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absinthe-adonis · 9 months

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lucien flavius x reader

warnings: pwp, blowjobs, finger sucking, mild choking, jerking off, dom!reader, sub!lucien, orgasm denial, begging

author’s note: ive never sucked a dick before unfortunately so i apologize if this is written weird. as always feedback and requests are very welcome!! i still have a nagging feeling that there are some weird clunky sentences and mistakes and/or i overused some words too much even though ive read this over three times now and sent it to two different people to read so i also apologize about that. however one of those people was a lesbian and she said “the fact that it kept me interested is extremely impressive”

“Why don’t we work on your training, Lucien?” As much as you wished he’d let you train him on more than one thing a day, you had to admit at least the days seemed to fly past when you were with him.

He looks up from the enchanting table, his face lighting up. “Really? Oh, I’ve been looking forward to this. What shall we work on this time?”

“Well.” You smile wryly. “Don’t take this personally, but I was thinking we should build up your stamina.”

His face pales dramatically. “Oh dear. You’re going to make me exercise, aren’t you?”

“Come on, come on, outside. You want to be able to hold your own in a fight for longer, don’t you?”

He groans, dragging himself dramatically toward the door. “I suppose so.”

You roll your eyes and walk out to the sprawling, vibrant yard of Tundra Homestead. Despite his complaints, Lucien is close behind you, as always.

“We can start easy,” you say, fighting back laughter at the look of dread he’s giving you. “15 push-ups. Make sure you count them.”

“Easy?! You overestimate me.” Resentfully, he lowers himself to the ground in the most dignified way he can and begins his set of very undignified push-ups. You fold your arms and watch him amusedly.

“One… two… three… f-four…” His strained, breathy voice gives you butterflies — and not in your stomach. To make matters worse, Lucien lets out a soft, broken moan as he reaches the sixth push-up. You tighten your grip on your arms, trying with all your might not to react visibly (or audibly).

His body shakes as he struggles to raise himself up and down, breathing heavily. You imagine what he would look like, unclothed and trembling beneath you, completely at your mercy-

You clasp your hand over your mouth, horrified at your own thoughts. Holy shit, this is so bad, he’s just your traveling companion, he probably doesn’t even-

Your train of thought is interrupted by Lucien exhaling loudly and collapsing on the ground. He looks up at you with forlorn puppy eyes. “Can that please be it for today?”

You nod stiffly. “Uh- yep. That’s fine. I’m gonna- I- I’m gonna- I’ll be right back.” You turn around and practically stumble back into the house.

You sit down on the side of your bed and stare at the wall, mind and heart racing. The attraction itself wasn’t even that bad- it had always sort of been there, ever since your first meeting when you asked if he was flirting and he got all flustered. It was cute. He was cute. But now, he’s hot, which is a completely and vastly different beast to deal with. And really, it’s the implications of the attraction that have you so frazzled. Also, how did such a short and simple thing drive you so insane with lust? Where did all of this come from? What if you accidentally change the way you treat him and then he feels bad or he starts treating you differently back?

The wooden rapping of knuckles against wood breaks through the deafening silence. Lucien poked his head through the door nervously. “Is- is everything all right?”

Gods motherfucking damn it. “Yeah, it’s okay, Luce. I dunno.”

“Were my push-ups really that bad?” He asks, the slight lilt in his voice and his concerned smile clearing the cloud in your mind a bit. You chuckle.

“Can I come in?”

You nod and pat the bed next to you. He sits, his knees tilted in towards you. “Do you, er… want to talk about anything?”

“I want you,” you blurt out. Lucien stares at you, mouth open.

“I’m sorry,” you choke out, quickly standing up. “I shouldn’t have- oh my god, I’m so stupid, I’m sorry. You-”

You stop as he grabs your wrist, not pulling you back but not letting you leave either. “Do you mean, like-”

“Yes.”

He lets go of you, putting his fingertips to his lips. A deep coral hue floods across his cheeks. “Oh! Well. That’s- certainly something!”

“Look, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said anything- I especially shouldn’t have said it like that- if you’re disgusted and want me to leave, you can just say that, I won’t-”

He gives you an incredulous look. “What? No! No, that’s not what I meant at all! I’m not- I mean, I’m not… opposed??”

Your brain seems to have shut off. “You… really?

“Well, I wouldn’t lie to you!” He says defensively. “Especially not about this, that would be cruel!”

A fiery sensation begins to burn in the pit of your stomach. “Lucien.” There’s a new deep, sultry quality to your voice, sending visible shivers down his spine. He looks at you, silently, expectantly.

“Would you want to? Right now?”

He swallows. “I suppose I wouldn’t-”

You don’t even allow him to finish his sentence before you push him down onto the bed, climbing on top of him. He gasps quietly, almost paralyzed.

You straddle him, placing one hand on his waist and leaning down to run the other through his soft blond hair. “Relax,” you purr into his ear. “You can tell me to stop at any time.” You move your hand down to palm the growing bulge in his pants. He lets out a soft whimper, and the fire in your stomach begins to burn brighter. “Fuck,” you whisper. “You’re so pretty.” You move your hand back to his waist and start grinding against him, eliciting more muffled moans from his closed mouth. You run your thumb across his lips. “You like this?”

He nods fervently. “Yes- gods, that feels- really good-” His high, whiny voice is like a divine symphony. Your hands travel slowly down his sides until you slip your thumbs under the waistband of his pants, causing him to stir in anticipation. You drag them down his slim, downy legs, and slide yourself back onto your knees. He whines at the absence of stimulation.

“Sit up, Lucien.”

He inhales sharply and slowly props himself up with his arms, which you can see are shaking with nervousness and excitement.

“Now take your shirt off.”

He nods and eagerly pulls it over his head, tossing it to the side. You allow your gaze to indulgently explore his exposed body. “Look at you,” you breathe softly. “So obedient for me.” He closes his eyes and tilts his head back, whining again and rolling his hips forward. You reach out and hook your fingers onto his loincloth, slowly and agonizingly pulling it down to reveal his rapidly hardening cock, dripping with precum.

“Hmm,” you hum appreciatively. “Already so wet. You want me to suck your dick, Lucien?”

“Yes,” he says in a quiet, choked voice.

“Oh, you’re gonna have to do better than that, Luce. I want you to beg for me. I want you to show me that you want me as much as I want you.”

“Please,” he mewls. “Please, please, I need you- I n-need you, please make me feel good, please-” His words dissolve into incoherence as you grasp onto his thighs, your fingers sinking into his plush skin, pushing his legs further apart. He lets out high, shuddering moans as you put your lips against his cock, swirling your tongue languidly around his tip. “Fuck- oh my gods- aah-”

You continue to suck teasingly at his tip, thoroughly enjoying his taste, the heat of his skin, the high desperation of the noises he’s making. You can feel him squirming, and you can see his hands grabbing fistfuls of the sheets in the corners of your vision.

“Please,” Lucien moans. “I need more- more, please-”

You laugh softly, the vibration of the sound making him sigh wantonly. You move your head down his shaft, sucking and caressing him with your mouth and tongue. His hips buck up involuntarily, his long cock hitting the back of your throat. “Ah- sorry- fuck. It feels- so good- so good-”

You smile and reach up, grabbing his wrist and placing his hand on the back of your head. His fingers immediately lace through your hair, holding firmly onto you. “Oh my gods,” he groans, and starts slowly pushing your head up and down. You relish in his pleasure, in how perfectly his dick seems to fit in your mouth. You shift your hands to his hips, and he whines loudly, thrusting forward.

You can tell he’s holding back, trying to keep his composure. You wish you could tell him it’s okay, he can let go, but you don’t want to stop. His cock is absolutely intoxicating, and you need more of it. You want to make him completely unravel. You increase your pace, bobbing your head up and down, and using your grip on his hips to pull him closer to you, farther down your throat. He cries out your name, and you can feel him quivering beneath you. Yes. Fuck. Oh my gods. Your hands curl into claws, your nails scratching at him in blind desire. His yelps and moans only make you more and more insatiable.

But suddenly, you have an idea that makes an evil smile spread across your face. As wonderful as it would be to swallow every last drop of his cum, you want to see him. You continue to suck on him, rapidly and passionately, coaxing him towards his orgasm-

-And then, you pull back. He practically screams in agony, thrusting hopelessly into the air. You look up at his face; his eyes squeezed shut, his mouth wide open, his features twisted together in pleasure and pain. “N-no,” he gasps out. It takes every ounce of willpower in your body not to pounce on him and finish him off right there.

He opens his eyes and looks down at you pitifully, panting and twitching, leaning back on his hands. “Please, please, keep going, please-”

You climb up on top of him and then swing around, pressing yourself against his sweat-slicked back and putting your lips against his ear.

