#this is horribly written srry

[kaisfruit]

Hiiii loved your first first about kai!

Could I request a one shot or headcanon about each of the ninja and how they would pleasure a fem!reader pls?

How they pleasure you | All ninja x fem!reader headcanons

a/n: omg tysm for my first ask <3 this is like,,one of the few times ive ever written nsfw so!! i hope its okay :3 also im gonna leave out lloyd cuz ik technically he's an adult but idk it's still a bit weird imo warnings: nsfw under the cut (duh),cunnilingus (cole, zane, nya) , slight size kink mention in cole's part, degradation in kai's part, inappropriate usage of elemental ability (jay), umm thats all i can think of im srry if i missed anything ^^

Cole

Ugh idec he's a big guy. is that a collective hc that the whole fandom can agree on? i think so

def uses that size to his advantage when y'all are alone together

I'm talking like MANHANDLING

only if u ask tho cuz cmon we all know he is such a caring guy he would always take your wants and boundaries into account

okay, my horrible down bad size kink out of the way-

mans has a big appetite (wink wink)

goes down on you like no other. like, he treats your pussy like it's breakfast, lunch, dinner, AND DESSERT babes

there would be no breaks with him. i cant say this enough, but he is eating you out like a man starved

overstimulation bound to happen srry i dont make the rules

he would NOT ask for anything in return

this man is the biggest giver when it comes to sex oh my lorddd

you're in charge but like he is if you know what i mean?

like he does what he knows you love, but on his own terms

ur in the bed and he's just instantly pinning you down yk using that strength of his, spreading your legs as far as the can go, and boom diving in head first

srry i could fill up like 3 posts of just cole eating you out im that passionate abt this topic

Kai

Plays with your pleasure like it's a damn toy

This man is the biggest tease ever

Though, his teasing does lean a bit towards minor body worshipping bc he's just everywhere

Marking you up with hickeys wherever he can get his damn mouth

Hands? can barely keep track of their movements. One second they're playing with your tits the next he's two fingers deep in your pussy

Let's just say he's taking his time here just to make the actual sex feel absolutely amazing on your end

But rlly it gets him going seeing you all whiny beneath him at his never ending touches

it's a win-win if you think about it

THAT DAMN MOUTH.

kai is not the guy for u if ur not down for a bit of degradation because DAMN

he has to come second place to jay in the yapping awards bc he's always saying smthn during the act

he pays attention though. listens or feels your reactions to every filthy thing he whispers to you.

absolutely ruins u for anyone else. gl w this man yall <3

Zane

He is so damn PRECISE??

Like, how does he know exactly how to touch you in that spot in order to get that reaction?

LOVES i mean like absolutely LOVES fingering you

being able to watch you come undone on just his fingers? god it is everything to him

will also add his tongue into the mix bc even tho hes a robot he cannot get enough of ur taste

just so calculated w every movement

bro made sex into a science 😭😭

tells you how good you're doing for him, how perfect you look, etc.

loves praising you bc it's the honest truth of how he feels about you

tbh 50% of the pleasure he gives u is from the pure love u can feel with every slight touch, every kiss, everything

soft dom vibes iykwim

REFUSES to even try to get himself off if he hasnt attended to you first

also an extreme giver like

he would get rid of entire body parts if it meant making u feel even better during sex

okay thats hyperbole but like

this nindroid has so much love in his robot heart for u and he needs u to KNOWWWW

Nya

A GIRL'S GIRL U ALREADY KNOW WHAT IT IS

she has all of these boys BEAT when it comes to pleasuring u bc of her same gender advantage

her head will stay in between your legs until you are absolutely SCREAMING her name

that fact fills her with immense amounts of pride btw

i see her as giving u a good mix of gentle and rough touches that like come together to make the most intense feeling ever??? if that makes sense

she's so good w her mouth like,,,everywhere

her favorite place to have her mouth is on ur pussy ofc, but she could also give a vampire a run for their money with how attached to ur neck she is

marks litter your neck

she's so good at finding that one little sweet spot that makes your body squirm

tends to multitask as well

like if she's currently a knuckle deep in your hole then you can also probably find her mouth licking and sucking at one of your nipples

everything she does to you is just so confusing in the best way possible

Jay

everything with him is just so fast-paced

he barely gives you any time to catch your breath in between anything

just one thing after another with jay

it mostly comes from his overzealous nature

your body makes him feel like a kid in a candy store im not even gonna lie. there's so much he could be doing he doesn't even know where to start

constantly talking. what did you expect from the motormouth himself?

half of it's mumbles of how gorgeous or how breathtaking you are and the other half is just downright filthy

honestly that second part would be such a turn on cuz u wouldn't have expected it from jay

the first time he used his element on you it was an accident

he didn't even realized it happened at first. he felt you jolt at the sensation and his first instinct was to apologize instantly, but he never even had a chance as he felt how you clenched down on his fingers and the moan u let out would forever be ingrained in his brain

from that point on, he's constantly looking for the best opportunity to let the smallest current just give a little tingle to your skin

jay really knows how to keep things interesting <3

#ninjago x reader #ninjago #ninjago headcanons #kai x reader #jay walker x reader #nya x reader #cole x reader #zane x reader #zane julien #jay walker #nya smith #kai smith #cole brookstone #nya jiang #kai jiang #jay x reader #fem reader

[em0-alpaca]

after like over half a year or smth i finally finished him

meet Dante, the master of light!!! [srry for the bad english, i dont think ive ever written lore for any of my ocs lol]

HIS LORE IS STILL A WIP SO SOME THINGS MIGHT NOT WORK WITH CANON!! [i might miss some details, but thats because i dont wanna write too much]

plus in my au, Wu met Morro when the Elemental Alliance was created already and before Acronix and Krux betrayed them. [if.. thats not already canon lol, i dont keep up with when anything happened]

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THE PAST:

[12-16 y.o.]

- He was one of the most determined and challenging teenagers, training hard.

- Dante has been the youngest member of the Elemental Alliance, making him the main interest as every single elemental master trained him. [his parents went to a journey, leaving him with Wu ans Garmadon at the monastery and they never came back. no one knows what happened to them, although, that didnt effected him much as he was often left with Wu.]

- when Dante was 16 years old, Morro was taken in under the blonde man wings. At first he didnt like it, but after some time he grew warmer to the jet-black haired boy, taking him for a younger brother and training with him. He mightve gotten more protective over him.

- Dante, too, believed that Morro was the green ninja after Wu talked about it, encouraging him and and lifting his hopes up subconsiously. the rest of the story is obvious.. this was one of the moments that really affected him.

- as he watched the EA fall apart, he craved for more power to fight against evil and find his little brother. he was told his whole life that he should never take his power for granted as its one of the strongest elements, especially with him being exposed to the main source of light very often. Dante, on the other hand, couldnt really deal with others leaving.

HIS ABILITIES:

- can bend and materialize light into weapons [his weapon of choice were mostly his light blades, but anything dual wielded was fine for him].

- he could move at the speed of light, often did it to attack his enemies from suprise [not a stealthy ability as he leaves glowing bright lights behind him when using it].

- can flashbang others by either throwing a small light ball at their eyes or snapping his fingers.

- as hes pretty strong during sunny days, at night and on cloudy days he usually uses weapons from Wu. [that doesnt mean he cant use his elemental power, but during his youth his power wasnt so strong with absence of the sun. it only changed what weapons he uses though]

[18- 27y.o.?]

- one night after sneaking out to clear his mind, a strange figure approached him. it was a tall one, hidden under the black cloak. everyone knew who Dante was, so with no beating around the bush, the mysterious man gave him an offer in joining him. green haired boy declined his offer immediately, but after what he heard he was shocked.. the mysterious man told him that he would help him find his so-called younger brother.

- after making him believe he can erase the evil from all of the ninjago he joined the cult. They burned the mark on his face to officialy take him as their member, making him their leader. the longer he stayed with them, the more corrupted and brainwashed he was, turning him into their weapon. they formed a plan, making an elemental burst and trying to erase "the evil".

- one day, he started his journey to look for Morro, going for days and days into every part of Ninjago, only to find his cold body in the Cave of Despair. he grieved him for a good few hours before finding a field to bury him and let him rest in peace.

- his desire for ubspeakable strenght grew bigger, forcing him into trying to create artificial element of light and mixing it with his own. this, unfortunalety, worked horribly with his mental state and making him more of a villain. when he attacked the city once, Wu was devastated and tried to help him. this lead them to have a fight with Wu desparately trying to convince him and change his mind. Wu after that meeting tried to talk with other elemental masters to stop Dante.

- when the city got under Dantes control after the cult betrayed him and he fought with the new-built Elemental Alliance, he used the Elemental burst. unfortunately, his light element mixed with the artificial one made him fail to destroy anything other the city. this, made him half-blind and left him scarred on his limbs, losing his power.

- after that he finally snapped out of his sinister desires and managed to ran away unnoticed from the city somewhere far away.

PRESENT [WIP]:

[30↑]

- he lives far far away from the town and anyone else in a small cottage house out of shame.

- if necessary, he comes out of the house in disguise to buy some food. hes had various jobs already, but his bad eyesight [no glasses helped with his vision] he couldnt work in too many for too long.

- his elemental power was slowly recovering, but due to the fact that it was corrupted and mixed with the artificial one, it was infecting his body, making it age slower and weakening him over time.

- after so many years he started recieving money in his mail.. perhaps from someone with a kind heart?

- he tries to stay away from anyone with elements and people who couldve been a part of a terror he caused, especially away from Wu.

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ive been thinking of making another oc [his child] so for now im not planning on adding too much!!

im not really sure what to add to him in present Dante, but im up for any ideas. :) also i was too lazy to draw more doodles lol!

