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shaolinrouge · 9 months

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Okay, so I rewatched PR:U for the first time since its release, and I definitely had some thoughts.

To begin with, what is with the really bizarre product placement in the beginning. Jake did not need to hold up those Oreos so blatantly lmao.

PR:U jumps straight into the action in a really identifiably different way than Pacific Rim does. In PR, Raleigh narrates the Kaiju War and then we see him and Yancy get into the Knifehead fight, and it flows really well overall. On the other hand, PR:U starts with a quick relay of the Kaiju War, and then we're introduced to Jake in the regions still affected by past Kaiju attacks (i.e. half-destroyed mansion, which I also have some thoughts on). So it quickly becomes clear he's got some black market dealings going on, and the first action sequence of the movie is Jake running from these random Jaeger scrappers (??). It's just really throwing compared to the first one, since we at least have a general idea of what's going on with Raleigh.

Side note: I'm assuming they're in the Bay Area that was largely evacuated considering they head toward a Jaeger scrapyard, so how does that mansion have like...any utilities.

So then we're introduced to Amara, who can build a sickass Jaeger but has no security system? I don't know, she seems really careful about being discovered for obvious reasons, so I feel her hideout would at least have an alarm or some kind of traps, But Jake essentially just strolls in.

Of course, then we have November Ajax vs. Scrapper, which I actually do like. Its nice to see what the new Jaegers look like, and see what Scrapper, the first single-pilot Jaeger, is capable of. This scene also really seals the tone of PR:U as kind of lighthearted and jokey while also having action and death, which isn't really the case in Pacific Rim.

Another thing I like: Amara and Jake's relationship. A lot of things about this movie feel funky, but I think the actors did a very good job of forming a very genuine-feeling bond between these two characters.

Mako's introduction just feels. very bizarre. I understand that she obviously can't be there in person, thus the hologram, but the whole situation just has a weird vibe that I can't place. I'm not sure if it's because Jake and Mako act so familiar with each other even though Jake was never mentioned in the movie, or because I'm just not a fan of the hologram bit.

Contrary to popular opinion (at least what I've seen), I really like the Jaegers in PR:U. I hate that they removed the realism from their movements that was always present in the first, but there were some very interesting weapons and new designs introduced at the same time, so I can let it slide. Except the giant rotating ball of blades on Bracer Phoenix, it can go die.

Mako's death is genuinely my least favorite scene in the movie for obvious reasons. She was essentially killed off for no reason, since we don't see much of Jake's grief, meaning they wrote her off for pointless plot purposes, which I hate.

I do enjoy the villain bait with Liwen, although it's a shame Newton ended up being the villain. They were definitely setting her up as an antagonist since she was on a side somewhat opposite to Mako's, and because it becomes clear that Shao Industries is somehow evil before having her turn around and attempt to stop Newton no matter the force necessary.

While on women in the movie, not a huge fan of how Jules was treated, but she's also not present that much so I won't go on and on about female characters being used a tool to create tension being male characters blah blah.

The fight against the Mega-Kaiju was...something. Suresh dying was completely out of the blue, and I hated it. I think the cadets all being so young is an odd decision to make, especially because in the first movie most of the Jaeger pilots come into the program in their very late teenage years at the least (besides Chuck and Raleigh, iirc). They try to justify the whole. child soldier-esque training by saying the Bond is stronger at a young age, but they didn't even have that young of recruits in the first PR and that was during a war so idk.

Raleigh not being mentioned at all is also a crime btw. Or Herc, for that matter, but he could at least make a little more justifiable sense than Raleigh.

Anyway, this was a really scattered collection of musings on the movie, but there we go.

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redrascal1 · 5 months

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In Disney romance is dead.

My advice for anyone who loves a good romance - you won't find it in Disney.

They are known for making some of the most romantic animated films of all time - Beauty and The Beast (90s version) is a classic example.

But recently Disney have been pouring cold water on romance in their movies.

And, believe it or not, the rot began waaay back in 2010 with of all things Alice in Wonderland.

It was a delightful film. Most of all I loved the chemistry between Mian Wasikowska's 'old soul' Alice and Johnny Depp's charming but tormented Tarrant Hightopp (aka Hatter).

I was saddened when at the end she returned to 'real life' and to a life without romance, but heartened when they announced a sequel...only for Alice to once again leave Wonderland, this time for a reason I found appalling - to look after her mother, an unpleasant woman who showed little affection for Alice - and she also had another daughter she was much closer to.

Any reason to keep Alice and the Hatter apart for ever.

And please - don't start with the 'Johnny is too old for Mia' crap, because this isn't about Johnny and Mia, but Alice and the Hatter, and Alice was the more mature one!

But, since AiW I have noticed bit by bit romance in Disney productions is dying.

Mulan - the live action version removed the romantic lead.

Star Wars - Han and Leia's relationship had come to an end. Finn/Rose is quashed in TROS.

And of course, 'Goddess of Jedi Dogma Rey'......doesn't need a boyfriend. Doesn't need anyone and anybody, apparently.

Now it has happened with Loki.

Loki, Thor's tormented God of Mischief, will spend eternity trapped in a tree with no one to love him. Because these days it seems that there is no redemption but death.

Waaaay back in my 20s I was an avid reader of the Dragonlance books. My favourite character was Raistlin Majere. Physically frail but incredibly strong willed and powerful, I pitied and despised him in equal measures when I first started reading the books, but my opinion changed dramatically when he did one thing.

As the heroes were escaping danger Raistlin suddenly went back, to his friends' chagrin, and returned with - Bupu, the little gully dwarf who had been their guide. And who the big, strong men - had completely forgot about. And the only one willing to risk his life to save her was Raistlin.

I started to love his character then.

Probably one of the most tragic figures in fantasy I desperately wanted Raistlin redeemed. Don't get me wrong - he did some terrible things. But, it all came from a place of pain. And I wanted him to get a 'happy ending'. Because this is fantasy folks - and if you can't find happy endings in make believe, where can you find them?

But ultimately....he didn't. I was devastated.

But, there was always Star Wars.

Not anymore.

The Skywalkers are all dead, along with Han Solo. And apparently Adam Driver confirmed in a recent interview Ben aka Kylo...was never meant to be redeemed. That he was meant to die evil.

And also...Harrison Ford actually didn't want Han to die in TFA. Despite years ago wanting to kill his character off, Ford over the years mellowed a lot to him.

Abrams wanted him to die at his son's hands so we, the audience, would hate Kylo. That we would cheer his death. That we would embrace Rey as his replacement.

But they made a drastic mistake.

Because Rey - is a bore.

She may tick the boxes but she is frankly utterly unmemorable as a hero. She's an archetype.

The most memorable character was Kylo. And the 'reylo' romance was the highlight of the ST. No matter how much Finn fans moan. No matter how much the 'woke' criticised it. Because Rey was at her most interesting when interacting with Kylo.

And it wasn't just we fans of it who noticed it - Rian Johnson did.

And the critics did.

But, Disney refused to listen and gave us TROS. Now they intend to continue with their soulless heroine in a new film, or series of films, whilst removing the prince from their forthcoming LA Snow White.

Why?

To satisfy #metoo, who apparently were the 'consultants' on the LA Little Mermaid? Which underperformed at the BO?

Frankly, to quote Rhett Butler ....I myself don't give a damn.

Bad enough that Raistlin had a sad ending. Bad enough Loki did. But Star Wars, the film series that had at its heart a message of hope - sorry Disney, SW was the last straw. I loved it for forty plus years. I was 12 when I first saw it. I was 54 when I watched it die with TROS.

Disney turned Lucas's saga into a horror story. And it was meant to be a fairytale.

Fairytales have happy endings. Real life is often heartbreaking and disappointing. Fairy Tales are our escape.

Disney, once the master of fairtales....have completely crushed them.

No romance. No love. No forgiveness.

No redemption but death.

If all someone can expect is that....why bother 'turning good'? Why bother at all?

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sapphire-weapon · 10 months

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Hey! No pressure to answer this (especially bc I know some people get like... weirdly intense about fictional ships lol and it's understandable if you wanna avoid any childish controversy on your blog!). Why do you prefer Leon/Ashley over Leon/Ada (if you do)? I'm just curious, because I really enjoy reading into peoples different opinions and where they come from, when they're about characters that I enjoy! :) I really like all three characters, but don't ship any of it! Lol.

But yeah, if you'd like to delve into it a little (especially because you're a long time fan!!) I'd love to hear your thoughts. :)

I mean there's no profound reason why I like Leon/Ashley. It's just the flavor of ship that I prefer. I could tell you things about it that I like, but there's no real reason behind why I like it other than I just do.

I hate Leon/Ada because Ada does not exist as a character outside of her relationship with Leon. She was tailored solely to be his melodrama. That's not interesting or compelling to me. That's contrived bullshit. And it's insulting when you consider the fact that Ada should rightfully have a much larger role in the story that's completely divorced from him, because she worked for Wesker for six (or more, probably more) fucking years. But no. She's not allowed to be on screen without Leon. We're not allowed to know who she is beyond her relationship with him.

For as long as Ada is attached to Leon, she hasn't been and won't be her own character. And I don't fuck with that.

It also adds an extra layer of melodrama onto Leon that doesn't need to exist, because he already has the only negative character arc in this series to begin with, and it's like Ada's just tacked onto the end of it in order to make his life even more miserable.

Like, if you remove Ada's involvement in Leon's life past RE2, nothing about his character needs to change in order to compensate for her loss, because the core of Leon's character is that he's trapped in a nightmare that keeps repeating over and over again. He's looked at as a weapon and treated as such by the same government that kidnapped him and held his foster daughter at gunpoint, and there's no escape and nothing changes. He's both indispensable and yet completely powerless, and all he's been doing since 1998 is run in place.

Ada adds nothing to him. She's just baggage. She's merely part of the nightmare that keeps repeating, and she's not even remotely the most important part. She's just... there.

That's not to say that there's no there there in terms of the ship. I understand their connection, and I've written huge long posts about it. I'm just saying that narratively and thematically, their relationship adds absolutely nothing to the story of Resident Evil or to either of their characters -- and, in Ada's case, it actually makes her lesser.

ETA: I'm sorry anon, I should've sat on this a bit and answered it when I was in less of a foul mood (real morale hit at work today for the whole damn place). If I haven't completely chased you off, I'd be happy to go into what about Leon/Ashley makes me happy way later tonight when I get home and can hug a cat. My littlest cat will stay on my lap even when I'm typing.

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song-of-oots · 2 years

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There’s a particular character archetype that I seem to end up completely obsessed with over and over again, and I’ve been thinking about the reasons why and realising some things. So my favourite character type can be summed up as:

Evil/morally grey character with deep-rooted emotional issues who nevertheless possesses a spark of underlying decency, leading to potential for positive growth (though don’t count on it).

Examples include: Severus Snape, Sandor Clegane and Redcloak

I occasionally come across people asserting that this kind of fascination comes from a “fix-it” mentality, where silly women just like the idea of taking a bad man and making him better.

But I realised it’s not about me wanting to change someone else.

It’s about me wanting to change me.

I don’t want to get too bogged down in personal details so I’ll keep this bit brief:

I've had a lot of problems with depression and anxiety over the years. These things have been very up and down, but I've learned that even when I'm feeling well there are certain circumstances I should probably avoid because they are likely to trigger relapses (unfortunately this has rather buggered up my professional life, where there are certain types of job I simply cannot do without having a nervous breakdown). And while I've managed to drag myself out of the worst bouts of depression, I have never been able to tackle the root cause of the problem and I don't know if I ever will. (It’s not even that I don’t know what the root cause of the problem is. I do, I’ve realised what major influences caused this negative view of myself and I also know, logically, that there’s no reason to keep believing that stuff. And yet, here I am, still only partially free from it all.)

The point I’m trying to make is that deep-rooted psychological change is hard.

I think this is a part of the reason why characters like Severus Snape, Sandor Clegane and Redcloak have taken up permanent residence in my brain. What really grabs me about them is how impacted they all are by their own unprocessed emotional trauma, and how stuck they are in negative thought patterns. It’s not really the notion of absolution or redemption that speaks to me – the removal of the stain of sin and wrong-doing – it’s more about the process, the mere possibility of positive change and healing (whether it is successful or not).

It’s the fact that for these characters to achieve any kind of peace of mind and become better people, they have to face up to these emotional issues, and think their way through those thought patterns. And they each come across as desperately authentic to me because of the implicit acknowledgment that this kind of change is really, really messy and difficult. I will them to succeed, but still love them as characters to an almost painful degree regardless of whether they do or not. It fascinates me to see how different writers tackle the subject – not only with how change and transformation can happen, but also how and why it can fail.

And one may ask why I get particularly fascinated by these morally questionable characters, rather than literally any other straight-up heroic character with emotional issues who struggles to overcome them to become a better person?

Why Severus Snape and not Neville Longbottom?

Why Redcloak and not Haley Starshine?

Why Sandor Clegane and not… I dunno actually cos it’s been a while since I read ASOIAF and I think sometimes the notion of who is a ‘hero’ and who isn’t is actually quite blurry (and further obscured by the fact that the story is unfinished) but… maybe Dany? Arya? Sansa? John? Bran? This is a really interesting thing to think about actually, hmmm…

Anyway, the heroic characters are still interesting, but not usually to the point that they keep me awake at night, shredding my heart into little itty bits an setting my brain abuzz.

And I’m not sure I know the answer. There is more than one reason for my fascination with villains, but I think what’s most relevant to this particular question boils down to this: fiction is a safe space to deal with extremes. You can safely imagine the worst kinds of people you can possibly think of, and think about what circumstances, what choices made them this way? and also what could help them to change? Can they change at all??

It’s kinda funny, because it’s not like seeing these characters succeed would suddenly unlock the secret of how I, too, can overcome my demons, but nevertheless it’s still pretty damn cathartic and moving to think that they could. Whereas those that fail or only partially succeed are a reminder that struggling with crap like this is actually a very painfully human experience. And when I’ve been depressed, these characters have managed to maintain a fascination and emotional vibrancy that cuts through the numbness and anxiety. They’ve sent a message that if these people who are objectively worse than me can improve themselves – if I can even just believe in the possibility that they could – then maybe I won’t always be as disgusting as I have, at times, believed myself to be. They’ve been a part of me that my self-loathing couldn’t quite reach, and helped me to cling on when I’ve needed something to cling to.

#severus snape #sandor clegane #redcloak #my favourite characters #mental illness #mental health #even when they fail there is catharsis in tragedy #also mentioning: nastasya filippovna #she's not a villain just unpleasant sometimes #but the basic ideas are the same and i love her

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adozentothedawn · 2 years

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So, I promised you some Mass Effect hot takes a while ago. Let's start off with the one that I think is the least hot take but I honestly have no idea what people think about him. Not much I think considering I have not encountered his name in the wild at all but eh.

But first: reminder that these are my personal opinions. You're neither necessarily wrong nor are you a bad person if you disagree. These are opinions not moral judgements, least of all of you.

