall, and has a deep voice, and is less animated with his movements than the other spider-kids, but that doesn’t make him old and mature. that’s just his personality. i’m not the smartest, most educated person ever, but i like to think i’m not completely ignorant. if you automatically read him as older because of a couple of details like that, that seems like an issue with adultification. (but this hasn’t only been happening with hobie. miles is also being seen as older than he is. and don’t even get me started on the sexualization of miguel.)
another thing i’ve been thinking a lot about in regards to this debate: how it seems to only be targeted at queer ships. nobody had an issue with han and leia? kylo and rey? fucking peggy and steve? and if you wanna talk about older audiences shipping kids, what about stranger things? what about wednesday? but a handful of the fanbase proposes a headcanon where pav and hobie are boyfriends when hobie’s clearly under 18? y’all were weirdly silent when they teased something between gwen and hobie. it’s all mighty suspicious tbh.
i just wanted to put that out there—i, and basically everyone else in the ship fandoms, truly believe hobie is under 18. otherwise we wouldn’t be shipping him with pav or miles. i think i also just wanted to rant lol.
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skynapple · 9 days
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Hi! Sorry to bother you but could you tell us (me) the plot of Love and Deepspace? I've seen a lot of tiktoks and tumblr post about the main 3 💦voice lines💦 but now I'm really interested about the plot of the game. I've only read about a Caleb dying in an explosion, Zayne seeing mc die in every timeline (?) and Rafayel being a Lemurian but I still don't know the contexts. I'm asking because I can't spend money on the game so I have no idea. Thank you in advance!!!
*cracks knuckles* Alright Anon.
This story is SO, so rich and deep and I can't even begin to cover it but I will try to be as thorough yet brief as I can for people who are interested!
TL;DR:
In a futuristic earth, the audience plays as a new hero in a world of alien invaders. When a sudden tragedy occurs, the world is revealed to be far darker than previously thought, and evil forces seem to be at play behind the scenes. Seeking the truth, our protagonist begins to investigate on her own.
On the outside, the story is about a heroine's journey, and also the internal struggle in seeking revenge and how far she'll go to find answers.
It's really about time loops, alternate universes colliding, and how far will you go for the one you love.
I'm going JUST off the main plot here not the myths or too far into the side stories and trying to avoid the in-game jargon:
About the three love interests in order of proximity to her:
Zayne:
Her childhood friend Zayne is introduced early on as her primary care physician and cardiologist. They spent 8 years apart and only recently reconnected. At this point in the story, he is the one she's closest given that history.
He is outwardly stoic but cares deeply not only about the MC but about people in general. This is widely noted by the hospital staff and patients you encounter.
He has an ice power that he uses sparingly and it's currently unknown whether or not it's because he doesn't have total control over it or because it causes him pain or...?
Secretly good at random things like he studied how to peel an apple perfectly in one go
Is shown to be very thoughtful. Always keeps candy around for MC (and his patients!) (they both have a sweet tooth problem)
Speedran med school (he's 27 good God)
Was a combat medic before taking up his current hospital residency
Plot-wise: he knows the most about MC's heart disease and a little about the evil forces who might be seeking to capture her? To me its obvious he may know a lot more than he lets on but he might be withholding to protect her
Xavier:
Xavier is introduced as a mysterious fellow hunter and colleague who is very powerful. They have odd run-ins and she's initially suspicious of him until his employment and position are confirmed by her supervisor, who seems to trust him greatly. Xavier is very knowledgeable about the antagonist's group (Onychinus, lead by the antagonist named Sylus) and what they are seeking. Proximity wise, he's her work partner and upstairs neighbor but it's unclear how much MC trusts him yet in the current plot.
Many things hint to him having lived a long, long time but his age is unconfirmed (he has mentioned he's around 23)
Has a light superpower, in that he can weaponize and control rays of light. Can also teleport.
Is probably definitely an alien
Has a secret alter-ego as a superhero vigilante called "Lumiere"
Is often shown needing to sleep to recover energy and finding out why killed me dead
Obviously knows more than he lets on
He's a bit standoffish with MC at first but this is revealed to be because he can't let her know too much and it's made clear he's very protective of her and shows up often to rescue her
Has a playful "play dumb" side
Rafayel:
Rafayel is a renown artist who is currently living in the same city. He's introduced as somewhat rude and maybe even arrogant. Because of his wealth and popularity, he's targeted by no-gooders and the MC is sent to investigate. She ends up being coerced into being his personal bodyguard-for-hire, in exchange for some information. Rafayel, too, knows more than he lets on and its clear very quickly that he is no ordinary artist. At this point, while they are friendly it's clear that he might be the person she trusts the least (just because she knows the least about him at this point and it's so, so obvious he's hiding a lot).
His paintings are implied to have occasional hypnotic abilities
Is obsessed with the ocean
His special power is fire and it can't be put out by water
Is older than MC
Its revealed to the audience but not MC that he is a Lemurian from the ancient and long gone civilization under the sea (not actually a merman but can and does take the form of one)
Has a strange work partner that may or may not be related to Onychinus but either way he's definitely involved in the underworld somehow
Initially comes off bratty, whiny, and demanding, seemingly thinking only of himself. Overall very over-dramatic
Has a lot of faith in MC for seemingly having just "met her"
Lore-wise: his backstory is very, very deep, tragic, and intriguing where you learn the brattiness is somewhat of an act
The Myths:
Each love interest has an equivalent "mythical" story self, either long, long in the past, long in the future, or simply an alternate world altogether. There's no official word yet on whether they're all connected, or if the myths truly happened. The myths at least add layers and layers to the love interest's personalities and interactions with the MC, at least in showing their deep care and also how they conduct themselves in different circumstances. In each myth, the MC is known to either be romantically involved or wanting to be romantically involved with the corresponding love interest. In all of the myths, the MC has the same heart disease. All the myths have tragic endings.
Rafayel: a former sea god
Xavier: an immortal prince
Zayne: a cursed demigod
About the MC:
The version of her in the main story was adopted by her grandmother-like figure (but no confirmation of true relation) alongside her adoptive brother, Caleb. They fit into the mix for only a brief moment in the story and both die tragically early on in an explosion. This being the event that shakes her world and sets her off on her journey to seek truth of what secrets her grandmother may have been hiding.
Can reincarnate
She's shown to be headstrong, determined, diligent, and a little mischievous.
Her superpower is "resonance" which. I'm still... a little lost on what that means altogether. We do know that she can "connect" and "enhance" other things so in the gameplay by "resonating" with the love interests' powers she can enhance their abilities and make them stronger and maybe even mirror them(??). Don't quote me on this. Anytime she does something I'm like "okk?? I guess she can do that now??"
Her heart is Broken™️ in that she has some kind of disease that only exists in that world. Something struck her heart in a catastrophe when she was young and is now just... lodged itself in there.
Whatever is lodged in her heart is what the evil group (and literally everyone) is seeking.
It's somewhat obvious in the plot that her power is actually going to be crazy OP and strong and that "Only She Has The Power To Save Us All" type of trope
Has a mischievous side
When she wants something, come hell or highwater she's gonna get it
Currently does not have feelings for any of the love interests in the main plot
There you have it!
There's so many layers, so much to uncover, but the main plot is relatively simple so far. The gameplay is fun, and easy. Apparently its similar to Genshin Impact but I've never played that so I can't say!
There's a ton of content on Youtube so if you ever have more questions pls pls bother me I will be glad to send a link or explain more things! My brainrot is spinning so bad.