#tapeyart #my art #digital art #lego ninjago #ninjago #my oc #ninjago oc #ninjago fc #ninjago original character #lego ninjago fanart #ninjago morro #morro wu #ninjago fictional character #ninjago dante #ninjago oc: dante #lego ninjago oc #tapeyoc

[weixuldo]

Never Forgotten//

Vader x F!Reader/Ch 3

(A/N: finally some vader/ reader action!!! i know in my initial idea i had vader come out and recognize the reader right away…. but i wanted to add some extra angst, and allow for the story to progress more before that happens. also srry i’d palps is written horribly LMFAOOO)

You arrive on Mustafar and meet your new patient

Warnings: cursing, mention of depression, vivid depiction of vader’s injuries? choking, bad punctuation and grammar lol

H/C, E/C- hair color, eye color

Wc: 2032

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You had seen a lot over your years traveling systems, but this, this was something else.

The patient was not self sustainable outside of what sounded like a metal prison.

Lungs damaged beyond repair, breathing only by the help of a built in life support. Cybernetic limbs. All of them. Severe scarring from first degree burning by lava and fire. Vocal cords scorched and eyesight damaged.

Everyday was a living nightmare for this man and from what you read in the file, he was never provided alleviation treatments. He was never seen by an actual doctor, only droids. You felt intense emotion as you closed the folder.

How was this man surviving like this?

Who was there for him? Obviously not the emperor, how could he leave his own apprentice to endure this? You suddenly felt the urge to help this man on your own, you didn’t care if the empire commissioned you or not. You needed to provide some relief in this poor man’s life. You couldn’t imagine how it felt to be behind that mask.

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Vader greeted the Emperor as he arrived on Mustafar. His large frame bowed at the grotesque figure before him. Palpatine smiled and asked him to take a walk.

“Apprentice, I sense dread in you”

“My apologies, master. I am not keen on meeting this…medic”

Palpatine huffed out a laugh

“You would not dare defy me? would you?”

“Of course not master, I will remain civil for the empire.” Vader responded.

“Good. The physician I have found is knowledgeable in relief for extensive injuries.”

Palpatine wanted Vader in pain so he could control his dark apprentice, but he still needed him to be efficient.

“The physician is knowledgeable in the botanical realm as well, her work is like a marriage between botany and medicine, hence her name, the botanist”

Vader thought about how pathetic that was, the botanist? Was this person some kind of witch or magician? What a stupid title. This was a total waste of his time.

Palpatine halted for a moment, sensing something . “It seems they have arrived. We should make our way towards the throne room.”

“Of course, Master”, Vader replied.

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You were calculating the best course of treatment for the patient when you felt the vessel land.

Your heart began to race. You could die today.

If your work was deemed as incompetent, your neck could be snapped, you could be blasted to death be a squadron of storm troopers, you could meet the burning end of a lightsaber.

No. You would not fail. You would help your new patient just as you had done for so many others. You just needed to stay true to yourself and have confidence in your capabilities.

The officer from earlier sauntered into the seating area, “we have arrived.”

You took a deep breath, gathered your bag and the file, and stood to follow the officer.

Right outside the ship was a busy docking and landing pad. Imperial workers and troopers scattered among the large aircrafts. The floor was a rich obsidian and so was the entrance to the fortress. The officer you were following began to make their way towards the entrance. You caught up and observed your surroundings, most workers were busy, but every once and while an odd stare would fire your way.

You were led inside the palace and instructed to wait in this large throne room. After your long journey all you really wanted was to sleep. You hoped whoever it was you were waiting for would hurry up.

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Around an hour had passed since you first arrived in the room. Empire or not, it was just rude to be late. You guessed they wouldn’t be there soon so you opted to sit on the chilly floor.

Just as you had gotten comfortable the doors began to open. Oh great. Just your luck. Of course they’d come in the moment you sat down.

Jumping to your feet you were faced with A shriveled figure in dark robes, an entourage of stormtroopers, and…

Darth Vader.

He was larger than life. The photos and propaganda didn’t truly capture his size. You were so awe-struck you barely felt your airways closing.

Reaching for your neck you felt nothing there. You looked at the Sith Lords, the taller of the two holding a gloved hand out. You registered that he was the one blocking your oxygen supply. You grasped at the air around your throat, struggling to focus.

“Enough.”

You were instantly released, falling to the floor as you caught your breath.

“I thought you were to remain civil, Lord Vader.” The cloaked man spoke.

“She was out of line. She should be thanking me, since she wanted to sit so badly.”

You felt so angry.

so disrespected

so……embarrassed.

Steadying yourself, you rose to your feet. These men held great power, best if you just played nice. For now.

“My apologies, I was not sure if anyone was coming for me, and the trip left me tired.”

The cloaked figure spoke before Vader could. “Do not worry, my child. It is understandable”

That is not what you expected.

“You must forgive my apprentice. He forgets himself.”

His apprentice? No fucking way.

“You will not cause discomfort or harm to the physician, am I understood?” The last bit sounded more like a statement than a question.

Vader’s rhythmic breathing filled the silent room before he nodded.

“I will leave you two alone to discuss the treatment” the small man turned on his heel and left with the other troopers.

Treatment? Darth Vader, THE Darth Vader was your patient? Fuck.

You were left alone with the large man.

“I’m sorry for my insubordination” you said, some venom on your tongue. You expected the man to kill you then and there, instead he silently stood just staring at you. He seemed to be…studying you. Even through the dark lenses of his mask, you could feel his eyes on you. Staring into your soul.

“Are you going to kill me now or what?” You threw out, it might have just been the sleep deprivation, but you were feeling bold.

“As long as my master wills it, I am not to harm you” he finally spoke.

Thank the stars.

After another’s long pause of silence he spoke again.

“Are you the botanist?”

“Yes” you responded, still surprised that such powerful people knew of you.

“Pathetic.”

“Excuse me?”

“Your title.”

You huffed out a laugh, “coming from a guy named Darth vader. Like what even is that? At least my name had relevance to my career.”

Oh yeah, you were definitely clouded by fatigue.

He stormed over to you, emanating such rage.

“You will learn to shut that mouth of yours, medic.”

You were face to face with the box on his chest. You peered up at him through your lashes. You should be scared shitless, but something about him felt….familiar.

“Yes, M’lord” you responded

He backed up and let his shoulders relax just the tiniest bit.

There was something about you. He couldn’t quite place it, but he felt less compelled to end you than he did others. Anyone else and they would have been killed on the spot, Palatine or not, he would not stand for disrespect.

But you,

you stood up to him as if he were not an almighty Sith Lord, rather he was just a man. Some of him was intrigued by this. Though something else drew him to you.

You resembled her.

Not Padme,

her.

The girl from his childhood.

You stood as he continued to study you.

Between the journey, almost dying, and Darth Vader being your patient you felt as if your legs would give out any minute now.

“May I set my bag down, Lord?”

He nodded.

You groggily pushed the bag off of your shoulders and set it in front of your feet. The bag was worn, it had been with you since childhood. There were patched from systems you visited along with years worth of wear-and-tear. You could still remember toting it around with you as a child when it was bigger than you were.

Vader’s gaze shifted onto the old pack. He recognized the design, the style native to Tatooine.

“Who did you purchase that from?” He asked

Surprised he noticed your accessory.

You responded “I-I’m not sure? I’ve had it since I was a child.”

“It is from Tatooine.”

You were stunned he was able to point out the craft of the bag.

“Yes, Yes! It is! How did you know?” You asked, overexcited.

“The style.” Is all he offered in return.

You smiled at him, “have you been there?”

He debated answering your question, he shouldn’t feel obligated to answer you, but something inside him was pushing him to.

“Yes. I do not care for the planet’s excessive amount of sand.”

You giggled, “yeah, not very fun when its windy! I might be over sharing but I used to have a friend who hated the sand too”

Interesting. Could you be her? He had blocked out so many memories of his past. He was no longer the man who lived that life.

No.

It was impossible.

“Well that’s quite a coincidence. Anyways I’ve looked over your file and I’m still figuring out the best treatment, I should have a solid plan by tomorrow morning. Oh! And you can just call me “B” instead of that “pathetic” name” you laughed.

You were so bright. So compelling. There was no reason for you to be this friendly and frankly you were in no position to be speaking to him at all.

“That is acceptable” he retorted.

You smiled up at his mask, your eyes were so full of life. He hesitated before turning towards the door.

You tilted your head to the side, “My lord?”

He turned his head to the side, “Your chambers.”

“Right.”

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You followed him through the maze that was his fortress, presenting you to a small room with nothing but a cot, one dresser, and a bathroom. Not very welcoming. You bowed to your new patient and stepped inside.

“Thank y-“, You began as he closed the door on you.

So much for hospitality.

You dropped your bag onto the dresser and began to take off your clothes, hopefully a shower would soothe your mind.

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Your mind wandered as the warm water hit your back. How were you alive right now? Why did you behave like that? You were definitely out of line.

Embarrassed, you decided you would apologize and retain a more professional relationship with your new patient.

But something felt as if he was grateful for your casual, kind nature. But you were probably just fantasizing.

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F/N L/N

The more he thought about her the more he could picture her.

Kind Hearted, responsible, determined F/N.

Your beautiful H/C locks, your sweet voice, and your magnificent E/C eyes.

Yes, he came to love Padme, but her.

she had been there from the start.

In a way she was his first love, though he never acted on his urges (because he thought it was the right thing to do), in the back of his mind he always longed for her.

Once he left for Jedi training he forced himself to ignore his feelings for F/N. He had to dedicate himself to the council now. For the years between departing from Tatooine and meeting Padme again, unavoidable emptiness enveloped him. He'd been yearning for something he couldn’t have. He was yearning for her. The constant state of desire plagued him, so when he met Padme again, he latched on to her.

