#it got messy there was money issues.. etc etc
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Okay so what if I have 2 or 3 ex husbands for John Dory .....
#trolls#trolls 3#trolls band together#the ex husband that filed a death certificate is a rock troll. maybe they toured together cause jd wanted to play music again#it got messy there was money issues.. etc etc#maybe ill write some ideas about that at some point#i made lilith create a cowboy guy for jd too and i have some art for them that ill post soon
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Frat4Sale: Crave
Another story about a lazy roommate :) Commissioned by Habernath. Hope you enjoy! For more, check out this link:
Kristopher was only twenty one, a junior at college, and quite a looker in his own right. He had brown hair styled high, dark eyes, and a clean cut, boyish face with kissable, pouty lips. When he smiled, it was mischievous and playful, highlighting his best features, and making him even more irresistible.
He took great care of his body too. He often worked out, shaved frequently, and remained fit and trim, oftentimes going out shirtless in public just because he could. He had the girls at campus fawning all over him, and had plenty of notches on his bedpost to prove it.
And yet, despite his stunning looks, he was a total slob at home. He knew it. Everyone that knew him knew it. But he didn’t care.
He even had a roommate at one point, who could vouch firsthand for his poor personal habits: a young man named Melvin.
Melvin and Kris didn’t really get along. Melvin was rather uptight, and not only was Kris a slob, he was also an ass. Melvin would pick up after Kris whenever he left his clothes lying around, or whenever he left his dishes in the sink, or left food out everywhere, and any time Melvin tried to bring the issue up, Kris dismissed him or even mocked him. Sometimes, Kris would walk around shirtless while snacking, shamelessly dropping food or crumbs all over his hard, perfectly sculpted chest.
“Uh, you got food on you,” Melvin would say.
“Why don’t you lick it off then?” Kris would reply, laughing mischievously as he sauntered away, leaving more crumbs on the freshly vacuumed floor.
Living with someone so careless was certainly difficult for Melvin. But it was balanced by the fact that he found Kris overwhelmingly attractive. He, like the many girls Kris had fucked over the years, had no problem cleaning up after him if it meant he could ogle his perfect body just a little bit longer. Fortunately, Kris never caught on, and if he had, he would have made life even more miserable for the sophomore.
Kris moved out of the apartment the next year, but Melvin still missed getting glimpses at Kris’ perfect form, from his amazing chest, to his perfect rear, to his tasty, sexy feet. How could someone so sloppy be so incredibly hot? One of life’s mysteries, he supposed.
When a friend recommended the Frat4sale website to him, he was absolutely floored to discover his old roommate on it. He knew that Kris was part of some type of frat and was strangely defensive about it whenever he inquired. Now he knew the reason why.
He had heard several stories from others about the mysterious Aaron, the guy that ran the website and the frat, and it always seemed so implausible. A guy that could mind control others? It sounded ridiculous.
It didn’t stop him from pursuing a session, especially since Kristopher was available. There was no way he was letting that opportunity slide. Besides, he would know right away if it was fake or not given Kris’ reactions to it when meeting; the guy was as straight as a horizontal line.
He had saved up enough money since moving out to buy a session that lasted about a few days. He described the scenario to Aaron through a detailed email, a little something that had been born from his own private fantasies.
In his scenario, he wanted to be roommates with Kris again, to briefly relive their torturous time together, but under very different circumstances. Kris would appear at his apartment, and be back to his usual jerkwad self. He would take off his clothes, walk around shirtless, and be as messy and asinine as always, only this time there would be a penalty that came in the form of The Douchebag Jar.
The Douchebag Jar would require Kris to put money into it anytime he ‘broke’ any one of Melvin’s rules regarding tidiness. Anytime he left his clothes around? A dollar in the jar. Food on his chest? More money for the jar. Etc, etc.
However, each time, Kris would find himself inexplicably unable to pay. He would still have to pay the price for his infractions—and Melvin was going to make him pay with his body. If Kris was under control, as Aaron claimed, then his requests should pose no problem.
He was surprised when he got an email back from Aaron. Everything he had detailed could be easily arranged, all that needed was payment. Melvin sent the money, then waited for his day to arrive, feeling anxious and even doubtful. He wondered why he had blown so much money in the first place. He even made a Douchebag Jar just for fun out of a mason jar and a taped piece of paper, with the words boldly spelled out. He didn’t expect to use it. The whole thing was probably a hoax anyway.
On the appointed day, he heard his doorbell ring and rushed to answer it. He held his breath for a moment, half-expecting it to be anyone other than Kristopher, but when he opened the door, his mouth slipped open.
Kristopher was back. Melvin gawked at him for a few moments, scanning him up and down with disbelief, yet there he was, with the same surly look on his face, his muscles bulging through his thin cotton shirt.
“Move?” he said.
Melvin regained his senses and got out the way. Kristopher barged in, his gym bag slung over his shoulder.
“H-how are you, Kris? Nice to see you and—”
Kristopher ignored him and headed to his old room, as if he had lived there the whole time, then shut the door without a word. Just like the old days….
Melvin sat down on the couch to take a breath. He couldn’t get over it. Was Frat4sale real? His eyes wandered over to the Douchebag Jar on the coffee table and he felt a tinge of anticipation hit his cock.
Only one way to find out.
Kristopher came out a short while later and headed to the kitchen.
“What’s to eat?” he said.
Melvin stared at him. He had taken off his shirt, and was walking around in shorts and socks. Melvin’s eyes scanned his fine, muscular, hairless body, his cock rumbling between his legs. It was like they really were roommates again.
“Hello?” Kris said, opening the fridge. “You deaf or something?”
Melvin collected himself. “Oh, uh, I don’t know. Haven’t been to the store lately.”
Kris groaned loudly, and instead of being annoyed, as usual, Melvin felt giddy.
Kris slammed the fridge then headed to the pantry, and returned with a bag of chips that Melvin was saving for lunch the next day. He opened it without asking, then shoveled a handful into his mouth, crumbs falling all over his bare chest.
He headed to the living room then slumped into a sofa chair and continued to eat messily, chewing with his mouth open, as more and more crumbs tumbled onto his skin. Melvin stared at him from the couch, his heart thumping.
“What’s that?” Kris said, nodding his head towards the Douchebag Jar on the table.
“That’s uh, the Douchebag Jar.”
“The fuck is a Douche Jar?” Kris said, eating even more noisily.
“That’s Douchebag Jar, and it’s part of, uh, the new rules I’ve set up here.”
“Yeah? What kinda rules?” Kris burped, startling Melvin. He felt so nervous he could hardly articulate himself.
“Right. Uh, starting today, anytime you make a mess in the house, you need to put a dollar in the jar.”
They stared at each other silently for a moment. Melvin thought Kris was going to burst into laughter, or cuss at him for something so idiotic. Instead, Kris looked down at the mess he made on his bare chest, crumbs strewn about.
“Fuck.” He ate a single chip, spilling even more crumbs onto his flawless torso.
“Yeah….”
“Well I don’t got a dollar, bruh. So now what?” Kris stuffed his face again.
Melvin took a deep breath. It was now or never!
“You need to pay up, and since you don’t have any money, uh, I’ll need to...need to take something from you. From your body.”
“What, you gonna cut my finger off or something?” Kris laughed in his familiar, childish laugh.
“No, I mean, uh,” Melvin took a breath, then stood up, “oh fuck it, you need to pay up by doing anything I say, that’s what. And right now, since you have no money whatsoever, I demand that you let me eat those crumbs off your chest.”
Melvin felt his cheeks turn red. Did he really just blurt that all out? He immediately regretted it. It always felt so much better in his fantasies.
Kris gawped at him quietly. While Melvin couldn’t see it, the jock’s brain was already going off, Aaron’s conditioning running through it like engine oil, twisting and changing his natural reactions, subduing his natural jock instincts to laugh and bully.
Instead, Kris broke the tension with a sigh, then tossed the bag of chips onto the floor. “Fuck, man, I knew I shouldn’t have moved back in. These rules are gonna kill me. Alright, fine.”
Melvin’s eyes widened. “Fine? What do you mean, ‘fine’?”
“I mean, fine, you can eat these crumbs off my chest. Whatever. Stupid rule, but I got no money on me, so I guess it’s fair.”
Melvin almost fell back onto the couch. He could hardly speak or even think at that point. Did he just hear what he thought he heard?
“Well? What are you waiting for? Hurry up, bruh, I don’t got all day.” Kris grabbed a few more chips from the bag and chomped on them as awaited his fate.
He flexed his chest, inadvertently teasing Melvin with it. Melvin felt the temperature rise in his pants.
He gulped, then approached Kris, falling to his knees. He stared at his beautiful chest, covered in scattered, salty bits and pieces. He half expected Kris to punch him right in the face, but instead, he merely gazed at him with his usual irritable, impatient look. It was as if they were conducting a simple business transaction, that Kris wanted to get over with as fast as possible.
But it was more than that. It was a simple transaction that had given Melvin a full-on boner!
Melvin’s lips quivered as he stared at the fallen food on Kris’ chest. His cock throbbed heavily down below, turned on even more by Kris’ uncharacteristic permissiveness. He had always wanted to do this, and couldn’t believe he finally had his chance!
He noticed a rather large chip resting comfortably on Kris’ pec. His head leaned towards it, and, with his gaze locked with Kris’, he gingerly ate the chip right off the unaware jock’s chest, munching on it quietly.
He felt a rush throughout his whole body. The taste of barbecue and salt greeted his tastebuds, but the fact it had been removed from Kris’ body by his own mouth electrified him. He felt emboldened, his cock growing even more in his underwear. His head plunged forward, unable to contain himself, as he let his lips sink onto Kris’ entire pec, swallowing up the surrounding crumbs in the area. His lips slid along the surface, causing his eyelids to flutter as the delectable taste of Kris’ skin filled his senses.
“Fuck me,” Kris said in disgust. Yet, he didn’t move in his seat. His brain accepted the ‘punishment’ he was receiving, though ordinarily he would’ve tossed Melvin onto his backside by now.
Melvin, however, felt consumed with desire, his cock raging below. His lips smacked on Kris’ pec, sometimes taking a moment to chew the loose bits of food in his mouth. His tongue swirled around Kris’ nipple, causing it to get hard, while Kris grunted uncomfortably. He let his fingers squeeze the other pec, plumping up the muscle, while his tongue hounded the other one, the salty and sweet taste of the chips complementing the taste of Kris’ body.
He gently bit into Kris’ chest next, causing the jock to moan and swear at him, but he was so horny he didn’t care. He ate the chips right off his skin first, then chewed on the nipple hungrily, enjoying the strange, sweet and salty taste, erotic and delicious.
“Christ, dude, the fuck are you doing?”
“Gotta...pay the...price….bruh…”
He never used the word ‘bruh’, but it amused him to do so. Kris squirmed in his seat as Melvin continued to bite and lick his chest, crumbs disappearing one by one. He turned his attention to the other nipple and licked it to hardness, moaning with pleasure, enjoying the salty taste on his lips. He licked his lips, then gently bit into the muscled area, as if he were taking the first bite into some luscious peach, causing Kris to howl. Then he treated the nipple to the same service, swirling his tongue around it lasciviously, before gently nibbling on it as if it were a piece of jerky. Kris grit his teeth, but endured, while Melvin spoiled himself at his expense.
But he didn’t stop there. He couldn’t. His hunger caused him to lick the rest of his torso, moving down to his muscled abs, chasing any stray crumbs he could find. He gnawed on the ridges of Kris’ stomach, causing him to shriek again. Kris swore even more, but Melvin noticed he didn’t kick him off at all; he knew he could get away with anything he wanted to at that point. He licked the ridges of his abs, his cock leaking profusely in his jeans, then moved up to the chest again, licking a pathway up to the arms.
He had cleaned up most of the food by now off the torso, but his hunger wasn’t sated. He moved to Kris’ armpit.
“Oh come on. Why the armpit?” Kris said. Melvin explained that he was simply following through with the price that was owed him. Kris reluctantly gave in, his dark eyes shooting daggers at Melvin.
Melvin pinned his arm up against the couch, then licked the newly exposed armpit, basking in the sweaty, musky taste, even finding a few morsels that had fallen there, straight from Kris’ chest. He licked the area ravenously, to Kris’ disgust, a far different flavor than the one at his chest, but one that was just as tantalizing. The jock’s natural scent and deodorant aroma was a treat for him, one that he spent several moments indulging in, lick after lick. He then moved to the triceps. He licked Kris’ triceps while Kris scowled at him, taking great pleasure in feeling the smooth, yet bulging ridges of his underarm; his tongue moved up and licked the biceps as well, his lips smacking and plump, leaving red marks all across the jock’s skin.
“You done yet?” Kris said.
Melvin shook his head. He licked his way across Kris’ broad shoulders to the other arm, where he sucked and groped at his arm muscles, sating his hunger just a little bit more, then forced Kris to expose his pit. Once again, he went after Kris’ tender underarm area, collecting a whole new layer of musk and tastiness on his tongue, while Kris looked on with annoyance. Melvin felt like his cock was bursting. He spent several moments licking the area, building up even more lust, before allowing Kris to drop his arm.
“Now are you finished? You fucking weirdo.”
Melvin wiped his mouth, catching a few breaths. “No. The payment came up a little...short.”
Kris rolled his eyes. “What else you need?”
“Kiss me.”
Kris’ eyes widened in shock, but his brain wouldn’t let him deny Melvin’s request. His fingers curled into fists, and he shook his head in a threatening manner, but Aaron’s control was unassailable. They shared a tense moment before he finally agreed to it, cursing under his breath.
“Don’t be like that,” Melvin said, wiping the crumbs from his own face. “I’m just trying to keep this place nice and clean.”
“Whatever.”