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vaderborn · 4 months
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Do you have any must read books for fans of obi wan? <3
first of all. I AM SO SORRY. i have no idea when you've sent this and if you're been waiting for ages for an answer! didn't get a notif or anything!
so. i'm gonna try and go chronologically. it's mostly gonna be sw legends because like i fr hate so much of the new canon. sw legends is like fanfic not all of it is good, most of it is bad but at least it feels like it's been written with heart. sw disney canon is like....it's bad but also heartless and infuriatingly twee (to me, anyway).
jedi apprentice series by dave wolverton & jude watson - this is a series for middle schoolers but like IT IS SO MUCH FUN. the relationship between qui-gon & obi-wan is incredibly interesting and REALLY MESSED UP. I MEAN, REALLY MESSED UP. reads like daphne du maurier's rebecca but for pre-schoolers. obi-wan's both HILARIOUS and heartbreaking in it too, there's such good balance between obi-wan being his trademark lil bitch but also really sweet.
a disappointment right of the bat while xanathos is the more gifted, lost firstborn heir is....so formative, the way obi-wan navigates between desperately trying to please both the jedi council & his master, his side-piece, and dealing with the consequences of qui-gon almost absent-mindedly picking up strays *foreshadowing foreshadowing foreshadowing*
confessions of a boywife master & apprentice by claudia grey. it's so rich. qui-gon really makes for a fascinating character in this and it's really well done despite it being simply written. he's compassionate, aware of actual material injustice rather than just the concept, jedi's own removal from ordinary people they ought to be helping, he's cruel and neglectful that he disguises with the jedi code. you know how no one's got more red flags than a leftist man? like he's read marx but he's never shined a boot or washed dishes and it shows. obi-wan's boywife-neglected ward- unpaid intern energy is off the charts. experiences perils of girlhood from a turn of the century novel somehow. he's learned a whole ass ancient language to bond with qui-gon, does all the man's research and still keeps getting dumped at every opportunity 🤣 he needs to call his union rep!
qui-gon *contemptuously*: uh. you're just like your mother (the jedi council).
i would also recommend the fic by @luvvewan set in the M&A timeline because i have it permanently etched on the brain.
padawan by kiersten white - i'm aware i'm not the target audience for this but MY GOD is the writing atrocious, but i do think it does very much continue in the vein of the previous prequel legend novels i mentioned in terms of characterisation so it gets brownie points for deadbeat dad qui-gon & touched by the tism obi-wan. he's just such a wells-for-boys kinda child, it's hilarious. even has a joan of arc phase or well the closest thing to it.
the phantom menace by terry brooks - to be honest this one is very skippable but i would highly recommend it for BABYKIN!!!! obi-wan's a lil shit here too he's such a cringe rich boy i wanna beat him up with a rolled up newspaper.
rogue planet by greg bear - A MUST READ!!! A MUST READ!!! i'm gonna be real with you chief i don't live in the star wars universe i live in the rogue planet universe. i knew this book had somewhat of a cult status and it's so so deserved. i could not tell you what the plot of it is but the characterisation AYYY MAAAAROOOOON the characterisation. wee anakin BREAKS MY HEART, obi-wan BREAKS MY HEART, he's meant to be 28 but feels 15, is so SO lost, has such incredibly compelling (to me, at least) relationship with gender and my extremely niche transfem obi-wan reading lives in my head rentfree thanks to mr bear. rip. wish he wrote more sw novels.
jedi quest by jude watson - again, a MUST READ, for me. much like jedi apprentice these are for middle schoolers but they're so much fun and the characterisation to me is like THE characterisation i have in my head when i think of those characters, they're so enjoyable and their relationship in these novels truly has me by the balls. it's tragic, it's so full of love, obi-wan & anakin make each other worse and they make each other better. save me characters with identity issues, save me.
the approaching storm by alan dean foster - so much fun, great portrayal of temple life, love bariss & luminara, love anakin and above all love obi-wan who's both mischievous and nursing at least 5 stress ulcers. he likes splashing around in the pool, bless him.
attack of the clones by r. a. salvatore - ....largely skippable but worth it for that one line (no spoilies!)
the cestus deception by steven barnes - when he said sith lords are his speciality he didn't mean fighting.
wild space + gambit: siege + gambit: stealth by karen miller - reads like a mid fanfic but it's a star wars novel we're talking about so. LOVE the characterisation for both anakin and obi-wan in here, they're so messed up, the mommy issues, the teacher/former student tension as they find a more egalitarian dynamic, the all consuming toxic love and jealousy on both parts is so delicios, but obi-wan & bail as well obi-wan's catfights with padme are definitely the highlight for me. GET HIS ASS, PADME!
labyrinth of evil by james luceno - hilariously i think this novel is quite controversial in the fandom?ironically it's what got me to read it. i really enjoyed it, it's not like groundbreaking but i think luceno keeps the characterisation quite consistent, it's really interesting to watch anakin & obi-wan's relationship mature and change, you can hear the echos of jedi quest in there which is just soooooo! the famous "infinite sadness" line is from this novel btw.
brotherhood by mike chen - it's the new version of the same story covered by labyrinth of evil and like ....it's the poorer for it, the way a lot of re-writes are. i do enjoy mike chen's short stories written for the star wars anthologies so i was quite excited to read it but ultimately it's quite disappointing. i do enjoy obi-wan's characterisation here and i love all the scenes where anakin teases him for his mullet 😂 and them re-defining their master/apprentice is quite well done. hate everything else especially this weird ass shit with mace windu, fuck that.
revenge of the sith by matthew stover - THE BIBLE! honestly another "cult classic" so to speak and worth it. minus points for how stover writes padme (*deep sigh*), but it is an exceptionally written novel. great characterisation and inner lives for both obi-wan & anakin, beautifully written prose.
lone wolf by abel pena - it's not the best but it's very short and has INCREDIBLY PRECIOUS OBI-WAN & BABY LUKE MOMENTS.
kenobi by j.j. miller - ABSOLUTELY BELTER!!!! beautifully written and just a great collection of stories centering on obi-wan's self imposed exile on tatooine, very early christian saints vibe. oddly...just as horny but like SUBTEXTUALLY SO.
i hear that the last of the jedi & secret of the jedi by jude watson are also great but i've not read them yet so i can't give my honest opinion. i would trust jude watson with my life tho.
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orange-artist · 10 months
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Brainworms: Sabo x Yonji
Hello little people in my phone. Today I bring you new update in the Good!Yonji AU (AU where Yonji defects from Germa at age 15 after learning about Emotions and starts a clothing store instead. more here)
Woke up this morning and my brain said to me "you know what would be funny? Putting Sabo and Good!Yonji into a room together." AKA Orange talks herself into another rarepair
Apparently, the conclusion my brain came to was that they would kiss. I presented the thought to my little buddies, @nosongunsung11 (rubber duck and feedback loop) and @courfeyracs-swordcane (hypeman) and the idea devolved and now I just ship them whole heartedly.
Let me present too you my newest agenda, Yonji x Sabo. (Target audience: 5) I will give yall the elevator pitch, but this is the longest elevator ride of your life and the music is terrible. Strap in.
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Okay, SO- Yonji is a fashion nerd right? And one day, a tall, blonde, hot and most perfectly proportioned man walks into the store in an impeccably well kempt suit. The simp/artist genes kick in. Yonji wants to make a suit for this man so bad.
Yonji would just be a puddle in the floor like "please sir I will do anything. Let me make a suit for you."