He did meet Padme on Tatooine.

His home.

Where she was.

In the moment he wanted someone to distract him, but he truly came to love Padme. She was his.

Hell, he loved her so much he turned to the dark side for her. Just for Padme to betray him.

(Even if he was the only one who saw it that way).

He fell into a depression, often sitting alone in his meditation chamber battling his inner demons. But today.

You.

That bag.

The unmistakable feeling of familiarity.

Could it be possible? Could you be her?

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(a/n: again i just wanted to say tyyy for reading!! and urg i hope this chapter was ok didjdndj)

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#darth vader x reader #darth vader x y/n #darth vader x you #darth vader fanfic #darth vader fic #vader x reader #vader #lord vader #sw vader #sw fic #sw darth vader #star wars x reader #star wars fanfiction #anakin needs a hug #sith anakin #sw anakin #anakin x reader #anakin x you #x y/n #star wars #never forgotten

[cool-persom]

"Picnic and tea parties"

[ k take note dis is my first ever fic I have written and this is probably horrible cause I have no experiences in writing so yea]

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It was a sunny day outside the warm and cool breeze and the Plains , " why was cinderella so bad at soccer?" , Artemis asked, I don't quite know may i ask why?", Mersia asked, " because she kept running away from the ball!" Artemis laughed and Mersias laughed whole heartedly finding the joke entertaining " My, how funny!" Mersia giggled seeing how much she smiled and loved Artemis was quite proud of herself like she achieved something and Artemis shortly realised she had a gift for her " hey I would like to give you something!" Exlaimed the little girl

The sentence made Mersia quite curious " and may I ask what it is?"

Artemis smiled quickly showing her a flower crown " tada!" She exclaimed which made Mersia widen her eyes and open her mouth a little of how shocked she no one ever gifted her something which was shocking to her she looked at the flower crown then to artemis with black tears threatening to come out " o- oh my.. thank you so..much , how sweet ..., what a kind little one you are" she said while wiping a tear off her eye while smiling

Which made artemis happy to know she liked her gift and made her happy

"Artemis, may u put it on for me?"

She asks while bending down a little which artremis gladly obliged and what she was told and gently placed the flower crown on her head

" do u like it tsi-tsi?" Artremis asks

" Indeed langga, i love it very much thank you" she then responds

Which made artemis happy and spin around with nothing but pure joy

Which was later on returned with a giggle

As they talk and chat around time slowly passes by and the sun setting

Leaving them both with the beautiful view of the Plains the skies and of course the beautiful sunlight

"The sunset is quite beautiful isn't it , Artemis?" Mersia asks

"It rlly is the sunset is soooo beautiful!" Artemis exclaims which made Mersia giggle softly

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It was now nighttime and artemis slowly opening her eyes which she finds herself tucked by a blanket and a small box beside her and her friend , Mersia gone without a trace which it makes it feel like she wasn't their all along ,of course she were their all along why couldn't she asked to herself

Which she saw her brother,Crescent running towards her with a worried and a frustrated look which which made her worried

"Artemis where have you been its late at night ,what have you've been doing all along why must you be so careless you've should've known what time you were coming and father is now frustrated at you?!

"Cresent I'm so srry i- I-"

She was later then cut off by her brother who was now grabbing her wrist and artemis quickly grabbed the small box beside her

A few hours has gone by as artemis

Who was looking at the box curiously and then to the blanket which was worn by Mersia as artemis questioned where her had gone to

Artemis grabbed the box and opened it to which she saw a pendant with a beautiful orange colour shimmering brightly and there was a little crocheted cat that looked quite Identical to her own

And then eyes landed on a little note

" happy belated birthday my dear artemis I'm so srry I couldn't give this to you on your birthday I was quite really busy I hope you could forgive me and could you believe your turned nine now your so grown now I'm so proud of how far you came - Love Mersia .

Artemis smiled reading the note as she hugged the note smiling and drifting off to sleep

[ bro this is so bad also this is pretty much based on a drawing a did yesterday so yea this is absolute crap]

Mersia belongs to me

Artemis belongs to @itzcherrybonbon

Cherry when I said I wanted to write a fic between these two I mean it

#Mersia #Artemis #thisissobad #justmersia and artemis bonding

[bonefall]

THE NIGHTHEART THING IS UPSETTING ME SM like fr Sparkpelt has BEEN a traditionalist all the way back in AVOS (SHE WANTED SKYCLAN KICKED OUT because she was familiar with it just being four clans at the time!) and yet the moment she acts the same in TBC people are literally all "YAS SHE REJECTED NIGHTHEART NOW I CAN SAY SORRELSTRIPE IS NIGHTHEART'S REAL MOTHER I'M TOTALLY NOT MISOGYNISTIC TOO" like BITCH did you NOT see how she was in AVOS this is NOT NEW! Srry I'm mad augh I hate whoever is giving the Erins this shit to write because they are the ones that are Nightheart Apologists about his POV to begin with x.x The fandom also sucks like don't these people not remember how characters are for 2 seconds or do they want to villianize Sparkpelt so bad because they hate her for not liking Night's name like the damn traditionalist she's been CHARACTERIZED to be before like bruh-

The discourse is gonna get worse it's already miserable, especially for someone like me who is a Sparkpelt stan. ;;.;;

I feel you. Some people have been absolutely vile about Sparkpelt, and some people are showing that they didn't really know her at all.

I'm frustrated by how there are parts of this fandom who can't imagine there being conflict without a clear 'right' and 'wrong' party, and the minute one person appears less reasonable (even if clearly written from a well-established biased pov), it means THE ERINS ARE WRITING HER TO BE HORRIBLE ON PURPOSE. THIS MUST BE TO MAKE NIGHTHEART SYMPATHETIC!! Then they ignore every detail about every character involved.

Yes Nightheart thinks he's being treated unfairly. River didn't stop existing though and you can go back and read every single discussion he has with his mother ending in a fiery argument.

Yes Sparkpelt is being unkind about his name. She's always been a traditionalist proud of her lineage and she picked names with Larksong before her kittens were even born. Nightheart has been shouting everyone down and, from her perspective, causing problems for no good reason.

I love both of them. I love this situation because I can see each other's sides. I enjoy being able to see situations and say "I see where they're coming from but that was unneeded" and "This person isn't wrong but they're not communicating properly." I love reading a tense conversation and dissecting it. I love how Sorrelstripe and Finchlight and Myrtlebloom complicate the situation.

They're not sacrificing poor, innocent Sparkpelt on an altar to make Nightheart look good. Not YET at least. Some people use "out of character" to mean "this character is acting in a way I don't like"

#This post is NOT about the meta argument that mothers are often used as cheap and easy blame in these books #There is a very strong argument to be made that she does fit into a pattern along with Lizardstripe Rainflower and Nightcloud #But this is specifically about the idea that Spark is out of character right now #Nightheart #I like him a lot but it's also tiring that we're only talking about him #It's consuming a lot of the really neat stuff happening to Frost and Sunbeam right now #ASC Spoilers #Warrior cats analysis

[kitttenteeth]

idk i kinda thought it was like himeno almost sleeping w denji but not nd then explaining why that wouldn’t have been right was meant 2 be a foil to how makima grooms denji the whole time But no ur probably right. we should never ever explore those topics nd anyone that isn’t ur sexualized waifu is a monster nd a horribly written character Lol srry for doubting u Tiktok user

[bunkernine]

i dont know why riordan made it so jo and emmie were coerced into leaving the hunters by artemis having an exclusionary policy against bi/lesbian women, instead of just that jo and emmie were tired of immortality and wanted to grow old together so they left the hunt of their own volition. i feel like thats the main problem with the hunters, but given that its written by a cishet man who definitely does not understand aro/ace identities and the split attraction model it isnt shocking :( but i feel like a lot of the other issues like neglecting female characters are less symptoms of the hunt and moreso underlying critiques of riordans writing; there are definitely instances of him neglecting to provide female characters perspectives when it wouldve been beneficial (an example i would use is thalia, we barely got any interaction between her and jason, and im sure there are many examples of female characters not getting their time, but its been a while since i read the books so i may be misremembering?) like the neglect of fem characters is far from isolated to the hunt.. anyway yeah i didnt like some aspects of how the hunt was handled but i dont think theres a problem with it specifically if that makes sense. its hard to tell where the problems with one aspect of a story end and when that problem being imbued into the writers perspective starts, but generally i think the hunters have good aspects to them, like i think even beyond inclusion of ace/aro identities having groups of demigods and people involved in the mythical world outside of CHB/CJ is really needed, the dynamic they provide with the more organized demigod camps is interesting, and i think they fit well into the rrverse. i think the themes they represent in thalia and reynas lives about responsibility and the weight of authority are interesting insights into their characters. ok thats all idk if any of this makes sense im sleepy srry for the paragraph

Oh boy

So. Ok. Sentence by sentence I guess. Agree with no need for exclusionary wlw rule. Think he was just going for the "no romance" at all, but idk, Artemis' tale in various myths would suggest otherwise when it came to wlw.

That exclusion only made a point in TDP, which is probably when Riordan thought about writing Piper and is post the development of other LGBT characters u know, Alex, Nico, Magnus, um... The others.... LOL. So idk why he did that. Maybe to provide some cushioning for Reyna?

Split Attraction Model is controversial. Idk why you want him to touch that too much, especially after fumbling with LGBT characters prior.

And Reyna being aroace was also controversial????? 😭 do we forget fandom history so quickly? I am not getting into that because 1, I don't care rn and 2, I don't care rn 💀💀💀 but like, it's not that simple to just say "Riordan doesn't know anything" when he's literally a writer who makes explicit choices. Have little opinion on Reyna and her sexuality.

