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jeonjcngkook · 1 year

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danger zone | jjk (m) 1.0

・❥・pairing: boxer jungkook x female reader ・❥・genre(s)&au(s): boxer au | fluff | smut | angst | est rel ・❥・w/c: 6.6k ・❥・rating: 18+ ・❥・summary: jung hoseok, an underdog boxer new to the sport calls out current middleweight champion jeon jungkook in a string of twitter videos, taunting him in means for a match for the championship belt. with a neverending run of his mouth, you and jungkook decide that now is the time to shut the newbie up once and for all.. afterall, it is about time jungkook sheds blood, sweat and tears into the gold around his waist. but to the dismay of both of you and jungkook, the sacrifice of holding gold has you both eying another prize at the end of the four weeks. ・❥・chapter warnings & smut warnings: strong language, jungkook has a fuckin thigh tattoo 🫦 i wanna box hoseok and his mouth myself 🥊 body worshipping (m rec), kissing, fingering, lazy oral sex (f rec), handjob, unprotected sex, shower sex, sex standing up, tummy pressing, creampie, overstimulation, multiple orgasms (f rec), lil spitting.

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・❥・author’s note: sorry we’re late but we’re here nonetheless! ive been through writers block, an enlistment announcement and then the winter flu on top but ive made it in the end. thank you to @caelesjjk & @baljinciaga for betaing & as usual lil magwai @kth1 for the sexiest banner <33 honorary mentions to @mercurygguk @jkeuphoria1997 @jjkeverlast @jikooknoona @here4btsfics & @jjungkookislife — this is for u <33

Jungkook is a man of many talents. A black belt in multiple martial arts and a vigorous fitness routine that he never seems to falter from. It pays off as he sits in front of you right now shirtless. Your eyes catch the mirror that is hung on the wall opposite the living room, showcasing the way his shoulder muscles in his back tighten and strain against his soft, golden skin. His shoulders are wide and built strong, a small build up of sweat coating his skin and gives it a glistening sheen under the warmth light of the lamp on the side table. You can’t help but to lick your lips, biting onto the skin of the lower to keep you from moaning out.

He has trained with some of the greatest chefs in the world, taking his cooking abilities from excellent to world class in just a few lessons. Unsurprisingly too, he has the voice of an angel which he never lets go to waste by singing anywhere he possibly can. In the shower, in the car, around the house while doing mundane tasks, you name it. Not that you would ever complain. His voice is one of the many things about him that keep you calm and relaxed, especially at night after long gruelling work days.

And as a professional boxer, he is in a whole league of his own. As the current, longest reigning, undefeated champion in his weight category — going against men who have all wanted a taste of both the Korean fighter and the prize wrapped around his waist — only to have left empty handed, except for the bruises they obtain from their merciless rounds of scrapping with each other, Jungkook is certainly at the top of the food chain in the ring.

Jungkook is a simple man with simple goals in mind. His drive to achieve gold, crossing boundaries and mauling anybody and everything in his way to get there is certainly ranked as one of his highest. The knowledge that he reigns as the youngest champion in his weight division, tearing apart opponents and opinions — both of which always doubted him and his abilities to get where he is now.

As a boxer, he is relentless. With immense strength, stamina, speed and power, Jungkook certainly outweighs most in his division. But it isn’t just the physical attributes that got him where he is now. His body is built beautifully too. Not overdone like some athletes, but he keeps his body lean and defined and the way he uses this to his advantage in and out of the fighting ring is nothing short of mesmerising. It allows for his movements in the ring to be smooth and calculated. One punch after another to his punching bag in one-twos, one-two-threes reps, watching the equipment hypnotically rock forward and backways over and over like the pin of a metronome.

Jungkook is clever. His intelligence is higher than the average, which in turn means he is able to outsmart his opponents. He usually knows they’re next move before they know themselves, giving him ample opportunity to pick at their weaknesses easily, manoeuvring himself quickly to avoid blows. His intelligence in the ring allows his accuracy in landing punches on a moving target is no hard feat.

He certainly does have a calibre of skills to be envious of.

As the late morning sunlight begins to filter through the cracks of the blinds, the rays of warmth against your skin causes you to hum in appreciation. The raindrops on from the autumn drizzle pitter patters against the glazing of your window, paired with the downtempo, chilled out, hip-hop sampled lofi music in the background, brings in a serene atmosphere.

After what seems like hours, Jungkook finally emerges into the lounge. Shirtless, he uses the training vest to dab against his damp forehead, soaking up the sweat that accumulated during his usual daily session with the heavy boxing bag he has hanging in the home gym in the garage.

You had both recently had the gym installed. Even as a compact space, you were both able to design it perfectly to allow Jungkook to have a workstation at his feet for whenever he pleased.

A category of cardio equipment, including a treadmill with optimal pulse rate straps to wear to manage his heart rate as he works, an elliptical cross trainer, and rowing machines. Muscle toning stations are fitted to the ceiling and walls with handlebars, barbell stations, resistance bands, as well as free weights, were the most recent instalment to the facility. And of course, he keeps his boxing gear with jump ropes, hand wraps, gloves, headgear - you name it - neatly kept on the hanging shelf.

Clearly installing the gym had many benefits for everyone. For Jungkook, he can now achieve his goals without the hassle of leaving your apartment. For yourself, you get every opportunity to take in his gorgeous physique after he’s done training.

Jungkook throws his head back as he squeezes his favourite grapefruit flavoured sports drink down his throat, quenching his thirst. You use the time to gawk at your boyfriend. The sheer size of him was enough to leave your mouth watering. Standing tall, broad and lean, Jungkook is an accurate representation of an ancient Greek God — a fantasy if you will. A figure of immense strength that shows all over his body as the muscles in his arms, shoulders and back ripple under his skin with his movements.

You watch as he runs his hands through his hair. A web of tattoos with intricate detailing from his shoulder snakes down to his hands, only to be covered in more ink. The skin of his abs stretches with the lift of his arms and you softly moan as the grooves and cuts of his muscle tightens right in front of you, glittering with residue sweat in the sunlight and you watch as the drops continue their journey until they are met with the band of his training shorts which hang low on his hips, his taut abdominal muscles hiding behind the fabric. Your eyes reach the bottom of his shorts to find his newest tattoo peaking from underneath the fabric. It’s definitely your favourite. A traditional Chinese dragon is fresh on the skin of his thigh, the ink looking vibrant in its onyx state. There are chrysanthemums filling in gaps, along with well structured dotwork and deep dark intense shading surrounding the dragon. It truly represents the attributes that Jungkook carries.

Positivity, wisdom, strength and courage.

“Don’t mind me baby,” Jungkook smirks, knowing you’re fully ogling at him. A smile breaks out as he looks upon you comfortably sitting on the couch in nothing but your favourite set of loungewear. “I’m away to jump into the shower, wanna join?” He asks with a teasing raise of his brow and bottom lip caught between his teeth.

The phone in your hand is tossed to the side as you grin in response, jumping up immediately and racing towards the bathroom with your boyfriend.

The both of you are quick to pull off what little clothing you both have on. Jungkook’s hands are gentle as he lifts your shirt past your breasts and up over your head. You slowly undo the drawstrings of your own shorts, sliding them down with ease.

Jungkook turns his back to you, turning on the showering system to allow the water to heat up for you both. You use the opportunity of his back to you to place your hands on his waist, moving your nimble fingers to the centre of his stomach and tracing your fingers down the contours of firm abdomen muscles that harden under your touch before trailing them down the prominent v-line that decorates his lower body.

“You're so beautiful,” you accentuate your words by digging your nails into his skin and slithering them underneath the band of his training shorts and boxers, pulling them down and letting them pool at his feet on the floor. Slow, shallow breaths are heard from in front of you.

The mirror in front of you is clouded by the steam of the water as you peer your head around Jungkook’s broad frame, but nonetheless you manage to see the corners of Jungkook’s mouth curl into a wide smile at your words and it fills your body with warmth knowing that still after several years that your words still affect him.

Jungkook’s hand stretches out to test the temperature for you both before submerging himself underneath the showerhead. Jets of water continue to fill the porcelain as Jungkook reaches his hands for you and helps you in and swaps places with you to place you right underneath the water.

Everything about this moment is perfect. The sound of rushing water making contact with your skin is invigorating. The first minute or so, the water is scolding as you adjust to the change in temperature, but quickly you become warmed to the new climate and soon enough steam fills the room. Condensation taking to the glass screen and moistening your skin all over, your body absorbs the heat in like a sponge. For those few minutes, your mind is clear. The shower does its job to alleviate the tight pressure in your shoulders and neck. It’s bliss.

If it wasn’t for the pair of hands giving your hips a tight squeeze, you would have absolutely forgotten that there is someone else in here with you. You bask in Jungkook’s touch, lacing your own fingers with his and moving your head to rest against the hard planes of his chest.

“Mm, I’m so proud of you for last night,” you tell him.

Last night, Jungkook held his championship belt on the line against fellow Korean boxer Doh Kyung-soo, who, before last night, was undefeated in his competitions. This rightfully earned him the opportunity to go one on one with Jungkook for the Middleweight Belt.

Both of them put up a great fight, earning more views for the pay-per view event than anybody could have predicted. The event was thrilling and adrenaline fuelled with literal blood shed, sweat pouring and some light tears from your side at the moment Jungkook’s fist was raised in the air as victorious and still the undefeated champion.