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Then he find out this guy is a runaway noble? (Who ran away at age 5!) Who is now fighting the world government? (Second in command!) Has brothers he hasn't seen in 10 years and is rebuilding their relationship? Survived Trauma and is living it up now causing problems for people of power? Yonji is so far gone.
On the flip side, Sabo does not like Yonji at first. Thinks he's a hooligan. Tries to scare him off by using big words™️ but Yonji is also an ex-prince and is not intimidated but swoons harder because hot and smart? Holy shit. He is also peak autistic swag and deadass does not pick up on the fact that Sabo is trying to bully him. Also, Sabo is undercover.
Yonji does succeed in convincing Sabo to let him make a suit and they end up becoming buddies. (They both have brother complexes and the other reminds them of the brothers and its bad I hate it but it is true)
One day Yonji gets caught in a revs fight and Sabo's like "I need to protect this totally normal and helpless civilian who has nothing to do with this" and Yonji is like "holy shit, a chance to show off in front of the cool guy". Anyways cue both of them going feral and insane in a fight and Yonji, wiping blood from his hands with a handkerchief because he was raised as a prince and habits die hard looks over at Sabo and it like "Anyways that was fun, wanna grab coffee? Oh, I know some very good ways to get blood stain out of wool. :)"
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And Sabo realizes "something is deeply wrong with him and I dig it." Or as @nosongunsung11 puts it: "I can't see the simping working on Sabo what would Work is Yonji going fucking feral on a bunch of random marines"
They also get attached to the other on the basis of Yonji's AuDHD swag reminds Sabo of Luffy and and Sabo's blonde suited runaway energy reminds Yonji of Sanji. Both of these idiots have massive brother complexes and they are working on it-
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They're both stupid and have issues and it works. Anyways, Yonji ends up joining the revs.
He makes disguises. He also gets a fedora.
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Also more chances to be unhinged and feral.
Other things. Yonji is a big foodie and always wants to try everything on the menu but is unable to finish it and he's learned to Not Waste Food, however, Sabo already orders everything on a menu anyways so Yonji just takes a bite of everything.
The both carry around little notebook/sketchbooks, Sabo for his notes on random things and Yonji for his designs. Yonji is sometimes allowed to illustrate Sabo's notes.
Bonus: Sabo models for Yonji.
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(inspired by irl event of being an art student and sometimes you need your friend to do emergency weird poses)
Please give relinquish your opinions about this I need to know.
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Hey friend, I hope I can ask a favour from you. I’m a black non-binary lesbian going through a tough phase as Both of my parents are openly homophobic and transphobic. I've organised a crowdfunding to solicit for support to evacuate my home, it's been help for me. Please consider to donate to my pinned link on my profile if you can Reblog and share my pin post to reach a large audience with support . Anything helps at the moment.🙏❤️
Alright everyone, time for an impromptu lesson on how to spot scam asks!
The first sign that this message is a scam is honestly that someone is sending me this message at all, especially since I don't interact with the person enough to recognise their name. I'm sure that 99.9% of donation messages will be spam messages set up by accounts specifically designed to get money out of people, enough that I will delete these by default. I don't think I've ever had a genuine one. But if messages like this tug on your heartstrings enough to want to find out, let me show you how to do that.
The first warning sign is that I'm not following them. Maybe they're a longtime follower of my account though, and I might want to help them in that case, so to check that, I go to my account page, scroll down to the blog that was sent the message, and click on followers.
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There I can type in alicesgarcia's blog name in the search, to see if she's following me. But I don't have to because I can see that she's right at the top of my follower list. This is a bad sign--it means she's followed me recently. To check this, I go to my notes and filter for followers only.
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I left my ask notifications on too, and from this, I can see they actually sent me the ask BEFORE they followed me. Definitely a scam.
But let's say I want to go deeper. Maybe they're not my follower, but perhaps they are a genuine long-time tumblr user in a hard time--after all, they're a black non-binary lesbian with bigoted parents. That's all of my weak spots in one! I really want to support someone in that situation (Which, of course, I do, I'm on tumblr. This scam is highly targeted, and they s know what will get my sympathy).
So let's check out her blog. She's got a lot of posts, but they're all photo posts, which is another red flag. Though I'm scrolling and scrolling, most of the posts were made 1 day ago, with another big dump 5 days ago. There's a LOT of posts, too much to scroll through. This is deliberate, to make her look legit and discourage people from seeing the date of her first post. But by offsetting posts hundreds at a time (see address bar), I can find her first post.
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And there we go--their first post was made five days ago. Definite scam. These are all huge red flags, but you don't need every one of them to tell you it's a scam. Any single one of these should have given me enough doubt that I would just click the block button. New follower? Scam. New blog? Scam. Blog all one type of post? Scam. No interaction with other blogs? Scam. Even the fact that she was so vulnerable and marginalised is a huge warning sign (you're being targeted), as is the fact that her blog just doesn't make her feel like a real person.
Look for ALL of these things. A good scam might set up a blog a month in advance and make personalised posts to gain your trust, or get the login of an old blog and use their age to make them look legit. Keep digging, and keep making sure that what you're seeing tracks with this being a real person in genuine need.
And if you're going to signal boost, even if you're not donating your own money, PLEASE do these basic steps before you post or reblog. Let's protect each other from this.
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charmercharm3r · 1 year
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Overstay
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Requested (though I’ve lost the request and can’t find it so if the person who asked sees this, I hope you like it!)
Synopsis: Your photography job was getting boring, then came your next client.
warnings: smut, explicit sexual content, idol!chan, photographer!female reader, oral (m receiving), bit of ass slapping, praising, protected sex, nicknames, just a bit of work-after-hours fun
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Photography is a beautiful thing, you’d always thought, capturing life in real time and being able to share that. That passion for the art medium is what made you want to pursue photography as a career, never did you think you’d grow tired of it.
But people grow and start to fall out of love with the things they swore they’d never give up. You were working for a magazine company that generally focused on lifestyle and fashion, the target audience being young. That meant there were celebrity features every month to keep the magazine’s traction high.
You weren’t doing what you planned, capturing life and whatnot. No, instead you were photographing people that were put on a pedestal, some you’d come to realize after meeting weren’t remotely the same on camera as they were behind it. Some of the people you photographed weren’t worthy of their power to influence people, especially the audience your company sought after. Your hope for humanity had slowly begun to waver, growing tired of dealing with the same shallow, cold hearted people.
Until you met the model for this October’s issue. Bang Chan, you’d learned his name was. You didn’t really take the time to look into detail of the clients you were to work with after realizing they weren’t worth learning about. But your coworkers were just so excited he was going to be here, only having positive things to say about him that you couldn’t help but do a bit more research— in preparation, of course. 
A quick google search showed he was nothing if not incredibly well established. Self made and sincere, he seemed to hold so much weight on his shoulders, you wondered how he could be so young and so accomplished, for he was around the same age as you. Sure, both your careers were thriving, but aside from his immediate occupation as an idol, Chan has producer, lyricist, and a few other titles under his name. You? You were just a photographer who hated her job. 
The day of the cover shoot with Chan, you’d come in earlier than most to help set up as usual, making sure you had everything you needed. If Chan wasn’t comfortable, nobody working the set was. It was tradition for you to bring in some coffee for whoever was there earliest and another cup for the model, labeling it with his name and setting aside for when he arrived.
It couldn’t have been more than forty five minutes since you’d gotten to set when the door opened, walking in your client for the day. Alone. He was alone. Unusual, you’d thought, because generally there was an army of assistants and stylists following behind them.