Melvin laughed, then grabbed the back of Kris’ head, and plunged in. He moaned when their lips made contact, while his tongue invaded the mouth. He noticed Kris scowling, which amused him: he enjoyed delivering the taste of his own body back to the jock, as the taste of Kris’ body and barbecue flavored chips still lingered on the tip of his tongue. Kris looked uncomfortable throughout the entire encounter, while Melvin made out passionately with him, gasping for breath at times from how horny he was, his body writhing. He was so turned on from the kissing, and the thought of Kris tasting himself indirectly through his tongue, that he ended up cumming in his jeans. His body trembled as he released, yet his lips remained locked on Kris, forcing him to keep up with him.
Melvin finally got off, and Kris wiped his mouth with his arm. His chest was glossy with saliva, but, finally, spotless. He noticed the wet spot at Melvin’s crotch and was even more repulsed.
“Now we’re done,” Melvin said breathlessly. He grinned then left Kris alone in the living room, and returned to his own room. He was in disbelief at what he had just accomplished. He was so excited he even texted his friend about it, who was glad he was finally getting a bit of revenge on the messy jock.
The Douchebag Jar actually worked! And if he could get away with eating scraps from Kris’ body and making out with him, what else could he do to him during his stay? He had the next few days to entertain himself, and decided to take it slow.
The next time he saw Kris was later on in the evening, a few hours later.
He was shirtless again, but this time, his socked feet were on the coffee table while he watched a game. He sipped on a beer and didn’t even comment on Melvin’s presence. Melvin turned off the TV.
“The fuck?”
“Excuse me,” Melvin said, standing in front of the blackened display, “but I see another Douchebag Jar violation.”
Kris glared at him. “Are you fucking kidding me? Where?”
Melvin pointed to Kris’ socked feet on the table. Kris looked upset.
“I don’t got any money on me.”
“That’s okay. Stay right there, this won’t take long.”
“Man, are you gonna mess with me again?”
“You gotta pay the price, Kris. It’s what we agreed to.”
Kris swore again, but did as he was told and remained in his seat—allowing Melvin to kneel right in front of his socked soles.
He took a moment to savor the sight before him: two big socked size twelves sitting innocently on the table, teasing him with their sexy arches and toe length, the outlines looking utterly amazing. He caught a glimpse of Kris’ annoyed face between his feet, which made him chuckle. It served the messy fucker right!
He let his hands run along the jock’s socked feet, taking in their heft, his cock once again rising. The smell wafted into his nose, awakening his senses, putting him on edge. His mouth watered. He couldn’t wait to get those socks off!
He let his face run along the edges of Kris’ soles first, causing him to voice his disgust. He even felt his toes wiggle in his socks, and yet, Kris was still sitting there, putting up with his ‘punishment’, just as he was ordered.
Melvin pulled off a sock, and was floored. He knew what Kris’ feet looked like from their time together; he had fantasized about them often. But to be this close to them! He gazed up and down the wide, perfect sole, the incredible arch, the amazing toes. He pulled off the other sock, and was greeted with the foot’s partner, two perfect snacks just begging to be devoured by him. His cock was fully rigid and ready to go, despite the grumpy expression on Kris’ face.
He let his face run along the length of both feet again, warming himself up even more, not at all put off by Kris’ jeers and impatient tongue clicks. The jock’s feet were so warm and soft, so perfect, just like the rest of his body. There was a tangy, wonderful scent emanating from them, which drove Melvin even more wild.
He opened his mouth, and when his tongue made contact, his entire body shuddered.
“Fuckin’ nasty,” Kris said, folding his arms and looking away. Melvin didn’t care. The jock’s feet were a dream! His tongue licked up and down the soles, his cock throbbing heavily from the taste and texture. He took turns licking each sole, his neck craning up and down while his tongue lapped away furiously. Sometimes Kris would wiggle or spread his toes in revulsion, but it only heated Melvin’s loins even more. He couldn’t wait to get at those next!
He put Kris’ feet on top of each other, ignoring his protests the same way Kris ignored his own about cleaning up. Then, he allowed himself to take long, luxurious swipes right up both soles, causing them to tense, his own cock leaking profusely. He pressed his face against them and nuzzled his nose against the arches, taking in more of the scent, his mouth taking its turn from time to time to take in more of that authentic jock-boy taste.
He placed both feet side by side again, then brought the toes to his face. Kris flexed his toes back, which was the best he could do to avoid him, but Melvin held him down firmly anyways, feeling a slight rush of power at having so much control over the jock. He sighed happily as he let his nose run along the bottoms of all ten toes, breathing in their rich scent, enjoying the way they twitched and moved around.
“You gotta be kidding me,” Kristopher said. “This is some sick shit, bruh.”
“That’s funny, I used to say the same thing about your personal habits.”
Melvin let his tongue have a taste of Kris’ amazing toes, then moaned in satisfaction: Kris’ feet were delicious by themselves, but the toes had an even better flavor, and the jock’s reactions were a wonderful added bonus.
His tongue ran all over the toes, spreading them apart, allowing him to enjoy them even more. He opened his mouth and started sucking on them, fulfilling a fantasy he had harbored the entire time he used to live with Kris, his cock shooting out precum as soon as he tasted them.
He moaned breathlessly as he sucked toe after toe, spending a few moments with each one, his head bobbing up and down while his fingers pressed into the soles. Kris’ toes writhed inside his mouth, clenching futilely at times, yet he was powerless to Melvin’s assault. The jock could barely look anymore, and he hated the feeling of it. Yet, he felt ‘obligated’ by some strange compulsion regardless, though he couldn’t understand why.
Melvin had worked himself into a frenzy, and needed to get some release. Everything about Kris’ feet had fulfilled his deepest fantasies. He whipped out his cock (noting Kris’ even more extreme reactions), then daringly started rubbing them across his soles, squirting his precum all over it.
“Are you fucking serious? What the fuck?” Kris said.
“You only brought this on yourself, Kris. Time to collect the rest of your fine!”
He grabbed Kris’ feet and let his cock rub against the soles, moaning happily while his shaft quivered in his hand. He anointed the bottoms of his toes with precum, ensuring that it got between them, delighting in the way Kris spread them apart from shock, which only made delivering his precum easier.
At last, he grabbed the jock’s big feet and wedged his cock between them. Kris covered his face, while Melvin took his wet and slick, throbbing, veiny cock, and began moving in and out between the tight space between the jock’s soles. Kris constantly swore, yet he remained powerless, his face flinching. He knew what he had to do. The price had to be paid.
Melvin sighed and moaned breathlessly, working his cock up more and more, his balls ready to burst. He couldn’t believe he was actually fucking Kristopher’s feet, and every thrust felt incredibly satisfying, his cock thrilled by the sensations running through it. The fact that Kris hated it made it even more enjoyable, and the expression on his face was priceless. He thrust harder and harder, and shouted after one final, bigger thrust, cumming at last, and releasing copious amounts of his jizz all over Kris’ feet and legs. The jock groaned in disgust, and when Melvin was finished, he pulled away, leaving the jock’s feet a cum-covered mess. It was a mess that, for once, he was proud of.
He grabbed Kris’ socks.
“What are you doing with my socks? Hey, wait!”
Melvin started putting the socks back on Kris’ feet, slapping his hands away whenever he tried to stop him.
“This is the last thing, promise.” He covered them back up, and loved how they immediately began to dampen from the new layer of cum on Kris’ soles and toes.
“What the fuck, bruh?”
“I want you to wear these the rest of the night. Then you can consider your infraction paid for.”
“But I’m going out with the bros later tonight!”
“Well...make sure you take a shower when you get back.” He winked, then left, leaving Kris feeling even more agitated and confused.
Kris left for the rest of the night in a sour mood, but Melvin noticed he did his best not to make any more offenses. Melvin spent the rest of the evening relaxing, overjoyed with what he had accomplished on the first day alone, his cock taking a much needed break.
The next day, he woke up to find Kris wasn’t anywhere to be found. He prepared breakfast for himself, and was surprised to find Kris enter through the front door.
“Hey,” he said. Kris ignored him again. He looked like he had just worked out. He was in gym clothes, and they looked damp.
However, Melvin noticed he started undressing right in the hallway. He watched as he took off his socks and shoes, then the rest of his clothes, leaving them strewn all over the floor, a particularly nasty habit he used to indulge in back when they lived together.
But this time, there would be no futile pleading with him. Kris got down to his jockstrap, and headed to the bathroom to take a shower. Melvin stopped him by blocking him in the hall.
“Uh, move?” Kris said. Melvin took a moment to observe Kris’ gorgeous body, his beautiful ass sticking out behind him in all its bare glory, his strap bulging with meat.
“Look at the mess you’ve made. Clothes all over the floor? Oh yeah, you need to pay the Douchebag Jar, no exceptions.”
Kris was in disbelief. “Are you serious? Do I look like I got my fucking wallet on me?”
“Oh. That’s unfortunate. Guess that means you’ll have to pay another way. You can meet me on the couch.”
Melvin walked past him. Kris hit the wall with his fist, but felt compelled to do as Melvin said anyways. Melvin was already seated in the living room when he entered it, a big, excited grin on his face.
He couldn’t wait to dole out the next ‘punishment’, especially with Kris already dressed for the occasion. The jock stood in front of the TV, his jock strap meeting Melvin’s eye level, his arms folded.
“What now?” he said. “Fuck, I don’t even know why I’m doing this shit, this is so unlike me.”
Melvin smiled.
“I want you to come over here and turn around. I’m gonna spank you, maybe rim you a bit, finger fuck you, then fuck you for real. What do you say to that?”
Melvin loved the outrage on Kris’ face, but he knew the jock couldn’t deny him in any way whatsoever.
And he was right.
“Fine. Do it. Fuck this shit, man. I swear I’m moving out the first chance I get!”
Melvin motioned for him to approach him, then turned him around, allowing him a fuller glimpse of Kris’ amazing booty. His own cock was ready, once again, and his mouth was salivating.
“Bend over.”
Kris sucked in his lips, and felt the sudden urge to murder Melvin, but it was abated by Aaron’s brainwashing. He did as he was told, causing his ass to pop out even more towards his horny roommate.
Melvin let his hands rove around Kris’ buttocks, feeling that familiar, and totally welcome, rush of power. He found Kris’ ass was just as perfect as the rest of his body, rotund, juicy, and just begging to be fucked.
He slapped the jock’s cheeks, causing him to yell out.
He continued to spank him, taking turns with each buttcheek, loving the fresh bloom of color that appeared on it. He enjoyed the way each buttock jiggled, as well as the very satisfying thwap sound, and his spanking got more and more intense, the more he recalled just how much of an ass Kristopher had been to him in the past.
Kris swore louder and louder, and his ass turned bright red from the frequent smacking. Melvin’s cock was immediately turned on by it all, signaling it was time to take Kris’ ‘punishment’ to the next level.
He pulled the jock strap down, and when Kris tried to protest, he simply handwaved it away, claiming the necessity of payment, while Kris grumbled under his breath.
Melvin pulled the jockstrap down, spotting Kris’ cock hanging between his legs. He would get to that some other time, but for now, he wanted to throw himself to the joy that was Kris’ ass.
He spread the cheeks apart, and was met with a musky, moist crack, a little ripe from the workout, but undeniably sexy. He pushed his face forward and took in even more of the sight and scent, his cock shuddering uncontrollably from it, while Kris winced and sweated from nervousness.
Melvin’s tongue extended, and he moaned gleefully at the rich taste that filled his senses. Kris groaned and shuddered, yet maintained position, as Melvin began to lick up and down his crack, holding onto his cheeks, his fingers digging into the juicy fat. He loved having the jock in such a compromising position; it was not only incredibly hot, but also humiliating to Kris, which he found highly amusing. His tongue lapped up the area, his own body turned on even more by Kris’ shudders and groans.
He let his tongue swirl around the hole, the taste far more rich there, noting how it clenched from nervousness.
“Relax, Kris, you’re not in prison or anything. It’s just me.” Melvin smiled mischievously.
“I might as well be in prison, you fucking asshole! Fuck you, Melvin.”
Melvin laughed and continued to rim Kris voraciously. His lips turned to the buttocks themselves, and he wiped them with his tongue, covering the surface wholly. Kris winced and griped as Melvin’s tongue stung his newly sensitive, reddened buttocks, but Melvin didn’t stop regardless.
When he was finished with licking and worship, it was time to give his fingers a go. He let his fingers trail down Kris’ moist crack softly and gently, causing him to feel even more nervous. His fingers ran across his plump buttocks playfully, their delicate motions making Kris feel more and more threatened.
“You’re not going to put those in, you know...”
“What do you think, dumbass?” Melvin smiled at his own uncharacteristic reply. He hardly ever cursed at anyone like that! But he couldn’t help himself. It was so much fun having Kris at his mercy!
Kris screamed when he felt Melvin’s finger poke at his hole.
“I haven’t even got inside yet,” Melvin said.
Kris whimpered, begging Melvin to not go through with it, even promising to clean up after himself later, which surprised Melvin. He had never known Kris to be such a wuss, but he enjoyed it nonetheless.
He finally jabbed his finger inside. Kris let out a high pitched shriek.
“Now I’m inside you.” Melvin laughed as his finger dug deeper into Kris’ throbbing hole. Kris wanted to escape, to attack, but Aaron’s conditioning made sure he stayed put, to take his punishment right in the ass, quite literally in this case.
Melvin let his single finger burrow into the jock’s hole, further and further, taking as much liberty as he could, and when he had stretched him enough, he forced a second finger inside. Kris howled, while Melvin laughed, his cock throbbing even more, every finger and push inside the jock feeding his cock’s hunger bit by bit.