Jason and Thalia see each other in TLH, MoA, and BoO. They see each other plenty considering that both of them barely know each other and have duties that they're resigned to during the end of the world 💀 but also it's mentioned that they have seen each other between TLH and MoA, however long that visit was. Don't really say that an issue considering the circumstances, there's only so many book pages, and there's only so many ways for Thalia to be relevant in a story that has little to do with her.

Thalia's a horrible example because she's literally not a main character in most books 😭 Riordan mostly mistreats love interests. Most of the girls in the series have strong moments and arcs, but are overshadowed by 1, the sheer amount of boys (which makes sense genre-wise and why Riordan even wrote PJO), and 2, fandom perception.

HOWEVER, I will not deny that girls get to be a back burner to other characters more often. Reyna would've been a good example post-BoO: giving her a POV slides her from secondary character to main, but then completely throws out of balance what her weight is compared to Nico, for instance, who is also given a main role in BoO, but has impacted the series more obviously. 😵‍💫 I highly disagree with them having POVs in BoO partially for that reason, and what it does to Frank and Hazel later, who now have less POVs despite playing a strong role in major events of BoO and the series. Sidelining main characters.

Rachel could possibly be another example, but Calypso would be a great example from her being in TDP and never showing up again 😀 But Reyna, Rachel, and Calypso a have in common that they are introduced as love interests.

But... None of this is relevant because the topic was about the hunters so that's for later. The Hunters aren't more inclusive of aro/ace ppl than any other group in series, but they are a nice group to join if a character is aro/ace. Reyna is the only one confirmed, and it would be helpful and appreciated if more characters could be confirmed. The hunters are just... Not in relationships at the current moment 😭 which anyone could be regardless if ur aroace or not.. as shown with jo and emmie

They do fit well as an alternate to the camps though, agree. It's amusing that they know about Waystation but never told anyone. They just actively go around hunting and fighting monsters???? Didn't understand why annabeth wasn't really interested but sure

For Thalia those themes are present when she joined the hunters. That is... Literally a whole thing. For Reyna they are not at all due to the Hunters! Those themes are only present because that was Reyna's whole thing!!! Her joining the hunters directly erases them 😭😭😭😭 Reyna is genuinely a character who lost potential by being thrown into the Hunters 😭😭😭 She could've been aro/ace even without them, it's so mind-boggling to put her in the Hunters. Like... Okay. She and Thalia were bonding throughout the series in the background. She didn't need to join the Hunters to talk to her friend 😭 It's so crazy especially next to Jason who deals with the same issues and themes but is allowed to just step out and go to boarding school. WHY WOULDN'T REYNA JUST JOIN THE AMAZONS????????? WHY WOULDN'T SHE JUST RETIRE????? Absolutely baffling. There are so many reasons why Thalia being a Hunter is a Meaningful Choice, and Reyna being a hunter is a Careless Choice.

Hope that captures everything, especially after the previous asks. Feel free to follow up ofc, always up for talks about things 👍

#asks #anon #the hunters

[6ad6ro]

let's talk about this idea of incels for a sec. i'm gonna do my best to not make a single insulting remark here. and i'm oversimplifying gender and sexuality like crazy since incels tend to be cis men. so anyways incels are ppl (men) who wanna have sex, but believe women just won't let them, right? they feel somehow their personalities make them incompatible with girls. okay.

most ppl? just view that rejection as a period of loneliness rather than defining themselves by it. when you grow up, you realise that most ppl want romantic partners. or at least an emotionally comparable variant. it's rly not hard to meet ppl. you just get out there. be nice n considerate. honest. accept things don't always work out and realise it's not the world against you. you just keep looking. meet people and let things happen naturally.

TLDR: incels are just toxic, extremist versions of the guys who used to bring up "friendzoning", and fz was never real. girls don't actually have an easier time dating than guys. it isn't women doing this to you, but rather the fault of patriarchy and the dudes in charge. you can change! just stop with this silliness because it's making things way worse for you!

i'm not particularly attractive, especially now that i'm older. i don't have a lot of money. i'm rly not interesting. i have a ton of personality baggage and flaws. hell, i'm agoraphobic and sorta like a western hikikomori. it's rly hard for me to meet people even online. and yet, when i DO get out there? i wind up in relationships or flings or flirty friendships. bc that's just how it works.

you have to meet ppl and develop a relationship to have... the physical parts of a relationship. life isn't porn. or harem anime. people have brains and feelings. and everybody has preferences. that person who you think is perfect for you? maybe they just weren't looking for someone like you. it isn't cruel of them to have their own opinions.

i mean honestly i don't think a single one of you incels would fuck just anybody. you guys have preferences too. are you sure if you didn’t open your eyes a bit wider that you couldn’t find someone? bc there are tons and tons of lonely ppl out there! the majority of ppl, actually. it's insane how many ppl are out there, right at this moment, who wish they had a sexual partner. go find them! be willing to have broader preferences! stop looking for someone who is "perfect" and look for someone who you can just be happy with!

okay so fine you say "well i'm ugly from societies standards". but... then why are you going after people who follow society's standards. as someone who constantly feels outcast in your life, shouldn’t that experience SHOW you that popular societal opinions are mostly frivolous? standards of beauty are fake? so if someone rejects you purely on that front (and this is a stretch bc everyone has valid personal pref), why isn't that a GOOD thing to you!? you aren't wasting your time on someone who harshly judges you based on unimportant things! you're filtering incompatible ppl out that way! it's all very natural.

okay lastly... i'm gonna bring up a part that could make me look bad. but i wanna be rly honest here. so women? do seem like they have an easier time meeting men. SEEM is the key word here, bc they actually don't. not really.

but girls who are willing to severely fall into the gender roles that patriarchal society forces upon them? yeah. they do. as long as they're fairly "attractive". and willing to spend a ton of time TRYING to be attractive. ESP if they're a bit aggressive themselves. thanks to awful patriarchy, typical gender roles have men chasing women like predators after prey. i won't get into ALL the extensive, rapey issues that involves bc that isn't my point here.

tho i mean how is that any different than a guy doing similar role stuff like "working out/making money/acting cool"?? if you really wanna meet the kinds of girls who fall into typical gender roles, you gotta do the same thing? i don't think this will make ppl happy... but if you wanna play games with ppl, you gotta play within the same dumb rules!

but back to my point, girls that let themselves be chased easily find themselves with guys more often. bc in patriarchy typically the guy has to initiate. girls like that are being reactive. so from a naive male perspective, it can look like "they get any guy they want". no. they're just saying yes to the guys they like of whatever pool of guys who are going after them. if they aren't chasing guys directly, how can they be directly rejected out of the gate?

let's look at it this way: a guy chases after 20 girls he kinda likes over a few years. 5 respond positively back. it prob seems like he only has 25% success w women and is usually failing, right? whereas a girl gets hit on by 20 guys over the same period, but says yes to 5 of them. so she's getting an "100% success rate" there, since she only wanted that 5. she wasn't chasing anyone. to guys it looks like they WORK for women, but women just win the lottery with guys? no. absolutely wrong. that is objectively incorrect.

you aren't incorporating all the guys they rly want. or how often they just "go with it". how often do you hear stories of girls wanting a guy and winding up w their friend instead? girls actually typically play within a pool of disappointment rather than chasing ideals. it's not literally disappointment tho? it's just being realistic. they play with the cards they're dealt.

there are TONS of girls who don't wanna spend so much of their lives playing that game tho. who DON'T wanna live within the confines of being a trophy. or if they aren't naturally lucky enough to be "pretty" by default, who aren't willing to spend 75% of their day compensating for that. those girls? aren't surrounded by guys. often single. often lonely until they get older and find someone they're mutually compatible with. bc that's another thing most guys don't see?

the only girls "worth" going after are the "appealing/easy" prey. or "white whales" where they just hope they'll get lucky. men aren't aggressively going after the chubby girl who wears reg clothes and doesn't actively try to look "sexy". they aren't drawn to girls who aren't giving them that playful "come get me" attitude. to them, they see that girl as "just a friend". or a " last resort". or "maybe a lesbian". it's fucking gross.

you might be like "well i know girls like that who have TONS of sex so"... have you seen the levels of desperation stereotypically "unattractive" girls like that have to stoop too? let me tell you, i meet these girl's bf and they're often total scumbags. they're scraping the bottom if the barrel. are you sure these girls haven't stooped to total desperation due to so many years of being overlooked when they acted normally? or ask yourself, were they ever TRULY "unattractive/unappealing" in the first place? u sure you don't just have weird standards??

btw can i point out? the tradeoff? the utter lack of power and choice girls have in this system? girls have to be born pretty and actively attractive with a sexy personality at all times. guys just need to have a moderate amount of money and be occasionally considerate. girls have to be sex objects whereas guys can be just people. bald, fat, somewhat unattractive guys are seen as normal but if a girl looked like that? she'd be perceived as a monster.

as a male working within gender roles you have the freedom to go after as many girls as you want without issue or disrespect. nobody is gonna call you a "slut" for trying to meet many girls. the list goes on and on. why are you mad at girls when you were "born winning"? you are more likely to live a happier life being alone than a girl would constantly being with someone. you should be grateful you aren't them... not mad at them.

but anyways... all this stuff? is super gross. weird toxic shit. it makes sense you would be lonely and angry when you don't wanna play by these rules. or change yourself to be more "appealing". but... why are you getting mad at girls?!?!? why blame women?? shouldn't you be mad at the source? patriarchy. society. gender roles. capitalism. look at who's running the show. bc it isn't the women you're mad at. or "the sjws". it's men in power.

you're seeing your lawn die in the summer sun and getting mad at the grass for daring to dry out. so you go out and stomp on the lawn. instead of using that anger and that energy to water it or give it shade. what are you thinking!? use that "logic" you guys are so proud of and actually try and solve the issue instead of throwing a moral temper tantrum. you talk about girls "bein so overly emotional" but what the heck do you think you're doing here right now?? stop trying to find an easy cheat solution and FIX the problem!

nobody should resort to violence about this stuff, but if you WERE gonna get violent, why isn't it at the people who structured your sexual prison? rather than the girls you wanna convince to fuck you? do you really want a world where girls fuck you out of fear? bc that's rape. would YOU be happy being raped? don't wish for an even rapier world. don't be so stupid and naive. rapey patriarchy is the cause of all your issues to begin with. this is the exact opposite if what you want.

honestly this incel thing just seems like an extremist offshot of the old "friend zone" argument. very similar to how gamergate warped into literal alt-right nazis. it's gross and absurd and you depressed, confused guys are being manipulated. you aren't thinking. please seek therapy or a wider perspective? if you hate feeling lonely and ashamed, why would you wear that shame like a badge of honor? just stop. spread happiness instead and you'll start to receive it back. you can change! it's that simple! it's okay!!!