His face was hidden beneath a hat and mask, dressed in an all black set of hoodie and gym shorts with just sandals on his feet. Your coworkers weren’t joking when they said he was humble, none of the other celebrities you’ve worked with ever came in with less than guns blazing. It was a shock to your professional system so early in the morning, to say the least.
He walked in with his head up high, looking for any signs that he was in the right place. It was sort of cute how he scanned the room like a lost puppy.
“Bang Chan?” You called out, setting your camera bag aside in exchange for greeting him properly. 
“That’s me,” he held up a hand, waving shyly.
The steps of your boots echoed throughout the concrete room, lack of bodies present only adding to the sound. The few employees that were here with you stopped to greet him as well, though going back to their work immediately.
When you reached him, you held out a hand for him to shake, to which he took politely. It was hard to ignore the difference in size of your hands, his much larger yet surprisingly gently to the touch. What was also hard to miss was how pretty his hands were, fingers long and slim and knuckles slightly bruised red. Perhaps he was just cold, or maybe he enjoyed a good work out. Would it be unprofessional of you to find out?
“I’m Y/N, head photographer. I appreciate the punctuality, but I don’t think we were expecting you until later?” Reluctantly, you let go of his grip, leading Chan towards the area where he could put his stuff and relax. Conveniently, it was also where you’d left your camera bag. 
“No, you’re right. I like to come in a bit earlier and get a feel for everything. Also get to know everyone I’m working with.” He was soft spoken, voice slightly groggy as if he’d just woken up.
Laughing and thanking him for his wonderful company so early in the morning, you offered him the traditional cup of iced coffee. “Oh, I don’t drink coffee,” his voice trailed off as if he truly felt bad. “Caffeine just doesn’t do much for me.”
“No worries. I’m sure you can give it to one of the interns when they arrive. They’re so excited to meet you, wouldn’t stop talking about it since we found out you were the one that’s gonna be on our cover.” You didn’t mean to out your employees like that, but something about Chan made talking just feel so easy, like you could say anything without judgment. 
The tips of Chan’s ears began to blush red, only noticing when he brought a hand up to thumb at the lobe of his earring. Cute, you thought.
“Ah, I see,” he shied away again, placing his bag on the table next to yours and pulling his hat tighter to his head.
“Don’t worry. I won’t let the vultures get you.” Placing a gentle hand on his bicep, you could feel him tense beneath the hoodie’s fabric.
Conversation with him flowed easily, Chan was a great conversationalist. Your hunch about being judgment free around him was right, for it seemed like Chan had a positive outlook on just about anything you’d said. He seemed like he was genuinely engaged and wanted to keep talking. The dimple in his cheek when he smiled was ever so endearing, you wanted to eat him up right then and there. For a moment, just as your hands brushed when the both of you moved to get more comfortable, you thought maybe he was a bit more interested in just the mundane conversation.
Though, there wasn’t much time to dwell on the slight rise in temperature in your cheeks, it was getting closer to when you’d both have to begin working. You’d explained the theme and idea you had in mind for the shoot, taking him towards the area you’d photograph him. The black backdrop was rather large, a deep red velvet couch in the very middle of it. The lighting setup was warm, not too yellow that would make the vibe more sultry rather than sunny. All the different outfit variations stylists put together were just a bit off to the side of the backdrop, mostly black and leather. “I thought we could take a more mature approach to this month’s shoot. But don’t feel pressured to do anything you don’t want to do,” you reassured him.
With a kind smile and thankful tone, Chan replied, “I never do.”
The shoot itself went smoothly, staff sprinkling various flower petals around Chan, who laid horizontally on his side towards the camera, and tossing them into the air as you took many different shots. Then, he asked for one of the light pink flowers, holding the stem and running the edge over his prettily painted red lips. Most of the shoot could’ve been rated PG until he did that, his eyes boring into yours as if he was looking for a reaction.
Chan sat up when you looked at him from over your camera, needing to see the image for yourself. He looked so comfortably sexy in all the right ways, an idea came to mind. “Could you take the jacket off? Just hang it off your shoulders,” you asked, trying to feign confidence that was wavering the longer he stared at you. 
He complied easily, corners of his lips peeking up and showing his dimples again while. After a moment of following your instructions, Chan stood, removing the jacket all together and slinging it over his shoulder. It took you by surprise how he started to pose by himself, movements fluid and natural. It made for some great shots. Then he placed the stem of the flower in his mouth, now free hand tucking under the hem of his tank top. You could see through your camera lense the bulge of his hand beneath the fabric, laying over his pectoral as the bottom rode up and exposed the plane of his stomach. It was like he knew you had to physically stop yourself from drooling, see him eye you like a hawk. Another devious smile played along his plump lips, mocking, toying from afar. A dull throbbing between your legs made you flex your abdomen, breath hitching. Bang Chan was humble, kind, genuine, and absolutely knew the effect he had on you.
The entirety of the rest of the shoot, you attempted to steer your mind back to work. Professional. You are a professional. A nice smile and cute dimples cannot and will not sway me, you thought again. 
Chan was as everyone talked about him. He spoke to everyone that worked with him, even the giddy interns, for a few minutes to thank them. But being with him for the shoot didn’t last very long after it was done, his manager trying to drag him out of the photo studio for his next schedule. 
You were attempting to seem indifferent about his leaving, eyes doing their best to focus on monitoring the pictures when Chan made his way to where you were sat. He stood behind you, placing one arm on the back and the other on the armrest of your chair, leaning over your shoulder. The warmth of his breath tickled your neck, indicating just how close he truly was. “Thank you,” he spoke softly, as if intended for your ears only.
It was hard to keep your cool when the smell of his cologne lingered in the air so deliciously. “Thank you, too. You’re a great model.” You gestured to the unedited pictures on the screen before you and smiled, only partially peering over your shoulder at him.
“Only because I had a great photographer.”
There was no missing the intentional flirtiness in his voice, not when his hand on the armrest was slowly creeping towards your forearm, fingertips only barely grazing your skin. Your gaze drifted from the screen to where he lingered, just watching. How he wasn’t fully touching you made the burning in your core light brighter, wanting nothing more than for him to take you fully into his embrace, engulf you in his brain hazing scent.
It was incredibly unprofessional, and could potentially end your career. Never had you ever thought of a client like this. Guess there’s a first time for everything.
The call of Chan’s name made you both snap your heads around, finding his manager beckoning for their departure and mentioning how he’d already overstayed his welcome. A deep sigh left his lips, and just as he was about to pull away, you grabbed his hand to stop him. “You’re always welcome here.”
A deep blush flushed his cheeks this time, trailing down his neck where his collar bones peaked out from beneath his shirt. It was dizzying to think that the shy, hard worker you’d met this morning was now feeling comfortable enough around you that he’d risk being late to his next schedule to stay and talk to you, not that you were complaining.
As badly as you wanted to act on your needs— the ones between your legs that’s been screaming for relief since the shoot started— your job wasn’t worth throwing away no matter how much you hated it. Meeting Chan today gave you the small taste of what you’d come to love about photography in the first place. So you let him leave with those few parting words, watching him saunter away with a cheeky grin and blushing skin.
Early to arrive, last to leave, as usual you stayed until all of the other employees decided to call it a night. It felt like there was just too much to do, you couldn’t go home even as the sun had set and the only light was coming from the other room. You’d taken to sitting on the prop couch where the shoot had taken place, laptop in your hands as you scrolled through the pictures of Chan. It was impossible to get him out of your head no matter how hard you tried, he was everywhere and there was nothing you could do to stop it.