“I’m going to help you jerk off that pretty cock of yours, and you are not going to cum until I say you can.”

He whimpers quietly, and you reach forward and place your hand on his, guiding it to his throbbing dick. He wraps his fingers needily around it, and you did the same between his. He starts moving his fist up and down, but you tighten your grip and force him to slow down, to which he lets out a heavy, drawn-out moan. You splay your free hand across his smooth chest, stroking his skin, slowly traveling upward until you clasp it around his throat.

Lucien lets out a depraved keening sound, his own free hand shooting backward and finding your thigh, then clutching onto it for dear life. You look at the hopeless expression on his face, completely lost in pleasure. “That’s my good boy,” you croon in his ear, earning yourself another sweetly strangled moan.

“Please,” he stammers out, hardly able to speak. “Please let me cum, please, I want to cum, please, I need it so bad-”

“Mmm, not yet, Luci.” He groans in pain, both at your response and as you remove your hand from his. “Don’t stop, now. Keep the same pace. Be a good boy.”

“I will, I will- I’ll be such a good boy for you, please, plea-” You cut him off by shoving two fingers into his mouth, essentially having him in a headlock now. “Suck.”

He moans again around your fingers, and does as you ask. Your entire body feels as if it might burn to a crisp at any moment, seeing the pleasure he’s in because of you. He can barely concentrate on jerking off and sucking your fingers at the same time. The beautiful noises he’s making are steadily amping up in volume and desperation, and he’s becoming sloppier and shakier the more his restraint fades into utter ecstasy.

You push your fingers further into his mouth. “Does my pretty boy want to cum?” You ask sweetly. He nods and whines in response.

“Cum for me, Lucien. Show me how good you feel.” You clamp your legs on either side of his torso, spreading your fingers out in his mouth, squeezing his throat in encouragement. In a few seconds, hot streams of cum burst out of his dick, covering his hand, his legs, his stomach, the sheets, even the floor. You press hard, passionate kisses against his shoulder, cheek, and neck, everywhere you can reach, as tremors rack his body and his moans reach a heavenly climactic chorus. He calls out your name, over and over, pushing himself into you as he orgasms.

Finally, he goes limp, breathing like he had just run a marathon. You let yourself relax in the blissful intimacy of this moment, before peeling yourself off of him and gently lowering him down onto the bed, pressing a final kiss to his lips. “You’re perfect, Lucien. You did so good.”

“You,” he answered breathlessly. “You’re amazing.”

You cup his cheek in your hand. “Let’s get you cleaned up, hmm?”

The you spend the next few minutes cleaning the mess off of him and his surroundings with rags from your bedside table, while he apologizes profusely no matter how many times you assure him it’s okay (and you actually think it’s very hot). He still doesn’t seem to have complete control of his motor skills back yet.

What a man. You already can’t wait for the next time you get to rail him senseless.

#cross-posted to ao3 #skyrim x reader #skyrim smut #skyrim #skyrim fanfiction #skyrim custom followers #lucien flavius #lucien flavius x reader #fun fact the aforementioned lesbian friend actually accidentally opened this as a document on her school account #she was called down to the office and the counselor said i have a career in writing

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imrllytootiredforthis · 11 months

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Sweet tears of ecstasy? That intrigues me

okay so Sweet tears of ecstasy is one that i've been working on for awhile...it'll probably (dunno for sure😅) never come out if i'm being honest because it's a whole ass series with complexity and toxicity, an actual plot between the smut.

the thing is idk if i actually have the commitment and drive to finish something like this, so if i did end up posting it, it would probably be after i finished writing all of it-which idk if it'll ever happen😭

it is hongjoong x fem!reader x mingi, a college au.

the reader is a smartass in one of mingi's classes who he's obsessed with-why? because he likes smart girls who say things he doesn't understand while he looks at them with stars in his eyes, nodding along even though he has zero idea what they're saying (basically he's a himbo)

the reader is a very private and closed off person, has a few close friends but even with them she mostly keeps to herself. one of said people she is close with is hongjoong-who is pretty popular. him and the reader are like fwb but keep it on the down-low because it's not really anyone else's business.

anyways, the plot pretty much is, mingi ends up walking in on them in the bathroom at a party one night...doing unspeakable things and immediately leaves, embarrassed but even afterwards he can't stop thinking about it

that's all i'm gonna say for the plot, just in case i ever do end up releasing it but yeah. i've got a few parts of it written, i'll release one small snippet of one of them here

Sweet tears of ecstasy

“Shit,” You groan, chest heaving, a bead of sweat rolling down your temple.

Fingers twirl through threads of his hair as he pants as well, trying to calm his racing heart while almost (maybe) unaware of the affect that it had on your shivering body from his hot breath fanning across you.

He could barely help the churn in his stomach at the way you looked down at him, hungry as your eyes roved over his skin; ravenous, like you weren’t above pouncing on him the second after you came despite the slight tremble still apparent in your legs.

“Stop looking at me like that!” He moaned, trying to hide his head in your thigh as he squirmed, your hand in his hair holding him back.

How could you not? It would be a crime to not appreciate how puffed and red his lips were, his hair messy and chin covered in a mess that his tongue seemed determined to clean, poking out every so often. “Like what babyboy?”

He sighs and rolls his eyes as you smile, cupping his cheek in time for him to brush his head against your inner thighs, blowing at you just to hear you hiss.

You groan, “Don’t be a dick!” Using the position in favour for shoving him back, away from you before frowning at the cold left behind and pulling him back in.

He almost laughs but instead kisses your skin softly, lovingly.

“You’ve gotten too good at that y’know?”

“I dunno,” he looks up before crawling up into your open arms, allowing him to cuddle up against you as you light a cigarette, placing it between your lips with a puff. “Is there such a thing as being too good at eating pussy?”

The smell of nicotine fills his head, making him feel cloudy and safe.

He’s never liked it when you smoke, told you many times to stop, tried many times to make you.

Hiding them, throwing them in the trash, sending you websites and YouTube videos, threatening you. Nothing’s worked and he still doesn’t like it but he can’t help the way that the smell alone is almost enough to make him hard again.

A cigarette before you give him the best orgasm he’s had in his life, relighting the same one right after, right before round two and then another one before you hop into the shower afterwards.

Pavlov’s dogs or some shit, right?

“You wanna stay the night?” The words echo hollowly, seeming to bounce off the four walls of his room.

He feels foolish. For even asking. For even hoping. Especially when you don’t answer, simply taking another puff, offering it to him in which he declines with a quiet reminder of how you should quit.

His body feels cold when you pull away. The bed seems so much bigger when you’re not in it.

“Not tonight lover,” You grab your underwear off the floor, jeans too followed by the shirt you came in. “Got some stuff I need to do,”

He wishes that you’d grab his hoodie right next to it instead, slip it on and wear it tomorrow when he’d see you in class. “Mhm.” It’s a bullshit excuse. You know it. He knows it.

But it’s an unspoken promise at this point. He asks you to stay. You say you have something. You leave. He stays. Cold and left with the scent of cigarettes and sex.

“You coming to the party tomorrow night?” You put out the deathstick on the ashtray that’s taken space on his nightstand, brought a couple of weeks ago by you after being annoyed with the fact that he had nothing else that you could’ve used.

“Wooyoung’s?”

“Yeah, the one at his and San’s place?”

He thinks over the things he had planned for tomorrow, ready to skip out anything originally planned to go to this stupid party with you. Graciously happy to find that he has nothing. “Yeah, why?”

You turn back to him, smile plastered across you face, looking so much more innocent than you really are.

“Just wanted to make sure that I’d see you there, probably wouldn’t go if you weren’t. You’re the only one that makes that kinda stuff bearable for me.” He swears his heart soars with the words, with the way you lean down, placing a kiss on his neck, lingering on his jaw, then his cheek and the corner of his mouth before planting one on his lips, nipping at them playfully, pulling away just as quick before he can wrap his arms around your neck and pull you in, effectively starting round 3 of the night.

“Y-yeah,”

He’s slightly breathless but you don’t seem to notice, fishing your phone out of your pocket to check the time. “Oh shit, I gotta go!”

You scramble to grab the rest of your things, your bag, the pack of cigarettes and lighter you left on his nightstand beside the ashtray and one last stolen kiss.

“I’ll pick you up tomorrow, okay? 8 and don’t be late, I will leave you behind if it’s over ten minutes.”

He pouts petulantly, “I don’t take that long!”

You roll your eyes playfully as you unlock the door, peeking your head in one more time before you shut it. “Take a shower okay? You smell like sex and I’ll call you later, text me if you need anything, anything at all.” He nods and you pin him with a look that seems to say ‘don’t fuck around with me.’