Now:

1. Kai Leng is a horrible character. Why does he exist. Why did they put they put in a completely new character to be our main Cerberus nemesis. Also why is he a weird metal gear knock-off. He doesn't even get any interesting character bits, he's just evil and there to be in my way. Wuhu. The fucking clone from the joke dlc (which tbh I did like a lot even if it does not belong in this game at all) was a better nemesis. I mean the best option would have been to set up someone 2 but I guess they didn't think of that and then noticed they had a problem. Why did they not just use Eva? Probably cause they didn't think of it and just needed am excuse to give Edi a body and then forgot about it. Anyway, they should have used Eva.

On to the hotter takes.

2. I don't like Kaidan. I'm sorry I'm just not terribly fond of him. I don't hate him by any means and I certainly don't think he should be removed or anything, I just don't get the hype. That said, time for nuance which is what's really gonna get me in with the devil probably. Despite the fact that I'm not really hot on him, he does have some excellent moments. That last talk on earth in 3? 10/10, wish they hadn't been cowards and had learnt more into it. That talk on the citadel at the café was also very nice. Kaidan is a perfectly serviceable character. However. The writers did him dirty. In 1 I personally just didn't like him very much first of all because the game tried to shove him onto me in the weirdest and honestly pretty uncomfortable way. 'Mixed signals' my ass, I was just polite which of course must mean that as a person with vagina I definitely want his penis. And then he's also just not the most interesting character in a game full of weird aliens. But aside from that, he's perfectly fine. Virmire is also an interesting moment, good job! But then. But then. 2 is honestly also not his fault, I like the conflict they wrote cause yeah he's right, Shepard showing up again and working for Cerberus is sus as fuck. Great. But then they wrote Shepard in a way that only lets you defend yourself by going 'no Cerberus is great actually!' which just. Why. Just let me tell him 'Yeah you're right, I'm not happy about it either, I just don't have much choice right now.' He doesn't have to believe that, but the whole talk is written in a way that is just weird. And then 3 happens where he really gets the short end of the stick. Again, I don't mind the conflict. But fact is just that all the character development for him happens off screen. He is super agressive in the beginning constantly blaming you beyond even what's actually reasonable even (which is perfectly fine) but then he gets the shit beaten out of him, you visit him in the hospital twice, and he's like 'Yeah I guess you're fine.' He doesn't even apologize, he just goes 'Are we good?' and all I wanted to say was, 'I don't know man, are we? I wasn't the one accusing you of being traitor constantly.' Then the Udina thing happens and if he survives he corners you and asks you if you would have shot him again with the weird judgmental undertone. Which in itself isn't a problem if that would have had any consequences. But after that he's just there now. None of this makes him an unforgivably terrible character or anything, it just makes him unimpressive in comparison to pretty much everyone else.

3. I don't mind that Thane dies. I am ready to be stoned. Now, I do in fact mind the scene where he gets beat up because much like anything that includes Kai Leng it is a very dumb scene. But also that thing has been dissected to death anyway so let's just say I agree and move on. The actual scene where he dies in the hospital is pretty fucking good though honestly! In fact, it plays into what I think should have been way more prevalent anyway, the fact that Shepard is convinced they're going to die. 'You won't be alone for long, Thane' like daaaaaaamn. Also just from a character standpoint, I think this was the best ending you could have given him. (excluding the execution that was bullocks) He was going to die either way. He made it clear that he didn't want to die in a hospital and was staying there specifically for Kolyat's sake. He is doing what he does for the people he loves, so him dying to save Shepard is perfectly in character and a very nice, if tragic, way of rounding out that arch. I'm here for that. In fact, in my opinion out of everyone who has to die he got the best actual death scene (excluding Anderson maybe, that was also a very gut punch). Also, personally it would have felt like a copout to me if you had been able to find a cure for him, and it wouldn't have fit with that this game was trying to be. That doesn't mean you shouldn't write fics about it or whatever, hell no go ahead I might even read them I love fix-its, but I don't think it's a fault of the game to not have done it.

4. Another take I'm not sure about the hotness of, but considering people's love for vampires I'll just assume it is a hot one. I hate the Ardat-Yakshi lore and how it's handled. It makes me really uncomfortable. What it basically is is a fast acting, deadly std you're born with. And the people who have it are locked away and under constant supervision and rules because apparently someone, be it the writers or the Asari because of the writers, can't imagine that someone might just choose to not have sex. Also they aren't even consistent because you can also later learn in a conversation in the hospital of an Ardat-Yakshi who was a commando. Samara on the other hand tries to shoot herself in 3 to avoid having to kill her daughter who the code claims cannot ever leave the monastery. And I do understand that that code is not equivalent to Asari law, but also to be honest I can't even bother with the details anymore because this whole thing just makes me uncomfortable with its weird implications. But then again Mass Effect has always been good at constructing unfortunate implications.

So, I think that was it for my hottest takes for now. I'm not putting my ending thoughts here cause I am pretty certain that the idea that the ending is hot garbage is not hot itself. I might make a list with ideas on how to fix it later, though keep in mind that I have not played the modded version yet, but I certainly will.

#mass effect #for real these are personal opinions and not moral judgements #especially 2 and 3 #while I might not agree with everyone on those I absolutely respect the people who just like Kaidan a lot or didn't want Thane to die #those are entirely fair regardless of my personal opinion on it #i mean 1 and 4 as well I just think I'm less likely to get stoned for those takes xD

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kn1felady · 2 years

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HELLO THIS IS COMPLETE SPOILERS FOR THE SCHOOL FOR GOOD AND EVIL FILM SO PLEASE AVOID IF YOU HAVENT WATCHED IT (which you should)

These are my thoughts which are purely subjective and you can 100% disagree with. I just wanted to write some stuff down to live in peace. Then again I just watched the film and so some of my opinions may change.

Characters

- Agatha: she was fine for most of the film but in the final act I thought she was a bit of a wet blanket yelling “stawp…guys this isn’t you!!” WORST PART IS she lost her main scene: the mirror scene. That was meant to be the peak of her character arc where she realised that she’s not ugly to a witch and learns to embrace herself. Instead she’s just kind of there and suddenly falls in love. Also I feel like her relationship dynamic with Sophie just doesn’t work as well as it does in the books. Her relationship with Sophie is SUPPOSED TO BE ONE SIDED. Agatha is supposed to (initially) be dependent on Sophie because she’s always ever been alone while Sophie uses her as a good deed. I feel like it changes the relationship that was so inherently flawed from the get go. Also LET AGATHA SAY FUCK

- Sophie: I always never liked her in the books and the film is no different. The thing that annoys me though is even though Sophie is unlikeable in the books, she kind of owns it? In the film, all her agency is taken away as a character. At least in the books she was evil unapologetically but in the films she was manipulated the whole time so it removes any of her responsibility. Just let her be Grand Witch Ultimate. I do love her “the protagonists are talking” line though - it genuinely made me laugh so hard. The problem is she’s too sympathetic in the film. How is she not good?? Why is she evil??? In the book she uses Agatha as a good deed and constantly belittles everyone- yes, not outright evil but it still makes her a not good person.

- Tedros: with the removal of some of the most important plots in the book (eg circus of talents) there really was no development. In the first book he kind of is just a love interest with some personality but in the film he’s also really stupid?? Like just genuinely not bright. He flip flops between loving Sophie and Agatha yet neither relationship is fully fleshed out. Also his character arc throughout the books in letting go of his toxic masculinity (which is why he and Agatha make such a great pair among other reasons). In the books he actively despised when a woman (see Agatha) protects him or saves him. In the film he doesn’t really act that way.

- Rafal: I think they should’ve made his character more creepy with the whole Sophie true love thing. To be honest though, I don’t mind what they did with him and I have no major grievances.

- Hester: THEY BUTCHERED MY GIRL. Not really but still I feel like they could’ve used her more. In the books she is more of a major character so it’s a shame she was demoted like that. But I understand that they had to cut down some characters importance.

- Lady Lesso: clearly they just used her as a replacement for Evelyn Sader which sucks. I liked how Lesso was more strong and “evil” in the sense that what she sought was true balance in the books. ALSO GIVE HER A GIRLFRIEND AND BY GIRLFRIEND I MEAN PROFESSOR DOVEY.

- Professor Dovey: no complaints here actually. I liked how eccentric she was :)

- Gregor: I did like his inclusion but at the same time all he did was fill in the role of Agatha’s exploration of the school for Good exhibition. I cant really remember the chapter this was in (in book 1 obv) but it’s where Agatha realises that all the students who rank the lowest become mogrifs. It’s a massive shame they cut this scene out because I remember when I read it I found it really creepy and actually quite disturbing. I felt like Gregor’s death and subsequent transformation into a stymph could’ve been so much more creepy (although again I understand they couldn’t make this film graphic or anything)

PLOT:

- I actually quite liked it?? Obviously they had to cut out ALOT of the book which didn’t surprise me but I thought they way they incorporated some of the book events was pretty good.

- I’m sad they cut out the circus of talents though :(

- Also significantly reduced the trial by tale and whole class captain thingy.

- ngl I’m very disappointed they got rid of the enemies to lovers type thing between Tedros and Agatha. I mean it’s not a massive deal but I’m still a bit peeved.

- I REALLY LIKED THE MORALITY ELEMENTS. Like with Agatha questioning the black and white binary of the schools and Lady Lesso saying “it’s what you do that counts” etc etc. I genuinely can’t remember if it was in the books or not but…yes I’m impressed. I like it. (Pls read ‘was i most complete at teh beginning or the bow’ by nosecoffee which covers the greyness of morality much better than how I explained some of my thoughts here)

- Finally…IM SO HAPPY THEY KEPT THE SOPHIE/AGATHA KISS!!!!!!!! I was fully convinced they would cut that out but I’m very happy they didn’t in the end. They did beat you around they head screaming “THEYRE SISTERS. BEST FRIENDS. JUST FRIENDS” but I’m happy nonetheless.

- The ending was good but I feel like in the book it was done just slightly better. In the book Agatha is whisked away so quickly I feel like she couldn’t really choose to stay with Tedros anyway which is what makes her wish to return in book 2 more understandable. In the film Tedros watches them leave and says nothing?? And Agatha is so sure in her decision too which might make her wish in book 2 unfulfilling. This is a minor nitpick but I wanted to include this anyway because it just doesn’t sit right with me.

OVERALL

I genuinely can’t tell if this film is good or bad. I LOVE IT because I feel like I have an obligation to as I waited for seven years for this. At the same time though..I know some of the things in this aren’t great. Like for example the CGI didn’t look too good in the first half, the acting just didn’t work (for me) sometimes and the pacing was just a bit weird. But I still think it was a pretty decent film…I’m most definitely biased though.

Because the pacing was a bit off, I felt like both Tagatha and Tophie just weren’t developed enough to be believable. It’s a massive shame but I guess what can you do?

THE SCORE WAS FANTASTIC. The originally composed music slaps hard. I’m not a massive fan of using modern music (like Brutal) in the film but I found that I didn’t really mind in the end.

Also justice for Honora. She is a gorgeous woman who is lovely and awesome and DOES NOT DESERVE THAT SLANDER. And bring me more Callis.

#sge sophie #netflix #the school for good and evil #don’t hate me pls just none of my friend read the books so I have no one to rant to

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yuichiroswife · 2 years

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𝐓𝐄𝐍 𝐐’𝐒:

1. When are you usually online?

Due to the fact I pretty much have nothing else to do because of reasons I’d rather not specify to everyone here on this hellsite, I’m basically here 24/7. You can always reach me via IMs (granted that my phone doesn’t make the little message noise like it’s supposed to so sometimes I don’t know you messaged me) or throw me asks and starters whenever you’d like (that also takes some time for me to get to though because I only answer that stuff on my laptop). You can also reach me via Discord 24/7 since I always have that open on my phone and laptop (when my laptop isn’t off anyway) so if you want that, just shoot me a message via IMs.

2. What verses are you involved in?

Truthfully, Mika has a pretty decent amount of verses that I’ve tossed him into, though most of them don’t belong to any series because they’re just mainly used in a more modern setting. Due to the fact that people stopped being interested in my Mika though, I ended up pretty much removing Mika’s verses from his blog completely. The only verse that I use now is his OnS verse and I used to use his Resident Evil 2 verse with Ino pretty often (though it was just him taking Sherry’s place and Crosseyra taking Claire’s). Oh, I also use Mika’s Assassination Classroom verse with my platonic girlfriend, Vira.

3. What is your biggest RP pet peeve?

Um... probably just the basic stuff for roleplaying that everyone else gets irritated with? Godmoding, force-shipping, not reading rules, and metagaming I guess? Though if I’m completely honest, I could care less about what someone else’s muse knows about my muse because it’s not like it’d bother them in the first place, lmfao. Most of my muses are pretty nonchalant about everything, especially Dickson, so if your muse somehow knows he’s a monster or something and try to use it as a way to get one over on him, he’d literally just laugh about it and be like “yeah, I’m totally not human. Pretty cool that you noticed.” It’s the same with if you try to godmod against my muses, if I don’t like what you’re doing, I’ll just do it back. XD I promise you I can be ten times more annoying (especially since my sister says I’m annoying 24/7). :D

I guess what irritates me more though is when your freaking partner doesn’t barely add shit into the roleplay so it’s just a basic response and you don’t know what to do with it. Like... it’s just three lines of absolute horse shit that you can’t even pick up and throw even if you wanted to! Nothing interesting is happening and the actions preformed are literally just being repetitive. God... I hate the repetitive actions. I can’t do anything if all your muse does is blush and giggle. Please, if you value me as a partner or even just value my sanity, DON’T FREAKING DO IT.

Also, please, and I do mean PLEASE, do not expect my muses to fall in love with yours ESPECIALLY if they’re: 1) already married or in a relationship, 2) are single-ship muses, 3) aren’t interested in relationships, or 4) are like Dickson where they literally HAVE NO EMOTIONS TO BEGIN WITH. Everything he does is ACTED. Learned through observing others and copying them. His feelings, unless worked on by himself or someone else (and I mean worked on for a very long time), are not genuine. He does not love you, he is using you unless he actively states otherwise, and I don’t mean when muses who are in love do the usual “oh, I love you so much.” I mean him quite literally obsessing over your muse to the point he’s willing to murder anyone who even breathes in your muse’s general direction. I rambled a bit there... but the point is, don’t think my muses will instantly love yours just because yours confess to mine. Most of my muses would probably just call your muse an idiot or laugh at them. One more thing, I promise. Do not assume that just because your muse is some big and scary bad person (or whatever) that my muse will fear yours (unless they’re possibly human or some weaker being, but even then most of my human muses don’t care) because they won’t. People like Philis, Rain, Mikaela (sometimes it depends on his mood though), and Ember will not be afraid of you, if anything, they’ll likely just think you’re crazy. People like Dickson, Tina, Giovanni, and Hazen (in the future only) will not be afraid of you either, instead they’ll laugh and ask if you’re looking for a partner to aid you in whatever terrible path you’re going down. Also, do not assume that my muses will not outright kill yours if you piss them off to a certain degree because they will, especially since most of my muses aren’t against killing random people (either because they aren’t stable or come from a world that is filled with war). Even if you interact with my kinder muses, they still have a line you can cross and they will try to still kill your muse if need be.