Of course, round after round of fists flying means bruises, swollen skin and searing scars. Battle scars are what Jungkook likes to call them. They litter his skin all over. Some scars find home within the ink on his body and others are displayed proudly on their own, where Jungkook can proudly tell the tales of his tournaments.

He looks down at you with fondness, water pouring down you both as he plants a barrage of kisses on your forehead. You raise your head towards his so he can press a proper kiss onto your lips.

“I’d never be where I am without you, you know that?”

The kiss itself is nothing short of spectacular. Jungkook’s lips are soft with your favourite flavoured lip balm, just for your own taste. Jungkook kisses you softly and languidly, taking his time to feel the warmth of your own mouth on his. His tongue licks at your lips as his teeth gently pull on the skin. Responsively, you part your lips and tangle your tongue with Jungkook’s, slowly teasing him for more access, but as quick as the kiss had come, it stops.

Leaning down to your ear, Jungkook presses your back into his chest as his head dips to the shell of your ear before grazing at the flesh with his teeth. Your body erupts with goosebumps at the ministrations, head lolling back as you release a moan, only heard due to the proximity of you both.

You manage to switch positions in the tub, the water now cascading down Jungkook’s back as you turn to face the other direction. He tips his head back into the oncoming stream and runs his hand through his hair, feeling the strands get longer as they soak up the water from the shower and start to stick to his neck.

Jungkook picks up your shampoo and starts squeezing the citrus scented liquid into his hand and you tip your head back to allow him to lather the liquid into your hair.

As he does, you pick up your green loofah and squeeze an ample amount of soap onto the nylon ball, ready to massage it into Jungkook’s skin. The cranberry fragrance of the body wash mingles with the citrus scent of the shampoo to create a fruity concoction.

You turn around and observe Jungkook as his fingers rub into your scalp in the most relaxing manner. You observe the way his muscles ripple and shift as his hands move back and forth. Pressing your soapy loofah over his chest, you take your time working over his collarbones and pecs before moving down over his abdomen. Casting a quick glance down, you feel heat rising to your cheeks when you notice his cock semi-hard, twitching ever so slightly.

Your hand trails down as you squeeze the loofah and watch as the soap subs release from the cloth and run down his body with the water. The sight is stunning as you watch his abs tighten, glistening in the light, as the soapy concoction makes way to his cock. Your mouth waters as the soap covers his dick, the suds disappearing with the water.

“Tilt your head back, baby.”

Doing as you’re told, you walk back into the water and let it soak into your hair, washing away the products Jungkook had expertly lathered.

Once the water has filled its intended purpose, Jungkook takes the loofah from your hands and turns you around so you’re facing the shower head.

“Hands up,” he instructs.

You wrap your hands around his neck and let Jungkook squeeze the loofah into your own skin. He manages to keep one hand on your waist, giving it a gentle squeeze now and then.

He starts with an arm and follows it down to your chest and then swapping to the other to drag it down your second. Your lashes flutter as he rubs relaxing circles into your skin and you can’t help but let a moan leave your lips.

Without hesitation, Jungkook’s hand makes way to the top of your right boob and gives the loofah a squeeze once again to release more suds. From above you, his towering frame watches your nipples harden underneath the soap. His hand follows it down and grips your flesh in his hands, squeezing again and watching as your skin shows through the spaces of his hands.

This time you moan out loud, the water drowning it out but Jungkook hears you perfectly fine. His free hand comes up to the other at your chest as he swaps the loofah into his other hand and repeats his action and watches as your left nipple hardens in the same fashion as the first. His fingers find your right nipple and roll it in between his thumb and forefinger in a forwards and backwards motion under the water.

Jungkook moves forward and you feel his cock press against the swell of your ass, the tip resting at the base of your spine. You can feel him thick and heavy, twitching at the contact of your soft skin. You take that as encouragement to drop your hand from his neck and wrap it around his dick and stroke him, marvelling at the feeling of his lips meeting your neck, the graze of his teeth on your skin. Your hand gently pumps him in a steady rhythm as you pay attention to running your thumb along the vein with every stroke and squeezing at the tip.

“I want to be inside you,” Jungkook whispers into the crook of your neck and you bite your lip at his words.

You nod your confirmation and Jungkook spreads his legs to balance himself as the water continues to pour from the showerhead. Reaching down, he grabs one of your legs and holds it behind your knee with his forearm to open your legs for him, your pussy opening for his hard cock.

“You have no idea how fucking hot you are,” you mewl into his ear, before nipping it, your fingers tracing the long wet strands of black hair that are sticking to his cheek, strands ending under his jaw due to the grown out length.

With your words, Jungkook tilts his head and presses a searing hot kiss to your lips. It’s immediately passionate and filled with desire for each other as you reciprocate. You let your lips part and slide your tongue with his as his lips smack against yours. He still tastes like your favourite lip balm and it makes you smile into the kiss. The kiss is broken as your leg is lifted higher and you feel the tip of his leaking cock pressing against your slick entrance.

He presses into you slowly but with enough vigour that there is no resistance. The girth of his cock stretches you wide deliciously and you swallow hard, your body warms with desire and your thighs quiver in pleasure.

Another slow thrust is delivered from behind you and Jungkook is fully inside you, his tip pressing enticingly against your cervix. The feeling of being so full of Jungkook intensifies with every inch that he sheathes inside of you.

“You’re such a good girl for me, baby,” Jungkook babbles,caught in his own pleasure. You can feel his breathing become ragged and trembles as he tries to steady his breath.

“You always feel so good when I fuck you.”

One of your hands wraps around his neck once more as the other finds home on the cold titled wall in front of you, helping you keep your balance steady as Jungkook finally picks up his speed.

“Just want to take care of you J-Jungkook. You always make me feel so good,” you mewl through gritted teeth as Jungkook continues to thrust into you. His fingers tangle in your hair to pull your neck back so he can press a bruising open mouth kiss onto your lips.

His thrusts are vigorous and your body shivers as his pace becomes rampant. The sounds of skin slapping together drowns out the sound of the water jetting against the porcelain floor. It is a tell-tale sign that Jungkook is chasing his orgasm and you can’t help but clench around him to assist him reaching his high.

“Fuck, baby, you’ve got the tighest cunt, gonna make me come so much, f-fuck!” You lean into him and let him kiss the side of your neck tenderly, moving pieces of your own hair out of the way. You peer down and watch as he drags his cock in and out and back in again, the sounds of your wet pussy squelching with every thrust is obscene and draws Jungkook closer to his orgasm.

You can’t help but clench again and again, your body feels full, your breathing hitches in your throat and your body is electrified.

“M-more,” he punctuates the word with a thrust, “nearly,” and another thrust, “there,” and another.

Jungkook becomes desperate to come. He places a hand at the bottom stomach and presses down, feeling the way your skin protrudes as his length enters you and presses through your cervix. The other hand finds your clit and rubs it in generous circles, causing you to clench around him harder. Your own slick builds at the assault from Jungkook’s fingers on your clit and you scream as your body becomes sensitive to his touch. He ruts into you once more, his hand on your tummy pressing for the last time as he finally stills against you. His cock twitches once, twice and his head rolls back as he finally comes, shooting ropes of sticky white into your swollen pussy.

In his state of euphoria, Jungkook’s head plants itself on top of your shoulder, his hair falling forward and sticking to your skin as well as his own. You both bask in the feeling of being both filled and spent. He tightens his grip around your waist and squeezes you lovingly and kisses your shoulder, peppering wet licks up to your jaw. His cock softens gradually albeit still twitching inside of your cunt as the last remaining droplets drip from his slit.

Happy that he isn’t leaking any further, Jungkook places your shaking leg back down and pulls himself out of your pussy slowly, carefully knowing you’ll be sensitive..

Jungkook helps you clean you both off once more before turning the water off. Stepping out first, he grabs a towel and wraps it around his hips, securing it together and then reaching for another for you. Gently, he helps you out of the shower and wraps your own towel around your body.

“Thank you,” you place a kiss on his cheek.

The shower did its job by allowing you a moment to relax and spend time with your boyfriend. It was now mid afternoon and the rain outside had picked up exponentially. The sounds of soft pitter patters now thundering against the double glazed windows, yet somehow it still remained warm indoors with your own ray of sun entering the room as you relaxed into the couch.

With your phone in your hand, you don’t pay any attention to Jungkook as he falls to his knees in front of you, his hands placed on both of your thighs and trailing down towards you as he continues to lower himself on the ground. His head tilts to the side, lips peppering little kisses on your left leg from your knee, down to your calf until he reaches your ankle and placing a final kiss on the bone.

You moan at the attention Jungkook is bestowing onto your lower body. His hands apply a little more pressure on your ankle as he pulls them apart from each other, effective in widening your legs for his viewing pleasure.

“Hm, baby,” you hear him say with a low, quiet voice; feeling his lips ghosting themselves back on your leg. This time though, they’re parted and you can feel the moisture from his hot breath against your skin and you shiver in response.

Your free hand reaches in between your legs in search of Jungkook, in search of any part of him you can get a hold of and pull. You continue to scroll through your socials on your phone when you decide to open Twitter.

Scrolling through social media can be a mundane pastime. Something neither of you do regularly as you try your hardest to keep away from negativity and false headlines. But on the odd occasion, you do like to suck yourself in and dive into the world of current events through the glorious app.