He fucked and stretched his hole like cotton candy being spun, and even managed to get a third finger inside, right up to the knuckle. He kept it there, enjoying the feel of Kris’ insides, yet another intimate body part he never thought he’d be acquainted with. Kris was teary eyed, and cursing by the second, yet his cock was strangely getting hard from the forced stimulation. Melvin allowed his fingers to push back and forth gently, spreading the jock’s entry point wider, while simultaneously also causing Kris’ cock to tent. The sight of it disappeared from view, and that’s when Melvin knew Kris was hard.
“Wow, you’re hard? Maybe you’re gay too.”
“Shut up!” Kris said, whimpering. He felt tense from the agony of having fingers up his ass, as well as the humiliation at being hard from it.
Melvin was ready. He pulled his fingers out, giving Kris some temporary relief, then stood up and got his own cock out. His cock throbbed heavily in his hand, and he gave himself a few strokes as he readied to put it inside Kris’ newly minted hole.
He let his cockhead swirl around Kris’ hole first, drops of precum wetting it even more.
“You fucking asshole….I can’t believe I’m letting you do this!”
Melvin laughed, while Kris continued to swear at him, but he stopped Kris’ protests by sticking his cockhead inside his hole, causing him to moan instead. Melvin spent several moments enjoying the feel of having made it inside, an accomplishment he took a somewhat twisted sense of pride in.
He sighed dreamily, preparing himself for something he always wanted to do: to fuck Kris in his ass.
He once again recalled the many times he wanted to do so in the past: all those times of agitation, frustration, all the times Kris laughed in his face. And then, with one fell swoop, he thrust as hard as he could inside the jock, violently, mercilessly.
Kris shouted and almost keeled over from the impact, but his cock reacted with joy. They both moaned as Melvin held the position, his cock throbbing against Kris’ warm insides, wanting more and more.
He delivered several smaller thrusts, gasping with pleasure and disbelief, both of their cocks throbbing intensely. He pulled away, leaving only the head in, then rammed Kris once again, all at once, causing both of them to moan even louder.
From there, it was a mix of smaller and medium sized thrusts. Both of them were writhing and moaning breathlessly, sweating profusely, while Melvin pistoned in and out, taking his roommate for a ride. His thrusts got shorter and faster. Melvin grit his teeth, and his balls swelled, as he finally came inside the jock, unable to withhold himself any longer. Kris shouted a short while after, cumming himself.
Melvin pulled out, and was happy to see his cum bubble out of Kris’ hole, a work of art. Sure, the living room was messier with all the cum all over it, but he didn’t care; he’d clean it up himself even! He was just grateful for the experience overall.
Kris, on the other hand, could barely walk, and hobbled away, naked and wet.
“Hope you enjoy your shower,” Melvin said with a cheeky grin.
Kris was far too upset to even say anything back, and wandered off, his lips pursed. He hated the feeling of the jizz sliding down his thighs, and his insides felt like they were burning. On the other hand, it had all felt earth shatteringly good, enough for him to cum twice from it, a fact he didn’t dare share with his roommate.
Melvin cleaned up, then retired to his room for the rest of the day, far too spent to play anymore. He only had one day left with Kris, but for now he needed a break!
The next day, Kris made no mention at all of his ‘punishments’, and the Douchebag Jar even made a couple of actual dollars throughout the day. It seemed Kris was being mindful of his own behavior. Melvin spent the entire day in, and noticed his roommate carefully avoiding some of his usual shenanigans, which amused him.
Kris grabbed a beer, and, while heading back to his room, opened it. It foamed and spilled onto the floor.
“You just spilled beer all over the place, Kris.”
“Fuck.” Kris searched his pockets. He patted them down, becoming more and more upset. “Oh come on, I know I had a dollar in here somewhere!”
“Sorry, but...you know what that means.” Melvin got up from the couch, ready to collect.
“No way, bro. I know I have some money on me. Just give me a second and I’ll get my wallet, and….”
Melvin shook his head. “Sorry, but the rules are the rules. Time to pay up.”
Kris shut his eyes in frustration, then angrily placed his beer on a nearby table. “How do I pay it off this time? Man, fuck this Douchebag Jar crap!”
“We’ll just keep it simple. A blowjob will do.”
“A what?!”
“You heard me.”
Kris stood there angrily, his mind stewing with all sorts of things he’d like to do Melvin, and none of them involved pleasure. However, he had no choice but to cave in to his fussy roommate’s demands.
“I’ve never blown a guy before.”
“First time for everything.” A grin spread across Melvin’s face as Kris fell to his knees, right on top of the small mess he had made on the carpet.
Melvin hastily brought his cock out, then ordered Kris to lick it to hardness. Kris winced, but did as he was told, gingerly moving his head back and forth as he brought Melvin’s cock to life. Melvin loved his reactions. He looked like some kid that was being forced to eat his vegetables, and couldn’t wait to stuff even more down his ungrateful throat.
It didn’t take long for him to get hard. Getting sucked off by a straight boy, especially one as hot as Kris, was incredibly entertaining, and felt overwhelmingly wonderful. When his cock was rock hard, he told Kris to lick his shaft. Kris scoffed, but Melvin didn’t relent, forcing him to do it anyway. He began craning his neck, doing his best to service Melvin’s cock and struggling, amusing Melvin as well as turning him on further.
He stopped Kris’ clumsy dick licking, then let his cockhead rub against Kris’ lips. Kris groaned and his face soured, but he stayed in position despite himself, even as Melvin’s precum made his lips glossy.
“Open up,” Melvin said.
Kris tried with all his might to resist, but he just couldn’t do it. He let out a frustrated cry, then his jaw opened, and then, Melvin was inside his face. Melvin’s eyelids fluttered as he sank inside his messy roommate, his hands running through Kris’ fauxhawk.
He loved the sight of Kris’ displeased expression, his cheeks bulging with his cock. He loved the feel of his tongue on his rod, which slowly pistoned in and out, much gentler than the forceful ass fucking he had delivered the day before.
He enjoyed the slow, steady rhythm, slowly edging deeper and deeper, further and further down Kris’ mouth….and then started to pick up the pace. Kris gagged, even looking up in shock, but Melvin only tightened his hold. Once again, he felt a rush of power and was more than happy to punish Kris for his past behavior, driving his dick further down his mouth until he was fucking his throat. Kris gagging became more pronounced, his eyes watered, and his nose started to run, while Melvin clutched his hair tightly, pulling it from his scalp.
He started skullfucking Kris, forcing his head to move rapidly against his pelvis, his nose hitting his skin. Melvin moaned and gasped, the whites of his eyes showing as he surrendered to the immense pleasure, the joy of finally giving Kris what he truly deserved. He came, filling Kris’ throat with his jizz, causing him to gag and even cry.
He pulled out, and his jizz fell onto the carpet, mixing with the beer stains on the carpet and making an even bigger mess. Kris collected himself, coughing and retching, holding his throat, his face red and his chin dripping with cum.
“Don’t forget to clean that all up,” Melvin said, leaving to the restroom to freshen up after his hearty blowjob.
The day continued without a hitch. Kris even cleaned up after himself, including the mess from their blowjob earlier. Now that Melvin was rested again, he was ready for more. He knew he only had a couple hours left with Kris. While he was more than satisfied with his session so far, he was hoping to at least catch him in the wrong one more time before he took off good.
He got his chance. Kris was getting ready for a shower for a date later that night. Melvin knew that, once he left, he would never see him again (unless he paid for it, of course). Kristopher was on the phone, talking to his latest female conquest, and was getting ready for a shower—but was in nothing but his underwear.
When he came to the living room to grab a snack, Melvin cleared his throat.
Kris looked at him with an annoyed expression, and covered the speaker on his phone. “What?” he said in a hushed voice.
Melvin pointed his gaze towards Kris’ underwear.
“So what?” Kris said in whispers. “I’m not making a mess, am I?”
“Walking around in your underwear is still a violation.”
Kris got louder. “I thought walking in a jockstrap was a violation, when the hell did underwear become a bad thing?”
Melvin wouldn’t hear it. “Sorry, but this is an infraction, and you need to pay up.”
Kris’ face was shocked. “I don’t have any money on me, I’m on the phone! Have a fucking care, would you?”
Melvin smiled to himself. How many times had he made that exact same plea in the past?
But this time was different. He wouldn’t budge.
Kris shook his head angrily. “Sorry,” he said to the girl on the phone, “I’ll have to call you back.”
“No, wait!” Melvin said. “Stay on the line. This will be part of your payment.”
Kris was puzzled. Melvin explained he wanted to give Kris a blowjob this time—while he remained on the phone.
“Are you fucking crazy?” Kris whispered.
“No. Just horny,” Melvin said bluntly. “Plus, I find this amusing. Stay on the line. This won’t take long.”
Kris was speechless as Melvin got to his knees. He encouraged him to keep talking, even as he pulled his waistband down, revealing his big floppy cock.
Finally! He had been so busy with the rest of Kristopher’s beautiful body the last couple days he never had a chance to acquaint himself with his cock, one-on-one. Now it was time.
“Yeah,” Kris said nervously on the phone, “I’m uh...I’m still here, baby.”
Melvin began stroking Kris’ cock as he talked to his latest date. It grew stiff by the second, throbbing with every pull on it, every squeeze heating it up. Kris leaned back on the wall as Melvin stroked him to a fat erection.
“Yeah babe...we can go out to the beach l-later and...ohhh gawd….what? N-nothing it’s...mmmm….w-what are you talking about...I’m fine!”
Kris sucked his lips in, as Melvin began licking his cock, taking his time to indulge in the taste. It was everything he ever dreamed about when it came to Kris’ cock, musky, manly, hard as steel. Kris’ knees wobbled as Melvin serviced him, the veins throbbing rapidly in his shaft.
He hissed. “No, you’re the only one I’m talking to right now, babe, I swear! It’s just….oh gawd….ohhhhh…fuck...”
Melvin took Kris inside his mouth and began sucking him hungrily. He gazed up at the jock as he whimpered helplessly, and could hear the girl on the phone growing more confused...and angry.
He smiled as he sucked on Kris’ cock further, causing him to grow more restless as his head bobbed back and forth, the jock even moaning at times.
“N-no, I’m not...not fucking another girl right now at all! You crazy? You sound like my stupid roommate M-mel...oh fuck...mmmmmm….Melvin...ahh!”
Melvin almost laughed, his cheeks bulging with Kris’ cock. He tasted his precum, and increased his sucking, doing his best to draw more and more out of the captured jock. His sucking became heavier and more rapid, rendering Kris incoherent. Kris’ eyes rolled up and he dropped his phone, as he moaned louder and louder, while Melvin sucked him like a leech. Finally, the jock exploded, his cries spreading across the living room. A smile managed to spread across his face, but was immediately dispelled when he realized his call had ended.
“Aw shit,” he said. He pulled out his cock from Melvin’s mouth, grabbed his phone, then returned to his room, making several attempts to reach his date again.
“You fucking asshole, Melvin!” He yelled, right before he slammed the door.
Melvin wiped his mouth, the taste of cum still fresh inside it. As far as he was concerned, the session was officially over.
Kris finally ended up leaving later in the evening, taking his gym bag of stuff with him, and Melvin watched him drive away through the window. He returned to the living room, and picked up the Douchebag Jar. It seemed he had made five bucks in total over the last three days, which meant Kris had cleaned up after himself exactly that amount of times. It was five times more than he ever did in the past. He took the money out, and put the jar away, and couldn’t wait to use it once again. He was sure it wasn’t the last time he’d run into his douche of a roommate, and he’d have his jar ready for him.
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People getting mad over BOC not having much on their line up forget that they are still a baby company. They are not even 2 years old yet. They put everything they had into making Kinnporche, they had to start all over again when Filmania went under and look at the quality they gave us.
Three original work from them is already enough, we have Biblebuild series solemnly written for them, MileApo movie and the Jeffbarcode collaboration with the Korean company. Stop comparing then to gmmtv or other BLs company out there.
According to pond, they are building an entire village from scratch to shoot the MA movie, not to talk of the amount of money for costumes, writers, cinematography etc. they are hoping that MA movies can contend with international LGBT movies, they are going big.
Also it’s not possible to make a series for each of the ships in BoC, but I know they will pair most of the boys as a second Cp in the 3 projects they have. Let’s be patient. I know a lot of people want kp season 2, but there are underlying issues with the copyright of the book that we don’t know about and shooting Kinnporche doesn’t come cheap.
Biblebuild series is an original as well, they have to pay the writer to write a story from scratch for them, that doesn’t come cheap as well. Jeffbarcode were lucky to be casted by a Korean company, soo both BOC and the other company will share the production cost.
Also, BOC is just those 16 boys and Pond, no big boss or big management behind them. It’s just them and those few female staffs they have. Let them work at their own pace 🙏🏻.
I know they can do better in terms of some things, let’s remember Kinnporche was their first project ever and Kp blew out of proportion, it blew international and locally and they were not prepared for the huge success it got. They are just starting to put some things in place.
Like someone said, BOC is messy but they will eventually get it right as they grow as a company. Also word on the street is that, pond is just 35 years old, he is the same age as me but he is doing soo much more than I am. Look at all the big brands those boys are collaborating with, he is only a year in the bl industry and he is already sitting at the same table with Dior, LV, hbo, Disney, etc. let’s give him time, he might seems like a weird guy to some people but he has his ways of doing things.
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Moon in the Houses
1H
Emotions manifest in the face and body. You have the capacity to weaponize your emotional expression in uncertain situations. The face changes with how one feels and whether one's cyclic bodily processes are functioning normally, i.e. if you got enough sleep, if youre having hormonal issues. Emotional comfort is determined by how you look.