4. Are you drawn to specific types of muses?

I’m pretty sure everyone has noticed, but I have an unhealthy obsession infatuation with darker muses, such as ones who are unstable or unhinged. *coughs* Like Envy as the biggest example. *coughs* I also am really drawn to male muses that are either super pretty or super masculine (I don’t know any other word to describe what I mean, please forgive me) or ones that are very fatherly (probably because they remind me of my own dad). Bonus if they’re super masculine and fatherly because it melts my heart. ; w; Appearance-wise though, I’m drawn to male muses with black hair and blue eyes (*gestures at Dickson*) while I’m drawn to female muses with bizarre colored hair (meaning outside of the usual blonde, black, red, brown) and bizarre colored eyes (outside of green, blue, and brown). But I’m also super fond of male muses with black hair and bizarre eye colors too because sometimes it can look super pretty.

This is totally uncalled for, but my biggest draw in to a muse is if they look a lot like or remind me a lot of Chris Redfield from Resident Evil because that man has my WHOLE heart. And I don’t mean that shitty excuse of a “Chris Redfield” from Resident Evil 7 either. I’m talking about Chris Redfield from Resident Evil 5, Resident Evil 6, and Resident Evil 8 (where he now has a dad bod), though I also love all previous Chris Redfields too. <3

5. Are there reoccurring themes in your writing that people might not notice?

Um... aside from the fact that I tend to ramble a lot? I don’t think so? I personally don’t think my writing is all that great so I don’t think I can really answer a question like this? I’m also not really sure what a reoccurring theme could be in my writing. Sorry! ; ;

6. What are your favorite RP trends?

Dunno really? I don’t really know any roleplay trends aside from the Google Docs and carrd thing. I attempted to do Google Docs, but I got frustrated because I couldn’t figure it out so I gave up. I didn’t even attempt with carrd because you gotta pay for that and I’m always broke so... haha. I only recently learned how to do mediocre graphics and add extra muse themes onto my blogs. I’m a pretty bland person honestly.

7. What is your process for starting a new story with someone?

I usually try to just toss them a very small random starter that isn’t really affiliated with anything in case they wanna use a specific verse with it. I try not to actively talk to the person I’m trying to start a thread with because of my anxiety being so bad to the point (mainly from all the years of being bullied and being ignored when I attempt to talk to people) that I just assume everyone doesn’t actually want to listen to me talk to them. I remember when Envyness teased me about something and I almost cried because I thought they were mad at me. The only reason I didn’t was because they actively said they were teasing and I instantly felt better afterwards. I’m pretty pathetic, haha.

8. How do you feel about duplicates?

I don’t mind duplicates of my canon muses (though I’m pretty sure I have more OCs than canons). I think duplicates are pretty cool to be honest, especially when they like to do the whole “twin” situation with me. XD I had two friends that roleplayed Mika do that with me and it was hella cute.

Though since OCs are supposed to be one of a kind, if I find someone stealing my fucking character that I put YEARS of work into, I’m ripping their arm off and beating them into submission with it.

9. How long have you been involved in roleplaying?

Um... I think I first started when I was like... thirteen or twelve? I just recently turned twenty-four so... twelve years or maybe closer to thirteen? Hard to fully remember since I started roleplaying via Skype and I’ve had Skype since I was in fifth or sixth grade. Yes, just imagine a baby Speka typing up a storm for roleplay with friends. Probably not as cute as most think since I was a gremlin according to my older brother.

10. Is there a muse or verse you could write in, but haven’t?

I dunno to be honest? Given the fact that I have a pretty large multimuse, I can pretty much just add whoever I want to it and start writing for them. Though, I guess if I had to pick someone, I’d probably like to write... Zhongli from Genshin Impact or maybe Jill Valentine from Resident Evil?

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Tagging: Whoever wants to do this, just steal it and tag me.

#{ I have way too many characters that I'd like to write for. }#{ Most of them tend to be for one series though. }#{ But sometimes I have characters that I wanna write from different series too. }#{ See? I can have variety. }#{ Thank you for tagging me Envyness! }#{ I pretty much just copied the stuff I wrote on the multimuse here and changed a few things since Mika is a single muse blog. }#✠ [ ' ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴᴇ ᴡʜᴏ ʟᴇᴀᴅs ʙᴇʜɪɴᴅ ᴄʟᴏsᴇᴅ ᴅᴏᴏʀs. ' ] - ✡ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏғ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ ✡

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So one of the more obscure and facinating parts of Tolkien's legendarium i recently stumbled unto was The Debate of Finrod and Andreth from Morgoth's ring, which turned a lot of what i thought i knew about Tolkien lore and themes on it's head.

It's mostly a short tale about a wise woman of thr Edain and an Elven King of Nargothrond discussing the early days of man, how they were from before the first sin, how they were after, how they differed in both role in the universe and nature to elves, and so on.

It has some very interesting parts, like how it describes the Early mankind sounding very, very similar to the Numenoreans in the period right after they got their great gifts(greater in spirit and strength than they were after the fall, capable of making wonders that put even the Valar's potential to shame, no fear of death, long life(though the way its spoken about suggests humanity just didnt manage exist long enough for any of them to die of first age), and being far less susceptible to the influence of evil).

This suggests that the Numenoreans gifts(which diminished over time, not by dilluting blood as in universe characters often believe, but by the inheritors of such becoming wickedand evil, and passing off their weakened gift onwards, where innevitably it weakens during another generation, until it begins to fizzle out completely) was actually the Numenoreans not being blessed with some special supernatural gift unique to them, but by being cleansed of Morgoth's influence, and recovering the natural state that was all of humanity's birthright.

And when they turned to wickedness and gave in to the influence of Morgoth anew, they began to revert back.

There is also a bit where Humanity will one day "Enlarge the Music to Surpass the Vision of the World." Which is a fanciful way of saying that we'd one day leave Arda behind and conquer the stars(Which in and of itself has an interesting story behind it, as Tolkien originally thought space travel through the void was actually physically impossible, and that Earendil's travels through space was a miracle no humans could ever repeat. Then the moon landings happened XD. you gotta wonder if the reason why Tolkien eventually began quietly dropping the references to the destined final battle in his works was because he realised that the end of Earth might not be as decisive as he'd once though).

However, the single most interesting part of the entire bit is a bit about a discussion of the long defeat and marring of Arda. For amongst what we learn through King Finrod having a moment of Sight(i really wish tolkien invented a better descriptive word for these psychic visions characters like Frodo, Gandalf and Aragorn sometimes have) which gives him clarity into Humanity's true nature, we learn that Humanity's main role as the Inheritors of Arda, the Race's true destiny from the word go, was that they were intended to heal the marring of Arda. Which then obviously got derailed at the first sin.

Now he has a sorta sight intot he remaking of the world, or at least one version of it, but the implication that it was humanity's intended purpose, means that 1. It was possibly to do so in some way, even after Morgoth imbued the world itself with his essence, and 2. That by extension, the healing of Arda(In whatever form that might be, as it could not be completely removed from thr world withouth breaking it) was always meant to be undone, and not necessarily at the end of the world.

This obviously puts Eru's plans in a much more positive light, but the thing im way more interested in, and the actual question this entire thing was leading up to, when do you think that the "Healing of Arda" became impossible?

Because there clearly was a point of no return, when the nature of the world crystalized into the world we get to see in LOTR, a world in eternal, innevitable decline, where the elves were doomed and magic would go eventually, like it or not.

The most boring answer is of course that it became impossible with the first sin, but im not so sure im satisfied with that.

Beyond being boring, it kinda seems like the second age was an era where the magic and wonder of the world was resurging, and the conflict was wheter or not good or evil would win.

To me, looking at the bigger picture it seems that the Numenoreans, and the way they first interacted with the outside world seems to be an example of them acting in the way Humanity was always meant to be, as they tried to lift their fellow man up, and aid the Elves as best they could.

Of course Evil won the "greater conflict" of that age, and though Sauron was defeated, the sinking of Numenor, and the bending of the world seems to, in my opinion at least, be THE moment when the marring of Arda became completely irreversible, and could only be undone by the the breaking of the world.

However i'll addmit that's just my thoughts on it.

If you believe that the reason Beleriand fell into the sea was that by the end Morgoth had poured so much of himself and his essence into Beleriand, that he had made himself an effective Keystone of the land that by physically removing him broke it on a fundamental level, the point of no return would probably be the battle of unnumbered tears and the period afterwards, where his evil began to creep southwards withouth any checks beyond Turins two brief periods of leading a sucessfull resistance. That was the period where Morgoth's corruption of the world around him was acellerated until he was a weak, frail ogre like figure by the end.

Or if you believe the magic in the world was doomed the moment the one ring was forged, because it put an expiration date tied to it's existence then obviously that would be the point of no return.

Or maybe there was no single, massive turning point, and all of these just stacked on top of each other until it all just became too much.

Regardless, what do you think?

Wow! The more shallow accusations of racism in Tolkien's works could be defused completely with that point about the fall of Numenor and how it was their choices that diminished their power.

But before I give my answer, your follow-up:

Also one more detail about the fall of numenor you wouldn't know unless you read the aforementioned story from Morgoth's ring. The first sin in Tolkien's legendarium was turning away from Eru... but it's the method they did so that is the most important for my opinion that it was the fall of numenor that was the decisive point of no return. See in the beginning humanity was guided by illuvatar, similar to how the elves were originally sought and guided by the valar, but eru was a bit more hands off, basically the story of the garden of eden, the devil creeps in, yada yada... Then over time morgoth worms his way into the hearts of men and turns them from illuvatar with lies. Where the tale truly differs from the actual christian tale(which funnily enough, the medieval catholic church believed was an allegorical recounting of something that happened, and not a literal recounting of events :D), is by which means they turned against god. In the story of adam and eve, the two first humans ate the apple of knowledge, and so took sin unto themselves, along with knowledge. In tolkien's universe, the human race(before they splintered during the following events) as a whole built a giant temple to Morgoth, where they worshiped him, and it was said that not a single human being alive at the time had not at the very least set foot in this temple of devil worship... But the final straw so to say, was that not only did the human race turn away from Eru to worship Morgoth(whether it be out of fear or genuine belief) but in this dread temple, they began to sacrifice their fellow men as sacrifices to the dark lord. That was the last straw for Eru, and the aftermath of that was when Morogth fled back west to angband, abandoning the humans he'd corrupted, while the now greatly diminished human race splintered completely from one people into the various different peoples of the Earth(im guessing this is basically incorporating the story of the tower of babel as well). With this in mind you can probably see why i put the downfall of numenor as the moment where any hope of humanity ultimately reversing the marring of arda eithouth the world having to be destroyed, died. It was literately the first sin being repeated, beat for beat, in a realm given as a divine gift, perpetrated by the very people who seemingly got a taste of what humanity was always meant to be, who's purpose was to be the shining beacon on the hill for the entire human race, only to in the end completely squander it, and go back to the exact same sin that broke the human race apart and led to their marring to begin with. There is a distinct symbolism there that is impossible to miss... In a world where symbolism has enormous power.

I'll admit the symbolism is potent, and dramatically it works better to have a single point of no return. This is something where I think the 'prequels' being unfinished really hampers our ability to analyze them as a story, as I would normally say that Tolkien would have called out such a moment explicitly, but this feels like the kind of thing where an author feels their way into making a decision as they settle the details and see the shape of the story.

So in the story's current form, I think it feels more like an accumulation of darkness. However, as you note, that echo of the original sin is a satisfying reflection, the same sin ending the journey into darkness as started it. But I can also see an argument that intervention is necessary, that the Devil tempting humanity is the fulcrum on which the Creation Myth turns, so perhaps giving it to Morgoth's action has better weight.

I'm less inclined to give it to Sauron and the One Ring, since that feels like a separate story and more 'modern' than the formative stuff, even though it's supposed to all be our Earth's pre-history.

I admit I'm a bit ambivalent about the idea of humanity being meant to repair the damage Morgoth did at the outset. Like you, I'm unsure what that would even look like, and I personally find something compelling about the idea that the 'material' world has always too flawed to last forever and its destiny being to fade slash fall into fire slash grow cold without a sun, etc. (I mean, I was born a Catholic, so that makes sense. XD) So the idea that this was all avoidable according to the grand design -- but then that failed -- is something I'm having a hard time swallowing. If we go with the idea that this was all Eru's grand plan, it seems simpler and more elegant to just let the initial corruption always maintain its influence, rather than build in an attempt to undo it that never comes to fruition.

However, I think that's the part of the story that needs to be defined and gives its proper place and weight before we can make a real decision about the Point of No Return. If humanity was special and had the collective ability to somehow counter Morgoth's corruption, then perhaps he leveraged that power to guarantee their fall, if their initial sins weren't enough to do it.

But perhaps that can be tied to your preference for the Numenoreans' fall. However they were meant to repair the world, that same power was the only thing that could ruin the plan.

So I guess I just have a bunch of thoughts instead of a clear preference. Still, that's some fascinating stuff. Thanks for sharing!

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i-love--you · 8 months

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I've realized a few weeks ago that the reason I only am romantically interested in girls is because of the way men have been shown to me by my father.

I'm female, and have had tons and tons of female friends--and my mother was never really sexually weird with me until after I was about ten. But my father always had some sick joy and fun out of making me very obviously uncomfortable from sexual depictions, teaching me sex words (when I was four I asked him what "c*ck" meant because he was yelling at my mom to s*ck her dad's c*ck--ew, btw--and he told me what it meant, accusing me of liking it when I giggled (if you've ever been near children, you know how they find anything "private" hilarious)) and more. He would keep shower doors wide open without telling me, so when I went to use the bathroom I'd see him naked and get yelled at for it.

It's not very easy to speak about, because I've always been afraid of people treating me with disgust, despite always trying my best to avoid it. Even to this day, he'll make uncomfortable sexual jokes, talk about my and my peers' bodies, and comment on whether their chests are big enough or not. Multiple times, he's told me I wasn't a "real girl" because I didn't have big hips and a huge chest (I am naturally a rectangle, and also not fully developed).

He'd talk about the objectifying ways he viewed women, telling me I was just like my mother, etcetera etcetera.

This is quite difficult to even acknowledge, so I'll try and explain it in the most vague way I can. My mom tasked my dad with showering me when I was four, and I remember my privates hurting and feeling incredibly painful after that. I won't go into more detail

Ever since then, boys have always been quite gross to me. Not even in the "ewww the opposite gender ewww" I mean I have literally considering self-immolation because of them. I do not like them looking at me at all, I do not like being near them, I cannot handle men in the same comfortable way I would a woman.

Despite all this, I still wish I had a father figure so badly, but not my dad. I wish I had someone who could wipe this from my mind and (I guess) make me perfect and straight again, someone to bless me and correct my disgusting "desires."

I hate being attracted to other women. I hate not being straight.

I hate all of this. All I had to do was be a conservative Christian and marry a man, have some kids, obey my parents wills, never get vaccinated ever, become a doctor/computer engineer, homeschool said kids, keep internet away as much as I could, live in Florida or Russia or India or my home state, get rid of all my scars completely, remove any and all mental illness, and then I'd be the perfect daughter. Typing this out, obviously this cannot be done by anyone.

I cannot believe in conspiracy theories such as the JFK thing or that 9/11 was faked, I cannot never get vaccinated again, I cannot submit myself to a man.

If I could just go back and not act like this. This is all my fault, every last bit of it.