You see Jungkook from the top of your phone, watching as his tongue darts past his lips and flattens it on your skin before sealing it with a wet kiss. You smile behind the screen of your phone and go back to scrolling through your phone, finding some delight in the trending topic section.

Jungkook eagerly forwards himself towards your crotch, close enough to feel the warmth radiate from your core. You flatten your thighs and sink yourself further into the fabric of the couch below you. You feign attention on the mobile device and bask in the pleasure that comes from the tip of Jungkook’s tongue pressing the smallest amount of pressure onto your clit from across the lace of your panties. Your tummy tightens and you moan lightly as you feel your boyfriend taking a generous sniff of your honeyed scent, knowing that below the useless and now wet fabric that there is sweet ambrosia awaiting just for him and in response to that knowledge, you hear him release a deep throaty groan against your clothed pussy, the sound vibrating through you, causing your hips to arch to chase the feeling of your boyfriends tongue

As he continues the assault on your pussy, something on your screen catches your eye and your attention shifts from Jungkook’s tongue to the glare of your phone. Holding it in front of your face, you can see a thread of videos from a name you had never heard of. The start of the thread had Jungkook’s name written in the title, along with a string of words as a means to call him out.

You take slight interest in this and click on the beginning of the thread. Usually these things are home made videos by young men calling on Jungkook to take them on. Most of them aren’t fighters but just people behind a screen, trolling, pretending to be tough enough to take him on. If you ever come across this type of content, you just laugh it off and continue on scrolling.

However based off of the video thumbnail, the first video in the sequence looks like it’s taken from a professional boxing ring. There is a crowd around this boxer as he stands in the ring, one foot on either side of his opponent who you presume has just been taken down by the unknown man in the Twitter videos.

Curiosity takes over you as you click on the first video. The sound starts up to a blank screen, the sound of punches being thrown and connecting to something, or from the sound of the grunts, someone. As the screen lights up, this is when you are introduced to the crowd surrounding the man in the ring.

“What are you watching?” Jungkook murmurs as he takes two fingers and ghosts them up and down your pussy. He presses them lightly against the centre of your panties and presses, feeling the wet slick that has gathered from his teasing touches wet the pads of his fingers through the material.

The sound of the video continues, as you listen to this person talk about his victory over the opponent who is stirring back to consciousness below him.

“Hoseok, people are calling you the ultimate underdog, what are your thoughts and response on this claim?” The man interviewing him asks.

You watch on as the guy who you now know as Jung Hoseok pulls out his mouthguard, a trail of saliva following before he begins answering the question.

You lose your focus on the video as the pressure of Jungkook’s fingers causes your eyelids to flutter. You try to concentrate on the video playing as much as you can, trying to take in every word Jung Hoseok says as your want to know grows.

What you can gather is this man’s media training is spot on from what you have listened too, with poised and professional responses. But you’re once again torn from the screen as both of Jungkook’s hands move to your sides slowly and slips his fingers between your hips and your underwear.

The warmth of his skin feels blissful against your own as he begins to pull them both garments down, pulling his lower lip in between his teeth as he grins up at you when he watches as your slick coats the lace and your inner thighs.

“Jungkook,” you moan out loud, “d-do you know him?” Your words stutter as they fall from your lips as the cool air makes contact with your cunt.

Jungkook doesn’t register your words as he watches as your string of arousal snaps and coats your thigh in thick arousal, causing him to grunt once more and press a kiss to your lower thigh, right above your knee.

“J-Jungkook?” You try again.

“What is it babe?”

Gathering your words once more, you reask your question about the unknown man in the videos. You turn your phone around to show who it is you’re asking about.

He raises his head and looks at your phone. Barely a few seconds go by and Jungkook goes back to wrapping his arms around your thighs, palms resting against your legs to pull you further towards your mouth.

“Jungkook!” You giggle, surprise in your voice as he places each leg over his shoulders.

He shrugs in response. “Yeah, I know him briefly,” he starts, lowering his head back towards your cunt. He points his tongue, closes his eyes and runs the wet muscle along your slit from your ass to your clit. You can’t help but lift your hips to chase his mouth. Your grip on your phone tightens as your knuckles turn white. “Don’t know him that well. He isn’t on my level babe,” he finishes with a wink.

Jungkook flattens his tongue this time dives straight in for your clit, watching as a trail of his saliva drags across your clenching pussy. Your instant reaction is to close your thighs around his head and you can’t help but giggle when Jungkook groans from the pressure on either side of his head.

“What are you thinking about?” You ask, wondering if he had seen this thread before or at least heard what you are playing. As you finish your sentence, Jungkook releases your legs from clenching around him, the cold air once again making you shiver and temporarily forget what you asked.

He spreads your legs and noses at the apex of your thighs, taking in the scent of your arousal in between your legs. You moan quietly and tug his head closer to your sweet cunt. “I’m thinking about eating your pussy right here.”

Jungkook licks over your wet folds teasingly. And again. Taking your clit into his mouth, he sucks harshly, causing a multitude of whines and whimpers to greet the open air.

You whine, something missing. “Please, fingers, please.”

You pick up your phone once more and unlock the screen. Opening up the Twitter page and scrolling until you find the most recent video posted from sixteen hours ago attached to the thread. You play the video, waiting with small anticipation to hear exactly what is being said from this Hoseok person.

Jungkook leans back in and dives straight back into your pussy, his fingers part your lips as he drops his head and slurps at your juices. Sticking his tongue in your hole, he laps up every drop of precum leaking from your pussy.

Following your demand, Jungkook brings his thumb up and presses into your clit as he eases his forefinger inside you. He works his finger in and out of you for a moment, watching as your hand comes down and fists into his hair as you open your legs further for him. The deep breathing of Hoseok and gravelly sound of his voice seeps out of your speakers once more as Jungkook’s attention is half on the video. You pull at his hair hard as your focus is split between Jungkook making out with your cunt and the video of your boyfriend being trash talked.

“He’s never fought anyone with an ounce of skill. He’s picked at the easiest lot, giving him a false power trip when he beats them,” Hoseok hypes. “Take Kyung-soo for example… the kid is a novice. Beating someone like Kyung-soo is not an occasion where nearly half that hype was deserved…”

You arch your back in pleasure as his tongue sucks and laps inside you, rubbing along your inner walls, back and forth deliciously. The contrast of the cold air and his hot mouth on you have you lifting your hips for him to take more of you.

You exit out of the video and hear Jungkook let out a bitter laugh at the words from Jung Hoseok. The vibrations from his laugh causes you to shiver. His tongue kisses his teeth and then proceeds to probe against his cheek the same way he does when he becomes irritable. Looking up from between your legs, Jungkook watches you lazily scroll through your phone. His

The next video beneath it reads:

“Jung Hoseok CALLS OUT Undefeated Reigning World Middleweight Champion Jeon Jungkook To Fight On The Grandest Stage in Las Vegas.”

Clicking on the new thumbnail, you feel Jungkook's pace subconsciously pick up as the words from Hoseok seem to be making some effect over him and he is taking it out on your messy cunt. In this video, you can see that Jung Hoseok has set his camera up in the corner of the boxing ring in what looks like a dark training centre. There is a free standing heavy duty boxing bag set up in the middle with targets spread across the synthetic vinyl.

“...This is what real boxers do. Jeon is not a real boxer. I have been prompting him and his team to fight me for several weeks now and we’ve had NOTHING!! No responses, no correspondence, nothing!” Hoseok stops talking momentarily as he opts for showboating to the camera, throwing fists into the bag in front of him. Impressively, he hits the marks on the targets one after another in a perfect sequence, something both you and Jungkook don’t want to admit. After a minute of punching, he stops and turns to the camera once again. “Real fighters make fights fucking happen. You’re scared. You’re scared of me. And if you aren’t, then fucking prove it. Put your title on the line against me and I promise I’ll make it worth your time…”

Looking down at Jungkook, you can see his brow is furrowed, the words of Hoseok clearly affecting him more than he wants to let on. “Babe, are you okay?” You ask breathlessly.

Jungkook adds a second finger into the mix and fucks them into you harder, feeling you open up further. Your eyes tighten in pleasure as he sinks in knuckle deep and curls them at the very last moment, caressing every inch of your walls and scissoring you at a rapid pace. The sounds of your juices squelching obscenely is all Jungkook wants to focus on. “You’re so fucking hot like this. But if you’re going to use your phone, at least be useful and record me fucking you with my tongue” he mouths into your pussy and the coil in your stomach tightens with his words of what’s away to happen.

Your clit is beyond overstimulated and your muscles tighten as he is two knuckles deep inside of you; it’s all exactly what you need to drive you over the edge with a pathetic squeal.

Your body tenses and your thighs tighten around his head once again, trapping him there while your mouth opens and your eyes roll back as an inaudible scream takes over you. You ride out your intense orgasm and while your body is falling apart, Jungkook doesn't stop, roughly finger fucking you through your high, overstimulating you and causing a second orgasm to rip through you.

Minutes go by and by the time your orgasm has subsided, your body feels light and overall drained of every possible feeling. You’re able to settle your breathing eventually. You press the back of your hand on your forehead and dab away at the built up perspiration that had gathered. Your legs continue to tremble from your orgasm as Jungkook moves your legs from his shoulders one by one and places a kiss on each of your thighs.