Just as you were about to give up on work and close your laptop, the echoing of the door rang out. Footsteps grew closer to where you sat, but didn’t bother getting up. You’d thought it was just one of your coworkers coming back to help.
Then stepping into your line of vision, Chan peered around the corner. He was still dressed in the outfit he wore when he’d first come this morning, except instead of a hoodie, just a black shirt covered him. A tight black shirt.
“Oh? You’re still here?” He called out, waddling a bit closer before stopping and scratching his neck.
You held up your laptop, smiling sweetly. “What are you doing here?”
Chan awkwardly padded over to the table he’d initially left his stuff, grabbing a black lump of fabric. “Left this,” he laughed nervously. “Are you allowed to be here this late?”
“Are you allowed to be here at all?” The quick retort made him smile again, inching closer to the couch slowly.
“I generally don’t have places to be at midnight.” He stood at the end of the couch now, leaning onto the edge of it on his palms.
“It’s midnight?” The time truly awoke you now, eyes widening and looking at the clock on your computer.
His exasperated laugh felt heavy in weight, tired and exhausted as Chan slumped into the other end of the couch. “I see you’re a workaholic, too.”
You sighed, running your hands through your hair. “There’s just so much that needs to be done and so little time to do it.”
“I get it. Today’s actually the first time in a while that it didn’t feel like I was at work.” Closing the laptop and placing it on the floor, you turned your full attention to him now.
Seeing your sudden enthusiasm, Chan shifted his body to face you as well, resting his arm over the back of the red couch. “Really? Why is that?” Your voice was playful, hinting almost as you unconsciously scooted closer to him. 
There was no one around to see you press your legs together, reminded by his scent of how Chan posed for you before. The slight peak of his abs you’d caught replayed in your head, the warmth of his hand on your skin before he left. There was no one but you and him, sitting so casually next to one another just having a friendly conversation about the stress of work. There was no one around to tell you not to shift and tuck your knees underneath you, almost leaning into Chan’s arm that was still resting between you two.
“This might be a bit weird but…” his voice trailed off again, looking at your face for anything telling him to stop talking. Except there was none, and he continued, “I feel comfortable… around you, I mean.”
“Yeah? I’m glad. You’re a lot more fun to work with than others, for sure.”
“How so?” Chan leaned in closer, pressing the topic of first impressions.
It wasn’t the question itself that made you nervous, moreso how he asked it, how he waited for you to answer. There was an expression on his face that implied he was expecting a certain answer. The air was wafting with tension, as was your core. If you kept silent any longer, you were sure Chan would think you didn’t want what he was sure to be implying. After all, he didn’t need to stay when he’d already gotten what he’d come back for. Right?
“I was surprised you don’t drink coffee.”
“I’ve got a lot of stamina,” the answer slipped from
his mouth, whether it was playful or intentful, you didn’t know but hoped for the latter.
With a grin of your own, “I don’t doubt it.”
“What else?” Chan was getting confident now, less of an embarrassing flush across his neck and more anticipation.
You pondered shallowly, making him wait for your response. “You’re funny.”
“Funny? That’s it?”
“Do you really need the stroke to your ego?” If you weren’t hyper aware of everything at the moment, you might not have caught the way his chest slightly puffed.
“Amongst other things.” Your head tilted as the grin Chan wore turned devious, tempting in how close in proximity he was becoming.
“You didn’t just come back for your jacket, did you?”
The air swirled thick with pheromones, prominent from your lower half. If it wasn’t seeping from your pores, it sure as hell was off of Chan. The first wave of arousal you’d felt earlier because of him was hitting again, stronger now that you had him all to yourself. He was practically radiating lust, the words he spoke sealing the final nail of your coffin of desire.
“Amongst other things,” he spoke slower now, every word punctuated and voice an octave lower as his breath fanned over your lips. How you didn’t notice exactly how close he was was beyond you, head foggy with need. 
Without needing any other signs, you leaned in and pressed your lips to his, finally getting to feel them. It was a soft kiss, just feeling out one another. His hand on the backrest of the couch came to cup your cheek, pulling you deeper into him as the kiss became hungrier. Chan all but moaned into you when you balled your fists into his shirt, tugging his body down.
Your bodies moved together seamlessly, finding it easy to undress one another and get you onto your knees before him without a hitch. However long you’d been repressing the aching in your cunt, it could wait a bit longer. Because now you were kneeling between his spread legs, gesturing for Chan to raise his hips so that you could tug down his tight underwear. As his cock, hot and heavy, slapped against his lower stomach, the sinful sight of him towering over you washed a fresh wave of arousal through your body, probably dripping down your leg and onto the floor with how badly you wanted him. Chan groaned at the feeling of your breath against his cock, letting his head fall back against the couch but still watching you through heavily lidded eyes. The natural scent of his skin made you dizzier than you already were, mouth watering at the prospect of being able to feel him.
Softly, you dragged your fingertips up the inside of his calves, towards his inner thighs teasingly as you brought your lips to the skin of his right one, kissing the flesh ever so lightly. Just the tip of your tongue dragged a wet streak from there to the base of his cock, not entirely letting yourself taste him. Another strained groan echoed from his chest, urging you to hurry no matter how much he enjoyed the warm teasing of your lips. 
When you finally took the tip into your mouth, Chan let out an unrestrained moan, guttural and oh so beautiful. You’d only taken in a little of his cock and he was already falling apart. Flattening your tongue against him, you swirled it around the tip and collected the beads of precum that leaked, swallowing it without pulling off. The suctioning feeling pulled a few more whines from him, feeling satisfied in sinful ways. 
His hips lightly kicked up, wanting you to take more of him. You slid down on him slowly, engraving the weight of his cock on your tongue into your brain. And when you came to the hilt, you teased him more by attempting to swallow once more, throat constricting tightly around his cock. The action made his hips rut up into you again, this time harder. 
Stilling for a moment to let him feel you, you pulled off and let your eyes slightly cross to watch the way your saliva connected your lips to his dick. To say it was one of the hottest things Chan had ever seen would’ve been short of a compliment, right next to how you gathered your hair into a ponytail and took one of his hands to replace yours.
Your eyes grew wider as your lips wrapped around him again, then jaw going slack when you put all control into his hands, placing your own behind your back. Chan moved his hips closer to the edge of the couch and experimentally raised them, but it wasn’t enough. To get him to move faster, you pushed over his hand to guide your head, encouraging him to lead.
Once he was given this unspoken permission, Chan began gently to push you down, taking him deeper. Just before you came to sheath him completely, he suddenly roughly shoved himself into you, causing you to gag and tears well in your eyes. Water pooled in your mouth at the intrusion, drooling out the corners of your lips.
���You take me so well. That’s it, good girl,” he said breathily. 
Chan held your hair tightly, hauling you off his cock to look into your eyes. A gentle hand came up to the side of your face and swiped away the saliva from
your lips. A wicked smirk twitched his lips before guiding you back down, keeping eye contact as you took him again. 
He used your mouth like it was just a hole to be filled, and to be fair, it was. It was exactly what you wanted. You could feel the stress this man carried in the way he kept your hair in an iron locked grip, positioning you perfectly so he could thrust up and your lips meet his pelvis half way to deep throat. How sexy he looked from your position, manspreading and lightly sweaty as he seeked his high. The sound of you gagging on his cock, hitting your uvula with every upstroke, Chan’s abs contracted tightly, so close. You knew this,
growing impatient and more desperate and whining for him to abuse your pussy just as well. Three more harsh, deep thrusts and he pulled you up for air, taking rapid puffs of oxygen. Laughter echoed in your ears, his laughter watching you blink away your tears.