I deserve this. I deserve to be in a stupid country who hates me for everything that I am, I deserve to suffer endlessly for not being good enough, and I deserve to never have any friends or anyone in my life. I am an evil, irredeemable, satanic person, who is just disgusting, and I cannot fathom ever being someone worthy of love.

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pheonyxian · 8 months

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Baldur's Gate 3 Sexless Any% Part 3

I think some of my mutuals are using this as an actual way of knowing what BG3 is actually about so I figured I'd use this edition to talk about the plot and npcs a bit. Might slow down or stop these at some point? I thought the original premise was funny but I don't know if it's liveblog an entire 100 hour game funny. Regardless feel free to block the tag I'm adding if you don't want to hear any future rambles. Do love/hate it when a game I didn't intend to like so much gets its grubby mind flayer tentacles wrapped around my brain so hard.

The OC PC: RPing through the game as my OC Ank. I wasn't sure if picking an oc with strong psychic powers would rub against the mind flayer plot but so far it's been a perfect choice. Ank is traditionally a villain but I'm not playing a villain for my first play through, so it's been fun to rp him in a scenario where he's g o o d and his life didn't take a turn for the worse. He's also traditionally blind, but obviously the game isn't set up for that. I was originally just imagining cutscenes playing out differently if sight was involved, but maybe it'll be more interesting to consider him in a pre-blinded state. I'm sure certain repeated actions in the ocular region won't have any u n f o r t u n a t e effects.

Mind Flayers: The setup for the plot is that mind flayers have infected you (and your companions, and a large number of npcs) with mind flayer parasites and you have to remove them before you turn into fully grown mind flayers. Except for some reason you haven't turned yet and you get cool psychic powers with them.

The Guardian: In addition to making your own character at start, you also can character create your "guardian." Everyone I know just hits the randomize button because they've already spent an hour fussing over every detail of their character, but I knew this was coming and already planned my guardian out. And uh, like I said, Ank's traditionally a villain and the only guardian-like character he's ever had is uh... I'm going to be honest with you, if the guardian turns out to be the big bad of the game that's going to be funny as all fuck. I'm sure there's very little chance of that though, it's not like there's anything evil about telling you to s h o v e w o r m s i n t o y o u r s k u l l.

Withers: Withers is more of a mechanic than a character. I do want to know his story though. He's an undead or lich or something who will revive dead characters (for a cost) hire generic undead companions (for a cost, I guess if you want to resign your poor companion's unfortunate fate) and change your cast (for the same cost as undead friends.) I guess money still has use in the afterlife. I haven't had to use his services yet but I've had a lot of close calls and dwindling Revivify scrolls so it's only a matter of time.

Volo: Just Gale but a bard. Not a playable character Bard mind you. At least not yet. I don't know what his deal is. He offered to extract the mind flayer parasites with a pair of needles which I almost agreed to to see if he'd actually poke Ank's eye out.

And updates on companion stories:

Shadowheart: Decided that after a week of traveling and nearly dying together it was appropriate to breach topics again. Pretty sure the game expected me to ask these immediately once the option was available but like I said, we respect boundaries in this house. Anyway, Shadowheart's a cleric of Shar, who by context I'm assuming is bad. The way she put her worship didn't sound that bad, about embracing the darkness as a way of stripping falsehoods, right up until she started talking about toppling governments and killing innocents, so I'm keeping her at a 2/10 for being batshit insane.

Also her magical artifact is required for keeping me alive and she stole it and do we really want the e v i l cleric to have that kind of p o w e r over M E?

Lae'zel: Lae'zel sits at the very strange crossroad of honorable and completely ruthless. She's totally fine with killing your enemies but you have to do it the right way, and b r a i n w o r m s isn't the right way. I'd say the right way is whatever works. 7/10

Gale: All of my attempts to pry into Gale's backstory (boundaries? what boundaries?) were foiled by poor dice rolls so no updates on his dark and traumatic past. I did give him two magical artifacts to slurp up because he looked like he was going to die of heat stroke at camp. I've been avoiding spoilers but I had heard that it's hilariously difficult to not accidentally romance Gale due to a bug, and the fact that you can start his romance path without realizing it. Thankfully Ank is smart enough to realize that when you cast spells together that makes the air smell like rosewater it's time to high tail it out of there. 2/10 as smooth as a slip n' slide.

That said, I don't know if it's been patched yet, but according to the internet there's like a 50/50 chance the game thinks we've already banged. Tbd on that one. Sexless any% is slowly turning into Oops! Fucked Everyone thanks purely on technicalities.

Astarion: Based on the way people talk about him I genuinely thought the pompous personality was just a facade and that he'll eventually tip his hand and reveal he's been evil this entire time. But honestly based the bits of backstory he's (refreshingly, compared to the rest of these idiots) given out I think he's just the guy who, once given the keys to power, will drive right off sanity road. Regardless, he used to serve an abusive vampire lord so I guess we're going vampire hunting in the future. 10/10 bad influence gay best friend who tells you to chug and shove parasites up your eyes.

Wyll: Wyll is a warlock who serves a fiend that forces him to hunt down and kill demons, which sounds like a fine deal until some tricky wordplay came in. After refusing to kill Karlach (Tiefling, not demon) his patron changed him into a Tiefling too. Honestly? Upgrade. 6/10 nice guy but surrounded by more colorful characters.

Karlach: Ok here’s why Karlach is a 10/10 character even without taking sex appeal into consideration. She’s a Tiefling who served in some demonic war against her will and had her heart replaced with an infernal engine that constantly burns her and anyone she touches with searing hot pain. Despite this she has constant big sister energy and her biggest complaint is how touch starved she is. I don’t even care if it comes bundled with a sex scene, Karlach is getting a goddamn hug before the credits roll.

#BG3 sexless any percent liveblog #if you know my character Ank though please do read this one #He’s having a time

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screamsviakeyboard · 1 year

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After about 20 hours in, I think I've decided to give up on Persona 5. The music and aesthetics were definitely nice and I think the concept is pretty rad, but I just had a hard time really connecting with the characters and the gameplay wasn't really doing anything for me. Anyways, I'm just gonna spill some thoughts out here. While these are critical, they're ultimately specific to my personal experience of the game. I think it's awesome so many people enjoyed it so much.

Something about Ryuji and Ann just wasn't hitting right with me. I don't think they're badly written, but I found them to be pretty basic people and I think having two halves of the party (2/3s of the speaking members) be "just normal guys" can actually demand a surprisingly high quality of writing. Without entertaining quirks you can jingle in front of the audience like keys for a baby, you're really relying on your ability to express the pathos of being a person who feels things in situations. In my opinion, P5 didn't really do that well enough for me to be engaged.

Perhaps part of that is just that I personally didn't really relate to either of them. For instance, personally, if I'd been in their shoes with the Kamoshida thing, I wouldn't have hesitated at all about the possibility of him going braindead, so I found the hemming and hawing offputting, even if I could see how a real person might do that.

That leads into the story not really super gripping me. I found the idea of it interesting, but the resolution of stuff with Kamoshida felt unsatisfying to me, especially since I cleared the palace on the first available day and had to spend, like, two weeks waiting for the result. It was, I suppose, as positive as one could reasonably expect, but it felt... weird seeing such an awful person be completely fixed. Like, there wasn't any reason for Kamoshida to be evil, he just was, and then we did spirit surgery on him and removed his evil so now he's good.

I suppose that just feels weird to me. Yes, the problem is resolved, but who is this leftover man? Kamoshida literally never did anything other than be evil. There's nothing left of him but his shape. If he'd shown even an ounce of good, like, if I believed there was a part of him that wasn't an irredeemable asshole buried under all the awfulness, then I might have felt a bit better, but there genuinely wasn't. So, while I acknowledge that Kamoshida confessing to his crimes and completely committing to making amends is the best outcome, it didn't make me feel good to see him do it. To be honest, I think I really would've preferred it if he'd, like, exploded to death while everyone struck a cool pose or something.

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shurisneakers · 3 years

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harmless (iv)

Summary: Bucky volunteers to go stop a small time villain, but nothing can prepare him for what exactly he has to deal with. (Bucky x villain!reader, drabble series)

Warnings: cursing, guns, mention of war, frustrated bucky, dramatic reader

Word count: 1.5k

A/N: good evening i’ve never been to any of the places i mention in this series so dont come @ me

if you have any ideas for future inventions/evil plans, lemme know! i might actually end up using them

here’s my ko-fi if you’d like to support my writing <333

Previous Part || Series Masterlist

He spends the weekend doing nothing. It’s supposed to be relaxing. He finds it nauseatingly boring.

“No mini mission this week?” Steve asks him from across the couch.

They’re supposed to be catching up on Star Wars but two prequels in and Bucky could feel himself lose his sanity. Anyone could present him with a random assortment of alphabets, call it a Star Wars species and he would have no reason not to believe them.

It’s not like he doesn’t like space. It’s just that he’s had enough of it and everything and everyone who came from it for the foreseeable future.

“No. Someone else is taking care of it.”

“Didn’t you volunteer for this?”

“I pulled myself out of the case.”

“I thought you were having fun.”

Bucky’s head slowly turns to look at him. “Why would you think that?”

“I don’t know,” Steve shrugged. “Looked like you were.”

Well, he wasn’t. He likes it here at home, glued to the TV. Popcorn beside him, sweatpants on. Refreshing, calming, slow, mundane, and Jesus Christ, so fucking boring-

His spiralling is interrupted by the dinging of the elevator to the common floor. No one was allowed up there unless it was extremely urgent. Guests were barely allowed into the Tower as it was.

It reveals the receptionist from downstairs, Marie. She’s always a little reserved, a little shy. But Bucky had seen her chew and spit out trespassers or anyone who dared to get on her nerve. He adores her.

“Hey, Marie,” Steve says while Bucky sends her a friendly wave in greeting. “What’s wrong?”

“There’s a hostage situation downtown,” she informs them.

“Okay...” Steve drawls, waiting for a reason why this was an Avengers level threat.

“They’ve asked for Mr. Barnes by name.” She makes a mention towards him.

Bucky sits up straight. Bits of popcorn fall off his chest.

“What?”

“They said, and I quote-” she looks down at her notepad. “‘Tell that grumpy motherfucker that I’m waiting for him and that he’s not getting out of this so easily because we have come too far.’ End quote. They’ve also told me to include a kissing emoji. And a skull.”

Steve and he look at each other.

“Well?” Steve prods.

Bucky sighs and gets up to go get ready.

The entrance of Chuck E. Cheese is more crowded than he’d ever seen. He wasn’t even sure he’d seen people in the store before. If there were, they probably only came up till his waist.

There are a few journalists, a few policemen standing together outside. Whispers of confusion and curiosity reigned free.

Bucky gently pushes his way to the front. He gets a nod from a police officer who opens the door for him after a quick briefing.

The place is darker than it usually would be. A trademark, it seemed. The blinds are drawn shut and most of the light is coming through whatever sneaks in through the crack.

“Hey, Barnes.” Your voice is muffled by a mask that looks suspiciously like it was made out of classroom craft supplies.

There’s a person in a loose chokehold in your hand with a gun pressed against his head. Once again it looks straight out of a cartoon, purple with round disks lining its barrel.

“What’s all this now?” He gestures around monotonously.

“A hostage situation. Didn’t you get the memo?”

“Got that part down, genius,” he bites back. “But why?”

“Fucker kept harassing me when I was walkin’ down the street.”

The guy’s helpless gaze met Bucky.

“Catcalling me, stalking me.” You tighten the grip you have on him. “Call me darlin’ one more time, you son of a bitch. I dare you.”

He wasn’t impressed with his pleading eyes. He kinda felt like he deserved it.

“Why’d you do it here?” The bright colours were starting to give him a heading. “And where are the staff?”

“It’s symbolic, Bucky,” you emphasise, “He deserves to be among other rat bastards.”

Of course.

“The staff?” he asks again.

“Gave them thirty bucks and told them to leave. I’m not a monster.”

“Right.” He doesn’t bother refuting you. “Why’d you call me here?”

“Dunno.” You shrug. “Thought it’d be fun. You having fun yet?”

You shake the guy you’re holding. He gives a small whimper.

Bucky doesn’t want to stop you. He had chugged enough Respect Juice in his lifetime to know that this guy probably deserved a threat or two.

Hell, he’d even help but you were more than capable of handling this on your own.

“Listen,” he sighed. “As much as I’m sure he deserves it, this is technically illegal and I’m required to stop you.”

“Sorry sarge, I thought you weren’t interested in playing this stupid game with me,” you mock, voice dropping to imitate him.

“I’m not.” It wasn’t entirely true. One Saturday with Jar Jar Binks had convinced him otherwise.

“Okay, so before you leave, do me a favour and call Hawkeye. I hear he looks mighty fine when he’s annoyed.”

His face involuntarily scrunched up. You were going to replace him with Clint? Clint?

He probably took it more as an insult than he should have.

“I’m not doing that.” Bless his foul mouthed friend, but he was a little shit who was too sarcastic for his own good. At least twice a week he’d say something stupid to Bucky and then take out his hearing aids when he tried to argue back.

“You’re leavin’ me with no options here,” you groaned, using your thumb to flip a switch. The gun looks like it powered up, lights along the side turning red.

If he let you have this, it’d be a bad look for the Avengers.

New York man dies in Chuck E. Cheese lone hostage situation, unable to be saved by same superhero who tried to fight Thanos with a machine gun.

“Tell ya what,” he says instead, “If you kill him, there won’t even be a slight chance that you’ll see me again.”

Your grip on the gun falters.

“If I let him go...”

“I might consider coming back next week.” He’s trying to spin it, make it look like he’s the one with the upper hand here. “But you gotta let him go.”

You search his face for any signs of dishonesty.

“Let him go or you’ll never see me again.” It sounds too much like Clint’s arguments with his dog who brought a live squirrel into the house.

“Fine,” you relent, a glint in your eye. “but say goodbye to this fuckface.”

Before Bucky can open his mouth to shout in protest, you pull the trigger. The man clenches his eyes shut, face red.

He expects blood to be splatter across his face.

Nothing happens.

A barrage of bubbles floats into the room.

“I meant it literally,” you say, pushing him off you. “Say goodbye. He’s leaving.”

The man stumbles to the ground and Bucky doesn’t make any attempt to catch him. He scrambles to his knees, picking himself up and scurrying out the door to a hoard of reporters.

The door shuts behind him with the chime of a bell.

“You’re annoying,” Bucky states, giving a small sigh.

“I’m well aware of that.” You pull off the mask, wiping the sweat off your brow.

“Where is the agent assigned to your case?”

“Dunno. Last I saw he was crying on the driveway of my lair. I just figured he’d pick himself up later so I left him there.”

Bucky’s nose twitches.

“You weren’t actually going to kill him, were you.” He shrugs with his shoulder towards the door. It wasn’t a question, more a statement. He knew you wouldn’t.

“I could have.”

“But you weren’t going to,” he repeats.

“No,” you admit. “I wasn’t. But I’m glad to see you showed up.”

“You held someone hostage as leverage.”

“No, no. I held someone hostage and then asked to see you. They were completely unrelated.”

“You’re evil.”

“You jumped to conclusions,” you point out. “Would you like a trampoline next time? Maybe a pogo stick, you clown?”

He has a very real gun in his holster. His very real metal death arm aches to use it.

“No one else agreed to come,” he deflects.