In your moment of lust, you had totally forgotten about the video you had playing. Picking up your phone once more, putting in your passcode and watching as the video plays automatically where it left off.

Hoseok continues. “You claim you’re the best, you claim you’re the greatest boxer of our generation but so far you haven’t given me or anybody else any proof of that. Holding a title belt proves nothing if you can’t own it correctly.” You both stay silent, the room feeling smaller as you listen. “You’re nothing Jeon if you can’t prove it. I could spark you. You nickname yourself ‘Lights Out’, but I’ll be the one to shut your lights out in minutes. I am giving you the biggest opportunity of your fighting career, at least be man enough to take me on…”

When it looks like Hoseok is coming towards the camera to eventually turn it off, he stops right in front of the lens and shows a tauntingly sinister smile. Lifting a boxing glove up to his mouth, he undoes the velcro strap around his wrist with his teeth and shimmies the glove from his hand, freeing it to eventually take off the other. He spits out towards the ring mat and looks one final time into the camera lens. This is a much different man to the one who had primed and composed responses in the first video.

“And bring your girl with you — if we’re not going to bet money and title belts then I’d absolutely bet on her ass.”

Those are the last words before the camera is cut off.

Both your body and Jungkook’s seize at the mention of you. Bringing you into his call out is a low jab to Jungkook and causes a tense clouded atmosphere to fill the room. Normally when someone is trying to catch Jungkook’s attention, they take hits at his fighting skills but nobody has gone far enough as to mention his relationship.

Hoseok seems to have found Jungkook’s one weak spot and is pressing his fists into it, attempting to rile and wake up the bear. It’s clever but insanely stupid on Hoseok’s part. But if he wants a reaction, he is certainly getting it.

“Jungkook, what are you going to do?” You ask weakly, almost like you are the one that has overstepped a boundary.

He moves his arm from your grip, stands up and you drop the phone onto the fabric of the couch. Jungkook begins pacing back and forth around the room in front of you, a look of seriousness and concentration laced with anger is etched onto his features.

Turning around to make his way out of the room, he snatches his own phone from the dining table and leaves the room.

You pick up your phone and scroll through the comment section of the video to find it filled with peoplefrom all around the world who are eager to see this fight happen. There are remarks around you thrown in there and you can only hope that Jungkook doesn’t see them. But you know that won’t be the case as this is now all plastered on social media. News outlets are bound to pick this up.

Five minutes pass and Jungkook ventures back into the living room. He doesn’t look quite as antagonised as he did when he finished the video and left the room, but you know to allow him a moment to think and calculate his next move. Jungkook looks at you sympathetically and bends down to pick you up. You’re quick to wrap your legs around his lithe waist as his hands secure you from your ass.

Jungkook kisses your lips with vigour, a little harder than earlier as he pushes his tongue against your lips and tangles with your own. It’s a little messy but filled with hunger.

“What are you going to do, baby?” You whisper against his lips, reattaching your mouth to his once more as he tightens his grip on your ass and pulls you impossibly closer.

Breaking the kiss once more, Jungkook looks into your eyes and smiles. “He wants a fight? Then he’s getting a fucking fight.”

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The Kiss (prof!bucky x f!reader)

AU- Professor/Student

Pairing: professor!bucky x f!reader (any race)

WC: 4.2k

Summary: You’ve always had a crush on Professor Barnes… little did you know he has been hiding some feelings of his own

Warnings: age difference, fluff, oral (f receiving), smut (p in v), pet names (Sir, sweetheart, baby), praise

A/N: this is my entry for @the-slumberparty Week 4 challenge! the AU I got was professor/student and I've been wanting to write this for a long time!!! I hope you guys enjoy <3

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“That’s it for today. You’re all dismissed.” Book bags and jackets zip loudly as the small lecture center begins to empty. You start packing up your things, but you don’t get out of your seat yet. This certainly has been your favorite of all the classes you’ve taken in the past four years. White Collar Crime, taught by Professor Barnes, is one of the most interesting courses you’ve taken, and you also love the professor.

Prof. Barnes is a lawyer by day, and a lecturer by evening, as he says. And though he’s often incredibly busy with cases, it's easy to see how passionate he is about teaching. You watch as he packs up his belongings, a few students quickly asking him questions about the upcoming exam. Prof. Barnes used to seem scary and intimidating to you, but after a few weeks, you started catching glimpses of his grin, of light in his eye, and you’ve been a goner ever since.

His features are sharp, and he always looks so put together. His brown hair is clipped close on the sides and kept short on top, which suits his personality well. His broody exterior is one that most people fear, but it just draws you in, and you can’t seem to stay away.

You grab your things and start toward the front of the room. Typically, you make up a question as an excuse to talk to him, but today you have a real one. You’re the last student in the room, and Prof. Barnes is already watching you approach.

“Hi,” you greet, rocking back and forth on your heels momentarily. “Last week, you mentioned being able to go over our exam answers with you, so we know what to study. Could I schedule time with you to do that?” You do your best not to let your eyes drift from his, but it’s tough. His shirts are always perfectly tailored to him, showing off his broad shoulders and strong legs.

Prof. Barnes doesn’t smile, but you can see the warmth in his eyes, which is better, in your opinion. “Of course. Do you have time now? This was my last class of the evening, so we can just go right to my office.” Your heart stutters in your chest at his words. You’ve gone to his office hours a few times, but there’ve always been other students outside or in the office with you. You’ve never been alone with him like that.

And as it turns out, you don’t have anything going on for the rest of the night. “That works for me,” you say, grinning. Prof. Barnes leads the way out of the lecture hall and to the building where his office is. Even though neither of you speaks the entire way, you’re buzzing. He walks close enough that sometimes your arms brush, and you can smell his cologne.

When you arrive in his office, Prof. Barnes instructs you to sit across from him at his desk while he gets everything ready. The office is filled with books and papers, organized in a way that doesn’t quite make sense to you, but you can imagine it’s perfect for Prof. Barnes. Your eyes trail over the spines of the books, and you notice that not all are law books, but many of them are classics.

“So, here’s your last exam,” he says, pulling your attention back to him. Prof. Barnes has laid out your scantron page as well as the exam itself, and has your grades pulled up on his computer. “You did very well, which I’m not surprised by, and the questions you did get wrong, the whole class struggled with.” Your mind short-circuits as he speaks. He’s paid enough attention to you not to be surprised by your good grade? The class itself isn’t very big, all things considered, but there are 50 students, and this isn’t the only class he teaches.

“Oh, thank you, Sir,” you reply shyly, surprised that that’s what you called him. You’ve never addressed him that way, but you love how it felt. The corner of his mouth tips up into an almost smile as he suppresses a slight shiver.

“You don’t have to call me that,” he adds, flipping through the exam booklet. You quirk an eyebrow, silently asking him to elaborate, but he doesn’t. He finds the first question you got wrong. “So here’s what you said,” he points to your answer on the scantron. “What do you think the right answer is?”

His bright blue eyes watch you as you think, tracing over your features like he’s trying to analyze you. You try not to shrink under his gaze.

“Differential association?” You suggest, not entirely sure of the response, but the way Prof. Barnes’ eyes light up tells you you’re right.

“Correct,” he says, marking down your answer on a new sheet of paper. “Good girl.” The words slip out, almost as if he didn’t mean for you to hear them, but you did, and they go straight to your lower belly, lighting a spark. Prof. Barnes doesn’t acknowledge what he’s said, opting to continue through the other questions you missed.

Each time you answer a question correctly, he smiles a little more, and looks a little more pleased. But all you can focus on is how he called you ‘good girl’. It echoes through your head, making your heart beat faster and heat lick in your belly.

As you answer the last question, Prof. Barnes’ tongue traces over his lower lip. Your eyes track the movement, and you suck in a breath. He nods, indicating your answer is correct and clasps his hands on the desk.

“You’re more than ready for the exam,” he tells you, keeping eye contact. “You need to give yourself more credit, and trust that you know the answer. You’re smart. Trust your gut, okay?” You nod, unable to tear your eyes away from his.

“Thank you, Sir,” you say, voice breathy. Alarm bells go off in your head that you’ve definitely alerted Prof. Barnes to the state that you’re in, but honestly, you don’t care. You’re sure women throw themselves at him constantly, probably even some students. He’s handsome in that classic way, strong features and bright eyes. He knows he’s attractive; he knows people want him.

He’s close enough that if you leaned in a bit, you could kiss him. You’re desperate to know what his lips would feel like against yours, what he’d taste like. Would he hold your face to lead the kiss? Would his fingers tangle in your hair?

Even though you don’t want to, you stand and gather your things. As you walk toward the door, you hear Prof. Barnes approach. He reaches the door before you and stands in front of it, blocking your exit.

He opens his mouth but closes it immediately like he isn’t sure what to say. His eyebrows furrow, and he takes a deep breath. “You liked it,” he states, as if that’s enough information for you to go off of. When you don’t respond, he continues. “You liked when you called me ‘sir’ and when I said you were a good girl.” His voice doesn’t waver, but he fists his hands like he’s holding himself back from something.

Your lips fall open, stunned at his observation. The way he’s speaking to you now makes the coil in your belly tighten, thinking about how he’d called you a good girl only fueling the feeling.

