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Blond Jerk Tourney Semifinals 1
tattletale illustration is by u/monkeyjay on reddit
Propaganda from submitters Under Cut
Sharpay Evans
Blonde, HSM antagonist but it was never that deep
vote for Sharpay right now she fought sasuke
Tattletale/Lisa Wilbourn
The ultimate high school mean girl. Has the super power of ‘cold reads your biggest secrets then hurts your feelings with them’. Grew up rich. Constantly manipulates all of her friends. Is generally manipulative. Is blond. She deserves to win this, 100%
Literal superpower is bullying people. Pissed off a good chunk of the most powerful people in the setting by being targetedly mean.
She's blonde. She's very mean
She is blonde. She is a supervillain. She uses her power to make superhumanly accurate guesses about how to best f*k with people.
TATTLETALE, SUICIDEBAIT HER !
I think of "jerk" as being a level of "unpleasant to interact with because they're rough" as opposed to "awful person", so I've got to vote Lisa on this one.
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Propaganda
Barbara Stanwyck (Ball of Fire, The Lady Eve, Double Indemnity)—I hope someone else has submitted better propaganda than I because I don't want my girl's prospects to rest on me just yelling PLEASE VOTE FOR MY TERRIBLE HOT GIRLFRIEND. She is a delight in everything! She is often a sexy jerk! (It's most of the plot of Baby Face!) Even when she plays a "good girl" (as an example, Christmas in Connecticut, which more people should see) she's still kind of a jerk and I love her for it! She won't take men's shit and she sure wouldn't take mine!
Mae Clarke (The Public Enemy, Frankenstein)—she was in frankenstein. which i think is neat
This is round 1 of the tournament. All other polls in this bracket can be found here. Please reblog with further support of your beloved hot sexy vintage woman.
[additional propaganda submitted under the cut.]
Mae Clarke propaganda:
Barbara Stanwyck propaganda:
"THE queen of screwball comedies. I adore her, I'd kill for her, I will cry if she's not gonna win this poll."
"listen ok she had awful politics she was a mccarthyist right wing wacko BUT she's so incredibly hot that i've deluded myself into believing i could fix her. if you see her onscreen she carries herself in a way that's just so effortlessly sexy AND she has just a stunning face. imo she was at her hottest in the 1940s but even as early as the late 1920s she had a rly captivating screen presence and just a beautiful face, and then post-1950 she was just irresistibly milfy so really she was just always incredibly hot. she was also an incredibly talented actress who was equally stellar in melodrama, film noir, and unhinged screwball comedy. the blonde wig they made her wear in double indemnity is notoriously silly looking but she still looks sexy in it so that's gotta count for something. i've watched so many terrible movies just for a chance at seeing her that i think her estate should be paying me damages."
"Not often thought of for her sultriness, Barbara Stanwyck was incredible in that she could actually choose to be hot if the role called for it, and then have a glow-down to look ordinary for another role. She wasn't the most beautiful or effervescent, but damn did she have rizz. Watch her with Gary Cooper in Ball of Fire teaching him about "yum-yum" or with Henry Fonda in The Lady Eve whispering huskily into his ear."
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"THE leading lady of the golden age of hollywood. One of the only actresses to work independent of a studio, making short-term contracts that enabled her to make movies wherever she wanted. She had so much range, and could act in basically any genre. She's been rumored to be a lesbian literally since she was active in Hollywood; most notable is the rumor that she had a long time on-and-off relationship with famously bi Joan Crawford, her "best friend" for decades (They lived right next door to one another). She also lived with Helen Ferguson, her "live-in publicist" for many years. She was the quintessential femme fatale in Double Indemnity, and really pushed sexual boundaries in her pre-code films like Baby Face, and the famous screwball The Lady Eve, where she plays basically a downlow domme. Allegedly, when a journalist asked her if she was a lesbian, she straight up threw him out of her house. She even played a lesbian in Walk on the Wild Side"
"She is always the smartest woman in the room. Watching her play Henry Fonda like a befuddled fiddle in The Lady Eve was a highlight of my life. Femme fatale in Double Indemnity, comedy queen in Ball of Fire. She can do anything."
"She was part of my gay awakening"
"SHE'S A PRE-CODE QUEEN. She did everything, drama, comedy. The most beautiful woman in the world to watch weep. Beg for to step on you with those legs. Fun Babs story: Ginger Rogers was offered the role in Ball of Fire but said, “Oh, I would never play that part, she’s too common.” So they called Barbara Stanwyck and they said “We offered this to Ginger Rogers but she’s turned it down, would you be interested?” And she read the script and she said; “You bet! I LOVE playing common broads.” (Source: https://misstanwyck.tumblr.com/post/72996544180/barbara-stanwyck-photographed-for-ball-of-fire)"
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Autistic Anime Boys Tournament Bracket
Heeey guys! It’s finally time for our next tournament! Get ready to pit all your favorite autistic anime* boys against one another~ 😈😈😈 The same rules as the autistic anime girls poll apply here, but I will reiterate them below.
*Note: I understand that the term ‘anime’ does not, semantically, apply to every character that I will allow into the poll—I am simply using the term in a general manner, because it is quick to say and widely recognized. Characters from print media (i.e. manga, manhwa, manhua), ‘anime-style’ webcomics and games/visual novels, and from non-Japanese East Asian animation like donghua and hanguk aeni are welcome as well.
No western media, unless the characters are deliberately designed in an 'anime-style’ (ex: in the past, I have allowed characters from things like DDLC). It can't be a temporary or one-off gag style-change either. It must be the series' regular artstyle. Judging this will be my subjective opinion, but I am going to be excluding animation that stylistically toes the line (sorry AtLA and VLD fans).
Don't submit Shigeo Kageyama from Mob Psycho 100. His autism swag is too powerful and iconic, so I've decided he will be the mascot of this tourney. The winner of the poll will be rewarded with a special exhibition match against Mob. 👍👍
The characters do not need to be canonically autistic. Headcanons are perfectly fine.
You can submit as many characters as you like, but do not submit the same character multiple times.
Submit characters through the designated Google form. Any sent through asks/messages/any other means will be ignored and you’ll be kindly redirected to the form. Just keeps things more organized this way.
Don't be a dick if your fav loses. Please. Let's all be civil here and have a good time. Doing tumblr polls is entirely for fun!
Definitely send propaganda for the contestants! I love hearing people infodump about their favs.
This time around, I will not make submitting propaganda a requirement on the form, but it does significantly increase your character’s chances of getting into the bracket.
I will attempt to be more selective for this poll, to avoid an enormous bracket like last time (I just have a tendency to get attached to submissions and can’t help but let in as many as I can 😅), but I won’t officially decide on the number of competitors until after submissions close.
Good luck! May the best boy win!
SUBMISSIONS OPEN NOV. 28TH – JAN. 2ND
Tagging other poll blogs below the cut.
@ultimate-anime-tournament @pinkhairswagtourney @canonmisogynyvictimstournament @gayelderstourney @generic-anime-boy-bracket @fuckablemeowmeowbattle @moon-swag-tourney @animemusicbrackets @best-transgender-character @bisexualdivorceebattle @irritable-bowel-showdown @gentle-giant-swag @transandautisticswagcompetition @transgenderswagincartoons @victimsofyaoipoll @tummy-troubles-tourney @chuunibyou-showdown @ocd-character-polls @tournament-winners-tournament @found-family-tournament @christ-figure-bracket @headachebattle @rock-swag-tournament @bestshipsmackdown @queerprotagonistshowdown @titular-twins-tournament @character-of-all-time @white-boy-bracket @ultimate-poll-tournament @autismswagsummit @transgenderautisticbracket @fuckable-old-man-battle @beefy-babe-showdown @cringefaillosersummit @homoerotic-shonen-rival-showdown @autisticgirliesbracket @emoboybattle @miku-figures-tournament @best-book-siblings @toxicoldmenyaoi @serialadoptersbracket @actually-insane-blorbo-bracket @gaslightgatekeepgirlbosscombat @characterswithgodsnamesbattle @most-tragic-character-tournament @toxicyuribracket @big-brother-battle-bracket @toxic-yaoi-tournament @gayest-classiclit @foreheadfaceoff @annoyingblondebracket @badass-queer-couples-battle @yuribracket @blond-jerk-tourney
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preview: “Hey hey, you a new transfer?”