“Pretty girl, c’mere,” Chan reached for your arms and pulled your already weak body into his lap while simultaneously reaching for his wallet. Pulling out a condom, he ripped the foil packaging quickly and rolled it onto his cock in zero time. As badly as you wanted to slick up and down him, seeing as how he was just as ready as you, you waited, waited for him to tell you you could.
Biting your swollen lip, you pleaded with your glistening eyes for him to say yes. “Oh, you really are good, hm? Waiting for me to give you permission?” You nodded weakly, placing your hands on his shoulders and lifting yourself to sit higher. It felt natural to kiss him again, slotting your wet lips against his, let him taste himself.
Your hands wandered his body needier, like you couldn’t get enough of the way his skin felt beneath your fingers. No, you couldn’t. There was no way for it to feel like he could ever engulf you the way you wanted.
“Go ahead, baby girl. Use me. I know how badly you want to.” Upon his approval, you leaned into his lips again though not pressing fully against them, waiting until you stood his cock straight and sunk onto it slowly. Just as you did, you swallowed every one of his moans with the kiss, both your bodies buzzing in excitement and desperation. 
Clit coming into contact with the wet skin of his pelvis, the warmth of his skin sent shocks of electricity through you, wanting to rut against him. That feeling almost overrode the slight uncomfortable stretch of his cock, still adjusting to it. Chan’s hands came to run up and down your spine soothingly, he could feel the tender pulsing of your walls around him as you waited to move. A few more moments of sloppy, needy kisses, the friction against your clit started to feel more and more heavenly. 
“So big,” you murmured. Your hips began to swivel in circles, languid yet smoothly as you felt everything, everything down to the slight twitch as his abs constricted again. He kept your chest pressed against him, reluctant to let go as your fingers carded through his hair. For a bit longer you moved slow, but the need to feel the high was overwhelming.
Taking his hands from around your waist, you moved them down to rest against your ass to which Chan took handfuls of happily. With your own hands planted on his shoulders, you sped up, pressing your clit harder into his pelvis and his cock deeper into your cunt. It felt wonderful for a bit, but not quite enough. Instead you reached back and rested your palms onto his knees and flicked your hips in upwards motions, hoping to replicate that of a scooting movement. Your moans started to pick up, body moving animalistically as you found the sensation you were looking for.
Tingling took over your legs, the sound of your arousal lewdly bouncing off the concrete walls of the photo studio and the warm lighting coming from the other room made Chan look all the more alluring. As if he couldn’t have gotten any hotter, his mouth slightly parted and his hair was messy. A sweet blush took over his cheeks now, too, only barely visible like his blown out pupils. 
The more you whined in pleasure, the harder he gripped the flesh of your ass. As badly as you wanted to reach your high, it was getting harder to maintain a rhythm due to the soreness in your legs. You leaned forward and anchored onto his broad shoulder again, raising just your hips to smack back down into his. This made Chan moan out again, louder than he had all evening. 
“Fuck— just like that,” he groaned, burying his face in your neck and hair. “Ride me so well, take my cock like it’s meant for you.” His praise fueled you to move your hips faster, then he released your ass only to bring his hand down and leave a harsh slap. The sting made you ground your hips onto him hard, skin on skin echoing loudly. Chan grunted and sunk his teeth into the crook of your neck, as though he was holding back from being any louder.
Your walls constructed around him tightly, Chan was all but ready to blow. But no, he had to power through the intense pleasure. Though, your legs were growing tired, annoyed that you couldn’t use him the way you wanted.
“Lean forward,” Chan instructed as though he could hear your thoughts. Taking your ass into his hands again, he lifted you every so slightly and put your weight onto his shoulders. Just the tip of his cock stayed snug in your cunt. Keeping your hands laced in his hair, you held on, waiting for the impending fuck you’re about to endure. 
He adjusted his feet while you reattached your lips to his neck, eliciting a quiet whimper from him. Then, he testingly kicked his hips up, not sliding even half way in but the change in angle already had your eyes rolling back. At the small whine you made, it pleased Chan to know he could give it to you how he wanted.
He waited a few more seconds, but a few seconds too long because you wiggled your ass just a little, enough to make the head of his cock shift and rub your wet walls. “Fuck,” Chan cursed lowly, “impatient, are we?” His hand sent a few more taunting slaps to your ass before thrusting upwards without warning, filling you entirely. The sudden intrusion made you cry out, pleasurably so. 
Chan didn’t stop, he kept your ass cheeks spread and suspended in the air, the only reason you weren’t flying off his cock was because your hands were tangled in his hair. Truth be told, he loved the way you tugged it, the sting felt so good with how hard he was pummeling into you now. You didn’t have the mind to do anything but moan, the only coherent word from you spoken being his name. He wasn’t any better, so lost in your warm walls that he didn’t mind the feeling of your sweat mixing, also the scent of your skin messing with his head.
However, his grip began to falter and the need to feel you closer had his hands sliding around your torso again, keeping your chest pressed firmly against his. You were practically bouncing on his cock this way, ass rippling with every upstroke you met half way down, it made your moans jump and fall as well.
It was all in the angle, his cock brushing the inner part of your clit with every smack of his hips into yours. The coil in your gut strung tighter and tighter, so close to breaking. “Don’t stop— god, so big, ‘m so close. Please, don’t stop!” Your pleas came out in a higher pitch than intended, but that only made Chan continue his ministrations.
“Beg more, baby. How badly do you wanna cum?” His nails clawed into your back, probably leaving red marks to be reminisced later.
Another deep and hard thrust pushed the head of his cock into the spot that made your toes curl. “Please! So bad, need it so bad! Let me cum, please let me cum.”
“Fuck, you sound so pretty when you ask so sweetly,” his lips were practically glued to your collar bone, “cum for me, baby. Cum all over my cock.”
You loved the power he so easily has over you, simple commands slipping from his mouth making you want to do anything to please him. When he allowed, you lowered yourself just a little so that his thrusts became quicker and shallower, not pulling out completely and keeping you filled until the knot snapped. Just as you hit your peak, Chan stilled almost entirely, feeling your walls pulsing and keeping him so snug it was impossible to pull out anymore, like your cunt wanted to keep him there. And he wasn’t complaining one bit. The convulsion of your pussy practically milked him to completion into the condom alongside your own orgasm, to which it felt like lingered for minutes. 
Chan kept you tightly wrapped in his arms, sweaty and unmoving as the both of you caught your breath. It felt all too comfortable with him, much less professional and much more intimate. Though, intimate would be short in words based on the past hour you’d just spent together.
“Can I be honest?” He broke the simple silence, speaking quietly into your skin. You hummed for him to continue. “The taxi ride back here cost way more than the hoodie.” A short chuckle left your lips at his admittance. “What’s so funny, beautiful?” Chan asked, pulling away from his hiding spot in your neck so you could see the pretty flush of his cheeks, post orgasm glow suiting him well. 
“Your manager sure as hell isn’t letting you come back here, now.” He let out a laugh of his own, pulling you back into him and feeling his chest rumble.
“I won’t tell if you don’t. That is, as long as I haven’t overstayed my welcome.” 