2H
Emotional comfort is determined by your finances and resources. If your space is messy or if you dont have enough, you feel unsettled. A knack for attracting money and luxury. The ability to use people's emotions and subconscious drives / desires to sell things and get money. Emotional eating. Emotional wellbeing determines relationship to sustenance (physical, emotional, financial)
3H
A good placement for writers. Clear command of words in an intuitive and fluid way. Very good memory. Important to be able to converse with others to feel secure and at peace. An indicator of nurturing siblings if the moon isnt afflicted. The mother might have been a writer or works in communications.
4H
Emotional wellbeing is determined by the home, one's inheritance, resources, and whether cyclic bodily processes are functioning normally. Deep attachment to the mother and home with a need to be warm to others and to be equally loved in a tender and gentle manner. Beware of hormonal issues if afflicted by Uranus or Mars.
5H
Emotional wellbeing is reached through self-expression and exploration. Hobbies and all matters of the heart are essential for fostering a sense of peace. You feel at home wherever you can have creative or entreprenuerial outlets for self-expression. Might have an artistic mother who helped you find joy in crafts, art, music, etc. Also a very romantic placement where love comes to you and is very tender and nurturing.
6H
Your habits, routines, and the process of weighing your food, health, actions determine your happiness. Picky eaters with a tendency to intellectualize their emotions. This causes gastrointestinal issues when emotionally disturbed. Beware of anxiety and always use the home as a place for maintaining healthy habits for maximum wellbeing.
7H
Attracts tender, generous and nurturing lovers. Relationships run deep and come with codependence early in life. Lovers are generally kind-hearted and warm people and might look to you to nurture them and take care of them. Beware of manipulation or having your emotions weaponized against you in court or legal proceedings.
8H
Trauma induced by mother or female relatives. Shame manifests in a rich sexual appetite to sublimate tough emotions. Sex as an emotional regulator. Massive sex appeal. Intuitive. Self-induced emotional pain. Healing presence. Therapists. The mother might suffer from her bladder, reproductive organs or with conception.
9H
The need for geographical, intellectual, religious or philosophical exploration drives emotional wellbeing. Coping through travel or through an altered state of consciousness by reading or exploring expansive topics shedding light on our humanity, history and essence. Your in-laws are kind people who treat you like you are family.
10H
The mother had a large impact on your career choices. Your drive to succeed is deep-rooted and instills a sense of grounding and peace. Care work. Social presence changes with one's mood. Beware of knees and joint pain as well as emotional rigidity when it comes to approaching your career. Generally beautiful with capacities to manipulate the masses. Good for politicians and public figures. Good for writing, marketing, and advertising.
11H
Friends, communities, and groups advocating for common causes can help stabilize the emotions. Intuitive. Intelligent. Emotionally reactive. Disturbed sleep cycle, disturbed hormones. Abrupt reversal of issues from bad to good. A desire to salvage humanity can result in isolation when efforts arent focused. Mother is an interesting character. Emotionally erratic, ranging from being detached to exploding suddenly.
12H
The mother impacts your subconscious processes more than you think. Mother might be ill or absent from your life. You have a rich inner world with the ability to beautifully express your emotions. Moody. Emotions emerge from the void. Beware of overeating or indulging in sweets as a way to self-sabotage. Sleep is either disturbed or the only source of emotional processing and comfort. Prophetic dreams. Good for artists.
#moon#scorpio#astrology#capricorn#aries#taurus#gemini#cancer#leo#virgo#libra#sagittarius#aquarius#pisces#aspects#moon in the houses#moon in the 4H
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Pantalone Appearance Headcanons
Or, they’re sort of appearance headcanons? Combination appearnce and self care headcanons. Think of this as a sort of part two of my health headcanons, it’s just an extension of how his childhood/health have affected his day to day life. Brief mention of lice and mentioned/implied self esteem issues.
Pantalone’s body is on the softer side. It just clings onto fat and refuses to let it go. No, he’s not fat or chubby by any means, he’s actually rather svelte, it’s just that he doesn’t have a lot of muscle definition because childhood starvation ate away at his muscle mass and threw his metabolism out of whack.
His skin appears porcelain pure when he’s in public, in both colouration and even texture, but if you get close to him or catch him in private, you’ll see it’s just makeup. He has some imperfections in his skin, from getting kicked around all his life, childhood and even adulthood acne, and a bit of aging. His skin is also a little more sickly in complexion on some days, and he’s got rather prominent eye bags. Some days they’re lighter, other days it looks like he’s been hit in the face, so he usually covers up with makeup.
Which as an aside, I think he would enjoy makeup regardless, but most of the time it’s a coverup rather than anything actually fun.
Has a very thorough morning and evening self care routine, has a wide variety of lotions, ointments, oils, face scrubs, body scrubs, face masks, soaps, cleansers, it is insane. (Eat your heart out, Lush.)
Because he was very poor, he was unable to adequately take care of his teeth among other things. One of the first things he did once he started making money was get dental work done. I have such a strong mental image in my head of younger Pantalone on opening day for the Northland Bank with braces on.
Since then, he’s gone through several retainers and currently has a metal wire fitted behind his teeth (Thank you Machiko for your contribution). He also takes dental hygiene very seriously with brushing, flossing, mouth wash, etc..
Because of all this dental business, the ever smiling banker is actually very careful about how he smiles. He rarely ever smiles with his teeth due to his experiences with braces. They made him look younger than he really was, almost juvenile, and as such it made it difficult to be taken seriously because why would anyone listen to some crazy kid ranting about economics?
The only time you will see him smile with his teeth is if he is with someone he trusts, or someone has told a really, really funny joke.
He cares so much about his hair. He has all manner of shampoos, conditioners, oils, brushes, combs, accessories, and has put so much thought into how he chooses to style his luscious locks.
During his time in poverty, it was not uncommon for him to go for extended periods of time without washing or brushing his hair, which resulted in it being a tangled, matted mess when it was long. Even if he did have a brush on hand, it was just easier, faster, and less painful to cut it all off than try and untangle it.
Having long hair, to Pantalone, is a source of pride and comfort to him, as he can not only keep it from getting that bad again, but if he ever gets it cut, it’s because he wants to get it cut. Not because it’s too messy to fix, or too dirty, or full of lice, but because he is actively choosing of his own free will to have shorter hair.
He’s also been dyeing it black. He actually has more grey in his hair than he wishes to admit or show, so he regularly dyes it black save for one lock of grey hair. He thinks it makes him look distinguished and handsome. It does.
This whole thought process came to me because I was wondering if Pantalone would have had any sort of cosmetic surgery, and I think no. Not unless there just happened to be a cosmetic side effect. He’s naturally a very pretty man once you get him cleaned up and cared for, and he doesn’t want to be slowed down by recovery periods if they’re not even necessary.
(That doesn’t include gender affirming operations if you subscribe to the trans Pantalone agenda, which I do on occasion because as a transmasc enby he gives me the worst genderlust imaginable. Gender affirming surgeries are so much more than merely cosmetic, they’re life changing and even life saving.)
Pantalone carries himself with an abundance of confidence and pride in his appearance. He knows he is handsome, he takes great care to maintain his image, and he knows when and how to use it.
Still, when you spend so long trying to get to where you are, especially in regards to your appearance, there are things you cannot shake off so easily. Things people probably won’t even notice or care about if they do, but if you can see it, then so can everyone else. That’s why Pantalone goes to such lengths to appear the way he does, because people eat with their eyes first, and if they don’t like what they see, then they won’t bother.
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Up for a discussion question? If we’d gotten a full season three as intended, what would you have expected/liked to see from Beth and Rio?
Hey sweetie, I'm always up for a discussion question danke 🙇🏼♀️🥰❤️
I stand by what I said once re what i'd've liked to see from s3, particularly: the full s3 😭😭, whatever their vision for that was, so I could judge it on its own merits!! It remains a very romantic concept to me, bc while I certainly have my issues with other plots in s3 (terrible therapist, donor family, here's a hitman let's give him all our money woo, dean's salesman shenanigans & boring affair with gale etc) the angsty messy sexy brio scenes were soooo delicious 🥺🖤 and then while I understand s4 had a lot to reset from/deal with, s4 (b)rio frequently doesn't make all that much sense to me 🤷🏼♀️
but also! i finally started posting a fic which is kinda about that? (rio pov, post s3, eventually very long etc). so im gonna say a lil more (thus warning: minor fic spoilers) behind the cut...
....but this thing keeps moving where i put the readmore?!
how do u make a website this bad. um anyhow
pay-off to the boring dean/gale stuff!! helllooooo beth and dean both sleeping with their bosses?! hilarity goldmine no?!
MORE RHEA. like you can't just introduce a character beth's having a quasi-romance with & rio's presumably had an actual one with, who's seen them both at their softest and uncovered worstnesses, and is surely best placed to comment on say their similarities and then do nothing with it???
beth and rio yelling at each other. surely this was coming??
not ending on that next time empty the clip line (which i don't like) / wrapping up the hitman plot
given the (sudden!) arrival of nick in s4 and depressing rio backstory, i'd've loved some suggestion that rio was like consciously paralleling nick & beth's betrayals of him & considering them as similar and/or that his mentoring of beth had something to do with even the vaguest of plans to extricate himself from nick (plus Revenge) etc
like. acknowledgment and processing of trauma???
weird angsty sex
more brio bar scenes, more brio drinking, more brio laughing (at each other)
if not the furniture return, then at least it being more a topic of conversation...like how wasnt it? beth pitching ideas for earning the return (at least of her kids' stuff??) or rio holding it over her head or at least him going on abt how much he's enjoying her lamps or something!
death divorce. the show held this over our head for far too long. i also like this being decoupled from the brio stuff as much as plausible. beth needs to divorce dean not bc she's interested in rio but bc dean is the worst.
plenty of boland bubbles, that spot lasted abt 0.4 seconds after we sat through all that dean nonsense... we should have at least got rio testing out an empty hot tub cos he doesnt know theyre supposed to have water in or something.
inordinate amounts of brio bickering
ending of hitman/plot consciously paralleling s1 and 2 finales, even if it wasn't literally beth + rio + some man + a gun (ideally with some rationale as to how rio finds said hitman, whether or not that was a reveal of his magical powers)
Incentive Convo Callbacks (also rio vs sushi like a million more times, pls)
scars.
#ty for asking! <3 <3 <3 <3#nbc good girls#tv#fanfiction#i 4got i have to go find a compooter to edit a half saved draft ask answer...tumblo y r u like this waaah
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Okay, coparent question I've been wondering about for ages. When Sam seeks Dream out a year after Dream and Briar escape, how does he convince Dream to resume their relationship? What's his argument? Dream's reasons for being amenable to the idea make total sense (trauma-bonding, reclaiming agency, a sense of safety in the familiar, etc - securing affection from his abuser could feel like a victory) but I can't imagine how SAM approaches the issue. What's his elevator pitch?
He’s, well. Uh. He’s got a way with words, doesn’t he. @cgogs
1) Here’s the sequence of events, here is the note Dream left him on: Sam admitted that he loved him. Dream killed him. Dream brought him back. Dream told him never to come back, but talk about mixed messages. Sam has given Dream a devastating admission and owes Dream a devastating debt. How is he supposed to reconcile this? How is he supposed to shore up the remains of his identity in the wake of Dream saving him and in the wake of Sam admitting (at the end of all things, he thought) that he needed Dream?
2) He doesn’t reconcile it well. Sam doesn’t spend a year hunting for Dream (not that Dream is hiding): he spends that year trying very hard not to hunt for Dream. He doesn’t know what to do with himself. He leaves his home (what’s the point of a prison without its prisoner?). He tries to stay away. He fails.
3) He badly, badly misses Briar. Let’s also not forget that Sam’s coping with Briar assisting in his death. Sam loves him, and that’s never been hard to admit. He wants to see his kid.
4) He camps out near Dream’s house for a couple of weeks. He doesn’t come planning to kidnap Dream, or even speak to him, necessarily: just, see him. See how he’s doing (without Sam). See how Briar is doing. Make sure Dream isn’t up to old tricks. Make sure they’re okay without him.
5) When he does approach Dream, it’s without the shadow of a plan. There’s no filter. He’s caught keenly between the you look so beautiful-type beat, and the you should give yourself up-type beat. It mostly comes out as pathetic. 12/10 pitch A+ no notes
And then a bit later:
6) Mostly it begins as insistences to see Briar. Dream refuses (Dream has not told Briar that Sam is alive). They keep going on pseudo dates: excuses for Dream to try to claw at some psychological power, excuses for Sam to be near him without admitting to precisely what he wants or what he needs. Obviously this turns into clandestine sex, which turns into high comedy as Dream shoves Sam into his closet etc when Briar gets home, and so forth. Other fun date activities include a whole argument about who owes who how much money, given the quantity that Dream stole when he left vs. the years of forced labor. Ledgers are used. It’s a fun time. It’s like divorce proceedings except somehow the opposite of that.
7) There’s something of a tipping point when Sam, alone in Dream’s room, discovers that Dream has kept his collar. This sublimates into a notion that Dream accepts and misses how their relationship used to be as much as Sam does. Sam thinks over what he’s seen of Dream’s new life in his last couple weeks of spying: Dream is paranoid, depressed, barely leaving the house. Briar’s doing much of the upkeep work. Maybe the two of them need him. Clearly Dream wants him.
8) Sam confronts him about this. He’s willing to make compromises! Things don’t need to be exactly as they were before. It’s a messy night. Wine is drunk. Totally normal and not at all weird sex is had.
9) And this coalesces into a compromise: into finally, at the end of this whirlwind week, Dream inviting Sam over intending to tell him to leave forever, and instead the two of them drafting a contract for their new relationship.
10) Briar’s birthday is soon. He won’t be happy.