“Okay!”

“Good." You smile softly and for a second he can pretend that he's really yours and that you'll come back later tonight when he's sleeping, cuddling up to him in the dark and that you'll wake up in the morning-together.

But then your next words come, like a slap to the face. What you say every night that you leave him. "See you later Hongjoong.”

And with that, you’re gone. And he’s left alone in the dark once more.

so yeah, a snippet from the first part, after this it switches to mingi's point of view, already at the party mentioned the next night. which is where he ends up walking in on them.

#inbox💌#hard thoughts #dom reader #ateez hard thoughts #sub ateez #ateez x reader #ateez smut #sub mingi #mingi x reader #mingi smut #sub hongjoong #hongjoong smut

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1autistictacticalrefrigerator · 11 months

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Police!Soap and Killer!Ghost PT2

When Soap wakes up, the first thing he notices was his skull-splitting headache. He groans and tries to reach for his head, only to find out he couldn’t. Someone had restrained Soap to a metal chair, Soap tries to wiggle out but there was no use. Whoever tied the knots wasn’t planning for Soap to get out of it- it was on securely.

“Who the fuck-“ Soap grumbles to himself quietly.

Luckily for the officer, he didn’t have to wait long to find out who was behind the restraints. That mask- the dark attire- it was The Ghost.

Soap suppresses a scream and turns to face the intimidating individual. “What the fuck do you want with me?” Soap says, hoping to sound as demanding as he was hoping to sound like.

The Ghost just stared back at Soap, unwavering.

“You’re The Ghost, right…? Or am I being delusional.” Soap chatters nervously, hoping to not get a knife into the stomach or something like that.

The Ghost scoffs, “Drop the grand name. Hearing people add “the” to your nickname gets annoying overtime.”

Ghost’s voice definitely wasn’t what Soap expected. A deep baritone. Soap shakes his head, getting rid of the wooziness. Soap looks around the room he was held in. It was small, the light on the ceiling was trying it’s best to stay on, flickering occasionally. The walls were pretty shoddy, Soap guessed this was probably an abandoned building of some sort.

“So.. can I like.. go home now..?” Soap suddenly says.

“What do you think the answer is?”

“..yes…?” Soap squeaks hopefully.

“No.” Ghost narrows his eyes.

“Oh. Are you gonna kill me?”

“Whats with the questions, officer?”

“I dunno. Wait- how do you know Im a officer?”

“Your uniform is really saying something here, McTavish.”

“Oh. Right.”

“Are you always this stupid?”

“Honestly I have no idea. Can I go now?”

“What did I say?”

“The fuck are you gonna even do with me here anyway-“

“Good question.” Ghost suddenly pauses, “I.. acted on impulse. I actually don’t know what I’ll do with you now that I brought you here.”

“Uh.. yes. So you can let me go right?”

“How about torture?”

“No thanks. I’d rather eat dinner.”

“Are you asking me to take you out to dinner..-“

“No? Yes? I have no idea, I’m hungry though.”

“You’re strange.”

“I’m the strange one? You literally prowl around in the dark wearing a skull mask, Im pretty sure you’re the strangest out of the both of us. It’s like you’re a batman ripoff or something.”

“Bold words for someone within stabbing range.” Ghost warns.

Soap only shrugs, “I say a lot of bold things, I also drive people up a wall apparently with my chatter.”

“That you do.” Ghost nods in agreement, “Do you know the police rotation schedule for patrols?” Ghost asks.

“And.. why would I tell you exactly?”

“Do you value your own life?”

“Yes, or else grandma is gonna tear me to pieces when I reach heaven.” Soap jokes.

“You.. sound like you have a nice family.”

“I do- for the most part.” Soap says proudly.

Ghost looks away for a moment before looking back at Soap. It made Soap wonder about Ghost, weirdly. But Soap doesn’t get the chance to ask about Ghost’s family.

“Tell me the rotation schedule.” Ghost demands.

“Do I have to?”

“Yes.”

“What if I dont.”

“Are you asking to die?”

“Uh- no? I just.. cant really remember from the top of my head..” Soap tries his best to recall what the schedule was like.

“Bloody hell- how the fuck did you even become a police if you cant even remember the most basic things-“ Ghost asks, exasperated.

“I have no idea. Luck I guess?” Soap blinks.

Suddenly, luck reminded Soap- Wait, oh. I haven’t even started to come up with a epic escape plan yet.

Ghost narrows his eyes, “What’re you thinking about.” He demands.

“Mind’s empty.” Soap quickly says.

“Well that empty mind of yours better start thinking. I’m very close to disposing you.” Ghost hisses.

“I can’t write it down anyway, you tied me up.” Soap complains.

“You think Im stupid enough to untie you?” Ghost says flatly, “Yes, I untie you and then you try to escape and I’ll have no choice but to stab you then.”

“Oh so you don’t want to kill me-“ Soap sighs with relief.

“What- no.” Ghost’s voice seems to slightly falter, “Not that.”

“Mhm, ok.” Soap says. He tries the ropes again despite knowing its futile. Ghost only gives him a strange face. That wasn’t going to stop Soap though, he keeps going. It hurt but eventually he’d get somewhere, right?

“What’re you doing-“ Ghost asks.

Soap ignores him and keeps going, eventually wrists becoming bloody. If he could get his hand out everything else would come apart easier.. or Ghost kills him. But hey, Ghost hasn’t killed him yet anyway.

Ghost on the other hand think’s Soap went absolutely mental. Normally Ghost would just let the victim suffer, but for some reason he tries to stop Soap.

“You’ll only end up hurting yourself.” Ghost states.

Soap ignores Ghost.

“Stop.” Ghost tries again, this time finding himself reaching a hand out. He quickly stops.

Soap looks up at him. A uncharacteristic “Why do you care?” Throws Ghost off guard. And it stung a tad more than it should.

Ghost had many victims in the past who were bold enough to throw at least a few insults around- he felt nothing. Yet with Soap- Ghost has observed him from afar before. A very kind soul indeed, but past other kind people didn’t stop Ghost from plunging a knife right into their rib cage, so why Soap? The fuck was this kind of concern boiling up from deep inside the hollow depths of his body?

Ghost’s hands act on its own without Ghost’s consent, grabbing Soap’s shoulder, making those beautiful bright blue eyes look up at him. Beautiful..? Huh. Never noticed before. Ghost respected people who take action and take it seriously, this kind of focus from someone as idiotic as Soap really threw him off- it made him wonder what other versions of that man he’s never known before.

“What?” Was Soap’s reply.

Ghost finds himself cutting the ropes for Soap, only when he untied them did he realize what he did. Soap stood there for a moment, eyes wide in shock before quickly taking a step back.

Ghost takes a step forward earning a punch to the face, but it was obvious Soap was holding back. Playing the defensive. Soap takes off running, running to anywhere. But after trying a few locked doors and meeting a few dead ends with Ghost not far behind, he opens the window at the end of a hallway.

Ghost immediately stops a few good feet away, “Idiot- this is the third fucking floor!” he blurts out, because if Soap jumps, he’s surely going to crack every single one of his bones probably. Ok. Maybe not. But still.

Soap only spares Ghost one glance before climbing out of the window. Ghost quickly scrambles after Soap but finds Soap slowly scaling the side building. Working his way to the pipe on the opposite end of where the window was, fearlessly, never once glancing down or pausing. Ghost only watches in awe as Soap makes it to the pipe, hanging on for dear life as he tries to slowly descended it, his uniform all dirtied up. That was the kind of bravery Ghost respected.

He could only watch as Soap stumbles and staggers onto the street and away from the building.

A part of Ghost know this meant he’ll get in trouble if he lets a victim get away, let alone a officer- but a part of him just wants to watch Soap go. So he watches, he watches Soap sprint down the street..

..round that corner…

..and duck out of sight. Ghost sighs, catching himself mid-sigh. The fuck was wrong with him? He’d have to get Soap back later he thought. And he’s more excited to see Soap again than he should.

( END OF PT2 ) (Just wanted to write some silly conversation between the two dont mind me 🗿)

(Personally I didnt like this one much. It feels too rushed. Didnt check for typos either yayy ignore them lmfao. 💀)

#call of duty #call of duty mw2 #cod #ghostsoap #soapghost #john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley

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theconstitutionisgayculture · 11 months

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I hate it when people draw characters with WAY darker skin than they really have... like, there's a particular fandom that I'm in, where the main character is played by a mixed race actor with pretty light skin, and people draw him the color of chocolate all the time. Nothing wrong with that skin color, of course, but isn't it kinda racist to look at a guy and say "ok, he's not white so he's gotta be BROWN" to the point where it doesn't even look like the actor? Is the real life person just not brown enough? I dunno, it just weirds me out.