The boy next to you appears horrified, offended with his jaw hung loose. Round eyes more pronounced behind bifocal frames, he splutters, licking at his prominent two front teeth. “I’ve been in this class all year! You transferred into my grade! 10 years ago!”
“Huh?” You shrug, prodding the inside of your cheek in thought. “Really? Weird.”
“Y-yo-you have to be joking!”
“Anyway,” you flick his chin, smirking. “I need a tutor.”
pairing: Jaemin x female reader
word count: 6k+
genre: college AU, nerdy Jaemin, y/n a meanie, crackish, one shot, it’s filth…yay nana day🥳💕
smut warnings: switching, oral, grappling(headlocks, chokeholds, thigh crushing, full nelson, pinning, etc), degradation, competitive rough sex, breeding, spit, use of ‘bunny’, submission
‘If you fail your political history course, I have to sit you out for the upcoming season.’
“Who even studies this shit.” The sheet filled with requirements to continue competing with your varsity wrestling team wrinkles between your fingers.
Three of your courses blared at you, circled with vibrant red sharpie to add more threat behind your coaches words.
‘If you don’t pick up your fucking slack asap, say goodbye to competing in the championship finals.’
No amount of kicking at your locker and swinging your backpack around on your way to class assisted in relieving any of your frustration.
If only you had a dick, fat chance any guy on the boys wrestling team had to worry about their grades. Everyone knew the dean favored his beloved male athletes, bragged and boasted about across states through various top leading universities.
“A tutor” you murmur, rolling your eyes. Reprimanded and put on time-out until you have at the least found a tutor. Either miss out on one of the biggest tournaments in the upcoming weeks, or get your ass a tutor to help you pass your mid-terms.
Someone smart, obviously, a full fledged nerd with their nose buried in a book.
Hmm, no, not Renjun… he hadn’t even made top of your class last year.
Definitely not that pervert Haechan that got caught behind the bleachers jerking off..
Glancing around, you begin to weigh your options.
Jeno, he’s a brain, but he still had tape holding his glasses together after you snapped them in half two months ago. His fault for getting in your way and making you late to practice.
A bleached blonde head of hair and a pile of books masking your potential essential nerd grabs your eye.
The communist manifesto hovers before his face, allowing you enough of a view of thin rimmed silver lenses and eyebrows furrowed deep in concentration. Sneakily you move over to the closest seat near him, silently rejoicing when you spot a pocket protector sitting on his chest.
Perfect.
“Hey hey, you a new transfer?”
The boy next to you appears horrified, offended with his jaw hung loose. Round eyes more pronounced behind bifocal frames, he splutters, licking at his prominent two front teeth. “I’ve been in this class all year! You transferred into my grade, 10 years ago!”
“Huh?” You shrug, prodding the inside of your cheek in thought. “Really? Weird.”
“Y-yo-you have to be joking!”
“Anyway,” you flick his chin, smirking. “I need a tutor.”
The blonde before you grows more indignant, fumbling to set a bookmark in place and fully turn to face you.
“Why would I help you?!” He scoffs, pushing his glasses higher up the bridge of his nose. “You pulled down my pants at our 8th grade dance! In front of the entire school!”
“That was you?!”
“And then you poured punch on me! And told everyone I pissed myself!” He stammers, tapping one of his loafers with each shake of his leg.
“There’s no way that was you!” You giggle, waving him off. “That was this dork Jaem—“
“Jaemin!” He hisses, ripping off his glasses to fix you with a steely look. “Me!”
“Oh my god?? Why are you blonde?” You snort, reaching to stroke the peach fuzz decorating the side of his face. “You need to bleach this too furball.”
Jaemin rustles, smacking your hand away with his lips pursed together, appearing more and more perturbed by everything you say. “Don’t touch me!”
Letting out a sarcastic filled coo you lean in closer, pinching at his cheek. “Aw, did I upset the bunny?”
His eyelids push so far back that you’re surprised when his eyes stay put, expecting for them to fall out and bounce on his notebook.
“What did you just call me?” He says incredulously, grasping onto your wrist tightly.
“Damn, this nerd has some strength,” you cringe, shaking him off. Weakly punching at his arm only to feel overtaken with disbelief again, digging a finger in as you pout wondering why he feels so firm, too firm for a nerd..
“I said stop touching me!” He glowers, forcefully ripping your arm away. “Go away! I do not want to help you in any way!”
“Aw come onnnn, pleaseeee bunny?”
“Stop calling me that!” He hisses, inching closer to speak sternly. “Why do you keep calling me that?!”
Sticking out the top row of your teeth, you tap at the first two and proceed to form bunny ears with your index and middle finger. “You act like one too, vicious and temperamental..”
“Listen,” he snaps before your face, nearly chopping your nose in the process. “I am not going to tutor you! and stop calling me a bunny!”
Hope seems lost until you notice a crimson flush spiking up from his nape. Jaemin’s gaze bounces, clearing his throat as he reaches for his book, faint shades of pink burn at his cheeks, reaching up to the corners of his nose.
“Aww, you like it!” You laugh, scooting closer for your leg to drape over his. “Hear me out bunny, if you help me out, I’ll help you out.”
“I don’t need nor want your help.” He mutters, refusing to meet your stare any longer. Aware of the blush taking over his face destroying the facade he continues on with.
“That’s not true, and you know how I know that?”
Sighing, his chin dips in, frustrated by his curious subconscious. “How.”
“Who else was going to let you know that your fuzzy sideburns give away that the curtains do not match the drapes?” You joke, digging your elbow into his side. Breaking into a round of giggles at the sight of his front teeth poking out again with his mouth hung open.
“Listen, bunny boy, my coach is up my ass about finding a tutor. Just swing by at the end of practice so I can tell him someone with a 4.0 gpa has agreed to help me.” You plead, squeezing at his arm again with confusion. “Why do you feel like that?”
Jaemin throws a hissy fit, shimmying out of your grip once again while snarling in a much too cute way for you to take seriously. “No! Now go away you damn cretin!”
“Hear me out!” You grunt, rolling your eyes. “I know the captain of the football team gives you a swirly every Monday morning.”
Jaemin’s jaw drops yet again, beginning to hate himself for not just getting up and moving away. Starting to find one of your bullies attractive had to make him sick in the head somehow. “Why do you know that?! You just asked me if I transferred!”
“Uh.. selective memory.” You shrug, playing it off with a wide smile. “Anyway, what if I can get him to stop?”
His ears perk up at that, flitting a shifty gaze your way. “You can’t.”
“Oh, trust me, I can. He’s wanted me to suck his dick since the first day of Uni.” You nod mischievously, wiggling your eyebrows.
Jaemin slumps deeper into his seat, contemplating how late it’s making him, having to rush to lecture after rinsing and restyling his hair.
“You know, toilet water is terrible for a fried bleached scalp.”
“My hair is not fried!” He barks, nose scrunched up adorably in irritation.
“You’re right, it looks great..” you note, testing a silky tuft of locks between two fingers. “Kind of weird for a nerd to care this much about his looks though..”
Jaemin jerks away, glaring at you for the name. “Applying for internships has been hard..”
“Ahh, well the blonde looks great on you at least.” Giving him a thumbs up, you invade his space once again. “So, how about it? No more toilet diving if you tutor me??”
He sighs again, expression full of thought as he pouts and aggressively taps at the end of his pen.
“Fine.” His shoulders drop, feeling tense and uncomfortable by the proximity you’ve kept up for much for too long at his side now. Not missing the way your fingers kneaded at his bicep earlier or the intrigued ‘hmm’ tickling at the back of your throat.
“Great! Come by the gym at 4!”
Jaemin trudges toward the gym hall, retelling the memories of his first year when Haechan had convinced him to join him and peep on the girls wrestling team practice from behind the bleachers.
His throat dries, regretting every life decision he’s ever made as he steps inside and spots you choking another girl down onto the ground under your armpit. Deeply swallowing, he settles at the corner of the bleachers uncomfortably. Unable to even pretend that he’s not fascinated by the way you grunt and scream like a wild animal with a mouthguard in as you throttle your opponent down.
Jaemin hates the way he has to tug at his collar, clearing his throat while blinking away to calm his excitement. This was all Haechan’s fault, always going on about how hot wrestling porn is, especially when the girl in the video starts off strong only to lose and get annihilated by a huge cock.
“I’ve never wanted anything more.” His friend said while peering through small open spaces from behind a set of bleachers. “Look at that one.”
Haechan nudges his chin in your direction, grappling down your opponent with a shout and slamming your fists on your chests like a beast. “Bet she would be so fun to fucking ruin.”