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So, I'm a relatively new FCB fan and I've been doing some research about why the club had a downfall. What I understood was that everything went to shit since Neymar left. Plus he didn't even have any legit reason to leave apart from more money being offered by PSG. People say he left because he was in "Messi's shadow" but that's not true. All I saw was love and appreciation for him by the fans and his fellow players. Especially Messi. He treated him with so much love and respect. Even now, after going through so much shit at PSG, Neymar doesn't seem to want to leave that club. In my opinion, he is one reason why Barcelona went downhill. The club spent so much money on his replacements which all ended in failure. I think if he hadn't left at that time, Barcelona would be in a relatively better place right now. Maybe I'm wrong but that's what I interpreted. Please correct me if I'm getting it wrong or if I missed some important thing amidst all of this. I have nothing against Neymar, he's a wonderful player, but I can't help but put a little blame on him.
Hii ! I love ranting about this stuff, so warning: long ass ramble, I'm putting it beneath.
I think it's fairly common for people to assume Neymar's departure in 2017 was the thing that started FCB "downfall" (which is a pretty dramatic term in of itself), because it's such a public move that made everyone talk. It's a transfer whose consequences on the market value of players and the way we appreciate those is still underappreciated; genuinely, that Neymar saga is mad, it changed everything (to me, for the worse). But the decline of FCB, the institution, began way earlier than 2017. 2017 is kind of, the first most visible consequence of every prior stuff.
Everything was a mess by 2006/2008, for the team & institutionally wise. It got better from 2008 - 2012, under Pep Guardiola (coach) & Laporta/Rosell (presidents, although both not v good men) & which is now commonly referred to as the "golden age" of FCB's recent History. Then, from 2012 on, everything kind of started to decline. It's not very visible since we won the treble in 2014-2015 (KING SHIT VISCA BARÇA VISCA CATALUNYA etc. etc.) , but already behind the scenes it was rocky as hell. Political stuff, power struggles within the board, etc. Even that 2014-2015 "golden" season was a mess, what with the breach of the Transfer Regulations (we couldn't sign players until 2016), firing of our sporting director, firing of medical/staff members, lies about state of finances, restriction of said finances, Messi/Enrique/Chelsea conflict, etc. That 2014-2015 team winning the Treble effectively masked to posterity & the general public how fucked up the club's politics were at that time. But on the long run, that bad gestion did end up affecting that team that arguably should've gone on to win way more in 2016 - 2017, what with the bunch of talents we had in hands.
Then there was the Neymar stuff in 2017, Iniesta leaving in 2018. Of course, by then the mess that was the cub began to reflect on our style of play; by 2017/2018 already we weren't playing as good as we had. There were moments of brilliance of course, games to remember, iconic ones, but still. It was already falling, there were ovious issues, weaknesses, boring times, some alarming performances. I think that 2018-2019 UCL campaign symbolizes everything that had changed since that 2015 UCL ; we didn't have a team, we had one guy, surrounded by too unstable performances from players around. As football proves times and times again, you can have the current best player in the world, if he's alone, you'll never win shit. You'll win games, not competitions. That's the beauty of the sport, you need a team, or you'll go nowhere. Ultimately that "downfall" confirmed itself by more harsh and evident results, with the 2019-2022 period being rock bottom. Jesus Christ that period.
As for that Neymar stuff: it's so real complicated. And not as black/white as it appears. As a FCB supporter, when he left, I despised his guts for a bunch of years, genuinely. Many still do, just look at the comments under the rumors of his comeback; large portion of culers don't want him there, because we really saw it as a treason. A guy who left for money and some more fame. I guess you can say the fact that most culers still haven't swallowed that pill six years later is a testament to how much we loved him.
First, let me state that it's fucking tragic, for him as for the club. He left at his prime and, arguably, wasted it at PSG (tell anyone from 2015 that Neymar Jr doesn't have a single Ballon d'Or to his name and they'll rightfully laugh at your face) ; while Barca drowned as well, failing to find a proper replacement (FCB players were upset with the board at that failure), as you said. Had he stayed, as Pep said, and had the club managed itself better (but that in itself prompts the argument of: could they really? After all the decline started in 2014?) we could've won at least one, if not two UCLs. Honestly, now that we can take a few steps back and reflect, it seems none of the parties (except PSG, who propelled itself forward on the European scene) benefited from that move. But in truth, there can be a million reasons he left. We don't know if it was a personnal initiative or one of his family. We don't know how the Remontada and the aftermath really affected this decision. We don't know if he's the one that wanted to step out of « Messi's shadow » or if his father/agent pushed him to. We don't know if it's because Barcelona rendered public some elements of his contract, effectively breaking the trust his side had towards the club. This mess is a mix of money, ego, power, ambition, personnal relationships, psychological stuff in the brain of a 25 years old and his surroundings, Barcelona being Messi's club (whether you want it or not, it has been true since 2009. Barcelona and Messi were (still remain) synonymous, and that in itself paused a problem later on), PR/image manipulation/communication, and background stuff we'll probably never know of/or much later. The guy even pushed to comeback to Barcelona a mere year or two later. The whole Messi part is a theater play in of itself, between a starstruck kid who went on to play with his idol, who became friends and formed the most successfull Trident of the decade with him, who upon each occasion praises him and rambles about their friendship/love for each other, yet leaves. I mean, the guy reportedly told others he was leaving the club on Messi's wedding, without telling Leo - if that doesn't indicates you how fucked up/messy it was in his own head, Jesus. And yet the friendship Neymar had with other FCB players showed through the very summer he left, what with them posting a pic together following the legal actions of FCB against him. So yeah.
I think part of why he stayed at PSG after they retained him from going back to Barcelona is because he's, like every great player, a winner, he wants to get everything, he genuinely wants to give Paris what he came to do, but also cause, in the long run, he's trapped himself there. The more time passed the more it became that kind of need: he wanted/needed his move to mean something, he wanted that UCL so he could feel like he didn't waste so much time and talent and prime there. All in all, it's a bit tragic, I could ramble about it for hours but I'm gonna cut it short now cause that's not your ask lmfao.
Conclusion to the essay: Neymar's transfer to PSG didn't start anything, rather was the consequence and the accelerator of a decline that began years prior in the institution's background. Hope it helped bring some elements to the table, anon! ❤️
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THE Comics Of The Year 2023
I'm Alexis Sara, and if you don't know me then you should know I am an Eisner [among several other award] winning comics writer and I eventually kinda left behind comics because of a massive feeling of burn out and a lack of hope for the industry. However, I utterly adore the medium and I do enjoy comics still even if mostly in indie form or Manga. Manga of the year is a separate post since I just read more Manga and I wanted to talk about more comics overall so this section is all non manga stuff from Webcomics to graphic novels to single issue type deals, everything I read is up for consideration.
Extreme Venomverse #4 Necroko story
This story makes me even more mad than I am every day about the state of the public domain. Stan Lee is dead, he doesn't need Spider-man money but Marvel will for many many many more years hoard the amazing ideas made by so many other people that relate to spider-man and even when Spider-man enters the public domain Disney will sue people for using any part of spider-man that doesn't come from the debut time and is still with in their copyright. So an amazing character like Nercroko is stuck at the whims of some editor to see if the creators can bring her back, for how long they can bring her back, they get to decide how gay she is allowed to be, how violent, if the story fits their brand image and if a random event has her erased from the timeline or something to fuel a mans pain or something. Which is to say fuck Marvel comics, don't buy their stuff but I read this story and it's really fucking good, 12/10 it's not really worth buying Extreme Venomverse cuz the other stories are mid but as fuck but this little short story if you could find it at retail value for a single issue of Venomverse #4 pick it up for sure. It's a venom magical girl who is gay, just great, perfect, brilliant, inspirational.
IDW Sonic
You expect to see the sapphics from me and there here, for real, but I really enjoy this series in general. Whisper and Tangle are my main draw but I did enjoy Sonic video games a lot when I was younger so the characters, designs, etc are always something I just like seeing. The IDW comics bring a great consistent art style that makes the world of sonic feel very alive, stylish an cool. The new characters are all people I want to show up as playable in new sonic games and the story lines all feel like they would be exciting to see in a video game. These comics are really well done and while it could be more explicit in allowing it's original characters to be queer [I understand main game characters not being able to have romance to give the game devs space] it's still a good time.
Ladykillers
I love when the lesbians are on an adventure, when they are poly, when they are silly, and we got it all here. Ladykillers is a silly D&D inspired webcomic that has these cute little dumbasses go on quests and get into trouble. It starts pretty one shotty and eventually gets into a continuous narrative. If you loved Bauldr's Gate but wished it was just about like three homoerotic girls getting into silly trouble, this one is for you.
My Dragon Girlfriend
My Dragon Girlfriend every year is a top series for me. The release format of release makes each update a very small dose of a larger narrative but these little romances are all compelling and sweet and fun filled with silly little sapphics. While the newest couple added in is the one I am least compelled by I still enjoyed them. The art is really cute and sweet, the way emotion is portrayed is handled really well, Country really knows how to capture emotion within the medium and masters making good use out of all the little details.
Grand Slam Romance
I don't like sports but if lesbian magical girls played soft ball I would have to convert to being the number ones sports girly. The messy lesbian drama here is so good and the jokes are really great, when I grabbed this I kinda worried it be YA toned which typically doesn't sit well with me but luckily this is in fact adult fiction for adults that just has a strong sense of whimsy. It's a really great read and I hope a lot more people check it out because it's super good and even has a follow up book coming out.
SpellAstra
These lesbians have issues and I am so fucking here for it. We got a trio of queer witches casting spells, fighting monsters, etc who are all also teachers for a school of other witches. One of the party turns into a demon if her seal is broken which causes her to get all violent and feral, one has a magical artifact tied to a bigger play happening across the universes of the world and the final is holding secrets she doesn't want to share. From there their issues run into each other, they deal with new problems they cause, their love lives get complicated and we find out the truth of all the messy lesbian fun that is unleashed between them. The translation is sometimes a little wonky but if you can forgive a self published self translation to English for sometimes saying words a little wrong but still understandably then damn there just isn't really a story like SpellAstra I've read.
Mage & Demon Queen
After following this series for so many years it finally finished. This action comedy yuri series is fucking amazing from start to finish a fun time with some of the best jokes across all of comics for nerdy little sapphics like me. I do think near the end of the series we spend too much time with the men of the cast who simply were not the draw for me at all but they got a lot of panel time but outside of that small preference so much of this series is so perfect it's hard to even fault the parts that are a little less great.
Pink Sugar
What a fucking book, what a queer gift that this exists, that we live in a world where this is being released on webtoon [and a ton of other places] gives me hope for queer art and art in general. This story is lesbian in the deepest ways, with the diversity of lesbians that I want to see. Masc Non Binary Lesbians, bigger fem lesbians, trans lesbians, all falling in love with each other in these gloriously sweet ways. This series is truly queer in the most real sense. The presentation of the afterlife is innovative and fun. the comedy is great, the chemistry between all four of this polycule is great, the romantic moments are super sweet, the art's fantastic, the pacing is great and all of that lends to some really fucking heart breaking moments to as we get into the deep feelings of these dead women. This is one of the best stories being told right now and maybe ever. I love Pink Sugar, I beg of you to check it out.
It's currently kickstarting a physical version if your reading this near release of this post then you should go back it. You can read it for free, if you like it, back it.
If you want to help me enjoy more art then consider checking out my Patreon or Ko-fi and giving me a little bit of cash so I can do more of this kind of writing but also like make lots of my own art, art is hard to make and costs money and like maintain my chronically ill and trans body also takes money so anything helps, thank you. If you want more details on any of these I do have reviews for many of the pieces of art above but you can also let me know you want more and maybe I'll write more.
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i've been reading your posts about industry topics and the current h & b*n situation (and the az*offs) and i just can't comprehend how someone can sell their voice and values and morals for money? to continue their career? it just seems so money-hungry to me yk? and weak-minded, i don't want to sound rude because i don't know everything about the whole situation but yeah. i get having a dream, wanting to fulfil that dream and once one has it its hard to let go but how can one just turn off one's consciousness, ignore it all? for money, fame, a dream? my biggest dream is to be a model, i got castings and offers but i'd rather not achieve that dream if that means supporting a system that glorifies anorexia, is fatphobic etcetc, i was 17 back then. it was so easy to choose my morals. idk i'm rambling sorry for that, i just had this in my head. also when he does say political stuff etcetc why is he also supporting people like w*nstok az*offs etc? you cant be an ally and concurrently support antis yk... i mean yk ok i'll. stop rambling sorry for my english, not my first language :/
Don’t apologise for rambling, and certainly not your English!!! It’s fantastic, and thank you for sending this in!!
I think the modelling industry has been exposed for its problematic issues to the wider public a lot earlier on than the music industry has. Sure, both industries are very messy, but it’s a lot easier to point out “oh the modelling industry is fatphobic/encourages eating disorders” than “the music industry is corrupt and artists are forced to be closeted and overworked to the point of taking adrenaline shots before shows and barely ever actually seeing any of their own money the whole time” for the general public, because a lot of them just don’t have the awareness of how bad the music industry truly is, unless they’ve done research, been in this fandom (or one similar), or have come across info on social media about it, which is happening more and more these days. The technology to now communicate to massive groups of people and expose people/industries/artists and everything is an excellent tool to encourage change. The modelling industry has certainly seen a shift, and the music industry is slowly moving a bit as well. It’s just… an absolute mess though.
At the end of the day, they were kids who auditioned for a singing show because their mums encouraged them to, and they had no idea what was gonna happen if they did “make it”. Shooting to fame from the X Factor where you already get a huge amount of PR from being on TV, as opposed to working your way up slowly and seeing how it works, and understanding what you want, and choosing labels/managers etc. to work with who you know for a fact aren’t gonna do what Coward did, is just vastly different. I didn’t understand so much about the industry until I was already in it. And those kids were locked in with contracts, groomed, and thrown into the spotlight. And now they’re men. And we know they are good guys. But… it’s not as simple as just dropping everything to stand up for what you believe in, ya know?