I wonder if it comes from a place of fan artists not feeling confident about their abilities to draw distinctive facial features. So they worry that the accurate skin tone will cause people to accuse them of "whitewashing". 🙁 I get that, if so. It's just a shame that fan communities can be so awful.

THANK YOU!

I read a lot of Yuri on Ice fanfic and it always drives me up the wall when writers describe Yuuri as having darker skin than Victor. Look at these two

They have the exact same skin color. You'd have to go into photoshop and search around with the color picker to find a different shade on their faces.

It's like they can't admit that Japanese people can have pale skin because in their woke brains everyone is separated into White People--Evil, Bad, Pale Devils, and People of Color--Oppressed, Dark Skinned, Perfect. And when they're confronted with a "POC" that has light skin, they can't handle it.

(these are the same people who though Chris Pratt tanning for Jurassic World was him trying to "look black", so we're not dealing with a lot of brainpower here)

I do think a lot of what you're talking about comes from being scared of being accused of whitewashing, because fandoms are super toxic about any character appearing even a shade lighter than they're supposed to be. But I also think at least some of it comes from people not being able to deal with the fact that sometimes non-white people have pale skin. Especially when the characters are animated. They see darkening the skin as "correcting" or "fixing" the character. It's super racist, and really exposes how much dark skin is almost fetish-like for them.

And honestly, when it's a real mixed race actor? It's doubly shitty. Mixed race people deal with a lot of stigma from within their communities and without. "Too black for the whites, too white for the blacks" is a common sentiment among Americans with mixed racial heritage. For fandoms, who love to act like they're super "anti-racist" and "allies", darkening a real person's skin in their fan art shows that they don't even know what racism is. It's just the sad state of modern fandom.

Thankfully, most medium to large fandoms seem to have groups that aren't like this, and they're usually not that hard to find.

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lousylemonseminar · 3 months

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Speed writing this so it'll suck ass and not look like my writing but aro-spec beams chip

"You look cute.." The warm lights of the tavern feels sharp like the blare of a club as a rather hot looking guy scoots in a seat next to Chip at the bar.

He sits still, eyes widening at the comment before his head swerves in attempt to find whoever the guy's talking to because it can't be him. Until his eyes inevitably say it is.

"h. what?" Chip doesn't need to hear it again - maybe doesn't want to - so he doesn't know why he asks but he can't help but fake an awkward smile.

"You got anyone with you tonight?"

Oh God. Chip tries to hide the grimace tugging at his face. "Uuuuhhhhhh.. I. I'm sorry, 'm not really looking out for anyone tonight- I MEAN LIKE. I have my friends and stuff and they probabl-"

The GUY scoots in closer, "Not even a drink?"

Why does this suck? He should be happy that anyone's trying to hit on him despite whatever Jay says is Trash Looks what does she know anyways >:(

But it's just. Weird

"HAHA. NO. I mean, gotta. Get. Gotta drive my friends back so, no drinks for me, right?"

"Drive?"

"yeah.. my. Carriag- carrag- ca.. car."

"What's a 'car-"

"OKAY, BYE." His hands push up from against his stool and darts over to whatever direction his feet can maneuver him through.

Until he notices a particular peak of orange and pulls his way past to Jay. To take a very exaggerated sigh as he leans against the wall next to her.

And an even longer one before she shut him up with a more monotone voice "what's up?"

He doesn't know actually.

He doesn't really know why he freaks out so much about things like this

Like with Amanda. Or Jazz - to be fair, Jazz came on kinda hard. Or Rachel. But that's kinda different - not really freaking out, moreso "that's the sweetest thing I'll ever hear from someone I don't know and I have to say something really banger to match the vibe and the pressure's there about it"

".. how do you deal with like. Being hit on?"

Chip can already imagine the irony Jay's smiling about on her face

And starting to chuckle about "Depends - who's tryin' to get YOUR conch ?"

"don't be rude about it >:[ I pull plenty of people, man" He can giggle about it maybe but not her >>:^ "Dunno - just some guy. It was freaky."

From some sympathetic look on Jay's eyes, the humour seemed to slip out of his voice.

".. Is it. Supposed to feel really freaky when you say something like. "my lover"?.. That's a universally freaky thing. Right?"

"Depends, I guess." UGHHHH ofc it does "Do you want a lover? It's not too "freaky" or whatever for me but."

He hadn't really thought about that. But surely not a lot of people do. It's not something ever at the forefront, especially when you got your friends and a Boat. That's all someone needs. But if he were to think about it.. does he?

"Lover" feels weird. Like an oath. An oath HE can't commit to. Or wants to commit to. Sure, all those songs that sing about their "Sweet Caroline" or whatever are really jazzy (lol) and fun to sing along to. But that's not really how It feels, does it?

"eughh. I dunno. I don't think so really. Is that allowed?"

"Is what alloow.... Oh. Well, yeah - we're pirates, we do whatever.! We don't have to be in a relationship or something." Jay smiles and that feels like all he needs.

But then she starts chuckling again "Maybe you still like Amanda" and a comically disdained face from Chip pulls her away from that idea

"I'm not going to you for anything anymore >:^" crossing his arms

"noooooo I'm sorryyy" in the most nonchalant way in the world

"NUH UH."

#i stole the corlorijg thing form someone my apologies #just got hard tk keep track and not sound redundant rn #@keysinthecouch i thibnnkkkk?? ill check later does it a lot and uou tshould so check them out #Yeah #kiedeo #jrwi riptide #jrwi chip #jrwi jay #as someone whos not aromantic but believes in their causes this is a bit off and i will take criticism actuallt

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rex101111 · 11 months

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Finally gotten around to watching the three so far released episodes of My Adventures with Superman (in a way that is Totally Legal(TM) I Swear), and I love it! Its very sweet, very cute, just a really sunshine show with a lot of room to grow and some nice intrigue thrown in right away to let quietly simmer throughout it, very good.

A few noteable things i liked:

* Superman. Supes is...so good here. Just the perfect blend of modern Good Boy Shonen Protag and classic Farm Boy Clark he’s been since the 90′s. He’s a delight. Specifically I really liked how they established how central his “I’m here to help” thing to his character right off. He had a kite stuck on a tree, and his powers didn’t awaken when he wanted to this (very very slightly) selfish thing. A person is in danger? His powers roar to life right away. Pitch Perfect Superman.

* Lois!! She’s such a delight, honestly. Its a bit jarring since I just finished binging the old Superman cartoon from the 90′s, in which Lois is the hardass experienced reporter she’s been in just about everything since the late 90′s, but new Lois here is still very recognizably Lois Lane, the reporter that doesn’t think twice about putting herself in danger for a story, she’s just more puppy dog about because we get Intern Lane for the first time in a while. A thing I really liked about her is that, yeah, she wants to interview Superman for the big scoop...but her initial and main driving motivation for that is that she wants to say thank you to the person who saved her life. That’s just great.

Also also these two are totally a Gohan X Videl Au fanfic with the names changed and I am all for it lets fucking GO.

A couple things I’m undecided on:

* Fuckboi Deathstroke is...a choice. That’s for sure. I’m really torn because im so used to Slade being this totally in control, always scheming older dude with a rancid vibe you can only get from dating a 15 year old. (YEAH THAT’S A THING, YOU THINK HIS DYNAMIC WITH TERRA WAS FUCKED IN THE CARTOON??? HOW LITTLE YOU KNOW). So him being this young is throwing me. Granted, he’s still a douche, and a slimeball, and he introduces Amanda Waller into the narrative right away and I am always game for The Wall to show up and make things difficult, so I’m in the middle here. Lets see what they do.

* I want to like Jimmy, I do, but there’s just something about his energy that seems too...desperate. I dunno I think he needs a bit more fine tuning with his writing because he’s just a bit...too much for me. Which is not that bad honestly, he has his good moments, specifically when he teases Lois about Clark, but unlike those two he’s too surface level. Sure he and Lois stick around to help people but that’s...basic. Lois is driven to be a real reporter and is willing to stick her head into any bear trap that looks interesting enough. Jimmy is a...conspiracy theorist...lovely.

Okay, real talk, can we stop making conspiracy theorists main characters? Or treat it as some cute quirk? Because I swear these guys are never likeable enough to hold major screen time every episode. I swear if Jimmy says some bullshit about Lizard People I am going to McFreakin lose it.

And just because he’s right about the aliens and meta-humans and all the other shit doesn’t make that gimmick any less annoying! Give the guy something else! If he isn’t Superman’s Pal anymore, okay sure fine shifting dynamics is fine, but maybe give more weight to him and Clark knowing each other since college? Maybe have him visit his folks and show off how much he cares for Clark as a friend more specifically without the tinfoil hat bullshit? Please?