#long #incel talk #rape mention in readmore #this is horribly written srry

[whoify]

update: i left the twitter group chat

#it was kinda boring #also i kept getting discourse on my tl #i had to read. with my own two eyes. someone saying bill was horribly written and her only trait was gay #and it was a lesbian who said it!!!!!!! what the fuck!! they went on to say yaz is the best lesbian rep on the show #like srry are u fucking dumb #milk post

[slasherholic]

synopsis: hi this is a very indulgent self-care piece born out my desire to be held,, by evil handsome collector man,, so take some very mean “fluff” based on this gorgeous commission cause it lives rent free in my brain

written in 3rd person pov, but the protag’s name and features are left vague, so anyone who identifies with the descriptions in the warnings below can read this as a self insert :0

contains: female reader, language which describes the reader’s body as “small” and “petite”, depictions of murder and violence, kidnapping, nonconsensual touching / groping / cuddling, drugging, (my kink is getting a good fucking nights sleep srry,) restraints, mild fearplay, depictions of torture.

Asa Emory / The Collector x Small! Female Reader

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When panic and confusion began to mount in the concert hall and the crowd fled for the exit, she scrambled forward on the dirty ground and huddled beneath the seat in front of her, for fear of being trampled.

Thirty seconds passed. Outside, in the main building, there was more screaming. She clutched her leg in a grip that turned her shins numb where her fingers dug in.

When the screams stopped, she clambered very hesitantly out.

The theater and all its levels were empty. On the stage lay the bodies of the cast, motionless islands in vast pools of spreading blood.

She should go now. Not out the front. There must be a side door, a fire exit, something.

When it happened it took the concert hall five whole seconds to rise into a panic. Nobody seemed to believe what they were seeing, and in the end, the shrieks coming from behind the curtains were what stoked the audience into a frenzy.

The curtains; likely her best chance.

She couldn’t stop herself from looking again as she clambered up on the stage, hugging the wall, gazing with huge eyes at the dead bodies speared into the wooden floor by volleys of long pikes with more prongs than she could count at a glance. It had been impeccable timing, right at the climax of the leading lady’s highest soprano note. 

She looked up. Past the bright stage lights, high in the rafters above, she saw two heavy-looking mechanisms that among the steel fixtures did not at first glance look out of place. She made her way very cautiously behind the dense red curtains.

There were more bodies backstage but what had killed them was not immediately apparent and she didn’t want to linger and find out. There was an open door on the opposite end of the room and as she crossed the dusty paneled floor her head was on a swivel, listening, for anything. The building had fallen to suffocating silence.

Through the door, there was a stairwell, and another body. A man in a ripped white button up and a stained blue tie lay face-down on the first and second steps. There was a terrible smell. She stepped over him very slowly, and then slipped on his blood.

She fell forward into razor wire. It caught on her lavender dress and cut her arms and legs. Somehow she held her shriek. The gleaming wires stretched like a web across the narrow corridor from wall to wall, and she went carefully, dipping in and out between the maze, finding she could just squeeze through it. Blood was streaming down her ankles and getting on the soles of her heels by the time she reached the top.

She almost got out. She would have made it, if only the anticipation of freedom hadn’t made her so hasty.

He discovered her snared in the labyrinth of dangling fish hooks fifteen feet from the rear fire exit, sobbing in pain, a delicate, pretty little creature, pulling uselessly at the lines as he got close to gather her up.

She didn’t put up much of a fight. She was a small woman, in shock, easy to handle.

Into the trunk she went.

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The hooks would need to come out surgically. He had designed them to snag skin and embed deep into muscle and stay.

She tried to fight him for the first few minutes after he dragged her out by her nape and bent her face-down over the operating table, pinning her by her wrists while he unbuttoned the back of her dress, which he decided he quite liked; but when she lay naked on the table with her slender arms secured, as if realizing the futility of it all, she stopped struggling, and just cried while he tightened the straps over her legs. He stuck a thick piece of leather in her mouth so her teeth wouldn’t break and didn’t bother to sedate her. Waste of his resources for a procedure this short. Her huge eyes streamed endless tears as he worked on her and her face twisted beautifully at every incision. He set his scalpel down to wipe the crimson stains off her skin, and in his tray sat six bloody hooks, each as long as her index finger. 

She was smart enough to mind her volume after the excruciating part was over, sniffling and crying softly while he bandaged her limbs. She had expected never to see her airy lavender dress again, but when he finally unstrapped her, and flipped her on her stomach, he clothed her in it again. She stayed limp as he did the buttons back up her spine for fear of angering him. Her wrists and ankles went snuggly into pairs of sturdy leather cuffs.

He scooped her up, gripping her trembling body tightly, in case she decided to squirm. She didn’t.

Beyond the operating room there was a corridor, its walls and ceiling painted a maroon that had faded nearly to brown. She figured it was some sort of inn or hotel. A few of the doors lining the hall sat open a crack and one near the end sat wide-open. She looked inside it as he carried her past, and immediately wished she hadn’t.

The room he brought her to had a door that was open just a little. There, in the middle of the floor, fit with heavy brass bindings and three dangling padlocks, open as if expecting company, sat a sturdy red trunk.

She knew that she was going right down in it. She tried to cry again, but her energy was good and spent. 

He crouched on one knee in front of the trunk. Its walls didn’t quite touch her body as he lowered her inside, but when he closed the lid, the darkness was overwhelming. The padlocks clicked, one by one. The door swung shut, and she heard more locks turn—one, two, three, four. She wasn’t going anywhere.

For a whole day, he didn’t touch her. Not to feed her, not to give her water. She sat waiting for it to be her turn, trying very hard to turn her brain off and forget what she had seen through that door in the hallway. If she fell asleep, she felt there was a chance her body might shut down before he took her life in a manner that would have her screaming bloody murder on her way out.

Before she managed sleep, the locks on the door turned, and he was back.

His footsteps were measured as he entered, unhurried. The keys on his ring jangled as the heavy padlocks on her trunk clicked. The lid opened.

The man in all black squatted down. He stared at her for some time without moving. She regarded him with wide, wary, tear-filled eyes.

His thick arms darted into the trunk to catch her around the waist before she could struggle. She shrieked and flinched as he gathered up her legs, lifting her effortlessly out.

He sat her atop the lid of the trunk. Her eyes were fixed on the floor, on his boots.

His gloved hands had a way of lingering on her body when he touched her and as he let go of her waist he stroked her smooth thigh delicately, a bit past where her stained dress was riding up. She trembled and shook horribly, vision spotting over with erratic breathless dots.

The keys on his belt jangled again as he leaned for something on the ground, then lifted her chin to face him. She offered him no resistance.

To her dried lips, he pressed a metal cup; his black eyes considered her from behind his frightening mask, watching her expectantly.

She wasn’t certain the liquid in the cup was water but at the first sign of hesitation he squeezed her cheeks impatiently. He could force her to drink it very easily and she’d seen enough of him by now to know he wouldn’t make it very pleasant.

Down it went. It didn’t burn her throat, didn't make her cough up blood. It was only a drink of water.

The man in all black set the empty cup back on the floor, wiped at the thin spill dribbling down her chin, and gave her cheek a quick caress.

He forced her to sit with him, stiflingly close, one thick arm wrapped firmly around her middle to secure her. She would rather go back in the trunk than be held to his body like this.

He went for something on his belt. When his hand came back, her eyes grew huge. 

No. What’s in that? No, he can’t put that in her; but he’s far stronger than her, dangerously so, and if she tries to fight him he might break something or cut something off or just plain open her up again and let her bleed until she behaves.

Grabbing her jaw, his mouth came to settle gingerly against the side of her head, where she could feel his breaths fluttering on her hair.

“Hold very still.”

She didn’t think he was going to speak to her. His voice was nothing but a whisper, far softer than she would have imagined, which was somehow worse than shouting, because now she suspected he was making a very deliberate effort to frighten her to death. 

She did as he said. His fingers tightened around her cheeks as he aligned the needle between her neck and shoulder. Her face contorted at the pinch.

The empty syringe fell from his hand, clinking against the bottom of trunk, rolling away on the floor. He released her face, and she blinked away new tears as he led her cuffed wrists down by their thin tether to rest in her lap. He traced her collarbone out towards her arm and gripped the curve of her shoulder firmly over her sleeve.

The world was growing softer around the edges. The drug must have been some sort of sedative.