Jaemin hates that his friend was right. Even now as he watches you jump up from the ground showing off your flexibility with a cocky grin; he can’t help but think about it. How exhilarating and hot it would be to experience you trying to take him down. Fight him with that same smile stretching your mouth in a crass way, disgusting how full of yourself you are. The way you walk around thinking you’re hot shit and no one can touch you.
Too deep in his head, Jaemin manages to miss you walking right up to him. Shaking out of his thoughts as you let out a boisterous obnoxious laugh and point at his lap.
“Are you seriously fucking hard from watching me practice!?” You shout out much too loud, humiliating him as your teammates all glance over and begin to laugh.
“Ugh. Fucking nerds are all the same.” Your friend taunts passing by on her way to the locker room. “Just like that other one that thinks we can’t hear him busting a nut behind the bleachers.”
Punching at his shoulder, you laugh more, clutching your stomach and wiping at tears before they can run down your cheeks. “That’s so cute bunny, you wanna wrestle me or something?”
Jaemin’s mouth opens. Opens and slams shut repeatedly, lost for words as he drags a heated gaze over your sweat soaked uniform. Spending too much time admiring the fold between your thighs wedged up nicely between your…
“Dude, what the fuck? Quit staring at my vag like that.” You punch him again, whistling for your coach to come over and meet your ‘tutor’.
Jaemin jumps up, standing by your side with false confidence. “Maybe I do!”
“What was that now, bunny?”
“Stop calling me that!” He huffs, balling up his fist. “I could wrestle you, and I’ll beat you.”
“Excuse me?!” You snort, fixing him with amused wide eyes. “Are you serious right now?”
“I am.” He says, nodding and pursing his lips to appear tough. “If you pass your mid-term, then you owe me a match.”
Nerves rise fast as your coach approaches, spluttering, too stunned to think over what he’s said. “You have a thing for girls beating your ass?”
Jaemin’s nose twitches, eyes thinning as he shoves against your side. “We have a deal or what?”
“Fine!” You panic, rushed to answer while waving at your coach. “I got a tutor!”
Between fake smiles and quickly falsifying study sessions, you end up actually taking on tutoring lessons.
“Why do you have a wrestling mat in your basement?” Jaemin asks one day, following you through your house to the second room you have taken over for practice purposes.
“The better to wrestle you with.” You wink, nudging his side. “I’m studying hard just to whoop your cute blonde bunny ass.”
“What happens if I lose?” Jaemin questions, cracking his toes against the wrestling mat laid out in your basement.
“What do you mean ‘what if?’, you still think you have even the slightest chance to beat me?” You sneer. Too cocky for your own good as you squat with your legs stretched to loosen your hips. Predicting you will need the extra help if things go as you’ve planned.
Jaemin’s gaze shifts, bouncing around the room he’s helped you study in over the past couple of weeks. Toying with the zipper cool against his throat as he realizes how ridiculous this situation is.
“Listen, I don’t think this is a good idea.” He reiterates, briskly eyeing the loose sweats hiding what he assumes is your spandex wrestling uniform.
“It’s okay to lose, bunny.“ you wink, standing up to discard the zip-up hoodie covering up a skin-tight fitted one piece. Snug in all the right places to have his throat visibly bob the second he spots your smooth skin, lathered in lotion you noticed he seemed to enjoy the scent of the last time you wore it during a study session.
“I’ll go easy on you.” With a coy smile you shove down your bottoms just enough to give him peeks of your naked hips. The majority of the lycra fabric has bunched up, riding up your ass in a lewd way that makes Jaemin clear his throat, averting his focus to the ground.
“I truly have no idea how you passed your mid-term.” Jaemin rolls his eyes, stretching back his shoulders as he reaches to unzip his sweater.
The prideful grin bunching your cheeks slowly falls apart, drooping comically the more he unveils planes of flesh; sculpted and carved to perfection from long hours spent lifting weights.
Jaemin lets his jacket slip down his arms, standing proud with a blank face as your jaw hangs. It takes more restraint than he imagined to control the twitch pinching at his mouth, avoiding the intense stare tracing from his lengthy throat, pronounced Adam’s apple, broad shoulders and thick chest trapped between bulging biceps.
“What the fuck.” You announce, breathlessly. “What the fuck dude?!”
Jaemin shrugs, breaking into a smile that scrunches his nose, pushing his glasses up higher between his brows. “You’ll go easy on me, right?”
Jaemin’s buff. A fucking buff nerd that’s never once mentioned that he took up absorbing protein shakes like water and bulking up at the gym after long days filled with studying and schoolwork.
“Hey.” He pushes your chin before your tongue can loll out like a thirsty dog. “Try not to look so shocked, it’s kind of rude.”
“Why—” you gulp, finally snapping out of it enough to toe off your sweats and kick them aside. “Why the fuck are you this yolked?!”
Jaemin shrugs, unzipping his bottoms to further make you shrivel, lowering his jeans to show off the tiniest pair of spandex shorts. They dig into his upper thigh, cutting at the flexed muscle framing the thick shape between.
“Oh come on!”
He chuckles, bending over to strip the rest of his clothing off. Balling up his outfit to throw aside, he stands straight in all his glory, cut and ripped leading up to a soft round face and doe eyes, front teeth digging into his lower lip.
“You’re fucking with me.” You utter, cleaning off imaginary drool from your chin.
“Not yet..” Jaemin cocks a brow, cracking his neck side to side. “I got tired of not fighting back, so I started working out.”
He shrugs, done explaining more when he recalls that you are one of the many who tormented him over the years. Making fun of him without care, invisible to you unless it was to pick on him.
“That makes sense.” You murmur to yourself, kicking out your legs before settling in a lowered stance, preparing to take down your larger opponent. “Guess I won’t be taking it very easy on you after all.”
“Won’t you spare me?” He smirks, bending at his knees with his arms lifting to grab you and tackle you down.
Jaemin gulps to contain his nerves, thankful for the shadow falling on his glasses beneath the dim lighting fanned throughout the room. His throats already began to dry, flitting over your breasts obscenely squeezed out, shoved together creating perfect perky fat mounds ready to be choked between his fingers.
Time to size up your competitor goes to complete shit. Jaemin’s thick beyond comprehension. Corded muscles strain up his thighs to narrow hips and a tight little waist dipping in such an absurd way. His frame widens ridiculously, more ridiculous than the situation you’ve put yourself in as a mere joke.
Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck.
Licking at your lips, you begin to circle him, following suit as he mimics your motions.
Inhaling a deep breath, you meet his gaze, lowering your chin for intimidation. “Hey, Jaemin.”
“Huh?”
You almost feel sorry attacking his weak spot by throwing him off. It’s playing dirty, but you know there’s no better way to get him plastered on his back. Tackled down onto the mat with your face buried in his chest, Jaemin lets out a gust of air. Caught off guard as you ram him down in one fell swoop.
He grunts, the back of his head bouncing off the mat; realizing he should have suffered itchy burning eyeballs and opted for contact lenses today.
“Amateur,” you groan, tethering his forearms together. Each muscle lining your back screams, flexing as you attempt to take control by slotting your hips against his. “Shouldn’t be s-so cocky—“
Jaemin growls, huffing out another breath to blow his bangs off of his forehead. Jerking his hips up to jostle your weight to the side brings on instant regret, muffling a curse by locking his lips. His cock fattens, searing heat pulses from the tip of his length to his navel.
“F-fuck,” you grit, pressing harder onto his crossed arms until his chest caves. “Playing dirty won’t help you win.”
Jaemin’s breath lodges, clenching the backs of his teeth as he bends his knees. His heels dig into the mat, hoisting up with more force until you topple over and lose your balance, fast as he escapes your grip and grabs onto your shoulders and plants your back flat.
“Playing dirty?” He asks, licking at his front teeth.
Jaemin circles your thighs, pushing them open to space an area for himself between your legs. He hovers near your lips, glasses slipping lower, just above the tip of his nose. “Like you distracting me with your entire ass out? What the fuck are you even wearing, huh?”
“Get off of me!” You say with clamped teeth, only bringing amusement to his face as his biceps bracket your head. “This is a normal uniform!”
“Yeah,” he laughs, using the end of your nose to set his glasses back into place. His hips roll, a focused control freezing your lower half down as his knees burn against the mat, turning sticky with moisture secreting. “A normal uniform for some slut doing wrestling porn. That’s what this is for you, isn’t it?”