“We both know that’s a lie. You were going to come back anyway.” You stuff the bubble gun back into the bag. “I’m deliciously irresistible.”

“I beg to differ.”

“Then beg.” You give him a smirk and he rolls his eyes. “Don’t worry, you win this round, sarge.”

He doesn’t say anything. He watches you remove your heist gear, revealing normal civilian clothes underneath.

You walk casually to the kitchen, intending to leave through the back door.

“But I can’t say I lost either.” You send him a wink before swiftly pushing open the door and leaving him behind.

He only watches you leave.

It doesn’t hit him until a few seconds later that he let a criminal out of his hands when there were several policemen and journalists outside.

He entertains the idea of chasing you down and handing you over.

It takes him only a few seconds to decide that if they wanted you, they’d have to try themselves.

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#bucky x reader #bucky barnes x reader #mcu fic #bucky fic #bucky barnes fic #bucky fluff #bucky barnes fluff #bucky angst #bucky barnes angst #harmless fic #winter soldier x reader #Winter Soldier #bucky barnes #bucky

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ruby-whistler · 3 years

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There are three types of misinterpretation of c!Dream in my opinion; and by that I mean anyone's take ever, whether it's a c!Dream anti or a c!Dream apologist or a c!Dream enthusiast. That's right, I'm making an essay about how in my mind everyone is wrong. This is how I lead debates please don't unfollow me-

1. misunderstanding or overdramatizing evidence

c!Dream apologists; g-guys. I'm not saying he isn't traumatized, but look. I really used to believe he was just everyone's victim and hurt and mentally unstable, and I'm not saying he isn't at all, but I changed my mind because I feel like the evidence doesn't,, point that way at all. Your emotions are valid, but your takes are very removed from what the rest of the fandom thinks because you take little hints and try to make them into some big angsty point within canon.

The evidence we have proves he is more ruthless than anything; even the content creator says that. He doesn't say why he does progressively more ruthless things, and he does say it's for his ideals and out of good intentions, but he doesn't say anything about him being hurt into doing it.

I'm not saying he isn't hurt. But making analysis of an entire character based on something that is barely supported by canon isn't the way I roll and I feel like it's one of the reason why people assume all c!Dream apologist are going to woobify the character,, because some of them really do that.

I don't mind portraying him as hurt by what's happened in canon, because that is a completely safe conclusion, but jumping to the victim side of the scale seems a little bit like painting a completely different picture than what actual canon says. (Note: talking about pre-Pandora c!Dream here.)

There is tragedy in someone being driven by the environment, circumstances and themselves deeper and deeper into corruption, but it feels like by only considering that the entire character is limited to one side of the argument.

I like to also see the side of him that will hurt people because he thinks he has to, because he wants to succeed above all, the side that will ruthlessly murder and manipulate and be calculative and clever and even self-destructive about it because he believes that'll get him towards his ultimately selfless goal.

That's my morally complex bastard.

A lot of people seem to be mistaking or ignoring that for the sake of saying he is just... hurt and that that is an explanation of his actions, and even though they don't use it as an excuse, it feels a little cheap.

And here we come to the core of the problem: an emotional vs. rational explanation for the character's actions.

Because the thing is, with enough evidence, you will see that nearly (we'll get to that in a bit) everything he does can be explained rationally. Everything is connected, everything is the most logical and efficient and merciless route straight from point A to point B, because c!Dream is fascinatingly smart when you look deeper into it.

He knows what he's doing. He knows his actions are awful, and he doesn't care - not because he would be some evil person, but because his mindsets cause him to justify such things, and mindsets are more complicated than feelings.

There is a lot to explore in that direction of the character, but that is material for another essay.

In short, people seem to enjoy removing all of his agency in favor of explaining his actions emotionally rather than from a rational standpoint which results in inaccurate analysis.

Do I think it is completely understandable he attacked L'Manberg?

Absolutely.

Do I think c!Wilbur painted him as a villain to benefit his own power?

Yes.

Do I think he utilized the villain persona as an intimidation tactic and often went overkill with no regard for anything but accomplishing his goals and that he slowly became more and more willing to do bad things of his own accord because he became determined and distrusting of the world to the point of committing horrible actions?

100%.

Analysing that part of the character is the most interesting part, when you consider it - and an important one as well.

2. ignoring evidence

c!Dream antis; please. Stop saying he doesn't care or explaining his actions with obsession or assigning him personality traits or motives that he literally doesn't have in order to demonize him I beg of you.

It's so many basic and easily debunkable assumptions that can be explained with what we actually know of his motives. People will ignore both canon and the authors' words to paint him as some monster with no nuance, which he is not.

We only know so much about him, but people will ignore and deny even the little bit we have for the sake of making him the literal personification of evil and erasing the fact that he is a complex and human character. Just accept he can be accurately analysed beyond hate and let people do it if you don't want to do so yourself.

3. assuming the evidence we have is everything you need to determine a final approach and that nothing outside of the presented evidence exists when certain details prove otherwise

c!Dream enthusiasts; this was the only and biggest problem I've had since being introduced to much more rational interpretations of the character - which is emotions, and one of the biggest reasons why c!Dream gets dehumanized in the first place; the fact that we have little to no showcase or explanation of them in canon.

You see, c!Dream is a reserved character. He likes withholding his plans, withholding his feelings and information from the world.

However, since all we can really get out of watching his actions alone is the rational side (and that is deliberate by both the writer and the character, narratively and personality-wise) people slowly begin to assume there is no emotional side to his actions at all.

Which I find,, untrue. Between the people who erase the rational side of the character and those who erase the emotional side, there is little middle ground, but I don't really find either of them right either.

Because neither would be an accurate representation; just because he doesn't actively showcase his feelings doesn't mean he doesn't have them, and the few inconsistencies that are too small a detail for us to put everything together show that he does have an inner emotional world beyond what we see.

The character does work beyond what we know, and expecting that everything can be explained purely by rationality because that's all we see of him seems a little bit jumping the gun.

It leads to a less person-like view of a character who in reality simply doesn't like showing people the way he feels, and I don't really find that fair to him. It is best to accept there are things we can't say for sure, or to say an emotional interpretation can also be valid at times.

It is both important not to deny him agency and not to deny him the ability to be genuinely hurt by others or changed by his environment.

Both of these can coexist, especially in

the correct interpretation

Ok this is a joke.

I have literally no idea. I'm just throwing stuff at the wall and seeing what sticks - he confuses me beyond belief. The only person who knows about both the emotional and rational side of the character enough to have their interpretation unquestioned is cc!Dream - but when we do try to find answers, it is important for us as well that we do not ignore any aspects or possible aspects of the character, because that is the only way to get useful results out of our analysis.

Sorry this was crit of basically every take about the character I have ever seen but I needed to get my thoughts out.

#dream smp #c!dream #ask to tag as crit #long post #idk i'm big on the c!dream pos #but woobification & dehumanization & demonization are #all equally a problem in the fandom #with the character

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whyareyousittingathomeonthefloor · 4 years

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Baby You’ve Got Me Tied Down

it’s finally here bitches

sub!harry

it’s been a long ass time coming and i love you all for being patient with me

i also love @gohometoacactus, @havethetimeofyourstyles and @tobe-sogolden for encouraging me and being the most wonderful betas. i love you all so much

this is 10.5k words of pure smut and if you squint just a hint of fluff at the end

feedback is of course welcome and encouraged as are rb’s!

enjoy!

Harry was in for it. Majorly in for it. He’d been insufferable all day. Sending you dirty texts, pictures that left little to the imagination and videos of him rutting against the bed, the desperate whimpers you loved so much escaping from his lips. All of these had been throughout the span of your work day, so you let him have his fun. Because tonight. You’d be having yours.

You knew what he expected to come of this, he’d done it many times before. Torture you while you were at work and then when you came home, he’d devour you. But this time, you had something else in mind. You and Harry had a very active sex life. You guys kept things interesting, in fact just last night the two of you had ordered some special toys to try out. All of that being said, Harry was usually the one in charge. He called all the shots and you loved it. You loved how he made you so easily give up control, how easily he pulled noises you’d never heard yourself make from your mouth and how he gave your body feelings that could only be described as out of this world. Only on very rare occasions were you the one in charge. Very rarely did you get to see Harry squirm and writhe underneath you and very rarely did you pull whines and whimpers from his mouth that rivaled those of a pornstar’s. Tonight, you were hoping to do all that and more. By the end of the night, you wanted Harry completely and utterly fucked for you. And that’s exactly where he was going to be.

You stand from the chair in your office, shutting down your computer and waving goodbye to your coworkers who were obviously staying late. As you’re walking to your car, your phone dings. You glance down and see the notification is from Harry. You bite your lip as you feel your core start to ache, only adding to the wetness that consumes your underwear. You walk quickly to your car and as soon as you’re inside, you open the message and your thighs involuntarily clench.

It’s a video of your beautiful boyfriend stroking himself. You can tell he’s close by the way his hips buck into his hand as tugs at his shaft.

“ Missin’ you.” He groans, throwing his head back against the pillow. You see his hand start to move faster and you know it’s only a matter of seconds until he releases.

“ Fuck, fuck, fuck.” He pants, looking down at his painfully hard cock. “ Ugh, I’m gonna cum.” He announces to no one but himself and within seconds of his words, you see thick, white ribbons spill from him. He emits a long, drawn out groan as his orgasm consumes him and you watch him as he lay breathless on the bed sheets. A few seconds later, he lifts his head to the camera and locks eyes with you through the screen.

“ Hurry home, baby.” He smirks and then the video ends. You lean your head against the head rest and take a deep breath to calm your raging hormones enough to make the fifteen minute drive back to you and Harry’s apartment. Once you’re calm enough, you type a response to your boyfriend who’s no doubt staring at his phone, waiting for a response that indicates how needy you are for him but he’s getting the exact opposite.

“ On my way.” You type and hit send before starting the car.

The car ride was excruciating, your thighs clenched every time you thought about the video you’d just seen and any other message you’d received throughout the day. You had half a mind to reach down and relieve yourself of just a little bit of the ache, but you were almost home so you kept your hands wrapped tightly around the steering wheel. It became almost impossibly difficult to ignore the ache between your thighs as Siri read aloud a text from Harry.

“ Be safe on the road, babe. Know you’re desperate to get home since I left you all in a bind this morning but that’s no reason to speed. I’ll be waiting (;.” The robotic voice reads and you roll your eyes because of the cocky tone he obviously meant his words to convey but you can’t help biting your lip because, yes. He had kept you waiting. Three times actually, ignoring every plea that fell from your mouth.

“ Harry please! So close, oh my god!” You cried, gasping as your boyfriend slammed into you relentlessly, his hand wrapped around your throat as he whispered filthy things to you.

“Yeah? You’re close angel?” He whispered hotly and you wrapped a hand around his wrist. nodding furiously. “ Can tell. Squeezing me so fucking tight. Dirty fucking slut.” He growled and you let out a noise you’d never heard yourself make. It was somewhere between a scream and whimper and it made you sound like a “desperate little whore” according to Harry. But that’s exactly what you were. He’d woken you up by licking into you and then had the audacity to edge you twice before this so of course you were desperate. You always needed to cum before work, it started your day off well and helped you not snap at the incompetent co workers you’d been cursed with. All of which Harry was aware of which is exactly why when your cry of “ gonna cum! gonna cum!” erupted from your lips, Harry ceased all of his movements.

“ No!” You sobbed, feeling your third orgasm slip away and he just smirked before fully pulling out of you.

“ Get dressed love, gonna be late.” He smiled and you flipped him off, wishing your legs had the ability to stand so you could slap the cheeky smile off of his face, but for now you’d settle for a mumble of “ asswipe” as you stood slowly from the bed because as much of a dick as he was, he was right. You were gonna be late.

Now, as you pulled into the apartment complex, you couldn’t possibly be rushing to him any faster. You climbed the stairs two at a time and fumbled with the key to unlock the door, finally finding it, you took a deep breath to compose yourself and opened the door. You weren’t the least bit surprised at the sight in front of you. Harry was sitting on the couch, legs spread wide and arms spread out across the back of the couch in the most taunting and arrogant way, clad only in boxers.

“ Welcome home, sweetheart.” He smirks and you smile back at him, dropping your bags to the hardwood floor and walking towards him. He follows your every move with hungry eyes and sits up when you’re standing right in front of his seated body. You lock eyes with him as you throw your legs to either side of his body, straddling him. He smiles as his hands move to rest on your waist.

“ Knew you were needy but this a whole new level.” He taunts and you just smile. You push his fluffy, chocolate brown curls back from his face and he gives a confused look, trying to figure out how you’re so calm despite everything he’s done and sent you today. You look down into his mossy, green eyes and then down to his pink lips, studying his face.

“ So beautiful, H.” You whisper and he smiles, reaching up and cupping your cheek.

“ You too, baby.” He coos and you smile, rubbing your nose against his before pressing your lips to his. You cup his face and both of his hands go to your waist, squeezing lightly.You smile into the kiss and deepen it, licking over his bottom lip. He immediately parts his lips and you both moan as your tongues dance together. He leans back against the couch, hugging you closer to his chest and you put both hands on the wall above his head to brace yourself as he moves. You’re the first one to pull away from the kiss, bringing your lips lower down. You kiss up and down his neck, sucking softly in some places and biting harshly in others, feeding his pain kink. He moans softly, tilting his head back against the couch and squeezing your hips. As you continue to suck and kiss at his neck, you feel his hands start trying to move your hips against what is, no doubt, his rapidly growing bulge.You smile as you finish the hickey on his neck, running your tongue over it to soothe the burning. You pull back from his neck and almost laugh at the confused look on his face.

“ What-.” He goes to ask but is interrupted by the way his jaw drops as you remove his hands from your waist and place them above his head. “ Y/N. What are you-?” He pants but you cut him off.

“ Upstairs.” You whisper, looking deep into his green eyes. He cocks his head to the side in confusion and he tries to pull his hands from your grasp but the evil glint in your eye warns him not to try that. He nods and you let go of his hands, climbing off of him to let him go where he needs to go. He doesn’t even give you a second glance as he makes his way up the stairs. You smile and turn to the bags you dropped when you walked in. You wanted to make him wait, make him squirm with anticipation of what was going to happen, because by now he knew he wasn’t going to be the one in charge this time and it made him excited but also slightly nervous. You took your sweet time putting everything where it needed to be and cleaning up just a little bit, he heard you downstairs and could tell you were teasing him. He huffed but knew he had no right to complain since he did it to you constantly. He’d tell you to go upstairs and then would clean the kitchen, maybe sweep a little bit, anything that made you wait long enough for your skin to crawl with nervousness and that’s exactly what you were trying to achieve with him now.

And it was working.