Anyway major nitpick above besides, good show! Go watch it! In a way that is totally legal but is sure to not give anyone in WB any money.

#my adventures with superman

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kaijuposting · 1 year

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15:27 Hours, at the K-Sci Lab

Doctor Newton Geiszler perches like a hawk on an empty examination table, bloodshot eyes staring through smudged glasses.

His colleague, Doctor Hermann Gottlieb, looks at him from behind a computer desk, nibbling his index fingernail with a frown.

Newt suddenly inhales, then lets out a bloodcurdling screech that resonates off the metal walls and echoes through the room.

Hermann startles in his seat and slams his hands on the desk in shock. He takes a long, slow breath. "Newton, what in God's name are you trying to do?"

Newt takes a deep breath and shifts. "I'm trying to get inside the headspace of a kaiju, man. Trying to figure 'em out, you know? If I can just... think like the kaiju, become the kaiju, maybe we can figure out how to defeat the kaiju?"

Hermann's frown deepens and he exhales every ounce of air in his lungs before leaning back in his chair. "That's not even remotely scientific," he spits.

Newt bares his teeth and lets out a startlingly low growl. "I don't know if you've noticed, Hermann, but I haven't had a good kaiju specimen in three weeks! Three weeks, Hermann! All I've had to work with are these half-rotted chunks of lower gut!" Newt takes another deep breath, and screeches again.

Hermann stares at him balefully. "Be that as it may, your juvenile behavior doesn't constitute any sort of science, and my ears and my head are worse off now."

Newt freezes and shifts slightly. "Yeah, well..." he begins, but there's no anger in his voice. Just exhaustion tinged with sadness. He sighs and grips the edge of the table.

"Imagine getting inside the mind of a kaiju, anyway. Why would you want to? All mindless killer instinct, that's all it is." Hermann's voice shakes faintly. For a moment his eyes meet Newt's, and they both realize that they're both scared and tired.

"No," Newt says. "That's not... that's not a real thing. Animals aren't just programmed to kill for the hell of it, there's gotta be something driving them, some instinct we don't understand."

"I don't want to understand," Hermann says flatly.

"Yeah, well, doing shit we don't wanna do is just the job here," Newt says.

"But imagine getting into the mind of a kaiju," Hermann says. "It can be bad enough getting inside another human's mind; have you heard what sorts of thoughts people have encountered in the drift?"

Newt's eyes widen. "The drift, that's it!"

Hermann's eyes widen with alarm. "What?" he asks.

"That's it, dude. I'm gonna... gonna drift with a kaiju. Dunno how, dunno when, but I'm gonna fucking do it. I just need a piece of brain. Oh, yes!" Newton hops up from the table.

Hermann grits his teeth and grabs an HR complaint form from the stack sitting on his desk, to write about Newt's screeching. He knows it will do nothing, but he's got to complain to someone, and he doesn't have anyone else. "You can't do it, Newton," he says as he grabs a pencil.

"Yeah I can," Newt says. "I can do it, and you can't stop me."

"Can't."

"Can! Can! Can!"

"Have you considered," Hermann said, "that you are extremely sleep-deprived and therefore not at all in a rational state of mind?"

"Ummm... sleep deprived, yeah. Irrational, no," Newt said. "I do my best work when I'm sleep deprived, trust me."

"Please, Newton. Get some sleep," Hermann says, his voice suddenly soft. He sets the pencil down. "We'll talk this over in the morning."

Newt blinks tiredly. "Yeah," he says. "Not gonna change my mind, but... you're right. I need sleep."

Hermann sets the form back on the pile, and he stands up and grabs his cane. "We both do," he says. "We both do."

#pacific rim #pacific rim ficlet #newt geiszler #newton geiszler #hermann gottlieb #newmann

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aerodaltonimperial · 11 months

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"Hello, my love." The shower.

The shower is one of those places where Jack falls into a routine. Everything in the same order: soap, shampoo, conditioner. He brings his own because the hotel staples might as well be made of straw. He's half-way through his familiar order when the shower curtain is pushed aside and someone is crowding in beneath the spray.

"Shit," Jack hisses, and smacks his elbow into the porcelain side he's so startled. "Some warning? Is this a thing that we do?"

"Why not?" Darby asks, unaffected. He grabs for Jack's shampoo. Okay, seriously, this stuff is expensive, and he doesn't need to be pouring that much onto his hand, and—

"Okay, most people would get in the shower, and I dunno, not just...shower," Jack says.

"We're saving water."

Not the point. "No, I mean, people get in the shower together to be romantic."

"Dude, I can't go another round, I'm not eighteen anymore," Darby replies, sudsing up his hair with far, far too much of Jack's shampoo and then ducking his head beneath the shower head and the steady stream of water. "You gotta give me, like, an hour. Maybe two. Get a nap in there."

"You know, you are the least romantic person I've ever been around," Jack tells him. "Literally the worst."

"You want, like, romance?" Darby says, putting so much disdain into the last word Jack almost wants to punch him.

"I mean, it would be kind of a nice surprise. Fun turn of events. Delightful to feel woo-able."

Darby waves him off. "Fine, fine, I'll get in again, you're so fucking bossy."

He climbs out, and the shower curtain snaps in his wake, leaving Jack gaping at the empty space with mounting confusion. And just as he's about to open up the curtain to see what's going on, where the hell Darby fucked off to, Darby jerks the curtain open again.

He leans in, canines flashing. "Hello, love. Mind if I join you?"

"I need you to never say that to me again," Jack says, as Darby climbs into the shower for the second time. "I take it all back. Every word. I don't want this."

"See, I tried to tell you." Darby reaches around him for the soap. "You're just never happy, you know that?"

"Oh come on." Jack groans. "You're such a dick—"

Darby pokes him in the side, and Jack flails, smacking into the porcelain again. "Ow! Do not!"

"You want romance? Fine, here. You can crack your head open."

"How is that romantic?!"

The assault on Jack's sides continues, and his elbows smack into the tub, reverberations echoing through the wall. "I'll drive you to the ER," Darby says. "You can write about it in your journal."

"I swear I hate you, I—ow! Ticklish!"

"Fight back, Jack; let's go. Let's go, you wanted some romance, right? Why are you laughing, Jack? Huh?"

"Stop, oh my god, I can't breathe, quit it—!"

In the next room, MJF turns up his earbuds. Stupid fucking people being stupid fucking loud in their stupid fucking bathtub. Just for good measure, he smacks his fist into the wall a few times, but he's pretty sure it's resoundly ignored, and isn't that just his luck—getting stuck next to the fucking assholes who can't figure out that half the roster is in the same damn hotel. Fuck.

#tag so you don't lose this shit #this helped distract me for a solid fifteen minutes so thank you!

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Sirius had been sitting down on the toilet for quite some time now. Might have been an hour, maybe more. But he could not get up. Not only because Mary was practically stalking and harassing him, but seeing Remus talk so much and so close to Freya, and not a single word to him, was killing him. That and the ten shots he’d done in one take.

As he tried to stand up once again, he heard the door bang against the walls and then it being slammed close.

“Pads? Party’s over, where are you?” Remus asked as he loudly walked over to the stalls. Sirius managed to stand up and open the door just in time to make it seem he was just leaving.

Remus was standing in front of Sirius’s stall, his arm resting on the wall and his head being held by his hand. He looked absolutely ravishing.

“Is it really over?”

“No” Remus admitted “but I knew you would open if I told you it was.”

Sirius tried to fight off a smile as he rolled his eyes.

“What can I say Pads? I know you.”

“Sharing a bed can do that to people.” Sirius answered teasingly

“-room. A bedroom.” Remus corrected him

“tomato, tomato, you know what I mean.” Sirius said, crossing his arms and tilting to the wall on his right.

“I do?” Remus said, slowly approaching Sirius.

“You do.” Sirius’s heartbeat was rapidly increasing, and he knew Remus could hear it due to the sly smile he showed in that exact moment.

“Your heart’s beating like crazy, you nervous Pads?” Remus teased as he towered over him.

“Why would I be?”

“I dunno, why would you?”

“I’m not.”

“Then what is it? What’s driving your heart so crazy it’s running so much?”

“You are.” Sirius answered honestly, even if Remus believed it was part of their little game, Sirius knew he was being completely honest.

“I am?” Remus caressed Sirius’s cheek “my poor little Padfoot, how are we going to fix this?”

Sirius just stared at him, dumbfounded as Remus pushed him inside the stall and onto his seating position once again. He then grabbed Sirius’s jaw and very slowly began to kiss him. Slow but passionate kisses that made Sirius’s head spin. Remus had shut the door close and his hands were gently pulling on Sirius’s hair. Sirius pulled Remus as close as he could before he pulled away.