He started to touch her chest. She drew breath sharply as his large hand slipped beneath the ruffled hem of her dress, trying not to whimper and somehow disturb him as he cupped one goosebump-freckled breast, kneading her gently. He ran his thumb very deliberately over the bud of her nipple, which is all it took to stiffen it up. His hand was very warm. She wanted to sob at the violation, but her wet eyes were lingering shut between blinks, and every time they closed, they were harder to open.

He wasn’t being cruel about it. The sensation was pleasant through and through, and her groggy mind was easily tricked. Without realizing, she slumped a little into his chest. His arm relaxed a bit around her stomach and it’s weight felt good and right, warm. His sweater was very soft on her skin. He didn’t smell unpleasant.

Then she realized her actions, jolting upright, appalled by herself. He gave a light exhale into her hair as if he had found the whole thing very amusing, and opted to play along for a time—but now that the moment was over, his arm flexed tight around her petite waist, becoming a restraint again.

He turned his attention to her other breast and examined her there too, which, though certainly unwanted, felt almost clinical rather than sexual. Maybe it was the gloves. Perhaps this was his process. Perhaps she would be carefully studied all over, classified and catalogued, before he took her apart.

Her brain grew too fuzzy after that. Her thoughts weren’t making much sense. She didn’t quite know where she was anymore, only that there had been a lot of hurt not long ago, but not now. All she knew now was that she was being touched very gently, and it was nice.

A short time later, her little body crumpled into his torso, and she didn’t try to get up again.

He pet the top of her head as she went under and sat considering her unconscious face.

The piece he had in mind was delicate, elegant. He couldn’t have her jerking and struggling in it. He could go and stick her in the freezer, and she would be ready by the morning, but eyes never preserved well, and he didn’t much want to dull hers. He was already deciding on colors that would compliment them well.

Sedation was a possibility. A quarter dose of Novapryl between feedings would be sufficient to keep her suspended in a similar groggy, tranquil state. 

She shifted her cheek where she lay on his chest. He touched her face tenderly, stroking the cool skin with the flat of his hand, and in her stupor, she seemed to lean into his caress, which he found charming. Needy thing.

Sedation, then.

#tw: groping #tw: torture #asa emory #the collector #the collection #slashers #asa emory x reader #reader insert #female reader #writing #horror #darkfic

[venti0fficalwrit3r]

Their letter..

Any Genshin character x fem! reader

Warnings: angst(?), death, mentions of past trauma, mentions of yelling, mentions of fighting,

Just a short maybe sad letter</3

Sorry if badly written I don't know how to write a letter that much srry

Please let me know if I have missed a warning and didn't got to write it.

Now playing:

To my dear Y/n,

How are you? Have you been well? Its been years yet, I still can't move on after what happened, I am deeply sorry for my mistakes. I didn't wanted all those horrible things I have said to you my last words to you I wanted to restart everything. I am deeply sorry again my love for not being there for you when you needed me the most. If only I can change back time I would never let you go ever again and apologize for being much of an idiot too. Like you always say I am, heh.

I still remember how beautiful you were when it was our wedding. Walking slowly towards me with the beautiful white dress holding the bouquet of white carnation flowers as you walk slowly at me smiling

Did I ever mention that your eyes are beautiful? Your eyes always have always looked at me with loving eyes

I have regret everything I've done after your death. I didn't mean to yell at you or neither mention it, I sometimes loose my cool. Can you forgive me? I bet you don't even forgive me after that fight we had don't you? But if you do I can't accept it after what I have said to you.

But I will still be happy. I miss you I think you are happy now in the sky aren't you. But isn't the sunset beautiful? My love?

I love you with all my heart. I hope You don't forget me my love. Take care:)

With love, your one and only wife/husband.

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[baroquebucky]

comfort

bucky always found comfort in steve, but he’s gone now. who will he turn to for comfort now?

word count: 3.1k

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a/n: hi bffs !! thank you anon for requesting this <3 just angst and fluff (and endgame steve >:[) !! let me know what you guys think :] (srry for any typos)

“this is bucky!” steve smiled at you happily, you were Steve’s neighbor, always lending him a helping hand when he needed it and giving him emotional support and encouragement that would last him a life time.

“nice to finally meet you! I’ve heard lots ‘bout you” you smiled, sticking your hand out and bucky reluctantly shook it. “why don’t you guys come in for a bit? I’m making some pasta and i put way too much” you grinned, watching as bucky and steve looked at each other, having a whole conversation silently before Steve spoke up again.

“we’d love to” he grinned, pulling bucky inside your apartment with him before you closed the door. Bucky took in your apartment, it was somewhat messy, but it a nice way, a live in sort of way. You had plants all along your windowsill and a basket full on blankets near your couch, books along the shelf with a couple other things and pictures all over the place.

“hope you guys like chicken Alfredo” you smiled, checking the pasta before deciding it was good enough and scooping some out onto three plates

“bucky i have a serious question for you” you spoke as you set the three plates down on the dinner table, smiling at steve as he thanked you.

“oh, okay” bucky mumbled, shifting in his seat and heart racing. You were gonna ask him about his time as the winter soldier weren’t you? You were going to judge him for everything he’d done.

“what animal do you think you can take in a fight?” You spoke seriously, looking at him as you set his plate down.

That’s it? What animal he could fight?

“what?” He asked, confused as to why you were asking him this. Surely this was some test? Maybe it was code for something, if he answered a specific animal then it proved he was a good person.

Steve groaned as you asked the question and you scowled at him, hitting him softly as you passed by him and to the kitchen to get some water for the three on you.

“what animal do you think you could beat if it was just hand to hand combat?” You looked at him, studying his features and quickly taking in the fact that he was in fact the most breathtaking man on earth.

Bucky looked at steve who let out a sigh.

“you should answer now, she asked me that a couple days ago and we talked about it for almost an hour” steve smiled, reminiscing on the way you even made him coffee so he could stay until the end of your discussion.

“uh, i mean, well i guess I’m a super soldier so- i don’t know i don’t wanna fight any of them” he spoke warily, looking at you nervously and watching the way you narrowed your eyes at him before your face softened, breaking into a wide smile and nodding your head proudly.

“James barnes i think you and i are going to get along just fine” you smiled, taking in the way his eyes lit up just a tad at your words.

Steve smiled at the way bucky sat a little straighter, loosening up a bit and warming up to you little by little. He wanted him to have someone to turn to, he wanted him to have you like steve did, someone he knew he could always rely on.

After the whole Blip went down and everything was back to normal bucky found himself lost at times, wandering the streets in seek of comfort. He was left alone in the world with nothing left from his old life.

Steve had only been gone for a couple of days and he already felt horrible. He had no one to turn to, no one to lean on. He was alone.

He tried finding solace in sleep, wishing that his mind would whisk him away to be happy in his dreams. His attempts were fruitless, all he managed to do was toss and turn, his mind racing and never relaxing enough to fully sleep.

The small moments he did manage to sleep he awake in a cold sweat, nightmares plaguing his mind, his memories rushing to him alongside the pain and thoughts that has recently set in after steve left.

Bucky sat on couch of his apartment, it was silent as the sounds of the city were muffled through the walls, rain gently hitting his windows. He so badly wanted to just break down and cry, to have someone tell him everything would be okay, to comfort him and remind him that he wasn’t alone even with steve gone.

Bucky scrolled through his contacts, vision blurred with tears as he searched helplessly for someone he could go to. As he scrolled through his contacts he found you, when had he put it there?

He clicked on your name and sure enough, there was a picture of you smiling brightly with steve, a note written under your contact information.

buck, y/n helped me get through everything, theyre sweet and caring and kind, please talk to them if you ever need anyone i promise you they can help - steve

Bucky let out a shaky breath as he read the note steve had left. When did he even get ahold of his phone? Buckys mind was racing, he wiped his tears and locked his phone. He would be fine, he didn’t need anyone to help him.

As the day progressed bucky felt the pain in his chest growing with each breath, tears threatening to spill out any moment. He was frustrated that the feelings wouldn’t just go away, it was persistent and nagging at him every minute of the day as he tried to push it away.

Maybe if i take a walk it’ll clear my mind, bucky reasoned, throwing on a jacket and heading out, there was only a very light drizzle as he walked aimlessly, trying everything to get his mind off the emptiness he felt in his heart.

Was he not good enough for him to stay? Was everything bucky had done, too much for steve? Why would he leave him so abruptly? After everything he just left him with no hesitation.

Bucky tried to shake away the thoughts but they grew louder and louder, tears stinging at his eyes and he decided he’d had enough.

Bucky stopped in his tracks, taking note of where he was and recalling the path he and steve had taken the first time they visited you, he let his mind wander, knowing there was nothing he could do to stop it.

By the time he reached your apartment he wanted to turn around and leave. Did you even live here still? We’re you even home? It wasn’t a good idea, he should deal with it by himself.

Bucky was about to turn to leave when you opened the door, dressed up with bright red lipstick on. Oh wow you were stunning, bucky thought as he turned around to face you.

“bucky?” You asked, looking at the man before smiling widely, “bucky! oh wow hi!” You grinned, not hesitating to pull him in for a hug and squeezing him tightly. As you pulled away you noticed his red eyes and the frown on his face. Your smile quickly disappeared when you saw the way he tried to hide the tear stains, looking down at his shoes.

“oh james what’s wrong?” You spoke softly, grabbing his wrist gently and pulling him into your apartment, he looked up quickly. It was still the same, it was just as homey as he remembered it.

You led him to the couch, quickly bringing over the basket of blankets and letting him choose whichever one he wanted, smiling as he picked the fuzziest of them all.

“good choice” you softly spoke, grabbing a blanket for yourself and setting it on the couch next to him.

“do you want anything to drink, i have coffee, hot chocolate, water and maybe some apple juice” you smile fondly at the man on your couch and he thought for a second before replying.