He finishes the question with a pointed grind, cock nestled against your clothed core further burying the material of your suit between your folds. “Between the two of us, you know who lacks brains here.”
Jaemin’s gaze darkens, lowering closer until his bottom lip runs between the seam of your mouth. Fitting together deliciously, wet from sweat gathering on both of your upper lips and saliva clinging to the tips of your tongues.
He can feel it, hot and humid against his groin. Your pussy spreading over his shorts, clit incessantly rubbing on your suit with each little shift.
“Ugh, f-fucking nerd.” Squeezing your eyes shut, you struggle by jostling your lower half as much as you can. Barely fazing him as he licks down your chin, forming a trail of drool down to the middle of your neck hollowing in for him to lap at. The sweat pooled there tastes savory at first, hit by a bitter aftertaste from the alcohol in your scented lotion. Fitting for you, sour and sweet as you’ve acted with him.
“Call me a nerd again.” He pushes up, causing your eyebrows to twist as his chest pumps out. Pecs hard as a rock, nipples pointed like icicles despite the heat gathering between your bodies. “See what happens.”
“Oooh, s-so scared,” you choke, Jaemin grabbing onto your throat when you try to sit up and shove him off. “I’ll break your glasses, see how tough you f-feel.”
Your taunting only eggs him on, ferociously pushing his side against your inner thigh until your centers fully exposed for him to press three digits against your exposed folds. Gliding up to pinch your suit around your clit until your feet slip and you kick at the mat.
“Get this wet for a fucking nerd huh?” He jeers, rolling your bundle of nerves under the damp fabric. “Maybe that’s why you bullied me, wanted me to fuck that bratty better-than-you attitude out of you.”
All you can do is struggle, attempting to dislodge your throat from his menacing hold, only seeping his fingers further into the veins rapidly pulsating up the sides of your neck.
“If only it had been the other way around,” he goes on mocking, blurring over your clit faster and faster until you’re coughing between trapped moans. “Imagine if I bullied you, getting your revenge on me years later by cornering me and fucking me until I’m incapable or forming a sentence.”
His speech lands on muted ears, passing through a thick fog of arousal that clogs up your senses, too focused on how thick his forearm looks. The veins rippling upward toward his meaty bicep shout at you, pumping full of anger with each flick of his wrist.
“You’re right, I got hard watching you practice.” He confesses, turning his hips for you to feel his chubbed up girth against your inner thigh. “Wanna know why?”
Gurgling escapes you, licking at the roof of your mouth to suppress another embarrassing sound from passing. He laughs, sharp teeth gleaming as they catch the light. “Because..”
Gathering the seat of your bottoms, he tugs at the material with a balled up fist. Ripping roughly at it to make you writhe and squeal in pain, burning against your clit with each pull. “This is why, to see you like this. So fucking full of yourself, but you can’t even pass a stupid test without a nerds help.”
Mesmerized by your folds swelling up around your suit, Jaemin’s waist bends in, momentarily forgetting about his grip on your neck; just enough to give you leeway to push up on your elbows and regain control.
It’s easy to pin Jaemin down again, startling him with power he wished to assume you lack. He curses when you fling him down roughly and mount his chest. Gathering fistfuls of his sweaty blonde locks, you rip at his scalp until he’s whining, elongated neck arched back releasing an obscene moan between his pretty pink lips. Ragged breath spills from your chest, working hard to maneuver forward until your inner thighs clap against his cheeks. Slotting your suit aside too fast for Jaemin to even let out a gasp of surprise.
Smashing your core down against his mouth sends a hiss flying out of you, grinding down hard despite the ridges of his teeth scraping along your clit. He muffles, flailing beneath you, glasses fogged up with slick and heat radiating from your lower half. A relieved laugh sounds, nodding as you work to crush your thighs around him to a suffocating point.
“Bunny talks tough—“ you grit, gyrating against his tongue until he groans. Losing your train of thought once again when his tongue curves, applying pressure against your entrance until you give. Loosening up and relaxing enough to push through. “Fuck.”
Jaemin can’t complain, even as he struggles to breathe through his nose, stuffed full of your clit rubbing incessantly against him. He’s crazed, determined to stretch his jaw until it breaks under your unforgiving thrusts.
Behind your back his knees bend, angling his hips up to fuck at nothing but air. Desperate as he slaps a merciless grip on your ass, repeating it until you get the message to ride his tongue.
Securing one hand on his head, you pull harder, using the hold to control your motions. His tongue wiggling between your walls while passing vibrating grunts, raspy broken whimpers. The unexpected slap you deliver between his thighs has him coughing, choking and screaming finding it impossible to swallow a long enough breath.
“Little b-bunny can’t even handle f-fighting a girl can he?” You scramble to taunt him, whimpering as he manages to dislodge his tongue and suck on your clit. Spreading your ass apart to have your hole pulse open against his chin as he uses every inch of his face to rub and flick. Messy, fucking disgusting with a pleased gleam hiding under splattered lenses.
Jaemin’s teeth nip, lapping side to side on your clit before he wraps his lips again. A mean suck and nimble digits digging in too close to your rim have you toppling forward. A shouted moan expelling as you whine and bounce down to fully release your orgasm on his chin and neck.
White haze takes over the room, brain spinning too much to process being manhandled onto your back. Only between a coughed whimper do you come down, blinking up to find Jaemin above you, grasping your ankles above your head with a devilish smirk playing at his lips.
“You think I give up that easily? That was child’s play.” He taunts, pushing hard abdominal muscles against your exposed puffy cunt. Rough and grating as he passes from the thick line of dark hair trailing down inside of his shorts. A silent gasp emits as he grinds against your ass, hoisted off the mat the more he tests your flexibility, continuing to push and push until you’re folded in half.
Lazily you blink, reaching between your upper halves to scrape at his chest. Tweaking and pinching at one of his hardened nipples. With clenched teeth he takes advantage of your drunk-like post orgasmic state, releasing an ankle and replacing his hold with a hard bite. Sharp canine teeth sink near your tendon, shaking his head to make you shout and whimper louder. Free hand making use of your moment of weakness to release his erect length.
“Know what mean girls like you need?” He says between licking at teeth marks left behind on your ankle. Stroking to the tip of his length as he directs himself between your dripping wet folds. Sliding up and down for you to go crosseyed, stupid dumb just from feeling how fucking thick and wide he is.
“B-bunny..”
He doesn’t give you a chance to say more, penetrating with one fluid practiced motion. Years of masturbating and studying porn only served to build up his knowledge. Practicing what he learned with any girl who would give him the opportunity at science camp over the last few summers.
“Thick fucking cock to shut you up.” Finishing his sentence with a choked growl, he grinds, adding emphasis by giving you each inch.
The moan that rips from your chest says it all.
Full, so full. Thick, so fucking thick.
He’s bigger than any popular jerk you’ve fucked at frat parties. Obscenely stretching you out, split open and so unbelievably full.
“Aww,” he tries to mock, unable to stop himself from pressing in balls deep. Pressed deep enough for coarse dark hairs to scratch against your clit in the position. Folded in half and dwarfed beneath his massive size, both of his hands snake around your ankles, using his rocking hips to aid the push he gives. Your calves surround you, burning up the backs of your thighs from tight tendons working overtime.
“Weak. Nothing but a hole to take my cock.” Regaining some semblance at the visual of tears beginning to pour freely down your cheeks, Jaemin arches back, burying his knees into the mat to hit your hard with a pointed thrust.
Pinning you down with every muscle straining in his arms, he fills you to the brim. Cock too thick, nestling past any squeeze you give, any push the muscles inside of you use to suffocate his length.
“Don’t s-stop,” you choke, eyeing where he continues to dive in and out. His cock glistens coated in thick amounts of wetness, globs of it stuck on the patch of hair at the base. Wet, filthy and so fucking wet everywhere.
“So fucking greedy, full of cock and still you want more?” He spits, licking at saliva dribbling down his chin. “Want me to fill you up? Breed you like nothing but a stupid little cum dump.”
“Uh huh..” no amount of humiliation burning up your chest can deny how good it feels. Unwilling to even struggle or bother to get away from his hips pummeling forward. Hiccups and coughed sobs assist the rapid nod you give him, too overwhelmed to even picture how much Jaemin can give you.
He wishes he could laugh, but you feel too good, too perfect. The tip of his length catches on your convulsing hole with each draw back. It’s too much for you to even look at, witnessing the tip lifting at the skin covering your mound. Feeling deeper than what you can even actually see, as if his cock can reach the back of your throat with every thrust he gives you.