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A/N: i’m finally done with midterms and have more time to write. to the person that requested this, i’m so sorry it took me so long! i also apologize i can’t find the ask for it, but i remember seeing enough of the description to write this!! pls forgive me :,)
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magicstar16 · 5 months
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Okay Okay Okay I just had a thought and I legally CANNOT sleep until I share it
Sooo Gooseworx has confirmed the ages of the humans in The Amazing Digital circus
Brace yourself, this is gonna be long.
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And she has also confirmed that Jax and Zooble were the youngest (With Zooble being half a year older)
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Now I read a theory on the WMG page of Tv tropes that theorized that Jax might have been a teenager or young adult (I believe this was written before the age confirmation but stay with me here) when he got trapped in the digital circus (They didn't say anything about Zooble but the same could be applied for them) But here's my thought:
What if Jax and Zooble got trapped in TADC as kids. Not teenagers, but ACTUAL CHILDREN.
Think about it, The Amazing Digital Circus has a lot of it's aesthetic and general inspiration taken from 90s/2000s kid's edutainment games, and signs are pointing it to TADC having even been that kind of game In-universe.
So here's my theory:
Jax and Zooble were the age of the TADC's target demographic when they played it (probably early to mid elementary school age). My guess on what lead to them to getting trapped is:
A: When in playtesting/test audience phase, Jax and Zooble were two children chosen by C&A to playtest the game and act as a test audience of sorts, when it turned out they were straight up trapped in there, C&A said "Oh shit, our test players are trapped" And tried to do as much damage control as possible until the game was finished They filled Jax and Zooble's heads with false promises of escape, but eventually they both realized that the company was lying through their teeth and they were never going to get out, whether or not the game was completed.
Or B (AKA the simpler answer) : The game was already released and Jax and Zooble played it as kids (Whether they played it on school computers or home computers IDK) and they got trapped.
If you want to connect some more red strings to this theory, it could provide a potential explanation as to why C&A is in the run-down state it is now. When finding Kid!Jax and Kid!Zooble's bodies collapsed and unresponsive, Their parents/teachers/guardians reported it, and the news spread like wildfire. (Excluding Queener, the other crossed out portraits could have been other children who played the game during it's heyday and got trapped). The incidents of children going comatose while playing TADC lead to lawsuit after lawsuit being thrown at C&A, until they eventually went bankrupt.
As for explaining their behavior, the theory is MUCH MUCH more loose, but you can see what I'm talking about if you squint. Jax is a snarker and a prankster, and Zooble is just moody in general, most people would associate that kind of behavior with misbehaving or "troubled" children. Gooseworx DID say that TADC would be "Like Toy Story but everyone is a jerk".
How Jax and Zooble currently act, while not exact, could be VERY close to how they acted as kids. Because they practically grew up in the digital circus, considering the kind of game The Amazing Digital Circus is, they didn't really grow up at all, they arguably didn't HAVE to.
So yeah basically Zooble and Jax are emotionally stunted, since Jax says the whole cast has been there for years, Zooble and Jax (or at least just Jax) are like That because as kids they were trapped in a world that wouldn't let them grow up.
I'm not saying this theory is correct, I mean, this theory is built on a little information and heavy speculation, if this theory were a building it would be sloppily held together by Duct tape and glitter glue. But I feel like I'm onto SOMETHING here.
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i feel like we’re finally at the age of information transparency on the internet that studio head execs are showing their own asses in an unprecendented way. like we all knew they were bigoted old farts who hate minorities and animation as a medium BUT now we have the entire hbo max tobacle, and that’s only the most obvious.
recently two tv shows for wings of fire and phoebe and her unicorn were cancelled– the first because of netflix budget cuts and the second because “nobody wants to watch a female-led show.” as for the latter, that’s so obviously not true that it’s laughable, what with basically every disney animated show being female-led and extremely popular incl. owl house and amphibia, legend of korra being revered rightfully for its badass queer woc main, the female-led infinity train seasons being just as popular as the male-led, my little pony getting a terrifying number of fans... i don’t even have to explain this to y’all i don’t know why i am, it’s just obvious that isn’t the case. the reason i lumped it in with wings of fire though is it shows that these execs literally have their heads so far up their own asses they don’t realize that they’re literally throwing away money. both wings of fire and phoebe are EXTREMELY popular with their target demographic– i work at a library and go to bookstores like, once a week, and wings of fire is THE kids’ series right now– every library and bookstore has a dedicated shelf just for it, every kid in the us and canada reads these gay lil dragon books. i don’t know much about phoebe but i do know that i have to shelf her graphic novels every goddamn day so they’re getting checked out constantly. making these shows would give these studios an immediate HUGE audience but they don’t want it because.......... ???? honestly the only thing i can think of is bias against animation, but also i do know that while WoF is very cishet in the first few books, later books add quite a few queer dragons and that could def be a reason. 
netflix also recently told craig mccracken, creator of some of the most beloved kids shows of the 2000s, that “original content doesn’t sell anymore” and they need to do reboots and remakes instead. which is funny coming from the company that made stranger things which, while nostalgia-bait for the 80s, is an original fucking story. also the owl house and amphibia are disney’s top shows rn. the most popular kids movie right now is encanto, a completely original story. and that’s just in KIDS MEDIA, do i need to bring up the popularity around everything everywhere all at once, squid game, the knives out franchise, etc? we’re in an age of remakes and reboots yeah but original stories can still make money and gain fans if you make a good fucking product. but netflix doesn’t care about that, as evidenced by how fast they cancelled first kill and also every other show that was good.
and idk what it is but something about the state of the internet right now means that we’re all seeing this in a way we hadn’t before. we’re all seeing how fucking dumb these execs are– well, dumb or actively malicious. or even trying to commit corporate suicide for some reason. it’s just interesting to me that all this is happening now when in the past we were just kinda like. stuck with whatever we got
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thebeesareback · 3 months
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Saltburn time
First and foremost, Rosamund Pike is Mother.
Secondly, I'd like to talk about Harry Potter in Saltburn. Allow me to preface this by confirming that JKR is an absolute shithead and can sit on a hot poker.
So throughout the summer, we see Felix, Venetia and Farleigh passing around a copy of the final Harry Potter book. It makes a huge amount of sense for them to read it! They're all in that strange stage of arrested development one forms at uni, because you're an adult living independently for most of the year, but then you come back to your parents' house and return to a teenage state. Surrounded by physical reminders of your childhood, you may well regress and re-engage with old media. I think many people have returned home and listened to CDs or flicked through forgotten video games. So there's a sense of nostalgia.
It also helps to ground Saltburn in the mid '00s. The hiddeous fashions are hilarious, the phones are bricks, and everyone was reading Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, the final installation in the saga. Given that Felix, Venetia and Farleigh are in their late teens/early 20s, it would make sense for them to have grown up reading those books. Again, I can't be the only person to interact with media I've "aged out" of because, well, I've invested so much in the series. I imagine a fair number of people who read the final book(s) weren't officially part of the target audience, but read it because they felt nostalgic or curious about how the story ended.
Finally, there are some obvious comparisons between Harry Potter and Saltburn. Both take place primarily in a beautiful old building and feature a character (Harry and Oliver) who wants to join a different world (magical/extreme wealth and status). You could also compare the characters of James Potter and Severus Snape with Felix and Oliver. You have the popular, desirable person, and then the jealous, slimy genius. There are classical allusions in Harry Potter and JKR actually read classics and French at Exeter uni. The joke about Cerberus, guardian of the underworld and terror of 11 year olds being named "Fluffy" is pretty hilarious. Farleigh reads English at Oxford, so he's going to get those references... even if he's not especially literate or into books.