“Are you sure this is a good idea?” Sirius asked unsure.

“When is it not?” Remus answered confidently before leaning in to kiss him again. Sirius usually loved inebriated Remus, it was the only time one could get this kind of answers out if him. But not even a ton of alcohol could make him forget those disgusting images, Freyas smile flashing over and over again.

With every bit of strength he had, Sirius pulled away once again. “Anyone could come in.”

“You want me to leave? Fine, I’ll leave.” Remus said before turning around, but Sirius swiftly grabbed his wrist and made him turn back around.

“I want us to leave, you fucker.”

“You’re tremendously pissed aren’t you?”

“I wouldn’t say tremiendonsly, but a tad, sure.”

“So I would have to carry you upstairs either way?”

“pretty much, yeah.”

“cool, just cling to my shoulder and pretend you’ve died”

“whatever you say,” Sirius teased him as he clung to his left shoulder “Professor.”

Remus failed horribly at containing his laughter, which was clearly mixed with amusement. “Oh, Merlin, you better enjoy your last moments of freedom because as soon as we reach that door, I’m killing you.”

“You already are.” Sirius mumbled.

#marauders era #harry potter marauders #marauders #sirius #harry potter #sirius black #wolfstar fic #remus #not safe for werewolves kinda #wolfstar #wolfstar angst #wolfstar whores #sexy tease

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mirror-to-the-past · 11 months

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Hi. Boom. Here's long assorted sleep deprived thoughts I'm gonna be face palming at later about my current KH3 impressions.

Finished Olympus, Corona, now I'm on Toy Box.

PUNTING DONALD INTO ORBIT. And low key, Goofy, too. Like, on one hand, they're just Some Guys and also cartoon characters that make me giggle every cutscene they're in and they just try to lighten the mood or whatever. On the other hand, narratively, NOBODY is getting off Sora's case oh my god. Like, they've teased him before but it feels much more frequent and pointed this game towards the things Sora is insecure about. "Haha, you know Sora, our forgetful, stupid, careless, rash, powerless, weak, codependent idiot! We love him. <3" (exaggerated for comedy but they really don't stop with the punches and it's so uncalled for lol) And he either takes it or lightly goes "hey..." half the time. Donald keeps talking shit, Goofy just lets it happen and whenever there's actually disputes where Sora sasses back a 'lil then he steps in and it gives off vibes of "now don't make your mother angry." They're questionable guardian figures. Rehoming Sora to Supportive Dad Mickey Mouse real quick out of saltiness. That said, Goofy kind of laying a steadying hand on Sora on the Trinity Sled and when he was upset about Eugene's "death" in Corona is sweet.

The face of someone doing completely well who says "I can take it" twice in a row just to prove how well he's doing:

Bestie. You're fifteen years old and running around in a world where tripping acid on identity issues, amnesia, and listening to vague monologues from strange predatory darkness men is another Tuesday.

Sora keeps spacing out and giving thousand yard stares especially throughout this game, and when Ienzo told him "yeah, your heart's not entirely yours!" And Sora just stared blankly at the phone like "figures." I just laughed, lol. He's just constantly pivoting between being occupied by and amazed by the Wonder™ of the world/absorbed by the hype of meeting new people and the Horrors™ presented by the constant tumult of foreign emotions and memories running through his little head, clearly to such a degree that it's no surprise to be told that there's whole fuckin people within him. Teenage experience, honestly. Love coming of age narratives that are just crazy fucking magic bs manifesting in dissociation central. What a guy.

I was in tears laughing when Sora was hearing voices in Twilight Town and thought Hayner and co. were those same voices for a sec and very enthusiastically, as though to prove himself went: "See?? :DDD Voices!" SORA, HONEY.

In other news of AAA-

Way to the Dawn just fucking broke? Why was everyone so calm? Am I missing something? Riku's like "aha gives me an excuse to skill up and get a better one-" child, I am gripping you by the shoulders. This blade is manifested as an extension of your heart, they don't just BREAK. Should I be concerned about the integrity of your soul, brother?

THE SCENE WITH KAIRI AND LEA/AXEL WAS SO SWEET, I WANT MORE OF THEM. NEED MORE OF THEM, ACTUALLY. When Kairi was like ":3 hehe I'm gonna beat your ass in the ring," and when he started CRYING because he caught a glimpse of Xion in her. 😭 Her letter to Sora was so fucking sad I am heartbroken how she becomes more alienated from her friends as time goes on. She went from sending the letter as a waypoint in KH2, like "please come back, here I am" to "you know where I am, but I'm still here talking to myself anyway." I. 👏 NEED. 👏 CLOSURE. 👏 Preferably for Kairi with both Sora and Riku, but they'll probably do just Sora but I dunno I don't want to get my hopes up or down. I just... I dunno, even if things aren't necessarily the same with all of them, I'd just like there to be something affirming where they stand because like even though the care they have for each other is obviously there, you can see it with all three of them in KH1 and KH2 (drives me up the walls bonkers when Riku shielded her with his body and Sora caught her when they were flashbanged), it's also like that feeling of a dwindling group chat kind of scenario. "That's right, no more waiting for you to come back from your adventures..." Props to VA that line was delivered so laden with hollowness. I hold Kairi in hands. Devastated.

THE FOCUS ON SAVING ROXAS HAS ME EXCITED. THAT IS ALL. I WAS YELLING AT SCREEN FOR FOREVER LIKE "USE A REPLICA" and then Riku finally was like "🤔✨...Replica?" And I went and mentally hoisted him onto my shoulders for a little "hip hip hooray" because the dots are connecting with the characters, fellas. I might see at least one of my peoples, soon.

Riku's VA just sounds like he's given up for this game and it's killing me, lol. Voice direction just hasn't been in his favor so far.

Mickey Mouse and Riku bonding time in hell. Riku's like "wow, mouse dad, I feel less riddled with self doubt these days. It's pretty nice to feel like a go-getter, haha, wonder why tho?" And Mickey Mouse is like... "Well... 🏳️‍🌈...! :D" Riku goes: "🤔... 🏳️‍🌈👍." strength to protect what matters And then that's that. Back to reconnaissance mission for lost veteran. Cinematic perfection.

Sora is still a certified Disney princess, if anyone's curious. He got his dance number in for this game, and he had birds gently circle around him and land on his finger.

Marluxia: "Ah yes, we finally reunite." Sora: "who"

I still can't tell if anyone has debriefed Sora, Donald, and Goofy about what happened in Castle Oblivion yet in any way. I'm wondering why they're (writers) playing that particular plot line so close to their chest.

Adorable how well Sora and Rapunzel got along. While Sora is a friend to all and shit it's really sweet seeing how he still seems to have bonds where he personally clicks with some characters more than others. And all for good reasons- like matching with his traits. I imagine him, Rapunzel, Ariel, and Hercules get brunch at the Bistro now, and no one can take this from me. Also Hercules is such a Sora hypeman, cheering him on even when he's getting crushed by a building. He passes the vibe check 100%.

I manifested my gag attack concept from my BBS post halfway into being and I'm so happy about it, lol. Thank you Hercules from hit movie Hercules for swinging Sora around in a circle like a broadsword in your special attack. I think more people should use him as a broadsword for enrichment reasons.

THEY CUT OUT THE SNUGGLY DUCKLING FROM TANGLED. SO MUCH POTENTIAL HAS BEEN LOST FROM CANON. I WILL NEVER RECOVER.

"how do I get power of waking when it didn't work the normal way Hercules," "idk Sora maybe you've got to be in love like I am," "well shit. guess I should get me some of that love superpower. Oh btw how come happily married Mickey Mouse and my best friend Riku are the only dudes that have the power of waking I'm confused," "...idk Sora" "okay, bye herc" (can you see my sleep deprivation leaking yet, I'm connecting the dots though, I promise, trust my methods 🤣)

IT TOOK ME 7 TRIES TO CRACK A FUCKING EGG. Remy Ratatouille looks at me like a disappointed father

Weaponized amusement park ride powers are so badass actually. I love the teacups and wish I could inflict them on my enemies, too.

Sora now has GUN. "Shooting" Star, indeed.

Sora and Rapunzel splashing in da water. 💦🥰 So cute.

WHY DID THEY PUT THEIR WHOLE ASS INTO THE FAKE VIDEO GAME TRAILER IT LOOKED SO SICK. I was so confused though I saw the dude and was like... Riku?? Wtf you're HD, my guy! Wait, you've got heterochromia and are chasing after a girl, mistook you for someone else, my bad.

There is a dog on my gummi ship roof and he will stay there until I finish the game.