“Pl-please bunny..” you babble, worrying your bottom lip, fingers twitching for something. Finding his shoulders to weakly scratch at, dragging down to the cut his bicep muscle creates. “I-inside, please..”
Jaemin groans, circling his hips in a more meticulous manner. Cock dragging against your walls in a way that sends your toes curling. Legs trembling, nearly ripping free of his hold when he hits you just right, cockhead kissing your cervix with ease, hitting the perfect angle each time.
“Pleasepleasepleaseplease.”
Maintaining his hold to keep you bent in half somehow, Jaemin fucks faster, ruthless and harsh, encouraged by your babbling and whines. Thrust after thrust harder than the previous, ripping his chest and abdominal muscles to appear carved out of stone with all the more vigor he utilizes to fuck you like you need and beg for.
“Ahhh…fuck!” Jaemin’s voice comes out strangled, using every bit of his strength to keep fucking you even as you lock up around him. Gripping a powerful orgasm around his cock, the pressure, push and pull almost forcing his cock to slip out. Gushed around, so wet and sloppy, spilling release down to his balls.
Despite your shrieks, he only manages to go even faster. Blurry above you as he pounds through your orgasm, gritting and panting similar to one of your opponents by the end of a long match. Rumbling from deep within his chest as he meets your eyes, glasses dropping off, tightening up when you find his blown out pupils.
Jaemin cums, cock thrumming violently with each hot drop of release bursting free, filling you up and up until he has to curse. Removing his hold as his broad shoulders tremble, absorbing the heat between your bodies through tremors rolling up his tense back muscles.
That’s enough, you think, rolling away in search of a towel to wipe yourself with. Whining when your hip lets out a nasty crack, you knew that pre-stretch would be needed, but not this much.
“Where do you think you’re going?” A lowered voice asks, shivering up your spine as you whimper, burning where your wet thighs rub against the mat feebly attempting to crawl away.
“N-no no m-more..”
Jaemin laughs, worse than an evil villain from any movie or show. Slow to walk on his knees over your pathetic excuse of getting away. He hauls your arms back, clicking his tongue with a breathless chuckle. “This will teach you to fuck with nerds.”
Burying back inside of you aches more than you can comprehend, imagining your brain exploding and spilling out of your ears as he rolls down. Cock sunk in to the hilt, gushing out the release he just filled you with. His size too much for you to hold both in, slick, wet, and so fucking loud with each draw back and slap of his hips.
“Jaemin!” It’s your first time wailing out his name, not missing a beat as he picks up the pace. His chest falls against your back knocking air out of your lungs, more determined to ruin you on his cock again. Make you regret the day you first saw him and made the worst decision to fuck with him.
“Where’s your cute bunny now?” He asks against your ear, watching your eyes roll back into your head. Biting at your jaw, he reaches around, budging his bicep against your chin. Hips snap brutally into you, pulling you into a death inducing chokehold roughly. He pulls harder, making your chest shove out and waist dip in until you’re bent far back, slapping one hand against the mat.
“You give up?!” He grunts against your cheek, jostling your throat with a shake of his arm. Tongue hanging out panting, you reach for his wrist, scurrying to hold onto anything you can.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
A quiet cry and suppressed choke follows your palm smacking the mat with repeated motion. In disbelief by the sound of grunts, flesh clapping against flesh, popping wet and nasty with each smooth glide of Jaemin’s cock filling you up without losing any speed.
“Fuck,” his eyes squeeze, stomach muscles contracting with each unforgiving thrust further dragging you up the mat. Chasing after his next release, Jaemin runs for the victory by throwing his other arm around your neck, further pulling you into a headlock. Groaning by how much wetter you get, purging out more and more arousal with every ripple of his bicep against your jaw.
“That’s right.” He starts, blinking away sweat that won’t stop raining down, getting trapped in his long eyelashes. “Never forget how you let a nerd beat you.”
Another weak tap and pinch on his wrist has you cumming, arching high enough to nearly make him lose his rhythmic pace. Using powerful thigh muscles to push up and hit you with thrusts hard enough to have your heart beating out past your chest.
Slam after merciless slam turns messy, hips swerving pushing past your cunt gripping and milking for him to cum again. Give you the warm load to keep inside this time, greedily squeezing around him for another.
The squeaky cracked moan Jaemin lets out has your eyes rolling to the side, pleased that even after all of his tough talk, you can still weaken him somehow.
Tapping on his forearm finally gives you a chance to take deep breaths, only to be plastered by his limp dead weight collapsing onto you.
“So,” Jaemin breathes, wet chest heavily panting against your back. He bites at your nape, hoisting your chin up with his forearm perched under your jaw. “What’s my prize?”
“Ugh..” nothing more than a lazy response pours out of you. Continuing to reel and shiver under the weight melting you down into the ruined mat covered in every type of bodily fluid. “Whatever.”
If not for the chokehold around your throat, you’d knock out in less than a second. Thoroughly fucked and ran through by the same nerd that you once picked on and made cry for a laugh. The irony doing more to make your gut curl in with renewed arousal as you lock up around him.
“What was that? Whatever, huh?” He has the audacity to let out a fake chuckle, rumbling at the top of your spine. Free arm reaching down to push between your connected lower halves as he lifts to create space. “In that case..”
Jaemin’s index finger slips past bruises forming on your backside. Teasing as he pushes between your ass and traces your puckered rim. He pops free from your ruined hole, kissing at the backs of his teeth as a pool of cum bubbles out; settling in the shape of a perfect triangle at the top of your squished together thighs.
Prodding at your hole, Jaemin bites away a smile when you squirm and whimper, turning to give him a look full of excitement and fear. He meets your gaze with maniacal thrill, pushing his pouty lips together to create a faucet for a thick wad of spit to pour, landing directly on your ass to be smeared around.
“I’ll go easy on you.”
#jaemin smut#na jaemin smut#nct smut#nct dream smut#kpop smut#nct jaemin#nct dream fanfic#nct fanfic#jaemin x you#neopuppy fics#onek#nct dream imagines#jaemin imagines#na jaemin scenarios#nct dream scenarios
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Is your favorite character a blonde boy? Is he missing an arm?
Hello everyone, it is I, Midnight, mod of @sleepsmackdown. While finalizing the matchups last night, I noticed something interesting: three of the participants were blonde and missing an arm. Then, in a fit of what I now realize might be insanity, I decided to make a tournament, to see which of them was superior.
Qualifications:
The definition of blonde can include white and gray hair
Blonde can also be foregone if their hair is sufficiently light enough/I like them
Boy is not required. If your blorbo is blonde and a girl (or blonde and neither), then they qualify
In the event of not reaching a full 32 bracket, I have two blonde (?) boys (?) waiting in reserve (Link from my TwiPri au and Future Leonardo from the Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles movie). Do not make me use them (or do. It's not like I don't want people to read my fic lol)
Rules:
No real people, mcyt, or hp. The comics are allowed but mcu is not
Anyone found being jerks to others over this incredibly silly poll will be blocked
No spamming. You can submit multiple characters, but only once each. (It's not like you need to, anyway)
Automatic participants:
Edward Elric (Fullmetal Alchemist)
Arthur Kingsmen (Mystery Skulls Animated)
Link (The Legend of Zelda: Tears of the Kingdom)
@mad-scientist-showdown @autismswagsummit @redandbluebracket @magnificent-mlm-matchup @ultimatepinkgirl @aroaceswagtournament
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Round 1A.4
Propaganda under the cut
Johnny Cage: "He's such an asshole and he's kinda stupid. He literally thought the tournament where you fight to the death was a movie set (he was told that but come on man, context clues. The lizard spitting acid is not special effects homie, it's an alien 🙄). He's a jerk at first but he learns to work together with the others to save the realm!!! While keeping his obnoxious personality in tact!!! He gets the hot blond girl somehow and then canonically gets divorced lol. He has his name tattooed on his chest. He's got green superpowers and fights a god but honestly, that's not very important."