“You’re easy to read,” he continues. “You always stay after class to ask me questions. You come to my office hours when we both know damn well you don’t need the help. You bit your lip when you called me ‘sir’. You shivered when I called you ‘good girl’.” Your breathing has sped up, causing your chest to heave.

You don’t know what to say. You’re not sure you’d know how to speak even if you had the words.

“You thought I wouldn't figure it out, didn’t you, sweetheart?” He steps toward you, grips your jacket, which you’ve been clutching to your chest this whole time, and tugs it from your arms. “You thought I hadn’t seen you, that I hadn’t noticed you.”

You nod as he closes the distance between you. His smell invades your nostrils, making you feel dizzy.

“Well, I noticed, sweetheart.” Prof. Barnes places his hands on the sides of your jaw, thumbs brushing over your cheeks. He’s giving you time to pull away, giving you an out. But you don’t want it. You rest your hands in the bend of his arms and nod, giving him the permission he needs.

Prof. Barnes leans in and kisses you, pressing his lips gently to yours. He tilts your head slightly like you imagined he would, but you could never have imagined how soft his lips are. How good it feels to have his breath wash over your cheek. He tastes like coffee and something sweet, something distinctly him. He pulls you closer, removing the small space between your bodies, leaving you pressed against his chest. Prof. Barnes’ left hand leaves your face, shifting to cup the side of your neck before sliding down your back. It settles on your lower back, pressing you into him even more.

You whimper into the kiss at the feeling of him, of being so close, and he takes the opportunity to nip at your bottom lip. When he pulls away, you’re breathless. “You taste so sweet,” he muses, a smile growing on his face. “Just like I knew you would.”

For the next two weeks, Professor Barnes cancels class. Even when he’s busy with a case, he never cancels; he just switches the class to online. You can’t help but feel like it’s because of you. Because of the kiss.

The kiss.

It plays on repeat in your head; it follows you into your dreams. How his lips molded to yours and his hands held your head, how they pressed you into him. It was all so perfect; it felt so right. But maybe it didn’t feel that way for Prof. Barnes. After he’d kissed you, you’d stayed for a little longer, wrapped up in him, but he got a call and had to leave right after. He’d kissed you on the way out, saying he’d see you soon, but you haven’t.

You were supposed to have Prof. Barnes’ class today. It was supposed to be a review day for the exam next class, but again, class is canceled. Once you finish your morning classes, you have no reason to stay on campus, so you start walking back to your apartment. Your phone buzzes, and when you pull it out, you find another text from your roommate begging you to go out tonight. You’ve been trying to get out of it, but you’re in the mood for a distraction, so you give in.

Later that night, you find yourself at one of the bars near campus. It’s not as packed as you thought, so you go to the bar and almost immediately get the bartender’s attention. He leans over the bar to hear you better, but you don’t miss the way his eyes roam over your figure before reaching your eyes again.

“What can I getcha?” He asks, giving you a smile. You rattle off your order and something for your roommate and make pleasant, if not flirtatious, conversation with the bartender. He’s cute but not really your type. Your type these days has been older, broodier, more intense…

You need to stop thinking about Professor Barnes. You need to get him out of your system.

The bartender, whose name you’ve learned is Troy, sets your drinks down in front of you with a wink, and you smile in return, sliding the cash over to him. Your roommate grabs her drink quickly before running off to say hi to one of her other friends, leaving you at the bar alone. You turn around to find somewhere a little less crowded when you feel someone’s eyes on you.

It takes you a second, but your gaze connects with two familiar bright blue eyes, and your breath catches in your throat.

Bucky

She saw me.

I watch as the bartender gets her attention again, and though I can’t hear what they’re saying, I see her smile at him. I clench my teeth at the sight. The bartender slides something across the bar to her, and she looks surprised but accepts it, tucking it into the back pocket of her tight jeans.

She looks incredible tonight in her fitted shirt and those jeans that make her ass look perfect. The bartender gets pulled away to do his job, and I watch as the woman that has occupied my thoughts for so long turns back around and finds me in the crowd.

She is like a ray of fucking sunshine, so bright in my life, and as she walks toward me slowly, I can practically feel her warmth already. She approaches me tentatively like she’s worried I’ll disappear the moment she gets close enough to touch.

“Professor Barnes,” she whispers, but I hear her despite the noise of the crowd. It’s pathetic, the way my cock hardens just at her voice, but she has me wrapped around her little finger, whether she realizes it or not.

“Sweetheart,” I reply. I don’t miss the way she shivers, the way heat flares in her eyes.

“Where’ve you been?” She asks, fiddling with the straw in her drink. She’s avoiding eye contact, but I want to see her beautiful eyes. I stand, towering over her, and that gets her attention. She tilts her head up, and I have to stifle a groan at the sight of her looking up at me with those doe eyes.

“Did you miss me, sweetheart?” She nods just a little as if her head did it without her mind’s consent. I let my fingers trail up her bare arm, her skin soft against my calloused hand, until my hand cups her jaw. She leans into my touch, and I brush my thumb over her cheek.

I lean in, getting close enough that her shaking breaths fan over my face, and whisper, “I missed you too.” She tilts her head to try and kiss me, but I hold her face still. We’re in a bar on campus full of students. I can’t risk us being seen like this. Even touching her is dangerous.

“Oh.” She sounds defeated, and my chest squeezes. I’m not rejecting her. Quite the opposite, actually.

“The things I want to do to you, sweetheart,” I tell her, leaning my forehead against hers. “I cannot do in this bar.” Her breath stutters and her eyes glaze over with need. She quickly downs her drink and finds her roommate to tell her she’s leaving. When she returns to me, her nerves and excitement pour from her, and I feel myself beginning to smile.

“Where are we going?” She asks, her tongue darting out to wet her lower lip. I tangle my fingers with her and tug her toward the door. My car is parked a block away. I didn’t drink. I didn’t come here to drink, so I’m good to drive.

The drive to my place is only about 10 minutes, but it feels like hours. I grip the steering wheel so tightly that my knuckles go pale. I’m desperate to taste her again, to feel her writhing against me. I’d wanted to take her right then and there in my office, but it was too risky. I’m so close to having her after waiting for what’s felt like forever.

We pull into the driveway of my house, and I watch her take a deep breath. I can tell she’s nervous, but I also see the way she’s watching my every move, the way she so clearly wants me.

I shut the front door behind her, and I’m on her. I press her back against the door and kiss her. She tastes so fucking good, so soft and sweet against my lips. She grips my jacket as my fingers tangle in her hair. My tongue swipes across the seam of her lips, and she opens for me with a moan.

“You’re so sweet, baby,” I whisper against her lips. She shudders, arching against me. My cock is hard in my jeans, and I grind against her to show her just how much she affects me. I kiss her again, drinking in the way she reacts to every touch.

“Please,” she moans. I pull back slightly and take in the way her face is twisted in pleasure.

“Please, what, sweetheart?” She furrows her brows in frustration, and I can’t help but smirk as she does it. She’s so worked up, but I want her begging.

She pants for a moment before finding her words. “I just need you,” she whispers. “Please, Sir, I need you so bad.” Her voice comes out a needy whine, and the way she calls me sir nearly sends me over the edge.

“Good girl.” I press a bruising kiss to her again before I pick her up princess-style. I walk her up the stairs to my bedroom and toss her on my bed. I can’t believe I haven’t done this sooner, that I tried to deny myself the pleasure of seeing her on my bed, panting and wanting.

I shrug off my jacket and toss it aside before approaching the bed. She looks up at me with big doe eyes, those eyes that watch me every time we’re in class, the ones that I’ve seen in my dreams. I lean over the bed and grab her ankles, tugging her until her legs hang over the edge.

She watches my hands as I run my hands up her legs, appreciating every beautiful curve of her body. My fingers tease the skin above her waistband. I move to unbutton her jeans, waiting for her to tell me to go on, and once she nods, I peel them off her.

I am breathless, utterly hypnotized by her as I kneel at the foot of the bed. Her panties are simple, lacy and black, and when I run my thumb up and down over her pussy, she lets out the most beautiful moan.

“You know how long I’ve wanted this?” I ask, rubbing a circle over her clit. She shakes her head, fisting the sheets. “Since the day I saw you, I’ve wanted you. Every time you came to my office, I wanted to kick everyone out and put you over my desk. I’ve wanted to keep you after class every day, have you moaning my name so loud it would echo in the lecture hall.”

When she lets out a strangled moan, I pull her panties down and revel in how gorgeous and wet she is. I tuck her panties into my pocket and run my hands over her bare skin. She shivers and tries to pull her legs together, but I don’t let her.

“I’ve wanted to taste you since I saw you. You gonna let me taste you, sweetheart?” I ask, adding a teasing tone to my voice.

“Please,” she begs. “Please, Sir.” I grin at her pussy and dive in. The second my tongue swipes over her pussy she arches, her fingers digging into my hair. She lets out a string of expletives as I suck her clit and explore her perfect cunt.

She tastes so much better than I ever could have imagined, and I know I’ll be addicted to this forever. She is so responsive, so sensitive to every swipe of my tongue, and all it does is make me work harder for her. I graze my teeth over her clit, and she jolts but pulls my hair more, guiding me to exactly where she wants me.

I work her up more and more until I feel her trembling beneath me. “You wanna come, sweetheart?” I ask, sliding a finger into her pussy. She’s hot and tight around my finger, and I feel her clench around it.