I mean, obviously all the great stuff that they love about their job they want to keep, but they’re also tied up to a million contracts. So it’s actually a really long legal process to cut ties with it all without going entirely bankrupt/sued/having your whole career ruined. It’s very yikes but they’re already in the thick of it, and at the top of it. So yeah. Even just speaking up could mean a breach of contract. It is very disappointing he’s not at the very least cut off W*nston though.
Both industries are profiting at the expense of young hopefuls, both industries have produced incredibly inspiring and fantastic people, and both industries have burnt people out to nothing. It’s extremely frustrating to watch.
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Why is everyone mad at Grace right now?
Well, from what I saw on twt, it's either because she signed with Faze clan or that Joe did a voice-over for an animated video about her joining them (she wanted all of her friends in it). So there are people losing their shit over both for all kinds of reasons.
I'm not sure what you've been seeing, so I'll just explain what I've read today:
With the video thing, antis are accusing Grace of using AI for Joe's voice (or it's someone else's and pretending to be his), manipulating him, or using him for clout. Or that she spent a bunch of money to get him to do it. You know, instead of it just being a friend doing something nice for another friend because that's a wild concept. They're also apparently concerned that through her, Joe's being exposed to a toxic gaming community... somehow.
(Update: Grace said Joe was filming at the time and asked what he can do for her, so there's that.)
With the Faze issue, it's messy. Some people are upset with her for signing with an org that has a long, shitty history that includes misogyny, bigotry, SA allegations, etc. that aren't new either. Let's just say that Faze has one hell of a reputation and it's never been a secret. So it's understandable that fans might be worried about her or not too thrilled with the decision.
Also, incels and gamer bros are going at her for joining too. Saying she only got the deal for being on ST and Faze is using her as a tool to rebrand themselves (they're known for being awful towards women and other groups like a lot of the gaming community), which is also what Faze Rain basically said when he leaked the news before the official announcement. It's really lame. Plenty of the comments I've seen show that the gamer bros insulting her didn't even know she's a streamer/gamer and not just an actress.
Don't get me wrong. Grace is also getting a lot of love and support too. Her fans are ride or die. There are also plenty of people that want to see change in the gaming sphere and hope all of this works out.
This is just what I gathered from being a nosy little gremlin. I hope this answers it, but I could be missing some things.
#asks#anon#grace van dien#gaming#streaming#fandom drama#stranger things#joseph quinn#twitter was a mistake
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How would you rewrite Junpei and Izumi?
Hi Anon~. Sorry for being late. In truth I’m being late with almost anything you have requested or asked me about because……….I’ve been sinking into the sea of a game and it has been occupying the free time my mind can spend without studying lmaooooo. Anyway, I had written a draft so I’ve corrected it. I hope it’s decent as an answer! I have got so many feelings about a possible rewriting for them🥺. Sometimes I really feel like they are the characters the writers care about the least. BUT DON’T WORRY! I’M HERE, BBIES!
Hm, important note, I won’t really talk about the evolutions because I’m not even a big fan of the evolutions coming after the ones they own. Deepest wish is for them to have a fusion🤫 but that’s another story💕💕.
- I would give them a family bg because that’s the first alarm giving me the impression the writers just didn’t care about them. They are the first characters in the whole Digimon franchise history who don’t have an explained family bg and this breaks my heart, because knowing about a character’s family is useful to understand so many aspects of that character. I would have been okay if Junpei’s parents had never been shown, though. At this point you must know his bios have convinced me this boy either lives with an aunt and uncle or with his grandparents.
- Izumi’s problems with her classmates have to be rebuilt and rewritten completely. I want her to hold in herself a clearer story of xenophobia. I also kinda would desire flashbacks about her leaving Italy, her sadness, her nostalgia; why not, also flashbacks of what her life used to be like in Italy in comparison with the one she’s leading in Japan. It would be cute if one of these flashbacks featured her enjoying italian wind, because ,SERIOUSLY, the bond between the kids and their element need to be explored.
- Junpei is the one who has got the least amount of flashbacks and insights about his life in the real world. I really feel moved about his issues at building relationships and real friends, but I would have adored if they had given a reason why Junpei acts the way he does. Personally, I would have adored hearing Junpei has taken an interest on magical tricks because originally he wanted to get attention from his absent parents. Parents give him so much money so he can buy chocolate, cards, whatever he thinks the other kids like, and they think in this way Junpei can feel loved so he has got a messed up perception of relationships, of the way you can create meaningful links with others etc… Moreover, his attention about magical tricks makes him even a worse student than what he is like and this makes his father or both his parents infuriated, which compromises their weak family bond even more. In this way that frame from the” Innocent” ending scene, which is way too specific in his case for my tastes, could finally get an explanation in the anime.
- Oh yes, I would describe Junpei’s bedroom being messy and full of toys and other stuff he buys to be liked by other kids; stuff the other kids will rarely be interested in; stuff he accumulates, -just like his chocolate-, in his bedroom and will never use. I would like to clarify he eats so many bars because nobody really wants to eat them.
- I would give both Izumi and Junpei a reason to jump on that train or, at least, make them question why they have done it, especially Junpei:
• Izumi might have had a very bad school day, something common for a kid but an experience which is the last straw making the camel’s back break to her. She is sick of her school life. Maybe she has heard that girl she has helped with her foot laughing about her, joining the others in some petty chorus, and this sends Izumi on the edge of tears. She comes back home, puts her pizza in the microwave while she is sadly thinking about what has happened and that’s when Ophanimon’s message makes her phone vibrate.
• In the first 5 episodes Junpei is always like “It’s better if I had stayed at home!”; “I really don’t want to stay in this world!” and then he jumps on the train again and we don’t know what happened in his head. I WISH for that part about Izumi being the reason why Junpei has stayed to remain, but I also would like to make it more meaningful, and not a stupid crush joke. It’s very precious that Junpei felt Izumi was as lonely as him so I wanted this part of his bios to take a consistency in the anime. Probably, I wouldn’t really reveal it that soon. When Junpei is on the train, I would like to see him thinking about his life in the real world, maybe remembering his parents are going to come back too and he will be scolded about his grades. He is not a kid who likes giving voice to his most delicate thoughts, so he would also think about his classmates , wince because of an unexplainable melancholy creeping in his soul, and then look at Izumi. And feel it.
- I’d love making Izumi and Ranamon have wholesome moments too, because Ranamon is the other female presence we need in this season and she didn’t have to necessarily be entirely bad and obnoxious. After some adventure they’d share together, I would love seeing Izumi using her kindness to make Ranamon understand she has got other qualities that are more important than beauty. I would still let Ranamon be annihilated tho… With tears on her face and a smile because now she has understood her true worth and hopefully in another life she will be more sincere to herself. In a nutshell, I would like if if Ranamon got more human feelings. I LOVE RANAMON., okay.
- AGAIN, I’D STRENGTHEN THE CONNECTION BETWEEN THEM AND THE ELEMENTS. Jesus Christ, Junpei’s fear of about thunders and lightning is so pitiful and mocking. Why haven’t they given it a DEPTH. Like you already know from my fics, I’d gladly link it with his loneliness.
- I would rewrite the episodes of Tsunomon and Whamon.
• The Tsunomon episode wouldn’t be focused on only Izumi because her feeling Tsunomon’s isolation is relatable to her has got a very weird execution. I would make it an episode about loneliness in general; about BOTH feeling their loneliness intensely and maybe face each other about it with some flashbacks. Thus, they would reach a first level of mutual understanding and respect, because , after all, like a dear friend said, they are two faces of the same coin and just have to realize it. - The Whamon episode has to be about both as well, because it’s shameful Izumi stood still in a situation that was about her, letting Junpei be her shining knight in armour. You are supposed to be a heroine, girl! Do you want to sit on the stands for the nth episode while Junpei is doing everything and putting his life at stake for your sake? I want her to snap out of her | *shaking voice* “I-If only I could digievolve🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🐑*. I freaking want her to help Junpei gain his control on the Beast like Tomoki did for Takuya, at least. Junpei was going berserk in the original episode too and what helps him gain his control? Remembering he wanted to get Izumi’s spirit back. So I think Junpei would go berserk and she’d help him with her voice, -like Bokomon would suggest-, which would also be a faint hint Izumi has got a tendency to keep control in similar situations as well. Izumi should exploit that feeling of hopelessness she has experienced while being unable to fight to REACT; to start wishing for a sort of “redemption” and get stronger; to discover her strength.
- AND AND AND AND, I would frankly make Izumi pay Junpei back for that, allowing her to rescue him for once. We had got so close in the episode in which Kerpymon steals the kids’ digivices and Junpei is the first one getting his stolen. Shutumon flies to his side and insists on helping him, but Loweemon stops her. WELL, either I’d make Loweemon shut up or I’d turn Junpei in Ranamon’s prince prey in captivity. So, Izumi would finally have someone to rescue and HOPEFULLY she wouldn’t drown lol, because let’s stop making Izumi drown everytime. This would be Izumi’s new evolution moment ✨.
- Finally, I’d make Tsunomon come back because another thing I hate is how they are the ones who have been shafted away in the most embarassing way in the final episodes. You don’t want to make Kokuwamons and Floramons come back? Fine, because those would have been an episode for each. Well, then, make Tsunomon come back, now evolved in Gabumon and make them save what they care about the most, thank you. Two episodes for Tomoki? Now I’m giving you the chance to give Izumi and Junpei a single episode for both.
And that’s it, Anon. I took two or maybe more weeks to write this because my tw friends make me come up with the worst ideas, honestly, and I needed to write them down. I don’t know when I will post this, but I really thank you for the patience💕. I’m sure there would be so many other things I would add, but this post can (not ) be a papyrus. I also want to say I really want to write some of these someday, especially Izumi rescuing Junpei because I want to see him acting miserable in some cage until Ranamon will threaten to drown him while he’s melting due to her Jelousy Rain.
Ah! So much Junzumi in this post hhhh💕💕💕💕
#junpei shibayama#izumi orimoto#junzumi#digimon frontier#junpei#izumi#xenophobia eventually became Kou’s story#at least lmao#Ran not wanting to move to Japan is connected to Izumi telling her it was hard for her to fit in#oh and wouldn’t be lovely if when Junpei’s bones are going to melt in polenta he will shout a simple IZUMIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII without Chan#I’d love it fufuuf#asks
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Entropy (part 6)
content: slow burn ? but not really , hurt/comfort , eventual romance , wlw , kara x reader , reader needs therapy , reader is very socially anxious lmao
word count: 4,243
pair(s): Kara x Fifth Dimensional Imp!Reader, and all the other canon SG couples (Nia and Brainy, Kelly and Alex, etc)
A/N i don't have much to say actually heheh, i just didn't really feel like this part was ready but if anything I'll come back and edit it later:)
part 5
"That's the man Nia saw." Kara pointed to the huge monitor with the image running on the face recognition system.
"That's not... That's not Vandal Savage. I mean their eyes are similar but... That's not the Vandal Savage I know." Barry's statement made Kara's shoulders tense up. He was saying the truth, yet the name was very fitting for the man they were staring at. "Brainy, send me that image and I'll alert everyone in Central City just in case."
"What if..." The coluan mumbled. "This IS Vandal Savage, just, not your vandal savage?" Brainy pointed at Barry who nodded after understanding what he meant.
"How can we know which earth he's from? Lex is gone and he was the one who arranged this earth." Nia chimed in.
"I don't know yet, but I think I can call an... Acquaintance from the 31st century to help me out. Meanwhile there's nothing else we can do." Brainy shifted uncomfortably, only Nia really noted this but she'd ask him about it later.
"Okay... I'll call you guys if anything. Bye." And with that Barry was gone, and so was Kara who didn't even bother to say goodbye. She had a pinching feeling inside her chest telling her to go speak to you about this whole issue. However she was very afraid to, you were just a civilian, right? She couldn't get you in any danger just because of some weird gut feelings.
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Streaky behaved really well at the vet clinic, surprisingly well, the vets even thought he might've been to vets before because usually homeless cats tend to be very anxious and wary around strangers, but Streaky was simply napping and complying with the veterinarian that was attending you. He also got a couple vaccines and he got prescribed some supplements to gain the weight he needed. Other than that he was completely healthy and didn't even have a microchip, you made an appointment to get that done soon though.
After a nice trip to the vet you felt relieved and happy, yes the past couple days (and this afternoon) had been very stressful, but after all you felt secure.
Arriving home you decided to set everything down for Streaky, and you also cleaned some things up around the house after realizing how messy everything was when Kara came earlier to eat with you.
"D'you like Kara?" You asked your furry pal as he stared at you from the top of the fridge, a spot you weren't going to question how he reached it. You were washing the dishes and felt bored but you knew it was better to do them immediately before they piled up way too much.
"I think... She's nice. She even helped me get you a name." Streaky meowed, tucking his own paws while laying down to sleep on his now sacred spot. "She acted kinda weird earlier... But I like it when she holds me... Is it weird? Am I the weird one?" You looked again at your cat, he slowly closed his eyes at your stare.
"C'mon I'm not-" A knock on your window interrupted you, turning around you quickly grabbed a towel to dry your hands and smiled at the blonde who was silently floating on the other side of the glass.
After opening the window Kara climbed inside carefully, stretching after her boots finally touched your hardwood floors.
"Busy hero day, huh?" You grinned, sitting down on the couch.
"Did you get all of this for Streaky today?" She looked around the place, almost as if scanning it with her x-ray vision.
"...Yeah? I've been saving up some money so I went to this nice pet store near the CatCo office, then I went to the vet and you saw me. I also need to ask Pamela from HR about what cleaning products she uses when her cat has accidents because I forgot to put some newspaper for Streaky before buying the cat litter and the smell is not quite leaving." You ranted, trying to make your lie seem more believable and normal, Kara was still worked up about something, you hoped it didn't have to do anything with you.