Mitsuki Akika "He's an inquisitive person who others have a difficult time pinning down. Now let me tell you that this guy has covered several vocaloid songs in the series, and has a scenario drama cd of his "acting". Basically he plays a character that is the main character's childhood friend, and they recently started dating 6 months ago though she still views him as an 'older brother' figure and he starts feeling insecure…(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PeoGUYN0SII&list=PLpkI-7_0esiaU4az-owytYyBjYhXfkaCJ) I heavily indulge in that CD. Going back to the songs though, there's Sarishinohara (https://youtu.be/5mPKASXfnow), Ifuudoudou, yes you heard that right and also! there's no weird noises at the start.. although the cover is of another character: Natsume, this is officially a Mitsuki song (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Efv_dvmQ3kc) and Koshitantan, another Umetora song. (https://youtu.be/RCHbmtz_uAs)
This guy has too much voice rizz, I haven't even known the lore to the franchise other than they're you know… actors and they do song covers, but listening to that Koshitantan cover rearranged my brain chemistry."
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Welcome to the relatable blorbo poll!
A tourney where blorbos will fight to see who's the most relatable of them all
When the tournament starts, you'll be asked to vote for the character you relate to the most!
Please read the submission rules and the voting rules before submitting your blorbos
Submission Rules:
You can submit as many characters as you want, but please refrain from submitting the same character multiple times
Mcrp characters allowed as long as you can provide an explanation of why the character and the content creator are different people
No Harry Potter characters allowed
I reserve the right to turn down any character/piece of media that personally makes me uncomfortable
Anti-propaganda is accepted as long as it's not disrespectful or insulting of the character/piece of media/submitter
Any disrespectful comments towards other people, pieces of media included or characters included will get deleted. Depending on the nature of the comment you could also be blocked (any racist comments and hateful comments about the lgbtqia+ community will get blocked immediately)
Please refrain from submitting characters you're supposed to project onto (ie: visual novel protagonists with little to no distinctive personality traits) or characters whose character trait is being average. This rule is here in order to make things interesting
No real people
No OCs
Voting Rules:
If you don't know either character in a poll you can base your decision on the propaganda submitted for them or vibes alone
If you only know one character on a poll, it is advised to read the propaganda submitted for the other character before voting
We're voting for the relatability of their personality, not of their actions or circumstances
Unrealistic / fantastical elements that a chatacter or their world may possess should not affect their relatability (if you think the character's reaction to these elements might resemble what you would do/say in their situation)
Unusual circumstances / struggles a character might go through should not affect their relatability
Tag list:
@tournamentdirectory @meanpurplepoll @top-teacher-tourney @jerktournament @blond-jerk-tourney @cringefaillosersummit @retirement-home-rumble @redandyellowbracket @moon-swag-tourney @autisticswagbracket @qprsmackdown @best-bff-brawl @generic-anime-boy-bracket @masked-character-competition @princess-polls
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Hi ! I go by Cathy and am running this tournament.
"Multiple birth" is a term used when babies from a multiple pregnancy are born. Usually we refers to two babies born this way as twins, three babies as triplets etc.
/!\ This tournament is about webcomics only
(We'll see about other genres at another time - I may include indie paper comics if I don't get enough submissions)
So submit your twins/triplets/quadruplets/quintuplets/sextuplets/etc. here :
(Unfinished webcomics are fine)
I'm going to need some help for boosting this tournament so I'll ask a hand to the mods of these tournaments that I've enjoyed so far or am looking forward to that you should absolutely check out : @webcomic-character-tournament @webtoon-bad-parents-tournament @wlw-webcomic-bracket @obscurewebcomictournament @cinderpoll @girlygirltournament @buried-gays-tournament @blond-jerk-tourney @best-organ-bracket @best-birdnamed-blorbo-bracket @fictional-detective-tournament @chapter-title-tournament @shortstorytournament @doll-tournament @best-book-siblings @victimsofyaoipoll
Oh and @tournament-announcer if you wouldn't mind reblogging this too, it'd help greatly :)
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Welcome to the GirlyGirl Tournament!!
Submit your characters that love frills, dresses, makeup, glitter, pink, bows and skirts! This is a competition for character who love the Girly Girl lifestyle regardless of gender!
Rules:
-You can submit real people but you have to be respectful (I will remove real people from the poll if there is any negative comments) this applies to mcyt as well.
-OCs are not accepted but I may do an OC tournament later if there is interest and I have time and energy!
-This is meant to be a lighthearted and fun tournament so please be kind and respect everyone!!
Put your submissions here! Will close in a week on 29th of August.
Dividers from @animatedglittergraphics-n-more
Tagged blogs under the cut!
@tournamentdirectory @barbiebattle @ultimatepinkgirl @foundfamily-tournament @kidlit-queen-competition @best-bff-brawl @cutestbitches @autistic-anime-girls-bracket @generic-anime-boy-bracket @barbie-movies-tournament @ultimatepinkboy @yellowcharactertournament@wlw-webcomic-bracket@strawberrylemonadeswagtourney @pinkhairswagtourney @blond-jerk-tourney @namedafterflowerstournament @weirdgirlshowdown @aroaceswagcompetition @crown-and-scarf-tournament @look-how-they-massacred-them @beautiful-boy-bracket @braidpoll @tortured-artist-tourney @magical-characters-tourney
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18 finds out that Zangya flirted with Krillin before attacking him, bout time that alien slut paid her hubby back
@pugsbone
It had been sheer luck that Zangya had survived. Some twisted fate, some strange change to the timeline. As Bojack had thrown her in front of him, as he blasted her... the kid had rushed forth. Had saved her by bitch slapping her away
She had fell unconsious, untouched by the rest of the battle. And after.
Awakening, safe and sound, she had gone into hiding. Exploring the world, trying to survive and avoid others.
...
Yeah, that had worked well. Eventually her luck ran out. Eventually she was found. But the bold human she face din the tournament... and his wife.
She had not cared, why would she?!...
....
She got her ass beaten without any effort. By herself, she was almost a gnat against the blonde human. Especially as her energy draining wires seemed to have no effect, no matter how much she absorbed.
It was infuriating!
....
Turns out this had all been some elaborate plan to get back at her for flirting with the womans husband during the tournament.
Zangya had her ass high in the air, hands cuffed to the bed in front of her. Her lips pressed against the blonde bitches pussy as she moaned... While the biggest fucking cock she had ever felt pounded away at her needy cunt. And that cock belonged to the cute shortie!
She couldn't lick that slut 18's pussy if she wanted, all she could feel was the endless ectasy from the savage fucking she was receiving. Gasps and moans echoing out endlessly as her body quaked. Her eyes rolling back as she let out more and more pathetic noises, her toes curling a bit while she aimlessly kicked at the bed
It was all too much, she was already cumming
She knew she was likely unable to escape... And she kind of didn't want to
Honestly, she wanted to see how this went~...
SIX YEARS LATER
"Mmm~, another tournament?" Zangya, the slut wife of Krillin and 18, moaned as she kissed along her husband's cock. Her fingers jerking along his length and balls
Drooling around in lust as she did her daily worship
"Good luck... I know you'll... Do great." She smiled up at him, Zangya eagerly fingering her blue pussy
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3rd place battle!!
tattletale illustration is by u/monkeyjay on reddit
Propaganda from submitters Under Cut
Tattletale/Lisa Wilbourn
The ultimate high school mean girl. Has the super power of ‘cold reads your biggest secrets then hurts your feelings with them’. Grew up rich. Constantly manipulates all of her friends. Is generally manipulative. Is blond. She deserves to win this, 100%
Literal superpower is bullying people. Pissed off a good chunk of the most powerful people in the setting by being targetedly mean.
She's blonde. She's very mean
She is blonde. She is a supervillain. She uses her power to make superhumanly accurate guesses about how to best f*k with people.
TATTLETALE, SUICIDEBAIT HER !
I think of "jerk" as being a level of "unpleasant to interact with because they're rough" as opposed to "awful person", so I've got to vote Lisa on this one.
Spike
He is a jerk. He is Spike. Of course he is a jerk. And he is a walking paradox. He was bad, is bad, but got better. No you can't fix him, but you can love him for his efforts.
#blond jerk tournament#tournament polls#polls#character bracket#third place battle#tattletale#lisa wilbourn#wormblr#wardblr#parahumans#spike#buffy the vampire slayer#spike btvs
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Propaganda
Barbara Stanwyck (Ball of Fire, The Lady Eve, Double Indemnity)—I hope someone else has submitted better propaganda than I because I don't want my girl's prospects to rest on me just yelling PLEASE VOTE FOR MY TERRIBLE HOT GIRLFRIEND. She is a delight in everything! She is often a sexy jerk! (It's most of the plot of Baby Face!) Even when she plays a "good girl" (as an example, Christmas in Connecticut, which more people should see) she's still kind of a jerk and I love her for it! She won't take men's shit and she sure wouldn't take mine!