“Yes, please,” she replies, voice breathy from the pleasure. I click my tongue in mock-disappointment. I nip at her inner thigh, soothing the bite with a kiss.

“Please, who? Who’s making you feel good? Who’s gonna make you come?” She squirms a little and tries to get me to keep eating her out, but I don’t give in, no matter how much I want to keep tasting her.

“Please, Sir,” she amends. “You’re making me feel so good, please, Sir. I need you so bad.”

“Such a good girl,” I groan. I double my efforts on her clit and slide a second finger inside her, hitting a spot that makes her twitch.

Her legs tighten around my head as she comes, and it takes everything in me to not come right along with her. I ease up when I notice her getting too sensitive and kiss my way up her body.

“You’re perfect,” I tell her, sucking a mark on her neck. She helps me pull her shirt and bra off before she starts working my shirt off as well. A moment later, we’re both naked, and I love the way her eyes trace over every inch of me.

She pulls me in for another kiss, and I lean on my forearms, keeping myself hovering just over her.

“I’ve wanted this for so long,” she tells me between kisses. “Wanted you for so long.” I grin into the kiss, then pull away to dig through my bedside table for a condom. She watches with hooded, lust-filled eyes.

“This okay?” I ask, rolling the condom onto myself. I don’t think I’ve ever been this hard in my life. I don’t think I’ve ever wanted someone how I want her.

She nods enthusiastically. “Please, Sir, please fuck me.” My head lulls back at her words.

I line myself up with her pussy and push in just a little, watching her face contort. Inch by inch, I sink inside her wet heat, and once I’m fully inside her, I let out a low moan. I give her a moment to adjust before I pull out and slam back in.

I know I should be gentle, that I should warm her up to this, but I can’t. There will be time for gentleness, and now’s not that time. I set a brutal, deep pace, and she takes it like the good girl she is.

Her fingers scrape down my back as she urges me on, legs wrapping around me to keep me close. I knew she’d be able to take it. I knew she’d be good for me. I tell her over and over how perfect she feels, how good she’s taking me, and every word of praise makes her squeeze tighter around me.

“Oh my god, I’m so close,” she moans.

“Come for me, sweetheart. Come all over my dick.” I keep doing what I know she likes and watch as she falls apart beneath me. I’ve never seen anything more beautiful than this. Than her. Once she comes down from her high, I switch our position. I turn her over and hike her ass up, keeping her head low on the mattress. My mouth waters as I press into her again. Her jaw drops open, and her eyes squeeze shut, and I start fucking her again.

Each sound she makes goes straight to my cock. Every moan, every whimper, brings me closer to the edge. I grip her hips hard, but I don’t care if I’m leaving marks. I want her to see them, to run her fingers over them as she thinks about the way I made her come on my cock.

My hips start to stutter, my thrust getting sloppy as I get closer and closer to coming. I wish I could fill her up and see my cum drip out of her, but I know we’re not there yet. I haul her chest up, pressing her back to my front, and snake my hands around her. One of my hands cups her neck, not choking her but gripping it, and the other teases her breast. My fingers tweak her nipple, and she jolts in my hold.

“You like it when I fuck you like this?” I ask, punctuating my words with deeper thrusts. She moans but doesn’t answer. “Answer me, sweetheart,” I say, practically scolding her.

“Fuck, I love it so much, Sir.” Her voice is strung out with pleasure. The hand that has been playing with her breasts falls to her pussy, and I tease her clit, pulling another orgasm out of her. She’s so loud when she comes, and it pulls me over with her.

I come hard, my vision blacking out on the edges, and we collapse together on the bed.

We watch each other as we come down from our highs. She smiles sheepishly at me, and I kiss away any doubts that might be clouding her mind right now. “That was perfect,” I tell her, kissing her nose.

“Thank you, Sir,” she replies. I pull her close to me, wrapping her in my arms.

“You know you don’t have to call me that,” I remind her. She tilts her head up to keep eye contact, and I love the light that shines in her beautiful eyes.

“What should I call you then?”

“Bucky.” She smiles at the nickname my friend gave me when we were younger.

“Well, it’s nice to meet you, Bucky.” She giggles as I kiss her, and I lock that sound away, keeping it somewhere I’ll never lose it.

“Nice to meet you, sweetheart.”

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🌟•:{Iter Astra}:•💫

In hindsight, he probably shouldn’t have jolted up the moment he saw a humanoid lizard with sharp ass teeth, cause that headache and ringing ears was not worth making said orange and black monitor lizard with horns, also, jolt. Actually it looked like he scared the shit out of everything in the other cells, whoops at least he knows everyone else knows now.

His cell was less wide then the others and it has a cubby like area at the top, back and only solid wall, it was about seven and a half feet up, with a gap between the tile that he could probably put his fingers in so he could climb that easier. There were many different types of aliens, some sentient some not, in neighboring cells.

One cell to his left and four to his right that he can see residents in but, there was definitely more probably twelve to sixteen and he can also hear at least one other floor under him. He was much smaller than all of them, since the stupid height average in space is six to seven feet tall for sentients that looked like the prey species. Though most of them still have claws, sharp teeth and/or talons, so like the animals back on Earth, they probably could still eat him if they hadn’t been fed for awhile.

Whatever they drugged him with made him feel a little dizzy and nauseous so he laid back down. He did not whimper. He was just… unwell. *Yea. That was it.* He wasn’t scared because he was in space jail with predators and lost his brother... He was just feeling a bit sick. The lights seemed to be strong UV lights given the fact that he can see his Blaschko lines *I really hope I don’t get skin cancer from this or something. Why do they use UV lights in the first place.*

Every now and then, he’d look at the aliens in the other cells, they were interesting to look at and he was curious. There were aliens that walked outside his cell too and they wore armor and they either had more muscle or spikes. One looked dull purple humanoid scorpion, that one was staring at him for a little too long in his opinion. He tried to commit how often they passed by to memory. It would be helpful later to know their patrol schedule.

The staring from nearly every other sentient seeming being there was unnerving. It felt like hours before most of them seemed to lose interest in him. Now a few aliens in the cells to his left and two from a cell to the right, seemed to be arguing amongst themselves. As Vecko would call it ‘a skinny big bird’ looking alien kept looking back at him, he kind of remembered seeing one back on another planet fighting some criminal, so he, a free traveling unlicensed space pirate, is trapped in a trafficking ship with a fucking space cop.

As he realized this he fell on his back banging his head violently on the metal floor, groaned and said with his hands covering his mouth and eyes closed, “Fuck my life, why does it always have to be Me.” And judging by the sudden silence he scared the shit out of the other sentients again.

The big bird like sentient looked like a humanoid Sulpher-Crested Cockatoo, but with a longer beak. Instead of white feathers they had light gold and their crest was more beige-taupe. Pistachio green eyes. Their wings didn’t look like they could fly with them but they still looked longer then Tobey was tall and he was 5’3. *Fucking hell, why does the interplanetary height average have to be in the fucking double digits?* They also had taupe brown talons that were most likely three inches on the wings and the ones on their legs were closer to four or five inches.

Also it was wearing a worn down sleeveless to accommodate their wings, black leather jacket that looked like the color of juniper bark in some places, the collar being the mast prominent from where he’s angled. *Probably faux given.. would they actually have issues with real leather? Are there cow looking aliens?* They also had a white tank-top, black sleeveless leather jacket, a black belt with venetian red and dark and possibly stained with blood, beige cargo pants, it looks more like shorts though. Apparently Alt/Punk fashion is universal, who knew.

After seemingly the end of a conversation that he completely missed Sulpher (what he’s calling the bird) stood up and started walking over to the bars and then squatted in front of Tobey, who shifted back just a little bit before realizing that Sulpher can’t reach him cause of the electrocuted bars. A slightly familiar warbling came from Sulpher. He only says slightly because he’s heard similar when stealing borrowing his ship from the sellers in that unlicensed port he crashed into.

Sulpher didn’t try to reach through the bars but they were looking directly at him. Not his eyes though cause apparently that’s a universal way to either get your ass beat or cause an entire building to be evacuated. Yes he learned that the hard way. Fun days.

Sulpher shifted after a moment, bringing their armwings together to fiddle with its talonfingers. *Were they nervous? Is that what happened to their collar?* They made noise again and Tobey noticed a pattern as well as a questioning little shift to its tone. *So it is a language!* And they were trying to ask him a question. Now he’s getting excited. The lizard from the right-most cell said something, and then he whipped his head back and made everyone flinch, again. He should really stop doing that.

Sulpher then replied with a bright tone, and turned their attention back to Tobey. They pointed at him and then drew a circle in the air. Tobey shifted to sit criss-cross (which Sulpher and a dull navy with pastel pink accents, humanoid dragonfly looked at him weirdly when he did so *probably not normal then*) so that he could see better and also to be more comfortable, he and his brother always sat like this when they got dad to go on a rambling spree.

Were they asking what planet he’s from? That seemed possible based on the context. “Earth.” The aliens all froze when he spoke. Sulpher recovered first. They put a hand to their chest. “### ##### ## Ariho.” Tobey squinted his eyes a little in frustration that he didn’t know words he hasn’t been taught yet. “Ariho,” they repeated while patting their chest. They’re telling him its name! Or species. Either way not a normal word, therefore important.