He sat on the edge of the bed, nervously rubbing his hands together and then running one through his hair. He had no idea what you had planned for him, but he knew it’d probably end with him in a fuzzy state. He was excited. Sure, he loved being in control, he loved wrapping his hand around your throat and telling you to moan for him and he loved pinning your hands above your head and fucking into you so hard it made you scream, but there was a part of him, a fairly large one that loved being controlled and he was so happy to have someone that shared his desires. He loved being completely at your mercy, he loved begging and he loved being in the state that only you could put him in. A state of complete and utter submission. He had so much stress to deal with and it was nice to be taken to a place where he physically could not think about those things and was solely focused on pleasing you. You guys didn’t do it often, but when you did he could only describe the things you made him feel as otherworldly, you pulled pleas out of his mouth like it was nothing, noises out of him that he’d never heard himself make before and he lived for it. He could already feel himself growing painfully hard, reminiscing the few times he’d been in this position before. And it was perfect timing, he looked up as he felt the room grow chillingly silent and saw you in the doorway. He took a deep breath, rubbing his sweaty palms on his thighs and locking eyes with you.

“Hi, baby.” He whispers to you, his green eyes having a sort of doe like look to them.

“ Hi, H.” You smile, but not your normal smile. More like a cunning one, one that tells him you have so much planned. He shivers and gives you a timid smile.

“ Lay back for me.” You tell him, walking into the room and he does so immediately, laying flat on his back. You smile and walk towards him, you kneel down beside his body and you can feel his body tense as you lightly scratch up and down his torso.

“ Relax, babe. It’s still me.” You remind him and he nods, swallowing thickly.

“ What are you gonna do?” He whispers, watching as you drag your hand farther down his body. He jerks as your hand just barely grazes over the tent straining against his boxers. You chuckle and kiss just under his ear, smiling at the way he shivers.

“ You’ll find out.” You whisper and you watch his Adam's apple bob as he gulps, but nods. You stand up from the floor and walk towards the closet. You make your way to the back of it, searching for the box of special toys you and Harry kept. You smile as you locate it, bending down to lift the top off. You rummage through the gags, plugs, blindfolds, and other toys to find what you’re looking for. Biting your lip, you take the toys in your hand and walk back to your boyfriend who has his eyes closed, breathing deeply. His eyes fly open when he feels your hand come up to caress the side of his face, pushing his curls out of his face. He looks up to see you smiling and he feels a shiver race through him at the look in your eyes. It’s the same look he gives you when he stands above your helpless, squirming body that’s usually restrained. Those nights always ended with you breathless and completely fucked for him. He knew that was where he’d be at the end of this, how he’d get there? Well, that was up to you.

His eyes left yours and moved to the side table as he saw you set the things from the closet down on it. His eyes widened and he felt his heart rate pick up speed as he took in what lay on the wooden table. Handcuffs, a vibrator and a cock ring. He looks back up at you and you smile. You lean down, pressing your lips to his and you can feel his body relax under your hand that rests on top of his butterfly. You slip your tongue through his parted lips and he moans, lifting his hand to cup your face but you quickly take it and press it back to his side, shaking your head slightly into the kiss.

“ No touching.” You whisper and he swallows again, nodding. “ Good boy.” You smile and he bites his lip, feeling his cock bloat at the rare praise. You smile and kiss him again before stepping back and beginning to strip. First is your blazer, you lock eyes with him as you begin to unbutton the piece of clothing on your body, after you've unbuttoned every button, you shrug it off your shoulders and you watch as his hungry eyes follow the thick fabric as it falls to the floor. Next, is your shirt, you lift the thin material over your head, tossing it to the side and smiling as Harry’s eyes follow it as it lands on the floor too. Lastly is your pants, you unbutton your jeans, keeping eye contact as you bend down to pull them off your legs. Once they’re at your ankles, you step out of them and kick them to the side, walking once again towards your touch starved boyfriend. You kneel on the bed, swinging one leg over his hips and then adjusting both at his sides so you’re straddling him comfortably, clad only in the lacy lavender set you’d slipped on this morning figuring Harry would pull a stunt like this.

“ Shit, baby.” He breathes as he eyes your body up and down and you feel your body heat at his hungry gaze. His hands immediately come up to grab at your waist and you’re quick to pull them off of you, placing them back at his sides and then gripping his jaw in your hands.

“ Can’t follow directions can you, baby?” You ask, his lips parted as his jaw is gripped tightly in your hand. “ Answer me.” You whisper as he stares blankly up at you and he shakes his head softly. You smile and push some curls from his face with your free hand.

“ No?” You taunt and he shakes his head, eyes blown out in pleasure.

“It’s a good thing that I have the perfect toy to fix that. Isn’t it, H?” You ask and he nods. You let go of his jaw and feel him start to pant under you as you reach over him, his hot breath hitting your breasts in short bursts as you grab the handcuffs from the side table.

“ Hands up.” You tell him, as you resume your position on his hips. He lifts his hands above his head, spreading them so each of his wrists rest on the edge of the either hooks you both had installed onto the bed frame when you discovered both parties enjoyed being restrained. You hook the cuffs through each hook and then around his wrists. He takes a deep breath and tugs on them, making sure they’re tight on his wrists, nodding as he realizes there’s no way he’s getting out of these without your help. The thought excites both him and you.

“ Remember your safe word?” You ask, running both of your hands up and down his torso and he nods. “ Don’t hesitate to use it if it gets too much for you.” You remind him and he nods again.

“ I won’t.” He assures you and you smile. You lean down, pressing your lips to his once again and his lips immediately mold to yours. He licks over your bottom lip and your lips part, granting him this last bit of control. He moves his tongue in slow strokes against yours and it already has you melting into him. You moan and reach up to tug at his hair, earning you a small whimper that you greedily swallow. You pull away, traveling your kisses further down. You press, fast, wet kisses to his neck, sucking lightly on the protruding vein and he groans, titling his head back to give you more access. Your kisses move down his torso and you look up at him as you flick your tongue over his nipples, remembering how he’d once told you that they were a very sensitive spot. He moans as you nip softly at them and then soothe the burn with your tongue, hips bucking up trying to get any contact from you. You smile, pulling away from the kisses you were pressing to his lower stomach, wrapping your hand around his throat and squeezing softly. His eyes widen and he whimpers softly.

“Thought you were gonna be a good boy for me, H?” You whisper, fake pouting and he groans. Your dominance and the hand around his throat sending arousal straight to his cock.

“ I will, I will.” He tells you in rushed pants. “ I’m sorry.”

“ Good.” You smile, releasing your grip on his neck. “ You’ll get what you want soon.” You tell him and he nods. You continue sponging kisses to his lower stomach, licking and sucking in some places, You revel in the way his body squirms helplessly under your touch, remembering a night not long ago where you found yourself in this exact position. Harry’s breathing starts to pick up as you press kisses along the waistband of his boxers. You pull back and smirk up at him as you completely ignore the bulge he’s sporting.

“ No.” He breathes, head tilting back in frustration but you ignore him, kissing and nibbling on his inner thighs, causing his legs to jerk. You give one last kiss to each thigh before running your hands up his thighs and hooking your fingers inside the waistband of his boxers. His eyes fly open and he lifts his head to look at you. His breathing deepens as you pull the boxers down his thick thighs. You two maintain eye contact even as you pull the boxers down to his ankles and then fully off. You climb back up to his body, straddling his hips again. He’s panting audibly now as he looks up at you, desperately awaiting your next move.

“ What do you want, H? Hm?” You ask, scratching lightly up his torso.

“ Anything. Please.” He begs, tugging on the cuffs. You smile and cup his cheek, he sighs at the gentle touch.

“ Desperate?” You ask and he nods with fervor.

“ Yes. Yes, Y/N please.” He pants, body squirming under you.

“ Okay, okay. Relax.” You tell him, running your thumb along his cheekbones. You swing one leg off of his body, the other following allowing you to kneel beside him on the bed. You take his rock hard cock in your hands and he lets out a long, drawn out moan, his body jerking at the slightest touch. You smile and bring your mouth to his tip, spitting directly on it and relishing in the whine that leaves his pink lips as you start stroking him.

“ Need you to tell me when you’re gonna cum okay?” You ask him and he nods, looking down at his cock in your hand.

“ Okay, okay I will.” He pants, hips starting to buck just slightly up into your hand.

“ Good boy.” You tell him again, watching his eyes roll back in his head. You apply more pressure to his cock, squeezing it tighter and he groans.

“ Fuck.” He breathes, biting his lip. He tugs just slightly on the cuffs, whining when they don’t budge. “ It’s good baby, it’s so good.” He groans, hips bucking faster up into your hand.

“ Yeah? Missed my touch, H?” You tease and he nods, head tilted back and mouth agape as tiny whimpers fall from his lips.

“ Yes, fuck missed it so much.” He confirms breathlessly.

“ Bet you were thinking about me when you sent me all those videos weren’t you?” You tease even more and he moans.

“ God yes. Only you.” He whimpers. You know he’s close. You can see it in the way he tugs harder at the cuffs and the way that the heavy pants falling from his lips are now within seconds of each other.

“ What were you thinking about, baby?” You decide to spur him on, knowing this will only bring him closer to his release. “ Thinking about my hand? The way I know exactly how to touch you?” You ask, flicking your wrist as you stroke him the way you know he likes and focusing more on his tip since it’s the most sensitive part of his length and often the part that gets him off the quickest. His head is still tilted back towards the headboard and his face is pinched almost in discomfort but you know that means that he’s even closer.

“ Or maybe you were thinking about my mouth.” You add. “ How good it feels around you.” You egg him on and you know it’s working because his hips are bucking up into your hand faster than you’ve seen them this whole time and hushed encouragements of “yes” fall from his parted lips in succession.

“ Thinking about how I can take you all the way? Or about how you like to put me on my knees and-” You continue but are quickly cut off by his shout.

“ Fuck! I’m there, I’m there.” He pants and you immediately pull your hand away. He whimpers and lets his head fall dramatically onto the pillow below him. “ Shit.” He breathes.

“ Good?” You ask him and he nods.

“ So good.” He whispers and you smile, leaning up to kiss him again. His tongue gives yours slow, deep strokes and you moan at the taste of him. You drag your knees behind you as you scoot closer to his face, fully submerging yourself into the kiss. You reach up to tug at his hair and greedily swallow the whimper that follows. You moan softly as he bites down on your lower lip and then pulls away, watching in awe as it snaps back into place. You smile and lean down to kiss the tip of his nose, giggling at the way it scrunches up after. You leave kisses on every inch of skin as you crawl back down his body, leaving him panting and squirming above you. As you sit beside him on the bed, you take his cock into your hand again, smiling at the way that he involuntarily moans and bucks up into your hand. You give him a few slow strokes, basking in his breathy moans and pants. You look up to see his head tilted back and his eyes screwed shut as he zeroes in on the pleasure that he’s sure will be taken from him soon. Or so he thinks.

“ Gonna use my mouth now okay?” You tell him and he nods feverishly.

“ Please.” He barely whispers. You crawl even further down his body and swing one leg over his calf while situating the other so that you’re sitting astride his legs. You give his length a few more tugs before lowering your mouth onto him. He releases a long whine as his eyes roll back in his head and he tugs at the cuffs.

“ Fuck.” He breathes as you start bobbing your head up and down while your tongue skirts over his length. His cock feels heavy on your tongue and you moan around him, causing his legs to jerk. You look up at him and see his knuckles turning a ghostly white from how tight he’s tugging on the cuffs. You run your hands up his body and give a rough slap to his pecs, making him groan and buck up into your mouth. You pull back from his cock and start stroking him, the sounds of your hand against your spit are absolutely sinful. He moans and bucks up into your hand again.

“ Feel good h?” You tease, already knowing the answer. He nods furiously.

“ It’s so good.” He breathes, looking down at you with half open eyes. You smile and lick your lips, wrapping them back around the head of his cock, you give a few swirls of your tongue around his head before pushing him all the way down your throat.

“ S-shit!” He gasps, tugging on the cuffs and arching his back. “ Oh my god.” He breathes, looking down at you. “ You’re so good, angel.” He pants and you moan around his cock.You pull off his cock with the most sinful sound and he whines, you continue stroking him to keep up the pleasure and he’s thrusting up into you. He tilts his head back and wraps his fingers around the wooden headboard.

“ You’re close aren’t you baby?” You ask and his nod is accompanied by a long whine as you squeeze him particularly hard. You lean down again and wrap your lips around his cock, focusing more on the tip once again. He whines and starts panting heavily.

“ Yes, yes, yes, yes.” He whispers, face pinched in pleasure as he feels the white hot heat travel up his spine. “ Fuck, gonna cum.” He whimpers and you pull off of him immediately. Watching him squirm and tug at the cuffs as his orgasm escapes him. He breathes deeply as he looks up at you. You wink at him and then kiss up and down his stomach, sucking and biting in some places. Once you reach his happy trail, you press kisses back up his torso, to his neck and eventually his lips. You connect your lips with his, biting softly on his bottom lip and watching as it snaps back into place. You reach over him and grab the vibe from the table. His eyes widen and he shakes his head feverishly.

“ No, no, no. Won’t last with that. I can’t.” He begs and you smile, turning it on.

“ Good thing you don’t have to then.” You tease. His eyes widen and you wink before pressing the vibe to the head of his cock. His back arches and he tugs at the cuffs, mouth open in a silent moan.

“ Oh, f-fuck.” He sputters as his head tilts back in pleasure. You move the head of the vibe around his tip and his eyes roll back in his head. “ Oh my god.” He breathes, toes curling. You sneak a glance up at him as you move the vibe around his length. His head is thrown back against the headboard, his toned chest heaves as his body wracks with pleasure. His eyes are closed and his bottom lip is being tugged on relentlessly by his teeth, his normal raspberry color deepening.

You move the vibe down his rigid length, making sure to put extra pressure on the prominent vein that runs down it, knowing he’s sensitive there. Your attentiveness has it’s desired reaction when Harry lets out a cracked whine, his face pinching in utter pleasure. His lips part and heavy pants fall one after the other from them. He lifts his head from where it rests against the pillow and looks up at you and he has to force his eyes not to roll back so he can continue staring at the sight in front of him.

You’re straddled atop his thighs, clad in only a lacy, lavender set that leaves little to the imagination. Your boobs spill out of the bra as you lean forward to move the vibe around his cock and the bottoms are so thin he can feel your wetness sticking to his thigh. Your hair creates the perfect shadow across your face as it dances in waves around your shoulders, swaying as you move with the vibe. He’s about to tell you just how delectable you look when he feels burning pleasure travel up his spine. You’ve moved the vibe back to his tip and the pleasure is ripping through him. He lets out a broken moan as you add more pressure to his slit with the vibe, his eyes rolling back in his head and hips involuntarily bucking. He tugs on the cuffs and throws his head back in ecstasy.

“Shit.” He moans, his back arching off the bed slightly. “ I’m gonna cum.” He groans, pushing his forehead against the headboard. “ I’m gonna cum.” He says again and you smile.

“ Cum for me, h. Want you to cum so fucking hard.” You say, adding a little whine to the end of your words knowing how much he loves to hear your sounds. He nods and his eyes roll back in his head once again as you reach down to fondle his balls as the vibe runs over his tip. His lips part in a silent shout and you find yourself wishing he had enough air to make the noise he’s holding back. You’ll just have to try harder. As you move the vibe around his slit, waiting for his release you take this time to really look at him. He looks so beautiful when he’s about cum. You don’t see it much because by the time he’s about to cum, you’ve already had 4 orgasms and physically don’t have the energy to open your eyes. But he’s gorgeous. A thin layer of sweat coats his toned body, shining on his pecs and his bulging biceps as he grips the chains for dear life. His chocolate brown curls are still slightly intact but getting messier the more he rolls around the pillow. His chest is littered with marks. Angry red scratches made by you as your orgasm overtakes you, your bouncing slowing from a hard, fast pace slam to a dull, barely there jump which is usually when Harry takes over. Wrapping you in his arms and thrusting up into you as he chases his release. His abdomen clenches, a clear sign that his release is only seconds away and you find yourself almost drooling at his lean, but muscular body as it lay sprawled out and tied up for you.