“can- do you think i can have a hot chocolate” he spoke softly, “please” the tone of his voice made your heart clench and you wanted to just hold him, but you knew he didn’t need that just yet, so you just nodded and made his hot chocolate as fast as you could, adding whipped cream and marshmallows and placing it on the table in front of him.

“added extra whipped cream for you” you smiled, slipping your heels off and grabbing your phone, “I’m gonna get changed and I’ll be back out in a second, make yourself at home buck” your smile was warm and sincere and he already found the emptiness fading.

“i have to cancel today I’m really sorry” bucky heard, his super hearing picking up on the conversation you were having. “something came up” your voice was calm. “no i cant just ignore it” your tone shifted, leaning towards annoyance as you continued.

“excuse me for caring about someone other than myself!” You spoke dryly, changing out of your dress and into some sweats and an oversized t shirt. “you know what i think, i think it would be better if you deleted my number and forgot about me actually! i think that’d be great” your voice was cold as you hung up, letting out a sigh before smiling slightly, thank god you didn’t have go through with that date.

As you walked out you noticed bucky getting up, heading towards the door.

“leaving so soon? you barely touched your hot chocolate” you frowned, your voice making bucky turn to look at you, his words died on his tongue when he noticed you were changed.

“you have a date” was all he said and you smiled, shaking your head and pulling him back to the couch with you.

“had” you corrected him, “cancelled on ‘em, didn’t really wanna go” you scrunched your face up as you spoke, sipping some of your hot chocolate before looking at bucky softly.

“got better things to do” you stated, watching the way he slowly warmed up to you, moving his body to face you.

“like what?” He whispered, looking down at the blanket in his lap as he let it lightly.

“like make my bestest friend in the whole world feel better” you answered, not missing a beat as you spoke, looking at him.

Bucky swore his heart was going to beat out of his chest. Never in a million years did he think someone he met a total of three times not so long ago could bring him so much warmth, so much comfort. He didn’t bother hiding the blush on his face, he knew you wouldn’t tease him about it, you were more focused on making him feel better.

“what’s eating at you buck?” You prodded him gently, watching his body language closely for any signs of discomfort. He looked at you before focusing on his hot chocolate, picking it up and taking a small sip.

“good hot chocolate” he mumbled, taking another sip and you smiled, nodding your head silently. Bucky set the mug down again, fiddling with his fingers in his lap. “it’s just-” he began, cutting himself off before he could continue.

“he didn’t say goodbye to you, did he?” His eyes were whirlpools of emotions. You gave him a sad smile, shaking your head.

“no, not really” you spoke, “he kind of hinted at what he was gonna do y’know? didn’t wanna say it out loud so we kind of, i guess just didn’t wanna say it” you mumbled, “made it too real” you smiled at him again, not wanting to make his mood any worse.

“don’t you- how are you so okay with it? I mean it’s just- don’t you feel like if you did more he wouldn’t have left?” Bucky asked, desperation in his eyes.

Everything clicked in your mind instantly. Your stomach fell and your heart broke in your chest, Bucky’s sad eyes and slumped shoulders told you everything you had to know. The way he couldn’t even keep eye contact with you for longer than three seconds, how he fumbled with something when he spoke. You wiped the frown of your face before giving him a reassuring smile, scooting closer to him.

“sometimes i do” you nodded, picking at some fuzz on your blanket, “i do find myself wondering if i had given him different advice throughout the time i knew him if he would’ve made a different choice” you spoke softly, bucky looked at you, watching the way your lips poured slightly.

“I’ll think ‘maybe if i had asked him to stay for dinner one more time’ or if i made him more hot chocolate” you chuckled softly, bucky smiled at your words, sadness filling his chest as he realized how hurt you must be.

“you shouldn’t blame yourself y/n, you did your best” he whispered, clearing his throat before continuing, “i mean you brought him so much comfort and helped him through so much, in the end it was his choice and that’s not on you” he finished, hands shaking slightly. Bucky was silent as you nodded.

“listen to yourself buck” you smiled, placing a hand on his, “it’s not your fault, you did your best, you meant so much to him and you always will” you assured him, squeezing his hand in yours. Bucky was quiet as you gave him soft smiles.

“I didn’t mean me-” he began but you shook your head.

“you were his best friend for his whole life, he talked about you all the time, spent years looking for you to get you back” bucky let out a shaky breath. “You were good enough, you are good enough james.”

The firmness in your voice made bucky look up, your eyes were set and serious. Bucky tried to find any trace of lies, but your words were sincere and settled in his bones like a warm fireplace.

“it’s just- i wish-” his voice cracked and his bottom lip quivered, tears stinging his eyes. He was embarrassed, moving to wipe his tear quickly.

You beat him to it, your hand caressing his cheek and softly wiping away at the tears. You moved you hand to the back of his neck and softly pulled him into you, shaking your arms around him as best you could.

Bucky cried into your shoulder, mumbling incoherent sentences as sobs racked his body. You help him tightly, rubbing his back soothingly and whispering to him it would be okay.

“you’re okay, i got you” you whispered, “I’m here let it out sweets, it’s okay.”

Bucky knew he should feel embarrassed for crying like this, in front of you, someone he barely knew. Your words were too comforting to let him and your presence far too warm to even let him consider leaving you at this moment in time.

You didn’t mind one bit that bucky was crying into your favorite t shirt, you held him tighter, giving him all the time he needed to calm down.

By the time Bucky’s cries had softened to soft hiccups he pulled away from you, eyes red and cheeks tear stained. His nose was pink and he sniffled softly, using the back of his hands to run his eyes.

You silently handed him some tissues, softly letting him know where the bathroom is. He smiled at you softly, getting up from the couch and heading to your restroom. You sat in silence as you waited for bucky to come back, sighing softly to yourself. You closed your eyes for a second, blinking away a couple tears and getting snacks from your pantry, putting on your comfort show and switching to the pilot episode.

Bucky washed his face with cold water, smiling at the fact that your bathroom smelled like eucalyptus. His dried his face and washed his hands, letting out a shaky sigh before looking at himself in the mirror, frowning at how broken he looked. He tore his gaze away and turned off the lights, walking out and seeing you sitting on the couch cross legged.

You smiled up at bucky, patting the seat next to you and moving so he could sit. The couch dipped a little as he sat down, grabbing the blanket and bundling it in his lap.

“when I’m upset i watch this show, it always cheers me up” you spoke to him gently, “that is if you aren’t leaving, i don’t wanna hold you hostage or anything” you chuckled and bucky smiled at you, laughing softly.

“no i- do you think i can stay a bit longer?” He asked and you nodded, linking your arms together and pulling each other closer.

“you can stay for however long you want” bucky felt his heart grow in his chest, how could you be so warm and welcoming to him? He didn’t question it for long though, your dazzling smile and sparkling eyes cleared his mind.

“ready?” You smiled and he nodded, watching as you hurried to press play, adjusting the volume and grinning as the show began.

Bucky couldn’t help but steal glances at you, smiling at how you mouthed the lines, offering him snacks if he hadn’t touched them in a while, constantly making sure he was okay.

Relaxation. He finally felt relaxed, his jaw was unclenched and his brows were furrowed, he had a small smile on his face. His muscles were relaxed as the showed played on your tv, your body heat radiating onto Buckys side.

You looked up to comment on something in the show but quickly stopped when you realized bucky had fallen asleep. His eyes were closed and he just looked so soft.

You smiled as you looked at him, moving some pillows quietly so you wouldn’t wake him. You helped him lay down and set the blanket on top of him, telling him to go back to sleep when he stirred slightly. For the first time since steve had left Buckys slept peacefully. He found comfort and assurance with you.

Steve was always looking out for bucky, always saying that he had to pay him back for all those fights bucky saved him from in the 40’s. Steve helped him get out of hydra, helped him get his mind back.

Bucky smiled at you as you pet alpine in your lap, dozing off as you struggled to stay awake before finally giving into sleep. He picked you up swiftly, tucking you into bed like you had done with him nearly a year ago. He kissed your forehead gently before sliding into bed next to you, falling asleep quickly with you by his side.

Now even after he was gone, he was helping him heal. And for that, he was forever grateful.

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes angst #bucky barnes blurb #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes drabble #bucky barnes headcanon #bucky barnes one shot #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes imagine #bucky x reader #bucky fanfic #bucky x female reader #bucky x you #bucky x y/n #bucky barnes fanfiction

[taylors-fourth-cat-meow]

Hey, been reading through your anti sim posts, and tbh I cant help but agree, you make extremely valid points. Was wondering about your opinions on the toh series? Take care and stay safe!

Hi anon!!

Thank you so much for the kindness ♥️♥️

Ik I haven't really been active for a long time. I kinda have my exams soon. (For those who didn't know, yes, I am in High School. It sucks. I legit have to rottofy like 200 pages for each subject)

Anyways, I don't know of the 'toh' series so imma hope u meant tog and that's a typo. Otherwise srry to disappoint ig.

I really liked Tog when I first read it. But I think I only enjoyed the first two books. I'll get to that later. But I was so excited and obsessed with it and Aelin. I cringe now but I was mad for her. Again only the first two books. Tog series I'll admit is better planned. Note I say better. Better than Acotar. And we all know what a hot mess Acotar is. A few of the plots did suprise me and I did gasp quite a few times. But I was like 11 at the time so...

I remember waiting for the main plot while reading the first book, and...it never came. I kept waiting for a big plot twist or something and nothing happened. I did quite like Aelins character in the first two books. I think I still do, bad writing kept aside. Although in the second book I was kinda upset that the big bad assassin hasn't been killing people. That was really a bummer.