“Ariho?” He mimicked almost perfectly, (a hint of a British and it would have been perfect) and apparently that isn’t common thing and/or they just weren’t expecting him to get it right first try. Everyone listening startled *again, why??* but then Sulpher made a chirping sound. They were probably happy, maybe they were part of a species that was oriented on parent/child relationships.

That’d be pretty cool, and convenient if he played his cards right. No, no manipulating.

Then Sulpher/maybe Ariho pointed to Tobey. Do they want his name?

“Tobey,” he offered.

“Obeey?”

“Tobey.”

“Toebean?” That one made him laugh.

“Tobey.”

“Tobey?”

“Tobey,” he confirmed with a nod and thumbs up, which in hindsight probably confused them a little but either way they got names down, Now what?

Sul-Ariho? repeated the pointing and drawing a circle motions, this time adding a gesture to the cage around them. He was still a little dazed so, they were back to square one on that one. The charades repeated a few more times before they realized he wasn’t getting they tried something else, that he could not make sense of in the slightest therefore that also failed.

#writing #humans are space australians #earth is space australia #scifi #space religion eventually #Magic #cause there’s no way the shit that gets pulled and explained away with “science” normally is actually science #PLEASE point out pronoun continuity errors #And also generally spelling/grammar errors #Gay eventually #Tobey finds and dragonborn to fuck #And Ariho is married

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Hi, big fan of your fics. I've just found your Tumblr and binged everything Icemav-related. When reading about Icemav's political beliefs, I've gotten curious. Does Bradley share the same political beliefs as Ice (and Mav)? Does being raised by them or them pulling his papers influence how he votes? Or there are other factors in the play (e.g. generations, social media)? How about Jake and the other Daggers? How does this young generation of the Navy perceive politics (elections, gender, etc.)? My apologies for bombarding you with questions. But as a non-American, American politics have always been something we must pay attention to. I've seen many interesting interpretations on Tumblr but it feels more or less wistful than realistic, but I might be wrong (again not an American) so I would love to see your perspective on this. Thank you.

a good politics roundup post before i leave this blog

icemav & their conservatism: here, here, here

ice’s NECESSARY conservatism as commander of the pacific fleet (i.e. officers who are most likely to get promoted to the highest ranks do NOT break the service line when it comes to domestic politics, so by necessity ice would’ve had to keep his mouth shut, he Cannot be both a four-star and a revolutionary, like he just can’t; and being a revolutionary is otherwise antithetical to his character anyway): here, here.

and the original “ice & mav politics post” which is being updated here: here

I’ve gone back and forth on everyones politics over the last year of me being involved with these characters, but let me just tell you where I’ve ended up headcanoning them politically, if ur interested

ice: reagan democrat. “educated moderate” who was more right-leaning pre-9/11. now just a regular ol liberal (did you SEE those gay little round glasses in tgm? no way this guy isn’t a straight-up lib) with absolutely no strong feelings about most domestic politics besides “fascism bad”. Has some foreign policy opinions that areeeee questionable at best, like all members of the military elite (hangman voice: DO NOT ASK ICEMAN ABOUT CHINA. WORST MISTAKE OF MY LIFE). foreign policy neoliberal favoring the dovish side of the spectrum. A force conservator (“let’s save our military assets [read: my boyfriend maverick 🥺] for when we really need them, not for any old conflict. the deterring specter of the American war machine should outweigh the risk of underperforming”). He’s in favor of marriage equality of course, but treats it like a privilege and not a right. would be sad/upset if it got repealed but wouldn’t necessarily fight for it. “well at least my marriage will always be legal in california so i just won’t leave, problem solved.” Normie median Biden voter.

mav: political wildcard tbh. original 1986 mav is DEFINITELY right-leaning (i think i’ve written elsewhere, “he fully believes bill clinton is an affront to god”). i get young republican vibes from him. Full on patriotic (but dispassionate) 1980s reaganite anti-commie neoconservative. but after the 2010s i am very confused tbh. Tom cruise’s political aura is an insanely confusing one. idk. No matter what, Mav has some Hot Takes that a.) can immediately be shot down by ice using Facts and Logic at any time and b.) are not strictly partisan. He’s registered democrat just to support marriage equality (his marriage is his top priority but he doesn’t care about Other gays’ marriages, only his own), doesn’t care about any of the party’s other lines. Votes however ice tells him to. I get real “kind clueless libertarian” vibes from 2022 maverick tbh. Especially with the “isolating himself in a hangar in the middle of the mojave desert.” that has a political connotation to it for sure. bro just does whatever he wants out there

also, ice & mav live in San Diego, which… while in blue/democrat leaning California…is famously a bastion of right-wingers & has a hitler particle level off the charts… (sorry its not my favorite place in the world). That’s why they’re both continually so disgusted by San Francisco (a metonym for effete liberal homosexuality). Theyre from San Diego, hatred of SF & liberal SF politics is kinda par for the course down there.

Bradley: as u will see in the extras i definitely hc Bradley as an activist, but because he’s… in the navy and also like in his 30s… It’s not college campus activism, it’s just “things all of us in the left wing can agree upon” activism. so, like, BLM or pride, etc. He’s an “in this house we believe” yard sign liberal. He is 38 years old. hes a solid millennial so not politically hip with the kids (me)

Bradley & ice/mav disagree on the VISIBILITY of politics. Ice & mav, who did live through the vietnam era draft/near-dissolution of American society in the 60s and 70s, are not in favor of possibly losing their job/honor they have fought and killed for, for the sake of a political statement. And they believe their relationship IS a political statement, whereas Bradley would rather encourage them to treat their relationship like, I don’t know, a relationship that has a right to exist independent of politics!

Jake and the other daggers: idk. i don’t really give a shit about the daggers sorry. They r blank slates 2 me. jake especially is canonically frat-boy sexist in a way that gives me the heebs, much like original 1986 maverick and ice. But the navy tends to be the most left-wing (or thought of as left wing in common thought) service of the military, if that helps. But it is also the most traditional service of the military, and by traditional I mean BRITISH!!!! 🇬🇧💂there’s so much pomp and circumstance and hoity-toitiness that comes from the navy’s origins in the Royal Navy. A lot of sticking to outdated tradition in the very fabric of the navy itself, while the navy’s enlisted demographics shift younger and more left-wing/“revolutionary…” some interesting conflicts there. Like that one sailor who got blasted by multiple congressmen on social media for (with permission!) reading a poem about their queer identity on the USS Gerald ford’s intercom a few months back, if I remember correctly. Hoo boy the Takes that day were wild. Younger Americans tend to be more liberal but YMMV with officers, who are by nature trying to uphold outdated traditions of the navy for the sake of keeping the navy a unified service

i am of course writing carole as a christian republican who has gay friends and a gay kid not by choice but by the Grace of God

#i realize some terminology in this post is so hyperamericanspecific that you may need to Google it #like the in this house we believe yard sign #it’s… like… i can’t even describe it. it’s a kind of well meaning liberal who can sometimes be a little cringe.#and Reagan democrats (which ice is) are a whole political subgroup in and of themselves #maybe not Reagan democrat but like conservadem? but no that’s different too #blue dog democrat? but not sure he’s that conservative #THE DEMOCRATIC PARTY HAS BECOME SUCH A BIG TENT POST TRUMP THERE ARE 50.000 TYPES OF DEMOCRAT YOU CAN BE #san francisco as a metonym for effete liberal homosexuality of course (it’s where im from 😎😎)#it’s a ten hour drive from SF to San diego like they might as well be different countries. san diego secede from the US when 🙏🏽#pete maverick mitchell #tom iceman kazansky #top gun #icemav #top gun maverick #jake hangman seresin #bradley rooster bradshaw #normie median biden voter ice #the navy is liberalizing but veeeeery slowly #most of the conservative pressure ive seen towards the navy is external! policymakers & budget drafters etc #the navy is very liberal BUT that makes it a laughingstock among conservatives!#so a desire from higher-ups to push the Navy more conservative to be taken seriously…is kinda understandable #when being taken seriously means more ships more capability more money etc #instead of GOP culture-war-pilled pennypinchers going ‘hey why are we givin the gay service so much money’#take this post with a grain of salt. i have never been old enough to vote in a federal election.

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April Fools' Prank

"It was all her idea! Honest, Chiron!"

Annabeth arched her eyebrows as the centaur turned towards her, frowning. She schooled her face into an expression of bemusement and annoyance. "I have no idea what he's talking about," she lied, her heart hammering against her chest. Keep calm, keep calm, keep calm...

Behind Chiron, Cecil Markowitz looked enraged. "Liar!" he cried. Oh, he was one to talk, the little shit. He probably ate lies for breakfast.

Chiron sighed and thumbed his temples- that seemed to be becoming a regular occurrence as of late. Poor Chiron. She felt a hint of remorse. He was getting far too old for this. "Annabeth," he said wearily. "You may leave."

"What?" Cecil's voice went up an octave- Annabeth internally grinned. "Yes, sir," she replied, and as the centaur turned around, she flashed a wink at Cecil, who looked downright outraged. Oh, the look on his face- she wished she had a camera to capture the moment and laugh about it later.

As she left the room, she could hear him protesting, "That's not fair! You can't seriously be letting her off scott-free!"

She heard Chiron respond something along the lines of "she's our most responsible camper" which made her snort. "Responsible camper". The hell she was. She was just as impulsive and reckless as the next person- she just hid it better, while everyone else went around waving it in Chiron's face.