Twilight Town is gorgeous and I now know the answer for "if I could pick a video game place to live" that's not just Stardew or Pokemon or something.

"I can't computer so... do that." Me too, Sora. Helping him learn his phone by having him take a ton of pictures, though. I'd like to imagine he sends them to his buddies or is excited to show them later or something. That would be so <3

The Kingdom Hearts social media posts are so funny to me for some reason btw. You get surreal shit like Riku pain-posting "I wonder if I'm the reason Ansem looks the way he does :/" and. The sideway frown just sent me. No, I can't explain why. Just comedy gold. "Mfw when possession :/" "sometimes I think about when my friend was in a coma for a year :/" "y'know I wonder what my family felt when my home was overcome with darkness because of me. Did it hurt? Were they afraid? Well they're back now but I wonder that sometimes. :/"

Maleficent is me trying to track down Luxu and shake him for answers. I don't even care if it's bad she finds it, I need to know what's in the damn box.

Buzz Lightyear going "this plot sounds ridiculous and absurd. Of course you're acting like this is normal, pitiful JRPG character." Sora: ":'D"

GET IN THE ROBOT, SORA.

#kingdom hearts 3 first playthrough #kingdom hearts #kh3 #kh sora #sora

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ahimoth-storm · 4 months

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some relatable quotes (and why)

so i wanted to make a post about some quotes from anime/movies/cartoons that relate to me in a way. there is a lot, to be honest, so for now i'll only put a few. who knows, i might do a part 2 and songs next. if you have any quotes you relate to, feel free to comment them!

now that i look over this....i realized it looks more like a vent post due to me adding why the quote is relatable in parenthesis... shit-

I don't understand why everybody has to be so judgmental. ...."Hey, Cody's just a bum." "Cody's this," "Cody's that," "Cody's this." Cody's me, bro. Let me be me. When is that going to start? ~Cody Maverick, Surf's up (constantly being compared to others, told i should be like this or more like that)

I, am on, *so* much migraine medication you have no idea... The stress is killing me. I dunno how much longer I can last, I have to tell you that right now! ~Mikey Abromowitz, Surf's up (i have chronic migraines; stress makes it worse)

No joy, man. No joy...Fail. ~Big Z, Surf's up (me after telling myself "i'ma have a good day" and it ends up being shit)

Mikey, why don't you head on over to the snack bar and get yourself a big bowl of shut up? ~Reggie Belafonte, Surf's up (me when i am not in a good mood and people make it worse. me when someone pisses me off then tries to make me laugh)

heh heh, this place sucks, bro. ~Cody Maverick, Surf's up (me at school, me at home, me at the store, me in any sort of inconvenient/annoying place)

i promote happiness! can you see the happiness emanating from me!? what's wrong with you? ~Reggie Belafonte, Surf's up (me looking in the mirror when i am one minor inconvenience away from absolutely losing my shit)

*sigh.* why is it that whenever i'm having fun, it's wrong? ~Squidward, Spongebob (me. just me)

what are those neanderthals doing?.... ~Squidward, Spongebob (me with my nosy neighbors, me at the store and people are acting absolutely RIDICULOUS)

too bad that didn't kill me. ~Squidward, Spongebob (me, with just anything)

i hate all of you. ~Squidward, Spongebob (me after i graduated in 2023)

well, it wouldn't be the first time you ruined everything. ~Squidward, Spongebob (me when my family just can't get along, younger me with my little brother 'cause my father always favored him)

wake me up when i care. ~Squidward, Spongebob (me when my little brother constantly woke me up for the damn nintendo wii (i wanted to do what Squidward did when he bashed his head into the register, but to a table or wall instead))

why am i always the one handing out apologies? ~Shippo, Inuyasha (was blamed for everything; grew a habit of apologizing for everything)

...nothing i could've gained was worth losing her. nothing at all. ~Sesshomaru, Inuyasha (i lost my grandma in january of 2021)

i want you to be happy. i want you to laugh a lot. i don't know what i'll be able to do for you, but i'll always be by your side. ~Kagome, Inuyasha (me to my best friend who i've known and been friends with since 2018)

people like you… are the reason why people like me need medication. ~Inuyasha, Inuyasha (many people in the world, and many types of people, are driving me up a fucking wall)

i just don't like giving up, there's a difference! ~Inuyasha, Inuyasha (i refuse to give up on something/someone that means so much to me, unless i absolutely have a good reason (even then, a part of me still wants to refuse giving up))

i can't be at peace until i find out the truth. Sailor Mercury, Sailor Moon (there are a lot of things happening in my family, as it was split in half when i was very young. one side says this, the other side says that. i'm in constant turmoil trying to figure out who is and who isn't lying. it feels like the equivalent of being ripped apart)

18 quotes, and now my fingers are cramped T^T they'll only cramp more when i add the tags.

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hinatastinygiant · 7 months

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21 | Cygnus

Pairing: Kita x Fem!Reader

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As the evening continues, your group finds themselves at the rented room, filled with single people who are drinking, dancing, and having a good time. It's a different vibe from the formal wedding, but no less fun.

You're sitting at the bar, sipping a glass of wine, when Atsumu comes up behind you and grabs your shoulders.

"Let's get a shot," he slurs, obviously drunk.

"I dunno," you hum, swirling the glass in your hand.

"Come on," he pouts, leaning against you. "Just one."

"Okay, okay," you give in, rolling your eyes.

Four shots later, and you're feeling more than buzzed.

"Oh my god," you gasp. "That was awful."

"It's so good," Atsumu grins.

"No, no, no, no," you shake your head. "I'm done."

"One more," he insists.

"Jesus," Kita's voice breaks in between the two of you. "I turn around for two minutes and you're already trying to get her drunk."

"Shinsuke," Atsumu whines, wrapping his arms around his neck.

"Get lost," he says, shoving him away. "Go hang out with your other friends or something."

"But I never get to hang out with Y/N. Not since she started hanging out with you."

"What's that supposed to mean?" you question, raising a brow.

"Nothin'," he shrugs. "Just that Kita's a hog."

Kita rolls his eyes, but doesn't say anything in response.

"Whatever," Atsumu sighs as he gets up from his seat beside you. "I'm gonna go get some fresh air."

"Yeah, and I'm gonna find some people that don't annoy me," Kita adds, taking Atsumu's seat.

But before Atsumu can get anywhere, your group hears the current DJ's voice through the speakers. "Alright, alright, can I get everyone's attention," he shouts. "Our bride and groom are about to make their exit. So, everybody give it up for Mr. and Mrs. Miya!"

Cheers erupt around the room, and everyone claps for the happy couple.

"Thank you," Osamu laughs, stumbling towards his brother. "Hey, guys. So, um, my wife and I are gonna go. I hope you all have a good night."

"You too," Kita says, standing up and shaking Osamu's hand.

"And thanks for helping with the wedding," Osamu smiles at you.

"No problem," you nod, returning the smile.

"So, what are you gonna do now?" Atsumu asks his brother.

"I'm taking my wife back to my place," he answers, grinning. "We're gonna-"

"Oh, god, spare me the details," Atsumu groans.

"Whatever," Osamu rolls his eyes. "You're just jealous."

"Maybe I am," Atsumu sighs, shaking his head. "But get out of here. Enjoy your wedding night."

"That's exactly what we're gonna do," Osamu laughs, and the two brothers share a fist bump.

With that, Osamu and his new wife wave goodbye, and make their way out of the room.

"Now what?" Kita sighs.

"Well, I don't know about you two, but I'm going to go find a nice girl to take home," Atsumu smirks.

"Gross," Kita grimaces.

"See you around," Atsumu laughs, walking off.

"What a freak," Kita grumbles.

"Don't worry about him," you smile. "He's harmless."

"Yeah, yeah," Kita sighs, rubbing his temples. "I'm sorry, Y/N, but I don't think I can drive us home. I'm too drunk."

"Me too," you sigh. "And I think all the sober guests are gone."

"Fuck," Kita hisses, running a hand through his hair. "Guess we're taking an Uber."

"Sounds like a plan," you nod, standing up. "Let's go."

The two of you leave the building and walk out into the street. As you wait for the car, the alcohol really starts to hit you. Your mind is foggy, and you can barely keep your balance.

"Oh my god," you groan, leaning against the wall. "This sucks."

"Yeah," Kita sighs. "I'm never drinking again."

You laugh at his comment. "God, I remember you saying that back in high school," you remind him.

"But I meant it this time," he mumbles, his words slurring. "I swear, I'm gonna quit tomorrow."

"Whatever you say," you roll your eyes.

As you continue to wait for the car, your phone suddenly starts ringing. When you pull it out of your purse, you see that it's a call from Atsumu.

"Hey, Atsumu," you answer.