"I need you to be honest with me." Her words made you freeze. You could already see yourself in jail.
"Sure? What about?" You turned around to face her, a shy smile plastered across your face.
"This man..." Kara pulled out her phone from her boot, looking for something on it. "Him." She turned the phone towards you and your heart sank to your stomach, you could feel your skin going pale and your mind going bonkers. It was him. "Do you know him?"
Your first instinct was to lie, you shook your head no and Kara was still unconvinced.
"Is his name Vandal Savage?" She pushed further, taking a step closer to you which made you take a step back from her.
"No. I don't know him so I don't know his name." You kept walking back until Kara had cornered you. "Why are you asking me anyway? I barely know anyone outside of CatCo! Let alone a man like that. And I told you Vandal Savage is just some random guy who appears in my dreams, and this is not him. Leave me alone." You got defensive, walking away from Kara and back into the kitchen to keep doing dishes. "Please close the door when you get out." Kara didn't say anything else, she just left and you heard how she slammed her apartment door when going in.
Streaky stared at you like he knew you fucked up and you just sighed, feeling defeated.
[>>>]
You felt bad for lying and yelling at Kara, she had cornered you like a wounded animal and your response was to attack her, and she didn't deserve that at all. She was so upset she didn't even answer to your messages, leaving you on seen the rest of the day and night. Your resting weekend turned into the world's saddest weekend, just you, Streaky, and your neighbor's wifi. It felt boring and empty but at least your furry friend kept you company.
The next few days at CatCo Kara avoided you at all costs, looking upset whenever you tried to approach her, you didn't think it'd affect you that much until Nia walked in on you crying in the office bathroom, the young woman quickly hugged you and asked what was wrong but you felt too ashamed to tell her.
What could you say? 'Oh, it's nothing I just lied to Kara, yelled at her and been also keeping a load of secrets from her even when I know she doesn't like secrets?'
You didn't go to any other game nights, avoided going into Noonan's when you knew she'd be there, and you even noticed how Kara's friends also started ignoring you, as if they had never seen you in their entire lives.
Even Cat Grant had pointed out how miserable you looked, you tried to laugh it off but she decided to send you home early because she said you were blocking her creative energy for her latest article. But after an entire week she was tired, so she called both you and Kara to her office before the end of your workday, you thought she'd ask you to schedule something for them so you just onliged quietly, walking into the glamorous office notebook in hand.
"This is pathetic." She slammed a file against her desk, getting all of your attention.
"What- What do you mean, Miss Grant?" Kara dared to ask, still not looking at you.
"You're emotionally distressing my assistant! Do you know how many lukewarm lattes I've received from her since you started ignoring her?" The younger blonde opened her mouth to speak, being stopped by a finger raised by the queen of all media. "And before you say you're not ignoring her. I asked you several times this week to send this papers to her, as a little test, and everytime I asked her about it she didn't even knew I asked you such thing! Kiera, you're almost thirty. You need to grow up."
"It's not Kara's fault-"
"I don't need an explanation. Because I know you're guilty too. Kara is the millennial embodiment of a golden retriever, to get her to avoid you like that you must have made her upset, and that's okay. I don't care about your personal life, and Kara is doing her job well. But you can't allow yourself to let your emotions get ahead of you like this! If I find out you're doing the moaning Myrtle act in the office bathroom again it's over for you. Understood? If you want to cry do it while working, it saves time and time is money." You felt your eyes getting teary again for the millionth time today, but you held it in and just nodded with your head low, you expected Cat to dismiss you when Kara stood up from the chair she was sitting on, slamming her hands on Cat's desk.
"Miss Grant, I respect you like I respect my own mother, but please, do not talk to Y/n like that ever again. It's not her fault I'm upset." You haven't heard this tone on Kara's voice since she let her anger go at Cat during season one, it was mind-blowing that the woman who hated you the most right now was defending you in front of your boss.
"See? Pathetic. Just go make out or something, I don't care, I'm all for gay rights. Just stop bringing the emotional baggage to my office because it blocks my workflow. Understood? Now go, chop chop!" Kara was as shocked as you were, both of you were now standing outside of Cat's office with widened eyes and blushed cheeks.
"I... I'm sorry I overreacted the other day. Y'know, when you asked me about that guy." You were the first one to speak as you and Kara walked back to her office.
"I'm sorry for treating you like that. I should've tried talking to you but I just felt so sad... I don't like secrets, but I know it's hard to be upfront with someone you don't know that well..." You nodded, sighing with relief when knowing Kara didn't hate you. "Takeout at my place? If you don't have any extra work that is."
"I thought this meeting was today's extra work." You chuckled, looking over your shoulder to see Cat Grant standing proudly outside of her office and giving you a... Thumbs up?
You smiled nervously and looked ahead, Kara was smiling as she walked with you towards your desk and then to the elevator, you were happy that things were finally okay.
You remembered you had forgotten your phone back at your desk, Kara offered to just get it for you by flying but you didn't want to be a bother, you told her to go home and that you'd see her there. Although you suspected she would wait for you right where she was standing you just stepped back inside the elevator and pressed your destination, waiting patiently as the metal box kept going up without any inconveniences.
That until the lights turned off and it abruptly stopped, making you panic. Your first thought was screaming Kara's name until a hand covered your mouth, then the lights turned back on, the elevator still not moving.
"Please don't scream because that way Kara will find us." As soon as you heard the voice whispering you knew who it was, he took his hand off your mouth carefully and signed for you to stay silent, then he made a blackboard appear right behind him with a couple markers.
You snatched one of the markers from Mxy's hand, quickly writing down your thoughts on the board as he stood there nervously.
« THE HECK ARE YOU DOING HERE??? »
He opened the other marker on his hand, his handwriting was awful but still understandable.
« AVOID BRAENI »
You erased the namw he wrote and you wrote it back again, this time correcting his spelling.
« BRAINY »
« Why should I avoid him? »
Mxy sighed, still exasperated.
« JUST LISTEN TO ME!!! I'LL GET BACK TO YOU WHEN IT'S SAFE!!!! »
Another finger snap and both Mxy and the board were gone, yet you still had the market in hand. You shoved it inside your purse as the elevator finally moved, you then picked up your phone and went back down, this time hating the elevator ride. And as you guessed Kara was waiting for you while talking to a security guard as if they were lifelong friends. As soon as she saw you she said goodbye to him and started walking home with you. You still felt uneasy about your conversation with Mxy but you could tell he was terrified, so it was best to actually listen to him this once.
Kara noticed how your brow wouldn't stop furrowing ever so slightly whenever she was glancing your way, yet she felt like it was best to not push any further. The two of you were barely beginning to reconcile after what Kara had noted as your very first argument.
She's had these with many people in the past, but the only time it felt somewhat similar to what she had felt the past few days it was when she started having disagreements with Lena over Samantha, Reign and the makeshift kryptonite.
It was a mixture of betrayal, disappointment and a weird urge to seek forgiveness. Kara wasn't one to let her own pride blind her, but when it happened she was the first one to humble herself mentally, so badly that the same wouldn't let her be the one to apologize first. Kara felt like the gap between you two grew wider right after that elevator ride you took, the little voice inside her head saying that she may have done something to upset you. Upon arriving at her apartment she didn't try to pressure you into telling her what was bothering you, if anything she was acting nicer that she ever has. And when it comes to Kara Danvers that's a lot.
You were numb, as if something in you was slowly dying but you couldn't quite tell what it was. Trying to not pay it much attention you decided to focus on Kara and the food she was going to buy for the two of you.
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The sunrise hit you like a truck, you could barely remember what you did last night but if it wasn't worthy of remembering it then it wasn't worthy of thinking about it.
Quickly you made your way out of your apartment after your morning routine, and as you were heading to work you received a call from... Nia? You had never received any calls or texts from her before, what could she possibly want from you? Your mind didn't really ponder it too much before you answered.
"Good morning, Nia-"
"Can you come to the tower?"
"Wh... What's the tower?" You quickly lied, you had surely seen it countless times through your orb, but in this reality you were supposed to be oblivious about it.
"Just... Come to the adress I'll send you, alright? It's really important, I'll have Kara make an excuse for you with Cat." Before you could say anything she hung up, leaving you with a rising anxiety creeping up your chest.
What could you do? You knew damn well that going to the tower would be the exact opposite of what Mxy asked you. Brainy pretty much lived there! You then started articulating an excuse text to get out of whatever Nia had in mind until Kara appeared, her smile didn't feel quite the same, it was off.
"Hey! Sorry for overhearing- I just heard Nia wants you at the tower and I was just heading there, need a ride?" Your gaze went from your phone to Kara's waiting arms. This felt so, so wrong, there was something going on and it felt like it wasn't going to be good for you.
Even with your gut feeling begging you to not go you accepted Kara's warm hands, feeling your cheeks heat up as she held you tightly by your waist and flew up into the sky. You had made a quick mental note to memorize the exact location she was heading you to, if anything went wrong you had to find your own way back home to Streaky.
Kara didn't say anything, she wasn't even aware of why would Nia need you there either, she just thought that maybe this was her way of apologizing to you about ignoring you because of your issues with Kara. She noticed how the rest of her friends so swiftly excluded you out of their lives as soon as she stopped mentioning you, something about that made her deeply upset but she was still feeling like you didn't trust her so at that moment she didn't really mind.
As soon as the two of you arrived Kara noticed the place was empty. Way too empty. But she remembered it was still supposed to be a secret location so she went to one of the desks, Lena's, and she pulled out an unused NDA she had drafted just in case someone was ever invited over. You signed the paper without even looking at it, just wanting to get it over with, thinking about simply calling it a day and going back home you noticed Kara was scanning the building to check if anyone was around.
"Nia is at the training room! Let's head there." You froze, that room had containment cells that could be accessed only by the superfriends. In other words: this could be an attempt to jail you. However running away would be suspicious, wouldn't it? To them you were innocent, just a civilian with no other friends or family. You could talk your way out of this, you just had to polish your manipulative skills if you even had them in the first place.
You stepped inside the elevator with Kara, your entire body was tense as each floor passed by, when the doors opened you saw Nia in her suit, Alex as Centinel and Brainy without his image inductor.
"Nope." You turned around with a soft gasp but Kara was pulling you into the room with a firm grip at your hand.
"Dreamer, Centinel, Brainiac! Uhm... Nia called Y/n, she wanted to meet here?" How did she not see her own sister and Brainy downstairs? And did she also not see whether Nia was suited up of not? Did the girl quickly change upon Kara's arrival? Your mind was making you want to explode until Kara let go of your hand, making you focus at the loss of her grasp for a split second.
"Yes, Kara, we're sorry about this but... There's something you need to know." Centinel stepped forward, making you take a step back.
"I don't think this involves me so, I'll be on my way-" You let out a nervous laughter, but as soon as you looked over your shoulder the elevator door closed shut, and something told you it wouldn't be opening for you.
"You're very much involved." Dreamer got closer too, making you shrink in your own frame. "You know my real name, don't you?" She whispered, you started stammering and didn't realize how fucked up your situation was until Brainy finally spoke.
"Yesterday we got another trail of fifth dimensional energy from CatCo, a few days ago I gave... Our source, a small scanner to detect where the energy was coming from. And it seemed to come from the elevator which was stuck in between floors, according to security cameras that show many employees calling for it yet the elevator wasn't open on any floor.
You were the only person to step in and out when this happened. And we've also had security footage that shows you around areas we've found more fifth dimensional energy at. Y/n, we also haven't found any personal information on you besides what's needed to be hired and get paid. The people who signed those documents of yours have absolutely no memory of ever doing so, none of them, you also happen to not have ever been in any security camera around the country until you magically made appearance when you applied to your job at CatCo." Brainy's speech was painfully slow, Kara's gaze went from confusion to pain, you were being cornered by both Nia and Alex when you felt a glass door against your back, before you could say anything you were shoved inside the cell, the thing was that you could still feel the fifth dimension. You could easily escape and appear in another country, but when you saw Kara's disappointed look you started fabricating a lie in your head.
"I wasn't born here! My parents were too poor to have me registered. I was raised in a very awful country and-" You choked out a painful sob. "All my documents are fake, a family friend made them for me, they wanted me to have a better life!" You slightly banged your head against the glass when your cries were disregarded.
"I-I can confirm that. Y/n has confided in me some slips about her past and she told me the exact same. I could see in her eyes how it pains her to miss her home so much!" Kara jumped to defend you, Alex squeezed her shoulder with a sympathetic look.
"That means she has her story straight. Not that she's telling the truth." Nia crossed her arms, her eyes staring at you fiercely.
"You guys speak as if I'm some kind of animal or unknown alien. Y'know what? Think whatever you want! I know I'm not like Nyxly and honestly if i had those powers I wouldn't even be here! I would have all the things I've ever wanted, not an almost empty apartment and a salary that barely helps me pay the rent." They all looked at each other, Kara quickly reached to free you out of the locked enclosure but Alex stopped her.
"Let us handle this. If she's innocent we apologize and compensate her, if she's not, then we would have the imp running loose." Kara brushed her sister's hand off of her and scoffed, giving you a promising look before she stomped out of the room. "Now you. Will I have to interrogate you the nice way or the Centinel way?"
"You won't." You sat down on the small bench the crystal cage had, your face sti wet with tears but you suddenly calmed down. "Because you know Kara trusts me, Kara knows I'm not a threat to anyone, Kara is furious that you'd betray her trust like that. She wants to be heard by her own friends. And what you want is to be right, not to take her feelings into consideration before doing something drastic." You couldn't even register when did your voice became so monotone, as if you had already planned what to say in a case like this. Alex flinched at your statement, her face scowling when she knew you were somewhat right. And with that she left too.