Your daydream is interrupted by a soft whine of “fuck” that gradually increases in volume until you see his back arch off the bed, his jeweled hands tugging the cuffs downwards and thick, white ribbons of his release coating the vibe and your hand. You watch his body as his abdomen clenches and unclenches as the waves of his orgasm slowly start to subside. A pant falls from his lips as he leans his head back on the pillow, catching his breath. His chest heaves, making his pecs look even bigger and you have to stop a quiet whimper from escaping you. Once he whines and wiggles his legs as best he can with you straddling them, you turn the vibe off and set it on the side table, leaning down to swipe your tongue across his tip, collecting his cum on your tongue and basking in the way his legs jerk and a whimper falls from his lips. You smile and pull back, running your nails lightly up his torso as his high slowly fades.

“ Christ, angel.” He breathes and you smile.

“ Was it good?” You ask and he scoffs, opening his eyes.

“ Bloody amazing.” He smiles. “ Gotta be honest though, dove. Not much of a punishment.” You smile and run your hand up his lean torso.

“ Sweet boy, you didn’t think that was it did you?” You ask and his eyes widen slightly.

“What do you mean?” He asks and you can tell he’s becoming increasingly nervous because he shifts awkwardly.

“I mean,” you say, reaching over him to grab the cock ring. “this night is far from over.” He follows your hand as it brings the ring in front of both of your faces.

“ Been such a fucking attention whore the whole day. Sending me videos, pictures, knowing i’m at work. That’s not a very good boy, h.” You smirk and you hear him suck in a breath.

“ B-but you already let me cum.” He whispers and you nod, a knowing smile plastered on your face.

“I know.” You say plainly and his next sentence is shaky.

“ So, what are you gonna-?” He starts and you look up at him, cocking an eyebrow. His eyes widen knowingly.

“ No. No, no y/n I can’t. You know I can’t. How many?” He asks and you just shrug.

“ However many I want.” You say, looking up at him then down at his cock. His eyes follow yours and he groans.

“M’still hard.” He whispers, eyes bright with both excitement and nervousness.

“ I see that.” You answer, toying with the ring. “What do you suggest we do?”

“ Make me cum again.” He breathes, bucking his hips towards you. You smile and run your hand up his thigh, gripping his sensitive cock in your hand, making him whimper in pleasure. You stroke his length gently, reveling in the way his hips jerk in sensitivity when you run your thumb over his slit.

“ Please.” He groans, tilting his head back. You land a harsh slap on his thigh and he whimpers.

“ Be patient.” You demand and he nods, a breathless “m’sorry” coming from his lips. You smile and lick your lips, staring almost hungrily at his cock. You take his length in your hand, setting the ring down on the bed before wrapping your lips around his tip. A broken moan falls from his lips at the unexpected warmth and his back arches.

“ Fucking christ.” He breathes, a long, drawn out moan attached to it as you give small, kitten licks to his slit. After a few moments, you pull off and he whines, kicking his feet. You look up at him and land a soft but firm slap to his cheek and he moans but stops his whining. You pick the ring up from the bed and turn it on and he sucks in a breath.

“ Ready?” You ask and he nods furiously.

“ Yes.” He groans and slip the ring onto his cock. His back arches and he tugs roughly on the cuffs. “ Jesus fucking-.” He gasps, back hitting the bed dramatically as the pleasure courses through him. You move up his body, kissing his stomach lightly and enjoying the way his abdomen clenches at the gentle touch. You trail sloppy, wet kisses over the laurels decorating his lower stomach, nosing slightly at his happy trail. The kisses make their way up his body, your tongue tracing the lines of his butterfly. You watch him as he looks down at you, his mouth agape with small pants falling from them, You make your way up his body, giving each nipple a small bite and he yelps, giggling. You smile up at him and lick your way up the rest of his body. When you get to his neck, you reach up and slightly grip his jaw, tilting his head up and to the side to grant you more access. He moans softly as you begin licking and sucking on different areas of his throat, turning the tan skin red which will soon fade to the purple he loves to admire in the mirror the morning after you guys’ activities. You waste no time in crashing your lips together as you reach his face. He sighs into the kiss and immediately deepens it, slipping his tongue into your mouth and giving it long strokes. You sigh contently and cup his face with one hand, using the other hand to tug gently at his chocolate brown curls. He moans softly into the kiss and tugs at the cuffs, showing he wants to touch you. You shake your head, never breaking from the kiss and he grumbles.

“ Let me taste you.” He breathes, pulling back from the kiss. “ Can feel how wet you are from that set you’ve got on. angel. Let me make you cum.” He finishes, eyes searching yours. You bite your lip and nod, moving your body so that your center rests above his face. He looks up at you and tugs on the cuffs. “ Please.” He breathes.

“ But y’look so pretty tied up like this baby.” You counter and he pouts.

“ Just for right now, please Y/N.” He begs and you sigh, reaching up and taking the handcuffs off of his writs. You grip both his wrists before his hands have a chance to touch you.

“ They’re going right back on after I cum okay?” You tell him and he nods, looking down at the wet spot growing bigger on the lavender bottoms.

“ Yes, yes okay.” He rushes and you let go of his hands, watching the way his eyes light up as his hands drop to your hips. He dips his fingers into the waistband of your bottoms, tugging them as far down as he could. You lift your body from where it rests, just enough for him to get the underwear down your ankles. He wastes no time in running a finger over your folds when you place yourself over his face again.

“ Fuck. You’re soaked for me, baby.” He whispers, eyes focused on your dripping core. You reach down and run your fingers through his hair, gripping it softly.

“ Harry.” You whisper, hips thrusting towards him and he smiles, gripping your hips. He pulls you so that your center rests right above his mouth, his eyes free to look up at you as he devours you like his last meal. The first swipe of his tongue against your folds has your eyes rolling back and your hips jerking.

“ Fuck.” You breathe, looking down at him.

“ Good?” He asks and you nod furiously.

“ Yes, God more. More Harry.” You beg and he nods, gripping your hips even tighter and licking over your folds once again, this time sucking your clit into his mouth and swirling his tongue around the bud. Your back arches above him and he moans as he sucks on your bundle of nerves. Small pants fall from your lips as you look down and begin to grind over his face. He assists you, using both hands to help you ride his face and you bite your lip, reaching down and tugging at his curls.

“ Taste so good, sweetheart.” He moans, looking up at you with dilated pupils, confirming his hunger for you as if it wasn’t apparent in his every move. His praise sends a wave of pleasure up your spine causing a pitiful whine to fall from your lips. He soaks up your noises greedily, hand moving from your hip down to his hardened cock. He looks up at you and in your haze of pleasure you nod. He gives one tug to his shaft and his eyes roll back into his head, a long whine falling from his lips. He begins to nibble slightly on your clit and you yelp, looking down at him and smiling softly as you see the dorkiest look in his eyes.

“ Shit!” you giggle and you can see a smile spread across his face as he mouths away at your center. He continues tugging at his cock and the needy whimpers he emits travel straight to your dripping core. “Feel good baby?” you tease and he nods, pulling away from your core just enough to pant a few words.

“Feels so good.” He breathes, “Fucking throbbing.” He groans.

“After I cum, gonna make you cum okay?” You ask and he nods, going back to mouthing over your folds. He pulls away only enough to slip his middle finger into his mouth, coating it in his spit before teasing your hole with it.

“Harry.” You breathe and he wastes no time in slowly pushing his finger into you, you gasp as your back arches and your hands tug even harder at his mess of curls. “Shit.” You pant, looking down at him, his smug face sending waves of pleasure down you spine as he starts siding his finger in and out of you.You reach down to grip his hair and he moans softly. He pushes his long, slender finger into you again, nudging your g-spot slightly and you whimper softly. He makes a come hither motion and it causes a wave of pleasure to ripple throughout your entire body and he revels in it. Basking in the broken moan that falls from your lips as he adds in a second finger. He tugs harder on his cock, your desperation for him only fueling his need. His eyes roll back in his head and his pink lips part as he runs a thumb over his slit, his cold ring sending a chilling wave of pleasure through his body. He kisses the part of your stomach he can reach, licking the area before softly biting it, causing you to jerk away from him and giggle. He smiles up at you and moves his mouth back to your core, lapping away at the wetness that’s pooled there since his fingers were added into the mix. He closes his eyes as he begins to devour you again, the loud moan you emit causing him to give his shaft a harsh tug. Shaky hands reach up to grip the headboard as you start to grind over his face, not even caring how desperate you sound because you just need him to get you there.

Your release had been put off long enough, from him edging you three times this morning, to you getting interrupted right as you were about to topple over the edge in the break room and to you having to deny yourself of any relief on the fifteen minute drive to the apartment. You feel yourself clench around his fingers as you recount all those events and the whine that falls from his mouth sends vibrations up your spine, a small shiver coursing through you.

“ Need to cum.” He whispers and you look down at him. His chest is heaving heavily and his mouth is open, head thrown back against the headboard as he strokes himself quickly.

“ What did I tell you?” You ask him and he whines, hips bucking.

“ You- you cum first, then me.” He pants and you smile.

“ Good, h. That’s a good boy.” You praise and he smiles, beginning to mouth away at you again, faster this time. You groan and throw your head back, your nails digging into the wood of the headboard as you feel your orgasm approaching.

“ Faster.” You moan and he immediately obliges, plunging his fingers in and out of you fast and hard.

“ Fuck!” You cry out and he moans into your center. You feel his arm next you move faster and you know that he’s speeding up the tugs on his cock, chasing his release just as desperately as he’s chasing yours. He pulls back when you start riding his face desperately and lands a harsh slap to your center that has you crying out.

“ Shit!” You squeak, looking down at him and biting your lip as his eyes roll back from the pent up pleasure. “ Again.” You moan and he wastes no time in landing another harsh slap to your clit, licking over it immediately after. He repeats that four more times before hearing your sharp cry of, “ I’m coming!” and he slips his fingers back into you, plunging them in and out at an almost inhuman speed that has you screaming his name.

His name along with a string of curse words fall from your lips like a song as your orgasm hits you like a ton of bricks, causing your body to fall forward and go limp against the headboard, body shaking uncontrollably above your whining boyfriend. He fucks you through it, pushing his fingers in and out softly, marveling at the way your body spasms when the pad of his finger just barely grazes that spot inside of you. You take a deep breath, panting heavily as you come down from your high. You barely get any time to rest before his hips are bucking and he’s whining out.

“ Me now. Please. M’so hard.” He begs and you sigh, jelly legs crawling down his body because you have nowhere near the amount of energy it would take to lift yourself up and off of him. Your reach down and move his hand off of his shaft replacing it with your own and he moans, gripping the sheets beside him.

“ Off. I need it off y/n, please.” He whispers and you nod, slipping the ring off of his cock with some difficulty given how hard he was. You immediately wrap your lips around his shaft, wanting him to reach his release so he could finally be inside you and he gasps, head coming up to look at you only to drop back down to the pillow as he thrusts into your mouth. “ Fuck.” He moans, a shaky hand coming up to rest on the back of your head, gripping your hair slightly. You reach down and fondle his balls lightly and he nearly screams as he feels his orgasm hurtling towards him. You push him all the way down your throat and that sends him over the edge.

“ Shit, shit, shit.” He groans, hips bucking into your mouth, making you gag around his cock. “M’coming. M’coming!” He shouts and there’s barely five seconds in between his announcement and the first spurt of his release into your mouth. Desperate moans, whines and whimpers fall from his lips without any break as his second orgasm of the night consumes him. You pull back from his cock and swallow, wiping the remnants of his release from your chin and pressing the pad of your thumb to his tongue, watching him wrap his pink lips around your thumb, a tired look overtaking his green eyes. He pulls off your thumb with a pop and his head falls dramatically onto the pillow behind him.

“ Fuck.” He whispers and you smile, kissing all over his face.

“ How do you feel, my love?” You coo, brushing some of his sweaty curls back from his forehead.

“ Sleepy.” He replies, pulling you up to him and nosing at your neck. You hum and kiss his temple.

“ You think you can give me one more?” You ask and his eyes widen.

“ M’tired.” He whines and you giggle.

“ Know you are, sweet boy. But don’t you wanna be inside me?” You ask, your fingers raking through his curls as he closes his eyes. “ S’up to you, babyboy.” You remind him and he nods.

“ Wanna be inside you.” He decides and you smile. “ But y’have to fuck me. Too tired.” He says and laugh softly before nodding.

“ You weren’t gonna be on top any way silly.” You tell him and he pouts. You lean forward and kiss the pout off of his full lips and he moans softly when you bite his bottom lip gently. The next few minutes are spent like that, soft but passionate kisses, teasing and biting until you feel him start to stir slightly underneath you.

You look down to where his shaft rests on his stomach, kissing his pec lightly before making your way back down his body. He opens his eyes just slightly and gasps when your hand wraps around his cock.

“ Sensitive.” He breathes and you nod.

“ I know, one more and then we’ll cuddle.” You say and he nods, dropping his head to the pillow. You lick over his slit once and he lets out a pained groan, gripping the headboard above him. You watch his hand move and realize that he’s still uncuffed. You crawl back up his body, straddling him and reaching for the cuffs.

“ Hands up for me, bubba.” You tell him and he raises his hands limply above your head. You slip the cuffs on and secure them around his wrist before crawling back down his body and stroking at his cock again. He moans loudly and his face twists in pleasure, you can feel him beginning to harden again so you wrap your lips around his head and suckle lightly. He lets out a broken whine as sensitivity shoots through every nerve in his body, setting them all on fire. He tugs at the cuffs and opens his eyes to look down at you, moaning as your eyes meet his while you take more of him. His hips jerk when you reach down to fondle his balls, the tip of his cock meeting the back of your throat. He whimpers loudly as you gag around him, still lightly touching his balls and his long fingers wrap around the chain of the cuffs. You pull off his cock with the most sinful pop and waste no time in sucking one of his balls into your mouth, furiously stroking at his cock as you do so and his hips buck wildly into your hands.

“ Fucking hell.” He groans, throwing his head back against the headboard. “ Full.” He gasps. “ W-wanna be full.” You pull off of him and smile.

“ Yeah? Feeling empty bub?” You ask and he nods feverishly, looking down at you.

“ Please.” He whispers, bucking his hips and you smile, planting a pert kiss to his slit and marveling at the way his eyes roll back before you walk to the closet. You pull out the drawer of toys you and him keep for when either of you are feeling for some fun, which is quite often. You sift through the plugs. vividly remembering the times they’d been used on either you or Harry. After searching through the drawer, you peek your head out of the closet and smile at him.

“Which color, bubbie?” You ask and he bites his lip in thought.

“ Want purple.” He smiles and you nod.

“ The glittery one?”

“Mhm.” He nods, shifting again as you pick up the plug and walk back to him. You kneel down beside him to grab the lube from his bedside drawer.