"Hey," he says, his voice coming through the speaker. "Are you still at the venue?"

"Yeah, why?"

"Can you do me a favor and grab my keys from the front desk? They're in the pocket of my jacket. I can't find them anywhere, and I'm not drunk enough to be losing shit like this," he asks pleadingly.

"Why can't you?" you ask, slightly annoyed.

"I just puked in the trash can," he admits.

"Ew, Tsumu," you groan.

"I'm so sorry," he mumbles.

"Ugh, fine, I'll go look for them," you give in. "Just hold on."

When you hang up the phone, you turn to Kita apologetically.

"What's wrong?" he asks, raising a brow.

"Atsumu needs his house keys, and he left them at the front desk," you sigh.

"Great," Kita mutters. "Should I cancel the Uber?"

"For now," you nod.

"Fine," he says, pressing a few buttons on his phone. "Let's go."

The two of you stumble your way back into the building and make your way to the front desk. You search around for Atsumu's coat and finally find it burried in the pile. You rummage around until you find his keys and pull them out.

"There they are," you smile triumphantly.

"Awesome," Kita nods, turning back to the door. "Now let's go."

But before either of you can leave, the two of you are met with Suna, who is rushing out of the door.

"Oh, shit," he curses, nearly bumping into you.

"What's up?" Kita asks.

"Oh, uh, nothing," Suna smiles.

"Are you leaving?" you ask.

"Yeah, I'm pretty drunk," he laughs.

"And how are you getting home... If you don't mind me asking?"

"I'm going with some friends," he explains. "They're waiting outside."

"Gotcha," Kita nods.

"So, where are you two going?" he then asks, smirking with an idea.

"We're going to Atsumu," you interrupt, causing him to look extremely confused.

"Don't tell me you're actually going to-"

"No! Of course not," Kita rolls his eyes. "We're going to help the drunk idiot."

"Oh," Suna breathes a sigh of relief.

"What did you think we were doing?" you ask half unsure if you should really be questioning it.

"Oh, um," Suna stutters, rubbing the back of his neck. "I thought maybe you two were gonna, um..."

"What?" Kita asks, raising a brow.

"I thought you two were going to..." Suna continues, his face reddening. "Y'know..."

"Go home, Suna," Kita groans, shoving him out of the coatroom. "Your friends are waiting for you."

"Yeah, okay," Suna nods, smiling awkwardly.

"See ya later," Kita says, pushing him out the door.

"Yeah, see ya," Suna waves, stumbling down the hall.

The two of you then turn to each other and shake your heads.

"What the hell was that?" you chuckle.

"I have no idea," Kita sighs.

"Let's get back to Atsumu," you say, taking Kita's hand. You then lead him over to the elevator and push the button. As you wait for the doors to open, Kita leans against the wall and lets out a deep sigh.

"What's wrong?" you ask, looking up at him.

"Nothing," he mutters, his cheeks reddening.

"What?"

"Nothing," he repeats, shaking his head. "I'm just thinking about..."

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shizuu-chann · 2 years

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Favorite DA: Inquisition maps...

...and a short description of why--

Frostback Basin; I dunno what to say other than this is my favorite map ever. It's stunning and the quests involved are so fun. I mean, the tree house camps??? Hello?? *chef's kiss* And Ameridan is a fucking snack and I love his name.

Emerald Graves; Pretty much the same reasons as the Frostback Basin. It's just so vibrant and green, and I love trees in general. So the enormous, healthy greenery of the trees in this map makes me want to weep. Would be #1 if I wasn't including DLC maps. Also, I wish there were more remarks about the area from a Dalish Inquisitor or an Inquisitor with the History Knowledge perk.

The Deep Roads; I thought the map design was amazing, and the quests and little collection sidequests are delightful~ Also, Nug King.

Hissing Wastes; I don't know why I like this map so much, but I do, Maybe it's bc your explore it at night and the giant moon and the blanket of stars are lovely, but idk. It's a little tedious to traverse, but I generally don't mind.

The Hinterlands; I feel like this might surprise some people, considering every gaming news article suggests to get out of the Hinterlands as soon as you possible can, but I love this map. I describe it as one of the most beautiful maps with the most boring quests. Understandable, since it's an early-game map, but still. The little lake area near Valamar is my favorite <3

Emprise du Lion; This is where we start getting into maps I dislike. I don't hate Emprise du Lion, but I don't love it, either. Honestly, what drives me nuts is the constant howling wolves. If I'm in just the right (or perhaps wrong) mood, I have to leave the map bc the howling grates on my nerves. It's also a bit of a labyrinth to navigate.

Crestwood; I don't know why, but I hate this map when you finally close the rift under the lake. I try to complete all the quests at night while it's still raining and save closing it for pretty much last. It's not that visually attractive and the quests are boring. Plus, I feel bad for the dragon that's just minding it's own business and gets woken up by nearly drowning...

Forbidden Oasis; The oasis is pretty, but navigation is a bitch.

The Fallow Mire; Quests are interesting-ish, and the Avvar brat who wants to fight you is funny bc I love his father, but otherwise it's creepy and wet, and so help me if Cassandra challenges or Dorian casts another AOE spell that sets the bogfishers off...

The Western Approach; What can I say here? It's large, it's a desert, and I wish there were more Warden journals or something around. Though, I do really love the black tar areas beyond the bounds of the explorable area, and I desperately want to go to the other abandoned ruins off in the distance. But having to cross the sulfur pits to get to the other side of the map is uuuuggghhh.

The Storm Coast; Really pretty map, love all the greenery, but annoying as fuck to navigate because of all the goddamn HILLS that you can't Skyrim spam-jump your way up.

Exalted Plains; I don't think this one needs explanation, honestly. Desolate, sad, desecrated bc of the stupid war between royal twats, undead fucking everywhere, STALLED EVERY TIME YOU TURN AROUND BC OF BROKEN WOODEN WALLS/BARRACKS/ROCKS, no music in the background only this annoying droning... This map sucks and I always finish it as soon as possible so I never have to go back.

#dragon age #dragon age inquisition #dai #dragon age maps

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dishchan · 2 years

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Rudimentary study of how language relates to colors? 👀 (Several of my uni classes have addressed how language is tied to cultural nuances, so my curiosity is piqued.)

Right, so [crack knuckles and stretches] - this story goes in all different directions but OMG I'm so excited to tell it soooooo, sorry not sorry.

I'm big into color, like my favorite task at my part-time job in high school was organizing the thread towers or being let loose on the wall of broadcloth solids to make sure everything is in rainbow order. So needless to say I have a fair obsession with paint chips and the paint/color displays at home improvement stores. Which was a large foundational reason I chose this project.

My major in undergrad was Japanese and all language majors had to take a few basic linguistic courses, which was unfortunately, a class I did not enjoy because the International Phonetic Alphabet is so confusing to me and probably the TA teaching it didn't explain it well. (That said, etymology and language evolution FASCINATES ME. Ask me about words, any day, any time, any place.)

So we had our year end project and we had to conduct our own language experiment. None of this class (or any undergraduate class) has gone over how to read, conduct, or run research projects so we're all flying fairly blind in this and approaching it with the brain of an undergraduate but the scientific method of a sixth grader submitting something to the science fair.

One thing we . . . read? discussed? (I dunno how I stumbled across it in this class) that we touched on at some point was how researchers were starting to really look into how different language speakers categorized color. So I, of course, immediately decided something about THAT was going to be my final project. Because color! Because paint chips!

I wheedled someone with a car to drive me to the local Lowe's (or Home Depot or whatever), and just went CRAZY on collecting paint chips. And when I got back to my dorm, I randomly labeled them all with numbers. Then, I started reaching out to friends to ask around to ask for participation from people whose first language wasn't English. When I got about five or six people who weren't native English speakers and like three who were, I'd meet them and have them sort the colors into categories. No pressure on what they wanted to sort them into, but just to sort them, like colors with like colors.

After I’d note their grouping with the number on the back (i.e. group 1 had paint chips 2, 5, 19, 27, and so on) with the person’s native language and it’s language family. And then wrote it all up in a paper (mind you, see above about research not being taught so it was definitely an ESSAY over any attempt at a research paper).

And honestly, I mean, there were like ten people MAX I asked to do this, the results seemed to be very heavily skewed towards languages really having an effect on how one groups color or mentally categorizes it.

It's like the idea of orange, you know. Orange the color is supposedly named after the fruit, so until English speakers encountered the fruit, the color was categorized within the red or yellow family. But it could be that a language that developed in places where orange natively grew, orange might be it's own category within color.

There is a book called "Color Language and Color Categorization" edited by Geda Paulsen that I'd really like to read at some point.

But yeah, that's my long form answer!

#long post #my asks #rambling

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