Margaret Lockwood (The Wicked Lady, The Lady Vanishes)— Gorgeous feisty funny talented and the sexiest stubborn face ever committed to film. And if people haven't seen the original Wicked Lady they need to be introduced to a glorious poly highway romp of a film. When a woman outsneers James Mason you know she has sex appeal!
This is round 2 of the tournament. All other polls in this bracket can be found here. Please reblog with further support of your beloved hot sexy vintage woman.
[additional propaganda submitted under the cut.]
Margaret Lockwood:
Barbara Stanwyck:
"THE leading lady of the golden age of hollywood. One of the only actresses to work independent of a studio, making short-term contracts that enabled her to make movies wherever she wanted. She had so much range, and could act in basically any genre. She's been rumored to be a lesbian literally since she was active in Hollywood; most notable is the rumor that she had a long time on-and-off relationship with famously bi Joan Crawford, her "best friend" for decades (They lived right next door to one another). She also lived with Helen Ferguson, her "live-in publicist" for many years. She was the quintessential femme fatale in Double Indemnity, and really pushed sexual boundaries in her pre-code films like Baby Face, and the famous screwball The Lady Eve, where she plays basically a downlow domme. Allegedly, when a journalist asked her if she was a lesbian, she straight up threw him out of her house. She even played a lesbian in Walk on the Wild Side"
"THE queen of screwball comedies. I adore her, I'd kill for her, I will cry if she's not gonna win this poll."
"listen ok she had awful politics she was a mccarthyist right wing wacko BUT she's so incredibly hot that i've deluded myself into believing i could fix her. if you see her onscreen she carries herself in a way that's just so effortlessly sexy AND she has just a stunning face. imo she was at her hottest in the 1940s but even as early as the late 1920s she had a rly captivating screen presence and just a beautiful face, and then post-1950 she was just irresistibly milfy so really she was just always incredibly hot. she was also an incredibly talented actress who was equally stellar in melodrama, film noir, and unhinged screwball comedy. the blonde wig they made her wear in double indemnity is notoriously silly looking but she still looks sexy in it so that's gotta count for something. i've watched so many terrible movies just for a chance at seeing her that i think her estate should be paying me damages."
"Not often thought of for her sultriness, Barbara Stanwyck was incredible in that she could actually choose to be hot if the role called for it, and then have a glow-down to look ordinary for another role. She wasn't the most beautiful or effervescent, but damn did she have rizz. Watch her with Gary Cooper in Ball of Fire teaching him about "yum-yum" or with Henry Fonda in The Lady Eve whispering huskily into his ear."
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"She is always the smartest woman in the room. Watching her play Henry Fonda like a befuddled fiddle in The Lady Eve was a highlight of my life. Femme fatale in Double Indemnity, comedy queen in Ball of Fire. She can do anything."
"She was part of my gay awakening"
"SHE'S A PRE-CODE QUEEN. She did everything, drama, comedy. The most beautiful woman in the world to watch weep. Beg for to step on you with those legs. Fun Babs story: Ginger Rogers was offered the role in Ball of Fire but said, “Oh, I would never play that part, she’s too common.” So they called Barbara Stanwyck and they said “We offered this to Ginger Rogers but she’s turned it down, would you be interested?” And she read the script and she said; “You bet! I LOVE playing common broads. [link]"
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Hi everyone!!!!
We already have 8 ships <3
But I want/need some more to do the bracket so…..
Tag time!!!
@dead-character-showdown @found-family-tournament @most-tragic-character-tournament @girlygirltournament @redandbluegaycompetition @sleepsmackdown @assassinbracket @4thwallbreakersshowdown @friends-to-lovers-tournament @tentacletournament @worst-anime-tournament @school-of-all-time @top-teacher-tourney @artificialkids-2k23-official @techgirltourney @mostredactedbracket @its-to-the-death @blond-jerk-tourney @introvert-extrovert-bracket @ultamate-short-king-tournament @fuck-you-upmusicbracket @redhairswagtournament @terrible-child-tournament
#tournament poll#tumblr tournament#tumblr polls#assassination classroom#karma akabane#nagisa shiota#koro sensei
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Vance Hopper in Harry Potter headcanons
Warnings: Beauxbaton Vance, bad language, brance, obscene words, a little sad(?)
a/n: Please refrain from rude comments. Sorry for my english, I tried my best. Part 2 with other boys?
In etiquette classes, Vance behaves as diligently as possible, almost perfectly. After that, he will be able to swear at a student who will laugh at him.
Madame Maxime was not completely mentally prepared for Vance to participate in the Triwizard Tournament. She was tense about the possibility of events where Vance, with his defiant behavior, overshadowed the reputation of Beauxbatons. But as one of the best students, she was obliged to give the opportunity to participate in the Triwizard Tournaments. Especially for the sake of participation, he behaved decently for a long time.
Vance is an exemplary student in terms of studies, but always has the status of a rowdy. Because of his speech, actions and character.
Hogwarts students would laugh that Vance is the only guy among the ladies. After which Vance would look at them threateningly and they immediately fell silent.
"This fork should be placed on the left, I will do that. And then I will stick it in your eye."
He will clearly know all the rules of etiquette, gracefully wave his wand, and then scare some jerk with obscenities and threats that he could bring to life, but he won’t because of Madame Maxime.
As soon as the list of students who were flying to Hogwarts became known, absolutely everyone began to tell Vance to behave culturally and not to dishonor the school. This shit really fucked him up.
Vance was sent gifts almost every day with surprises like love potions and curses. Small crowds of girls would follow him, which greatly infuriated Vance because of the inability to be alone with himself.
He would have competed in the Triwizard Tournament
Fleur and Vance have a strained relationship, more like a rivalry. They compete against each other in everything they can do to excel, from grades to participating in the Triwizard Tournament.
Someone: That blonde looks nice and good-natured, especially since there are such wonderful people in Beauxbatons!
Fleur passing by: Vance is such a bitch.
Fleur: They sent me 15 gifts with curses and love spells!
Vance: Fuck you bitch, I've got 20 of them!
Vance: Who wanted to be the champion of Beauxbatons and ended up losing?
Fleur looks at Vance with hatred: Shut the fuck up.
Rita Skeeter wouldn't have liked Vance to begin with. And after she released an article with nonsense about Vance, he would directly and rudely told her everything to her face.
- Beauxbaton Champion…
Breath caught for a second, many were sure that Fleur would become the champion, mostly they hoped for her as the most diligent and strong student. Everything that could go wrong went wrong.
- …Vance Hopper!
To loud applause, Vance walked towards Headmaster Dumbledore, slowly walking past Fleur, he whispered softly so that only Fleur, who was sitting, could hear. - Suck it.
Vance would get the most aggressive dragon
Vance ties her hair into a ponytail at the trials.
When Madame Maxime told Vance that the first task would be dragons, he thought "Fuck." On the task, Vance would be extremely aggressive in trying to pick up the clue to the next task. Would use spells: bombarda, confundus and so on.
He cursed loudly and Madame Maxime was extremely disgruntled with this.
Vance would be good friends with Ravenclaw Bruce Yamada, they would spend almost all their free time together and after the end of the Triwizard Tournament they would correspond.
Vance: Will you come with me to the Yule ball? You seem to be the only adequate person in the entire Hogwarts. The girls with gifts and invitations have already got me.
Bruce in love: ...
Bruce would have stood for a couple of minutes and tried to understand what Vance had just said, after which he could not believe it and, deeply blushing, could not stand on his feet, he would fall. Vance caught him and at that moment Bruce became even more embarrassed.
Vance would ruin the moment by saying he looks like a tomato, but then Bruce would finally be able to calm down.
Vance's main reason for entering the Triwizard Tournament is the cash prize, Vance only has his mother and they don't have much money. With this money, he could give his mother what she really deserves.
After Vance opened up to Bruce, he felt much better. And the relationship between the guys was strengthened.
For some reason, many people thought that Vance would come with Fleur, but when he came with Bruce, it caused a stir
Vance would show up to the yule ball wearing a white suit that his mother would send him. He would wear that suit with pride, and if anyone accidentally soiled the suit, Vance would kill him.
#vance hopper headcanons#Beauxbaton Vance Hopper#Harry Potter#Tbp#The black phone#headcanons#Vance Hopper#bruce yamada#Brance#the black phone vance
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the fact that theseus wasn't submitted into the blonde jerk tournament is still crazy to me. like hello......