“ Which one angel?” You ask and he looks between the two flavors of lube.

“ Strawberry.” He decides and you laugh softly.

“ How did I know?” You ask rhetorically. He loved the strawberry flavor, so much so that every time he saw it at the store, he picked one or two up. You two had hardly even touched the other bottle, it was the one you carried with you in your purse if you two were going out and you felt like teasing him even though that hardly ever happened, considering the fact that he was the one calling the shots most of the time. You slip the other lube back into the drawer and position yourself in front of his legs.

“ Know what to do baby, c’mon.” You smile and he spreads his legs, bending them at the knees.

“ There’s a good boy.” You coo and he blushes. You lean forward and brush your lips against his inner thigh and he shudders. “Gonna stretch you out first okay?” You tell him and he nods. You flip open the cap on the bottle, squirting a fair amount onto your finger considering it had been a while since Harry had been the one in this position. You rub the lube over him and he gasps, you look up at him and he giggles.

“Cold.” He grins and you laugh softly, rolling your eyes. Once you deem him properly lubed, you squirt some more onto your finger, attempting to warm it as much as you can by rolling it in between your two fingers. You press the pad of your finger against his hole and he whines.

“Inside.” He breathes and you push your finger in slowly, causing him to tug harshly on the cuffs and his back to arch off the bed. “Shit.” He groans and you bite your lip as you watch your finger move slowly in and out of him.

“God H, fucking tight.” You whisper lowly and he whimpers, biting his lip. He lets out a low groan as your finger nudges his prostate and you watch the way his abdomen clenches.

“ More. I can take it.” He breathes.

“You sure?”

“Mhm. Promise.” He nods and you oblige, slowly sliding another finger inside him. You bite your lip and watch in awe as his hole stretches deliciously, his lewd moans an added bonus.

“Touch me. Please touch me.” He groans, bucking his hips slightly and you waste no time in wrapping your hand around his cock and pumping. His head falls back against the pillow and a pained groan falls from his lips as two of his most sensitive areas are worked by your hands. You stroke his cock, running your thumb over his sensitive slit at the same time your fingers brush against his prostate and his back arches almost completely off the bed, a strangled moan falling from his pink lips.

You continue stretching him out until he whines.

“Want the plug. M’good, I promise.” He tells you and you nod since you’d been stretching him out for at least 15 minutes at this point. You reach for the plug and without missing a beat, pull your fingers from his just as you press the tip of the plug to his puckered hole and push. He groans as the cold tip pushes into him, his abdomen clenching as the plug fills him. You go slower than normal seeing as this was the first time he’s been full in weeks but he protests.

“Faster.” He whines, pushing forward to try and take more of the plug and you slap his thigh, making him whimper.

“ Don’t wanna hurt you, H. Patience please.” And he whines again but you ignore him and continue to ease the plug in. He moans lewdly when it’s fully in and you marvel at how pretty the flower at the bottom of the plug looks sticking out of him. You look up and see him biting his lip, his chest sweaty and heaving and biceps bulging from the grip he has on the cuffs. You had stopped stroking his cock while you pushed the plug into him and you feel it now, hardened again in your grip. You give him a few more strokes before rising from your position and sitting in between his bent knees.

“Want me to fuck you?” You whisper and his response is immediate. A furious nod of his head and whispered, “yes please”. All of the other times you two were in this position, you’d made him beg for you. Beg to the point of tears filling his eyes and his breath coming out in short, frantic puffs. But now, you didn’t make him wait. You were far too ready to have him fill you up so you stroked him a few more times before lining him up with your center and sinking down on him.

Both reactions are immediate. His is a gasp followed by a moan as his head lifts and drops back onto the pillow and yours is a loud whimper with your head thrown back as you bottom out. You let out a soft gasp as Harry’s hips buck up into you, his cock hitting the spot he knew like the back of his hand.

“ Have to move angel, please.” He groans and you obey, lifting up once and the dropping back down, creating a rhythm that has you both whining.

“ Fucking hell. So fucking tight.” He moans, eyes rolling back as he feels your walls clench around him. You moan as the words flow from his mouth your pace quickening.

“ Shit.” You moan, throwing your head back. “Fucking huge baby.” You whine, your hands going to rest behind you as you leave the front of your body on full display for his hungry eyes. He moans at the praise and tries his best to thrust up into you, assuming he’s doing something right by the way your stomach clenches and the gasp that erupts from your throat. He does it again and you moan, leaning forward and putting your hands above his head to steady yourself. You press your forehead to his and he smiles, laughing breathlessly as you bounce even harder. He reaches up and presses his lips to yours and you kiss him back immediately, swiping your tongue against his bottom lip and moaning when he opens his mouth. The kiss is heated but slow and precise, his tongue stroking yours in slow, deliberate movements that have you moaning into his mouth so he can swallow them. You pull back after a little bit, your hands now moving to rest on his chest, digging in slightly to his pecs and watching him hiss. You quicken your pace, the sound of your skin slapping against his as you bounce resounding across the room and his noises are short, lewd moans as his orgasm approaches. You were glad that you had edged him twice and then made him cum twice because you knew that his next orgasm would be fast and considering how desperate you were, yours would be too.

“ Feel so good, dove.” He groans. “So fucking warm and tight, Fucking christ.” He finishes with a whimper and you moan softly. Your bounces are desperate and sloppy now, you can feel the fire inside your belly growing every time his cock hits the spot only he can. He feels you squeeze around him as he hits that spot again and he whimpers. “M’gonna cum, fuck gonna cum.” And you waste no time in bouncing as hard and as fast as you can because you could feel your own orgasm fast approaching.

“Cum for me, H. Wanna feel it.” You beg and he moans again as your core squeezes him, A pained whimper is the next thing you hear as his orgasm rips through him, his back arching ridiculously off the bed and the cuffs almost detaching from their place on the headboard. His faces pinches in pleasure and his teeth are on full display as loud whimpers of “ah” erupt one after the other from his mouth. Your eyes roll back in your head as you watch his face and his strained plea of “please god please” is what sends you over the edge. Your body shakes and your mouth falls open, a silent scream falling from between your parted lips. He groans both in pleasure and sensitivity as your walls clench again, milking every last drop from him.

You collapse onto his chest, panting and he smiles breathlessly.

“Holy shit.” He giggles and you roll your eyes playfully. You stay like that for a few more minutes before remembering the most important part of scenes. Aftercare.

“Let’s get you cleaned up hm?” You tell him and he nods weakly. You lift off of him, wincing slightly as the empty feeling overtakes you and walk on wobbly legs to the bathroom. Wetting a towel with warm water, wiping yourself off first, dampening it again and then bringing it out to him. You clean his stomach and thighs from the first two orgasms and then lightly clean his cock, cooing to him when he hisses in sensitivity. Once he’s all cleaned up you toss the rag into a pile with your other clothes and reach up, undoing his cuffs. His hands fall limply to his sides and he takes a deep breath, exhaling dramatically. You giggle and walk over to your drawers, you pull out two shirts, one for him and one for you. You toss a shirt and a clean pair of boxers on the bed for him and strip of your own attire before slipping on the your shirt and a fresh pair of underwear. You walk over to him and comb your fingers through his hair.

“ Can you sit up for me bubba?” You ask softly and he nods, slowly sitting and then leaning his head against your tummy. You giggle and kiss the top of his head. “Gonna get your dressed and then we’ll go to sleep okay?” You ask and he nods, pulling back from your stomach. You thank him and pick up the shirt, slipping it over his head before gently pushing him down so you call pull the boxers up his legs. Before doing that, you gently remove the plug resulting in a whine and your explanation of why it’s not good to leave it in. He huffs and then finally agrees, letting you slide the boxers up his legs and lifting his hips so you can get it under his backside. You stand up from where you knelt in front of him and climb into bed, he moves over and buries his head in your neck, sighing happily.

“Thank you for tonight.” He whispers and you smile.

“Wasn’t too much was it?” You ask, concern lacing your voice and he shakes his head furiously.

“Nuh uh. Was perfect, I promise.” He smiles and you kiss him gently on the nose.

“Sleep now, sweet baby. You’re safe.” You tell him and he nods, drifting off with a mumbled “I love you”.

#my writings #KALSLSKNSBSKSKSNS IT’S HERE Y’ALL #sub!harry #harry styles fluff #harry styles smut #harry styles angst #harry styles fic #harry styles fanfiction

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For the fake fic title, if you're still doing it: Why do you hate me? (I honestly don't know where I came up with this lol)

X-Men AU!!! Found Family + Anxceit friendship. TW: child soldiers, child endangerment, abuse etc

(So typical X-men universe set up: some people are born with the X gene, which typically triggers during puberty, giving that person a mutation which normally results in cool powers. Many people hate mutants for their differences (/ bad press of people using their mutant powers for the evilz) and so most mutants live in hiding. The Xavier Institute is a school set up by an extremely powerful mutant which seeks to provide a safe space for young mutants to learn to manage their powers, get a regular education and hopes to see peace between humanity and mutant kind. The Brotherhood of Evil Mutants is a group of mutants who believe humans will never let mutant live in peace and do various anti-human, pro-mutant vaguely terrorist-y actions (there’s like a billion version of the x-men and these details may not be correct for all the versions all of the time because comics but this is the vague idea))

ANYWAY PLOT - Containment breach at the Super Secret Child Soldier Lab (SSCSL) - Subject VII has escaped. Subject VII is only 6-7 years old but his mutations were artificially triggered much younger than is normal. He can warp reality and create very sophisticated illusions, but has very limited control over his powers.

Cut too - Virgil and Dee, a couple of teenage mutants living on the street. They find a little boy with a buzzcut wandering around The Bad Part Of Town and Virgil immediately decides they need to adopt/help him (Dee makes more of a fuss about how this is not their responsibility and the kids barely even talking and do you know how hard I work just to keep you and now you wanna add another mouth to feed?? Huhh?? but obviously does not actually say no) (Dee is like. Barely any older than Virgil he’s just dramatic).

Naturally, just as the three of them have had time to bond, the SSCSL and other assorted bad guys show up to try and take VII back. There’s a big fight, Virgil and Dee have a lot more experience with flight and would probably have ended up dead if the X-men (Patton and Logan) hadn't shown up to save them.

But they lose VII.

Patton and Logan take them back to the Xavier institute to recuperate and offer to let them stay. They can go to school there, get some training and help the X-men track down VII and the whole SSCSL. Virgil says yes, Dee says no.

(So, reasoning - Virgil's mutation developed when he was 12. It was not pleasant. Various students at his school were injured and the media set up a which hunt for the mutant that caused the chaos. Virgil ran away from home because he was worried about the backlash on his family and about hurting anyone else again. So to him, this school full of mutants who can help him control his power, can offer him stability and a return to normal structures and routines, who are promising to help him get in contact with his parents if and when he’s ready?? This is like every fantasy he’s ever had come true

Unlike the other characters, Dee’s primary mutation is physical. He was born with it, its very obvious and its resulted in him being rejected for most of his life. He bounced around increasingly disturbing foster homes before running away when he was very young, so most of his memories are of living on the streets and surviving on his own. So, to him, number one: all adults are inherently untrustworthy idiots and number two: stay at a school? where they expect him to have a curfew? and, what - write essays? follow all their random arbitrary rules? rely on them for food and heat and all that shit? Completely ludicrous.)

It doesn't occur to either of them that the other one isn't going to agree with them. The resulting argument is epic and cruel, both hurling accusations at the other (Ungrateful /controlling are two of the big ones..) and both basically feeling hateful and 100% betrayed. Dee leaves and although they look for him, he’s got a lifetime experience of hiding and they cant find him.

CUT TO - 5 years later. Virgil is a (semi) well adjusted 19 year old junior X-men. He’s still a bit withdrawn, but is very close with Patton and Logan. He’s still holding out hope of finding VII one day and still firmly pretending he’s not listing out for any possible news of Dee (there were rumours some years ago of him joining the brother hood of evil mutants but then it all went quiet) who he, of course, hates for his betrayal.

BUT THEN - mysterious knocking at the door in the night. Dee, now wearing a hat and cape and calling himself Janus, has returned. And he’s brought with him a little boy with a buzzcut and a tattoo of XXII on his foot.

Janus and Virgil need to put aside their resentment and work together to help XXII, who really does not seem interested in helping them, and hopefully use any clues he can give them about the SSCSL to track down VII. But that's difficult when they’re both still struggling with their own trauma and have no idea how to reconnect - both of them want to ask why do you hate me but are a bit too scared of the answer. ...

This already got way to long so mutant power/ extra back story descriptions under cut!

Patton - 22/27 years old. An extremely powerful telepath/empath. It takes him serious concentration and focus to not hear peoples thoughts and its almost impossible to not feel their feelings. Some people dislike him because of this as they feel he's spying on them. Grew up in the Xavier institute and 100% believes in and is committed to the future where humans and mutants live in harmony. Has pretty limited life experience in the real world. Sometimes floats. (inspired by professor X)

Logan - 21/26 years old. Fires destructive laser beams from his eyes. Was in a car accident when he was younger leaving him with permanent but apparently harmless brain damage - until his mutation developed and he slowly realised that no matter how much he trained he just couldn't control his power. Has to wear specialised eye guards at all times to keep himself from accidentally destroying everything around him. Had big plans to go to university and was angry at his mutation for a long time for getting in the way of that. Eventually enrolled online and is now a very dedicated teacher at the Institute. (inspired by cyclops)

Janus - 15(?) / 20(?) His primary mutation is lizard/snake like scales over most of his body, but especially the left side. Has oversized fangs, and yellow eye and a short lizard tail. His secondary mutation makes him immune to almost any sort of mental based mutation (so Logan could still knock him on his ass with his lasers, but Patton cant sense anything form him and Virgil cant whammy him). Spent a lot of his life on his own and got by being sneaky, cunning and charming. Initially took Virgil in because he saw that his powers could be useful for keeping them both safe, but eventually Virgil became his first real friend.

Virgil - 14/19. Shadow manipulation and ‘draining’. Virgil can make himself (and with practice, people he touches) literally disappear into the shadows. He can also direct shadows as powerful energy ‘blasts’, but in order to do so he has to drain any surrounding living things of their energy. When his mutation first developed he took out half of the school hall where his exam was being held, leaving 15 students in a coma. (inspired by rouge/shadow cat)

VII - 6? / 11? Reality warping/illusion powers. One of the institutes first successful subjects. He was able to escape by changing the wall of his cell into a door. He finds it hard to talk but can project his ideas as lifelike illusions who can talk for him. One of his best is the image a handsome grown up Prince and he will often use this Illusion as an avatar to communicate. When he was 6 he did have some hazy memories of outside the SSCSL and expressed a desire to go home. Current status is unknown.

XXI - 7. Illusion powers (reality warping has been removed from the program by his time as subjects proved too difficult to control). Has no memories of outside the institute and is extremely uncooperative with his new captors/guardians. He does not understand the affection they’re trying to show him and lashes out a lot, often by creating a lot of extremely disturbing and graphic illusions. Bites.

#sanders sides #anxceit #virgil sanders #janus sanders #roman sanders #logan sanders #patton sanders #fake fic meme #remus sanders #sidespart writes #x men au #giving it its own tag because ive been thinking about this one for a while and might do some more with it.#Anonymous

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