What really creeped tf out of me was Aelin mauling Chaol's face. That's abuse? Domestic violence? Anyone? That's what I hate about sjm and her fandom. When a character she doesn't like abuses the protagonist in the loosest sense possible the whole fandom will hate the guts out of that character and call anyone who likes that character "abusers and their followers"

But when the FCKING PROTAGONISTS of not one but two series have abused, violated, mind-rapped, physically hurt and sexually assaulted their partners and others it's perfectly ok cause that's HaWt.

From Heir of Fire on it just started going down hill. Rowan abusing Aelin constantly. That stupid thing where she starts crying cause he "left her" that was supposed to be oh so emotional. "I claim you" nonsense. The change of love interests is better than Acotar. But still horrible

But, atleast for me, the worst part was in Empire of Storms or was is it the last book? I don't remember. But I do remember Rowan comparing Aelin to his dead wife and saying he would have never gone for someone like her if he didn't think she was his mate. That was just nauseating. 11 year old me was absolutely disgusted. She died because he left her. She was pregnant with his child. And yet he has the nerve to compare her to his current partner. I mean who does that? What must have gone through Sarah Janet's head? Was she so desperate to prove Aelin is the ultimate girl boss she literally compared her to a dead woman? I was actually waiting for Lyria (was that her name) to jump through that portal and bitch slap Rowan.

That series is just as badly written but atleast it has a semblance of a plot. Maybe cause back then she was actually listening to he editors. There are parts I still like, (Dorian, Lorcan and Elide. Sorsha) I'll just try to summarise the things that really bothered me.

The switch of love interests was horrible as per usual

Rowan biting her?

Rowan. Just Rowan his entire character.

Aelin threatening to burn the entire city full of innocents

Chaol in book 4 is unrecognisable. The infamous retcons. He calls Aelin a monster? Why? What- why??? That was so out of context and character?

The way Aelin constantly keeps comparing them.

The way Neserin is treated as a rebound girl.

I have always been confused as to why Chaol needed so much time to get over a crazy as fire girl who disfigured his face?

The amount of smut in a YA book.

Sorsha and Dorian's relationship? I loved Sorsha Probably cause she was....ordinary. And their relationship was just so sweet. And Dorian moves on just like that? I'd haunt the fck out of my partner of they moved on that fast.

Now, about Chaol and Dorian. In the first few books, they didn't seem lgbtq characters but in QoS ig? It feels like sjm goes out or her way to establish a connection between them only to tear it apart and be like PSYCH! They are superrrrr straight lolol.

The tog series had a bad magic system, war plot, characters, romances and writing. So no different than any other book sjm has written. But idk I am not that invested in it as am with Acotar. Like I love Tamlin with my whole heart. I don't think I am that attached to any character with in Tog series. Hence I don't talk about it often. But it's just as badly written as Acotar.

#anti sjm #anti tog #sjm critical #anon asks

[kookie-doughs]

BETA TESTER

Kozume Kenma X Reader

-Y/N L/N is a popular mangaka.

CHAPTER 11: VISIT

Tonight is the night of the party. It's currently really early in the morning and Kenma had just woken up as his alarm rung.

Why would he have an alarm? Kuroo.

As he lazily stood up from his bed making his way to the bathroom, impatient series of knocks and doorbell rings could be heard echoing through out the house.

Kenma, who was just in the other room from the door growled at the noise, with a frown he went over to the door.

"Could you shut the fuck up?" He hissed.

Looking through the peep hole, he was greeted by darkness.

"Get your nasty hand away from the hole and I'll open the door."

He was ignored and the noise continued as previously, if not louder than before.

"Fucking-" Swinging the door open and ready to scold whoever was knocking and ringing the bell at... 7 in the morning give or take.

"Wow, nice robe. Real sexy." The H/C haired girl smirked.

Being the nice person Kenma is, he slammed the door at the girl's face and walked to the bathroom.

Unfortunately for him, he hadn't locked the door and the girl didn't mind getting arrested.

After his hygiene routine, he flinched seeing the girl on his couch laying out clothes.

"What the fuck are you doing?"

"Ooh! Hey baby, which one do you think is better for the party?" Taking the clothes she pressed them one at the time. "Which one is better?"

"Neither you look horrible. Get out."

"But Kenmaaaa! I'm already here... Can't you like... take me to the party tonight?"

"No. Now get out."

"But-"

"Why would I have to take you there."

"You're the only friend available to take me to the party! I went here so we could attend together and after the party you could drop me home or if you want to go home I'll be ready either way."

"One, we are not friends. Two, I don't want to attend with you. Three, if you hypothetically attend with me I will leave you there and not take you home. Now if you have the audacity to trespass my home, you'll have the audacity to sit on Sakusa's lap in front of his boyfriend. Go there."

"Well, you made the mistake of being part of my life so you've got no choice. Anyways, which one are you wearing?" The girl hopped from the couch to check his closet in his room. "If you wear this it'll match with mine!"

"Gee thanks, I'll throw that away. Get the fuck out."

"This one is really pretty. You'll look like a bigshot."

He sighed and snatched the clothes in her hands, pulled her away from his closet. Taking her by the wrist ready to drag her out.

"Kenma!!"

"Y/N?" A voice from behind them called. It was Akaashi

"It was Y/N?!" A head popped up from behind Akaashi, Bokuto's

"What is she doing here?" Kuroo ran in the room. "Oop. So the clothes sprawled on the living room... okay."

"Fucking- I'm never telling my address to anyone anymore. For fuck sake." Pinching the bridge of his nose, he sighed. "Why the fuck is everyone here?"

"Actually Tsukki isn't here since he's with Yamaguchi!" Bokuto reminded.

"Yeah, the only tolerable person aside from Akaashi."

"Keiji!!! Koutaro!!!" The girl hopped tackled them and almost made them fall. "What are you guys doing here?"

"I could ask you the same thing." Akaashi raised a brow.

"We were here to remind him of the party since we won't be attending with Kenma. Kuroo said he has the worst taste and might just wear whatever doesn't smell bad." Bokut cleared up.

"Bro, stop snitching!" Kuroo growled.

"Can you all just get out of my house."

"Keiji! Which one do you think I should wear?" You ran out of Kenma's bedroom to take your clothes on the couch. "If I wear this one it'll match Kenma! If I wear this one it's really pretty."

"You won't match me because I'm burning those clothes if you don't get out."

"That's one way to make me attend nude."

"Just- get out everyone! I'm not stupid enough to wear used clothes. And I will not attend with you."

Akaashi looked over to a really annoyed Kenma. "Koutaro, we go. We have to visit the team or Sakusa might kill the two. Kuroo, are you coming?"

"I go where bro goes! See ya at the party Puddin~"

"I'll see you two at the party."

"Take her with you please." But it was too late, they already closed the door behind them.

"So~ What are you wearing?" She sang peering at Kenma's shoulder.

"I don't like violence against women... but you're tempting me so much."

"Do you really not want to match with me? I guess the other one looks nice on you as well." Making her way to Kenma's closet once again she scanned it's contents. "Oh who am I kidding you'll look pretty in anything." She pouted.

"Fuck this." The boy had finally given up and buried himself on his bed.

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I almost forgot to upload I'm srry

I couldn't use my phone since something came up so now I had to do a written one I'm srry

-kookie-doughs

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[sasukesrainbowdildo]

im srry for the all the anti sak*ra posts as of late, but this is an example on an UNSOUND argument.

calling everyone who hates sakura misogynistic is a horribly hasty generalization. it’s kind of offensive as a black woman who fights for racial, lgbtq, and women’s rights daily. to be called a misogynist by a tumblr feminist who most likely only know when women were allowed to vote, it’s kinda weird.

anyways, the point of calling people misogynistic for not liking a female anime character is unsound simply because it’s a logical fallacy, and that alone makes it an unsound point. but were we expecting anything more from self inserts who pick up the scraps of a horribly written and toxic character and expect it to bloom?

sakura is the peak example of what feminism does NOT stand for. sakura is not strong. she’s content in being in a loveless marriage with someone who left for twelve years without any communication. she’s constantly letting her team down for a boy who made it clear he didn’t reciprocate his feelings. she sexually harassed sasuke, which any feminist with a brain would not stand for. she harassed sasuke in GENERAL with her constant fawning, something feminists wouldn’t stand for because yknow...

no means no.

to constantly push the rhetoric that people who dislike sakura are misogynistic is the biggest self insert bullshit i ever seen. i want people to actually look into WHY they like her, instead of making blatantly false claims, and trying to rewrite canon, in order to defend her.

#anti sakura stans #anti sakura haruno fandom #anti sakura haruno #sakura bashing #anti sakura #anti ss

[shima-draws]

R u going to do chapters for the Support Hero course fic or is it gonna be like a one shot thing ? Also do u have an estimate as to when? Srry if I seem bad haha I just can’t wait for it😅😘

I’m gonna turn it into a series on AO3 so it will be a series of oneshots! I feel like this is the type of story I want to write with lots of timeskips in between so it wouldn’t make sense to cram it all into a multi-chaptered fic if most of the chapters can stand on their own. (Also it will make it easier on me to post them and get them done because I tend to fall under pressure with multi-chapter fics lmao.) I don’t really have a set structure/plot for it yet either so doing this will be good since I can jump all over the place in the timeline without any real consequences!

I’ve got 3k words written for the first installment so far—it’s just been hard to finish because I’ve been horribly writer’s blocked lately :’0 But hopefully soon. I’d love to finish it this weekend but I don’t want to make any empty promises;; at the earliest I’ll be done with it during this next week! We’ll see, I’ll keep you guys updated with how it’s going lol

#Shima answers questions #I’m getting there 😤 #BNHA #Support Course Hero AU #Shima’s AUs