Oliver, of course, doesn't read Harry Potter. It's too pedestrian and reminds him of the life he's trying to leave behind by cutting ties with his parents. Oliver is a total snob, and wouldn't deign to interact with anything like that. I don't really think Oliver even likes reading, to be honest. Do we ever see him with a book? He does it before uni and completes the reading list, yet when he mentions this to the professor, the professor is shocked. Then he ignores Oliver. Oliver only does things which he thinks will benefit him, other than when his sensory, animalistic, sexual desires finally come through. See - fucking the graves.
Anyway, you should watch Saltburn. It's excellent! Beautiful! The cast is gorgeous and talented! Everyone is psychotic!
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I have a question, do you do aged up characters for twst or are they out of the question? Because I feel like Azul and the Tweels would fit the monster fucking category so well…
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thank you for asking and wanting to know about my boundaries! the answer is no. aging up an underage character specifically to sexualize them for an adult audience does not bode well with me, at least for writing in this blog. don’t really have anything against people who do write for the other cast, or those who consume that content since that’s you. also not everyone who writes or reads the content is like late twenties, a lot of my followers actually tend to be nineteen or eighteen, and you’re not going to hear me scream about how wrong it is for an eighteen year old to be attracted to a fictional seventeen year old.
octavinelle does fit monsterfucking, but there’s still other nonhumans and aus. malleus, leona, lilia, chen’ya, fellow, and possibly crowley? there’s also just some sort of alternative plotline where they could be a monster. monsterfucking might add on in the future with a diverse cast added throughout events, considering how fellow was recently just added and he’s a fox beastman so there’s no need to really fret over the backlog of available characters.
unless the game canonically ages up their characters, will not be writing for those who aren’t third years, not even as something like dilfs at the moment. when the game decides that the characters are allowed to age, then eventually they can be written for x readers! i’m not against writing for the other cast generally as side characters or platonically but i high chance won’t considering my blog is definitely targeted, but i will probably write them romantically with specifically my own characters and not x reader that are their age and has nothing like that between them as that’s reserved for the adult characters on my little side project on ao3.
also working on getting a rollo x reader out today/tomorrow! we’re having our modem and router changed and fixed, apologies for technical difficulties! i also plan to actually post an uploading schedule soon, so that way i can both hold myself to writing, and have people aware of when i’m uploading since i do get a lot of dms/asks about my schedule or when will i do xyz, but i am a single person who has a job, a household to care for, from cooking to cleaning to caring for and going out and getting things, and writing is something i can only do when i’m available.
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Advance apology for the long ask in a likely sea of 'em. A lot of people talk about wishing they could experience something they love again for the first time, this series was genuinely as close to that as I've ever felt. Just given the span of time my attention flucuated on and off but once the latter half of s4/s5 began my attention was absolutely nailed to your feed. Its up with Dragon Ball Z Abridged as parody series that become so dramatically effective they become a valid or definitive way to experience the series. Goddamned sensational.
Your portrayals of the characters soar. They provide a hilarious, cruder take on each that still cuts right to the soul of who these people are and lays it bare, which I think is the mission of any good-natured parody. Adora, Catra, Glimmer, Scorpia, Bow, Prime etc. There is not one that does not shine. It tackled a ton of issues and misgivings I had about canon, and even elevated or clarified many scenes and arcs through addressing them a more direct fashion. You took full advantage of not having to dress up and dance around the dark subjects canon was sort of doomed to handle inadequately given its age bracket and thematic priorities. Many scenes were jawdropping. Ive raved about it before, but your scene with Glimmer actually talking about her mom with Catra still leaves me gobsmacked every time I reread it. Your big moments towards the finale btwn Adora and Catra are obviously sublime and tie their wonderful arc off fantastically, but in my heart of hearts that cell talk will be the crown jewel of this project. Loved seeing the LGBT message take center stage in way canon had to hold back. To paraphrase Tolkien, I'm can't count myself among those gifted people, and youve def got a target audience in mind, but if youve ever worried if your stories resonate on a quote unquote "more universal" level, I promise you can put those worries to bed. Since becoming an adult ive intentionally sought out more and more queer-inclusive/created stories and I havent regretted it a bit, and the rising tide of fascist sexist/homo/transphobic bile in politics gets more and more frightening. But I've also seen how strong and resilient LGBT people are in the face of it, empowering themselves in no small part thru stories like yours. Please don't ever give up on your art. The world needs artists like you. Sorry if I come off pretentious or condescending, I feel like that when I try to get everything I think out at once. I'll be among the first to come running if you ever start another project like this or make something on an even grander scale. Thank you a thousand times for this. Also writing a wholeass sitcom pilot based on an offhand quasi-joke I made is the most weirdly touching thing I think anyones ever done "for me" (at least nominally cuz of me), especially a stranger. So thank you for that too.
Aw, you'll make me cry, you know! I think you've understood everything I wanted to do with this strip (or at least, when I started thinking beyond just 'characters saying fuck'), and... yeah, it's been an incredible journey, both for the blog and for me personally.
I've always tried to keep the parody good-natured. You can often tell, particularly in parody, when the creator dislikes one particular character (I mean, Horde Prime was probably the exception here), but I love all of them, so it really comes from a place of love. It's quite odd because I never set out to "fix" the show, and I wouldn't want to, but some things I've done seem to have had such an impact that a lot of people think I have done just that.
The Glimmer/Catra conversation is absolutely one of my favourite things I've written from this. It's such a pivotal moment in both their stories and character development, and I am truly humbled that multiple people have called it 'better than canon'. Like... I'm just some person trying to be funny and occasionally serious, and people are saying something I wrote is better than what a team of experienced professional writers did? Give over, no... But it's still a moment I can be proud of.
I won't be stopping writing things. This whole blog has given me a new lease of life and something to aim towards. I've got an excellent pilot script pretty much finished, and I do want to bring Hellspawn up to that standard too (thank you for suggesting someone make a Sweary Frosta sitcom - I'm someone!). That may well involve a complete re-write, but I'll be sure to share it.
Thank you, from the bottom of my heart, for your kind words along the way. It really keeps me going :)
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Weekly Digimon Comic: Digimon Tamers - page 0
Heck yeah I'm gonna reuse the art from that one print I did in this comic! I'm dang proud of it!
But yeah, it's hard for me to fully express how much Tamers came along and hit me at JUST the perfect moment to dig itself deeeeeeep into my psyche. I was already a bit older than the target audience for both Pokemon and Digimon, but even if I wasn't, I'd probably still have imprinted HARD on the idea that my favorite show seemed to be growing up with me. Heck, if I hadn't been trying to conserve space in this comic, there would have been one more set of panels where Young Me is impressed by the very fact that 02 actually allowed the cast of Adventure to age at all. For dweebs desperate to prove they weren't kids anymore, yet still insisted on watching cartoons meant to sell toys to children, Tamers felt like an absolute godsend.
Also, I think the next comic is going to be "page 0.5" because I somehow have one MORE thing to get off my chest before digging into episode 1 directly. In fact, even after YEARS of doing this kind of thing, it's somehow only just occurred to me in the past week or two that I can just slap a ".5" on the end of a page number and do multiple comics on the same episode while still keeping the numbers MOSTLY in sync. And oh man, that's something it looks like I'll be doing a lot in the future. There's five more comics already up on Patreon and I only just finished watching episode TWO.
...and YOU could be reading all those comics right now if you became a patron! INCREDIBLY SUBTLE AND NATURAL PLUG! Conventional Wisdom / Patreon
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