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Yandere Kaede Akiyama x Fighter! Reader
Yandere Characters: Kaede Akiyama
Anime/manga/videogame: Kengan Ashura/ Kengan Omega.
Case: Kidnapping.
Clarification: Handwritten by the writer.
Part: 1 of 1.
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Koga had been training hard since he joined Sekibayashi, he made many friends and his personal growth had increased a lot.
But on this particular day, he had many doubts regarding Kaede.
Yes, that blond-haired woman who was always quite reserved with them, although she never left her kindness and formality on her side, was something strange that had arisen in the young fighter's mind.
She, although she was always reserved, lately she is less seen by many people, when she asked Yamashita if something had happened to her, he would always change the subject or say that she had a busy life, so it was rare to see her for over there. With those words coming from someone he trusted, Koga was calm, since without knowing it, he was quite fond of the blond-haired woman. However, will that last forever?
Some time ago, Sekibayashi along with others mentioned the existence of a certain (Name), a fighter who, although he was eccentric in his way of combat, peace and optimism, had disappeared after the annihilation tournament, like Ohma, who strangely he was his best friend.
Koga met (Name) at one point, in fact he thought he was someone nice and even admirable, but there was something that had been tormenting him for a while.
It turns out that, for a while, while he was talking to Yamashita about the upcoming tournament, Ohma, Ryuki, each other's lives, they eventually came up with a specific topic.
And it was the disappearance of (Name).
The elderly man explained to him that, although the Kure family, the now president Nogi and even many more people were involved in the search for (Name), his whereabouts were never found, in fact they did not know whether to organize a funeral at his place. name, since he had been left for dead. But there was never the presence of a corpse, nor clues as to where he could have been.
But what about the investigation? Suddenly it stopped, no one knew why, but suddenly all the information that could advance the search for the young man disappeared, the investigators dispersed, the clues were lost and the witnesses were silenced. No one knew what happened, but suddenly everything was over.
It is said that your parents out of nowhere from Japan, who knows where the fuck. But in itself, was there anything they could do? No, because everything is darker and gloomier than it seems.
Everything came to a point in which Yamashita had just finished drinking his glass of drink, which brought Sake, but in the end, he explained without much ado:
"(Name) was a great guy, even if he sometimes acted like a jerk, he wasn't a bad person, it's a shame that… Everything happened like this"
'Everything has happened like this'
Did that mean something? It was a question with an answer included in the sentence.
"And… what does Miss Akiyama say about all this? Being a close friend, I hope she hasn't waned so much" Koga mentioned, tilting his head slightly.
The lord tensed briefly, meeting Kouga's eyes, before removing his grip on the bottle from his hand.
"She, she seemed to have gotten over it fast… Too fast"
The last thing was whispered, but Koga had heard it, he, in his innocence, believed it was because Kaede was someone mentally strong, but before he could even raise another question, the man got up from his seat, before smiling softly.
"I have to go, Koga, I already paid the bill now, so you can go after you finish your meal" Yamashita mentioned.
He quickly withdrew from the scene, easily ignoring Kouga's question, but why did he leave? He got nervous from the question? Had I done something wrong?
There was no concrete answer.
Koga thought about the words of his friend, I doubt the plausibility of the facts with how he mentioned Kaede's attitude, but why should he doubt her?
She was someone trustworthy and kind, why do you have to suspect that she is related to the disappearance of (Name)? No, it's not okay to jump to unsubstantiated conclusions.
After a few minutes, Koga got up from the table and left the place, but not before leaving a tip, something he was a bit unaccustomed to doing.
The night was clear, people were walking a lot as their voices rang through the city, the illuminated streets adorned the atmosphere with warmth, it was a good place for a walk.
The blond young man walked animatedly through the streets, thinking about his destiny, how soon he was going to meet people who will give him a challenge that is almost impossible to overcome, which was exciting for him. He forgot the fact of Yamashita's attitude, after all, it was normal for a businessman to be so busy, right?
Near his location, there was a 2-star building, which was located at the end of the street. That place was rarely inhabited by people, rumors pointed out that the appearance of the Japanese mafia was recurrent in that place,
therefore not many people dared to enter that place.
In a turn that everyone expected from an event that was predictable from the beginning, a conversation is heard in one of the windows; they were a man and a woman.
Curiously, one of those people was the disappeared person in question: (Name), who was found tied by his wrists to the edge of a wooden double bed.
The boy in question looked down, his dark circles were visible, his colored eyes (Eye Color) were accompanied by a look that reflected emotional exhaustion, his messy hair only highlighted the lack of freedom of care from he.
A whole year had passed since his kidnapping, the young man wondered how everyone was doing now. Maybe Ohma finally agreed to go out with Carla when she's of legal age? The thought made him laugh, before looking at the sheets on the bed.
The blonde woman who was walking towards him frowned at her, it was strange to see him so happy after so long. Maybe he was already giving in to the situation? The mere idea framed a sly smile on her serious face.
---I see you're in a good mood today --- Kaede mentioned, before sitting on the floor.
The man hummed a "Hm" in agreement, still looking at the white sheet.
Kaede had brought some food for her beloved of hers: Some homemade Ramen made by her a while ago.
---Today are you going to want to eat… (Name)? --- She called Kaede, hoping that this time (Name) would eat something, since she was worried about her health.
The boy blinked several times, before turning to see the woman. The emptiness in his gaze that had once been a constant light finally gave some sign of life.
---Well… ---Was the only thing he answered.
The woman's smile spread even more across her face, she was delighted that the beloved of her peli- (Color of her) of hers is finally accepting her. Using the chopsticks to grab some noodles, she blew on them gently so they wouldn't be so hot, before bringing the chopsticks to her boyfriend's mouth.
---Open your mouth ---she ordered, bringing the food closer to (Name's) lips.
The man opened his mouth, giving the signal that he was going to let himself be fed by the woman.
The boy was fed with the most careful care, almost as if he were a small child and not an adult who only 6 months ago could fight the strongest fighters ever seen, but now he was just… nothing, that man the which he could always fight and get ahead by his own willpower now it was just that; nothing.
He wasn't even close to what he once was, but one thing was clear: That woman was the cause of everything.
Tell me, have you ever thought about how to break someone with an almost unbreakable willpower? It's quite easy if taken carefully, in fact even for Kaede it was simple to do. First it was a kidnapping; the victim in question tried to resist or mediate with his new girlfriend, but she did not allow him to get the illusion that going to that place was going to be easy.
The chains were always on his body, in fact it was amazing that he went from being completely bound from head to toe with 1 inch thick chains to handcuffs on his wrists. However, that was what the girl considered to be "a prize" for him.
I never treat him like a dog, although she feeds him, helps him take a bath, etc…, she never failed to make it clear to him the reason for that situation.
Love; plain and simple. A love that she considered would only come with that strange sense of "captivating."
However, she had done it with the justification that the clandestine combats, the wars between the companies, the rebellion that took place at the time, and many other things had become too dangerous for him.
He could end up in prison or dead in the sewer, according to her, and he always stood firm against that idea. Even now she lies to herself to believe that she is doing the right thing.
To her, he was her true love; even if she didn't give a damn before, everything changed when she accepted her love for (Name), there was no way for her to change her mind, she knew what she wanted, and no one was going to deny her, even if she had to resort to the worst of extremes True love kept her on her feet! Because in the end, that's the only reason she was able to go through with all of this.
Although she never mistreated him, I always manipulated him when necessary ---Which was almost always---, without missing any opportunity for poor (Name) to do the same, since she will not allow anyone else to do it again, no one will be the one to see except her.
What she considered healthy ended up damaging (Name) to such a level that he was never the same again, not even when the woman next to him talking with happiness how much I miss him and more changed her neutral face, without feelings, just a rotten feeling that his soul was dying.
The woman snuggled up next to him, turning off the lights and fixing her arms to the boy's forearm, using it as a pillow made solely and exclusively for her.
He looked at the window for a second, seeing the darkness of the night, longing to be able to return home, and finally, closing his eyes, because if he wants to see his best friends again, the only way is to dream of them; There was no escape anymore, and in fact, I doubt there has been from the moment Ohma and Mr. Yamashita met.
#yandere headcanons#obsessive love#kengan ashura#kengan omega#yandere#yandere female#kidnapping cnc#yandere kengan ashura#Yandere kengan omega#one shot
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