Nia approached you again, her frown evident behind her mask.
"If she doesn't get the truth out of you, I will."
"What could you do anyways? Give me nightmares? Make me go to sleep? Maybe punch me around a little? Oh wait! No, because if you open this you risk the oh-so-powerful imp might escape, don't you? You're still in time to let me go and realize this is all a misunderstanding. But if you prefer to strain Kara's heart like this for no other reason then be my guest! I'll be here waiting."
"Manipulation tactics. She's using our love and appreciation for Kara against us." Brainy held Nia back, she stared at you like you were nothing but a dirty criminal, and you scoffed.
"I'm just saying what I think. You saw how upset she got. Why can't she have any new friends? Did you guys also treat Lena like this? Is it like a rite of passage into whatever this inner circle is? I honestly don't think you have any crime you can charge me with, and if you do I'm all ears."
"I- We don't know your intentions, we don't know if you'll be another Nyxly and try to conquer earth, your kind is very dangerous and we will not accept them roaming freely around here." The brunette slammed her hand against the bulletproof glass, you didn't even flinch. You just sighed and hugged your legs, this was going to be an awfully long week.
#supergirl#supergirl fanfic#supergirl fanfiction#supergirl fic#fanfic#femslash#kara danvers x reader#kara danvers#kara x reader#kara zor el#supergirl x reader#x reader#cwsg#nia nal#alex danvers#querl dox#brainiac 5#cat grant
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i care about quentin beck so much please keep telling us about your thoughts and ideas. i am so totally not normal about him, he just has so much potential!! i adored your third chapter of ties that bind, i love the way you write him and you have such a way with words. its just very well done and im so glad there’s at least one other person on this planet who thinks about him <3
AHHHH THANK U ILY we can be deranged about him together <3
rn i'm working on chapter 4 (which is already at fucking 7k! that's not even counting the like 4k+ miscellaneous stuff I already have written that will go in later chapters!!! im on such a writing bender rn it's insane)
manic brain puke (SO MUCH OF IT. SORRY!!! i have the normal amount of thoughts.jpeg) about the details below the cut if you're interested
buttt basically premise is there are a few scenes covering from like december to about march, next semester stuff, etc, some Plot Details (for once! lmao) about trying to figure out PhD stuff that will be Relevant later on and then when you have to stay late again in like. march. right before spring break when banner's off at a conference in toronto for two days you end up forgetting your apartment keys in his office so they're like. locked in there until he gets back. anyway basically all alternative plans end up not working out and you end up just going with quentin to his apartment which you both are sure (well HE is sure, you're less sure than you are Determined lmao. you are both fucking Wrong) will change things exactly Zero Percent.
(spoilers. it does actually change things a non-zero-percent. are you,,, perhaps,,, friends now??? unthinkable)
anyway my thoughts are basically 1. atp you guys finally exchange phone numbers 2. you both realize actually hooking up in somebody's apartment (either of yours) is way better than hooking up on the sly in the bio building and then 3. your hot water boiler goes out in may and you end up there AGAIN for like a WEEK and stuff changes MORE and then 4. there starts to be some light angst and like. non-platonic feelings on both ends. shit starts to get messy because you start thinking about doing your dissertation in stark's lab and quentin is like. "absolutely fucking not and no I won't explain why <3" because of course they have beef.
quentin did his postdoc under tony in this au lol. he hates him because tony fucked up a patent for something quentin invented during the postdoc and it lost him a lot of money; obviously tony is stupid fucking rich (he owns and funds an entire university! insanely rich) but quentin is Not so it like. kind of irreparably broke their relationship. tony feels Bad and that's why 1. quentin is tenured despite being technically too young and gets paid a stupid amount for academia; like at least 100k. 2. he's not required to take on undergraduate researchers in his lab (a hassle, requires lots of teaching, usually a requirement for academic research) and 3. doesn't technically have to take on PhD students either. but he does not really tell you any of this explicitly, the details kind of just come together over time, and he definitely does not say why the thought of you joining stark's lab has him being like "absolutely fucking not lmao". a big part of it is that quentin is like... aware that tony just kind of Collects smart people (like him, bruce banner, basically the entire staff + his PhD students and postdocs) and in quentin's stupid little emotionally stunted baby brain he's like "he can't have this one!!!! this one is mine,,, >:((" and does he communicate this at all? no! mans is pathologically allergic to normal emotional availability sldkfsd
so despite historically avoiding taking on PhD researchers he's like. I will let you do your work in my lab if you don't go join stark's lab. But then the issue becomes like... dude you can't be my PhD advisor, we're fucking. that's not allowed. even just fucking your PI (lab manager basically) is a massive no-no and if it got out it would bring into question the reliability of literally all of your research (the fact aside that Quentin would never lie about science for anything. even for love. fuck that shit the way that he cares about people is by absolutely tearing their work to pieces not by pretending bad science is good. literally why he bothers you all the fucking time That's How He Cares It's Incredibly Dysfunctional but i digress) but i'm imagining that it's not really explicitly outlawed in the official code of ethics because it's tony stark's university lmao. He Is A Whore i'm sure he's fucked a lot of his PhD students/postdocs/etc. (Im thinking of having quentin and tony maybe have a past history when he did his postdoc. bisexual quentin supremacy. but also because it adds another layer to the whole "i do not want you to be around him At All" because he knows that tony is functionally incapable of having normal relationships with students. it's the ways that they are very similar but also very different etc etc) basically it becomes a whole deeply emotionally fraught Mess. bruce banner agrees to still be your PhD advisor despite you not doing work in his lab which is uncommon but not unheard of, but it's still like. either you and Quentin need to Stop Fucking or you need to agree that you're never going to have a bad breakup (I say this as if it's even a mutually agreed upon relationship and not just two morons incapable of admitting they care about each other) because it would absolutely ruin both your careers. angst(TM)
I probably will not make it an unhappy ending because I hate those. I have no idea how I'm going to end it though tbh
#THANK U FOR INDULGING ME LSDLSJFJSDLFJSF#ask#ties that bind meta#THIS GOT REALLY LONG SORRY I HAVE SO MANY THOUGHTS
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hi friend, it's 🪼🩵
i currently have a three hour break before my next class so i'm here lol let me tell you what i did today !! 🩵 i was able to clean my room after procrastinating it for 6 months. i also got out of bed immediately and did not scroll on my phone for 3 hours. i'm a new person !!
alsoo, i need advice on smth 😓 i'm thinking of getting a job (part-time, i can't commit that much yet) like maybe a server? or like a cashier?? i just need extra cash to support my addiction of collecting things 🥹😓🤧
oh i need to mention i really like collecting makeup and i recently got into hirono figurines!! they're just so cute ugh i might send an imgur link so you can see them idk
you don't need to give advice, and if you do, it doesn't need to be lifechanging. i've js been thinking about it for like... 8 months so i feel like i should do something about it
oh, you're writing another chapter right? good luck with that my friend. i can't wait for your magnus opus. this will be equivalent to the invention of the light bulb i swear
i have quite the social energy today... i will tone it down a little. sorry if i drift between topics a lotttt it's a habit 😓 anyway take your time replying
as always thank u my friend and ily 🪼🩵
yessss cleaning your room (while sometimes the most daunting task ever) feels so refreshing! i used to leave my room so messy and i still can let it get pretty disorganized, but once i started making my bed every day i found i felt so much better. and when i don’t doomscroll, i also have a much better day!!! so good for you 😍
i think it’s a great idea to get a part time job. it can also be awesome for helping social skills, especially if you have coworkers (that’s the one thing i miss with my job. it’s just me by myself a lot of the time except when i meet with clients). i’m a petsitter and finally getting that job really changed my life. i had a lot of mental health issues and my job gave me something to focus on and a sense of purpose. it also allowed me to have some more independence, save money, and, of course, spend it on all the things i fangirl over. so i highly suggest!
and if you don’t have a block of set free time for a job, i can highly vouch for “gig work”. idk where you’re located but service jobs like rover/petsitting, doordash, instacart delivery, etc is a viable option but it comes with its own unique set of challenges as well. 🩷 whatever you choose, i think you’re making an awesome decision (even tho working does suck and we are also slaves to capitalism and so on and so forth. still gotta make money unfortunately)
also yes, send me your collections! i actually love looking at collections even if its not of my immediate interest.
taerae chapter should be finished soon 🤩 i also wrote hao’s ending and i love it sm. i’ve had too much energy the past two days, i need to calm down lol
🩵ily 🪼💘
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TOMGREG IKEA?????🇸🇪
ooooh yes the ikea fic!!! @hickeywiththegoodhair asked about this as well. so basically this is a fic I kind of accidentally wrote with @tomwambsmilk, we were texting and before we knew it we had written 2,5k words. I copied our messages to a google doc and started making it less messy and actually write a story around it, I've done some of the beginning & the end but the middle still needs a lot of work. the first draft is around 4,5k words now, I'm intending to finish this one soon! (soon meaning 3 weeks or 6 months lmao).
the fic is about tom's bachelor pad era; after the whole italy situation he crashes at greg's place but greg's living situation is... questionable. at first glance it looks fine, but upon further inspection there are some issues: despite having guest rooms he only has one bed, his room looks like a raccoon's nest, he has one item of everything (one plate, one spoon, one fork etc)... tom has to use all his power to fight his desire to sleep in the same bed as greg and tells him they can't go on like this, they have to go shopping. tom first wants to go to some fancy furniture store, but upon further consideration it doesn't seem like the best idea to spend a shitton of money while the threat of divorce is looming on the horizon. and greg insists they go to ikea, and who is tom to deny him anything.
reluctantly tom drags himself through the store. no, that's a lie, he'd never admit it but he's actually enjoying this. greg's childish enthusiasm about the showrooms, testing beds with him, and good god ikea's meatballs ARE amazing.
after their little daytrip they get the furniture delivered they chose delivered to greg's apartment, but then the next struggle arrives: putting it together. tom wants to do it himself, because how hard can it be? really hard, apparently. tom can't get it done. after lots of screaming and calling ikea about their useless furniture he gives up. now they still don't have an extra bed, it pains tom to say this but there's really no other solution than to share a bed for now.
honestly I don't want to spoil the fic any further because that would ruin the fun, but it includes sharing a bed, hospital visits, tomgreg being idiots, and lots of toxic stupid pining. you know how it is.
here's a little snippet from the beginning of the fic:
Greg leads the way to a room in the back of the apartment. Tom thinks he almost looks a bit nervous, like he's about to reveal to Tom that he's holding some poor girl hostage to play house with.
Greg opens the door for Tom and steps aside a little to let him in.
"A real gentleman, aren't you, Gregory?"
Greg tucks a non-existing long hair behind his ear. "Oh well, it's nothing, I-"
Before Greg can finish his sentence Tom interrupts him, putting two hands over his mouth. "In the name of all that is holy, what happened here?!"
There’s laundry all over the floor and a towering stack of random books and papers on his bedside table that looks structurally unstable. A horrifying smell comes from a bowl with the remnants of something that probably was ice cream once, and are those joints taped on the wall…?
"Did I just walk into a hunter-gatherer's cave? Maybe I should get my lance and kill a mammoth for you, we can roast it above the fire and dance around it in our little leaf skirts. We’ll get married with rings made of its bones and make a bridal veil for you out of its skin."
It's a ridiculous analogy, but he did marry Greg in a way, didn't he? That evening in Tuscany, both of them in their white suits, knees brushing. The wedding band playing in the background, the cool air of a summer night full of promises. Selling their souls, a marriage bound by the devil instead of God.
Greg isn't wearing a white suit now, instead a white button up and a grey pantalon are clothing his tall body. He's still standing in the doorpost, eyeing Tom with that slightly confused expression he always seems to have.
"I never got really good grades in history class but uhm, I don't think marriage was a concept they knew of in primeval times."
"Of course I know that, Greg, I'm not some uncultured idiot. I just said that to make the story better."
"How does that make it better?"
Unsure of how to answer this, Tom just hums and picks up a dark blue tie with a silver thread pattern from Greg's enormous laundry mountain.
"Look at this beautiful, expensive Armani tie that I bought you, just laying here all lost. That's not how you treat pretty things, leaving them on the ground."
There's a metaphor in there that Tom doesn't want to dwell on, so instead he throws the tie in Greg's face. It's dirty now anyway.
"This room asks for some serious Marie Kondo, Greg. Why the fuck do you have half-used joints on the wall? Do they spark joy? Does seeing these joints bring you happiness?”
"They do spark joy actually, I'm like, really happy when I'm high!" Greg fumbles through his pile of garbage only to reveal an old shoebox. It's from the cap toe Oxfords Tom bought Greg when he first started working for him, the fact that he kept it would've made him smile if it wasn't for the next thing Greg says, "I have this box where I keep all my used joints, and when I have enough I want to make a weed-wall maybe? Like, Banksy style.”
“I highly doubt Banksy has ever made a so-called ‘weed-wall' Greg. And I didn’t know you took such interest in art? I should take you to the MET some time, show you some real masterpieces.”
“I mean, I don’t care about art, not really. But Banksy is pretty cool. And there’s this other guy who taped a banana to the wall and he got like, a shitton of money for that? So my weed project would definitely get artistic approval, I think.”
Greg picks up a doobie and twirls it between his fingers, looking at it like it's made of gold. God help him, he seems to be actually proud of his weed-wall idea.
“I don’t care Greg, this is not how we’re going to do this. I’m going for a little stroll around the block and get us both coffee because I sure can use some, and when I return I don’t want this room to look like a wannabe modern art gallery anymore. Are we clear, Gregory?”
Greg puts the joint he was inspecting back in the box with a deep sigh. “Yeah, yeah, alright.”
“Good. I’ll be right back.”
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