Outside the Big House, the weather reflected Annabeth's mood- sunny and pleasant. It was the first day this week without a storm- Zeus must've calmed down at last. She had hardly walked a few feet down the stairs when a voice hissed, "Psst! Chase!"

Almost instinctively, her hand siezed the dagger strapped to her side- she raised it, wielding it just the way Luke had taught her. Fingers wrapped around the hilt, strong; angled a little to the side, to allow flexibility. She scrutinized her surroundings, but there was no one else around.

"Chill out, girl! It's just me!"

Connor Stoll popped up from a nearby bush, nearly scaring the living daylights out of her. "Immortales," she hissed, jumping a little. She lowered her dagger warily. What on Earth was he doing, hiding in a bush?

Connor appeared perfectly unabashed by her surprise; he'd always had a talent for sneaking up behind people for his own amusement. Annabeth could name at least four different occasions off the top of her head. "How'd it go? Did he catch you?" he asked, in a voice too loud for her comfort.

Scowling, she beckoned him closer. "Keep it down." She glanced around for any potential eavesdroppers, then leaned in. "No. But your brother's a snitch."

Connor cursed in a colorful mixture of English and Ancient Greek. Travis had taught him all the swear words in existence, growing up. "He swore he wouldn't tell!"

"He got cold feet once Chiron mentioned the possibility of stable duty." Which was understandable, she supposed. But still.

Connor wrinkled his nose- if there was one thing he hated, Annabeth knew, it was betrayals, however small or big. Ironic for the son of the god of thieves. "I'll talk to him," he promised. "Everyone in the Hermes cabin knows to say mum about our deal."

Annabeth was pretty sure that wasn't the case, given that half the Hermes cabin was filled with big mouths and gossips (not nearly as bad as the Demeter kids, though) but instead of voicing her opinion, she held out her hand expectantly. "Speaking of our deal- you need to hold up your end of the bargain."

Connor obliged, hand fishing in his pockets. It resurfaced with a few golden coins- drachmas. He placed them in her palm. "Good working with you, Chase." His next words held a hint of apprehension. "We'll keep this up next year?"

"Of course," she said, surprised. They'd been doing this for years- using Annabeth's intellect to execute an annual April Fools' prank, in return for a couple drachmas, give or take. It was a custom now, tradition. She felt a sudden rush of affection for Connor. "College couldn't ever stop Camp Half-Blood's legendary April Fools' pranks."

Connor grinned, looking relieved. "You're the boss," he said, saluting her. He skipped off happily, probably to inflict another April Fools' horror on some poor camper.

Annabeth slipped her drachmas in her pocket and strolled away too, her mind already brewing ideas for next year. Perhaps she and Connor would team up against Cecil as a way of revenge.

#percy jackson #pjo #pjo fandom #annabeth chase #connor stoll #cecil markowitz #chiron #april fools prank fic #based on my hc that annabeth would secretly collaborate with the stolls annually for april fools #this is horrible ik #im bored so i wrote this #2 weeks late to the party but i think it's still acceptable??#annabeth chase fic #annabeth chase centric fic #annabeth is the best liar you will ever meet

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Anime Review: Oshi no Ko

To say that Oshi no Ko was the anime to watch for Spring 2023 would have been an understatement. The first episode, which was feature-length at 82 minutes, was quite possibly one of the best first episodes of an anime I’ve ever seen. Of course, with around four times the time to air–Oshi no Ko had to justify its length. If it was just average, then what was the point of the grand entry? Thankfully, Oshi no Ko more than justifies the dramatic entrance.

At the time, the sky-high average rating (90/100), while a good omen, seemed like a bit much considering the show had only just started. I know most people aren’t as pricks about rating anime as I am, but I was a bit skeptical. I’ve seen anime start strong only for opinion on it to change up after time has passed. After completing Oshi no Ko, I can comfortably say that it deserves the high marks it got then, and now.

The long run time of the first episode was only part of why Oshi no Ko was so well received initially. The stylistic choices (a part brought over by the manga) set it apart from the onset. It really captures the vibe of what an ‘idol’ idealistically is. Considering that Hoshino Ai is shown as the ideal idol, it’s a perfect match. While style can carry an anime (and manga) far, eventually even the biggest sucker will notice the lack of substance–fortunately for us, Oshi no Ko has both in plentiful amounts. The story contained within the first episode is a whirlwind. It’s astounding that Oshi no Ko can contain so many various themes and time skips and still maintain to be gripping. It’s not easy for a show to be compelling while essentially being Rugrats at the same time. While the story does slow down a bit starting with episode two, it still keeps up the quality while not betraying what drew people in the first place.

The synopsis for Oshi no Ko did it no favors–I had no idea what the show was going to be about from reading it. Maybe I’m just a moron, but tell me if you can dissect whatever the hell this means:

When a pregnant young starlet appears in Gorou Amemiya’s countryside medical clinic, the doctor takes it upon himself to safely (and secretly) deliver Ai Hoshino’s child so she can make a scandal-free return to the stage. But no good deed goes unpunished, and on the eve of her delivery, he finds himself slain at the hands of Ai’s deluded stalker — and subsequently reborn as Ai’s child, Aquamarine Hoshino! The glitz and glamor of showbiz hide the dark underbelly of the entertainment industry, threatening to dull the shine of his favorite star. Can he help his new mother rise to the top of the charts? And what will he do when unthinkable disaster strikes?

At first, I had no idea what I was getting myself into. Thinking back, that was a good thing. I knew what was going to happen, while not knowing how it would happen. A good tell if a story is great is if it still is emotionally compelling even if you know what’s going to happen.

While she is only a side character when it comes to air-time, Ai Hoshino is without a doubt the star of Oshi no Ko. Her origins are mysterious–we know nothing about her mother and father, or any of her family for that matter. At first, she may seem like your bog-standard idol that sings and dances for you, but Ai has something that almost no other idol has. That something is the power to enthrall viewers with her eyes. Well, not actually, but her star-shaped pupils represent her commitment to the bit. While she’s on a mission to give love to her fans, she hasn’t ever felt anything close to that in her life. That’s perhaps how she was lured into a relationship and got impregnated. Not wanting to ruin her reputation, she goes into hiatus during that time and afterward resumes as if nothing happened. Little does she know that she gave birth to two people that have already lived a life–a life admiring their now mother.

Aquamarine and Ruby Hoshino, who are both reborn as Ai’s child, were admirers of Ai in their past lives. Aquamarine (he goes by Aqua) was a doctor in his past life, who became a fan of Ai via one of his patients. That patient, Sarina Tendouji, happens to be the person reborn as his twin sister, Ruby. Ruby had a condition that kept her bedridden and in need of constant care. I do wonder how they’ve made it this far without realizing that they’ve already known each other in a past life–it would make sense considering they both had the ability to walk and talk, among other things, as soon as they were born. I have a birds-eye view of their story, which makes it unfair to assume they would know that. Anyways, being reincarnated as Ai’s children gives them both the ability to live with their favorite idol–something only that would happen in their wildest dreams previously…that is, until the ‘unthinkable disaster strikes’. I won’t spoil what the ‘unthinkable disaster’ is, but if you’ve interacted with anyone that’s watched or read Oshi no Ko, you probably know what it is. That ‘unthinkable disaster’ gives them both motivation to shine in showbiz. For Aqua, that means becoming a teen heartthrob actor for the purpose of finding and getting revenge on those who caused the ‘unthinkable disaster’. He also works behind the scenes as a protege of director Taishi Gotanda, so he can establish further connections. For Ruby, it means becoming an idol that shines as bright as her mother. Their connections and the fact that they kept their intelligence and memories of their past life gives them a huge advantage in achieving their goals. Aqua, who was a doctor that was pushing thirty before being killed in his past life, is intelligent and mature to the degree that he can communicate with adults without any sense of childish insecurity. This is because internally, Aqua IS an adult. Around 45 if my math is correct. Ruby on the other hand, still has that childlike immaturity since she passed away as a teen in her life. She does have immense knowledge of idol culture, and of B-Komachi (the group Ai was in), which makes her a repository of most things idol-related.

Kana Arima is listed as the third main character, but I would classify her more as a ‘super-supporting character’. A former child actor that is in her own words ‘past her prime’, she becomes acquainted with Aqua as toddlers when they both star in a movie. Known as the ‘genius child actor who can cry in 10 seconds’ and the ‘Bell Pepper Girl’, she has trouble finding industry gigs now due to her behavior as a child. Becoming acquainted with both Aqua and Ruby, she finds herself working with them often, even joining the same production company they’re in. Her mission in Oshi no Ko is to regain her footing within the entertainment industry. Being a 17-year-old ‘has been’ is a lot for someone to handle. All she wants is to be adored by fans again and to regain her confidence. Kana’s story, while nowhere near as important as the main story, also runs parallel to Aqua and Ruby’s.

Akane Kurokawa, the actress that is extremely thorough when it comes to researching her roles, and MEM-cho, a YouTuber that stars alongside Aqua in a dating show, also deserve an honorable mention. Akane plays a crucial role in Oshi no Ko–one that I can’t get into without spoiling more than I want to. MEM-cho is the closest thing we have to a gag character. She serves as a casual observer of what’s going on around her.

Oshi no Ko is from the same mangaka that wrote Kaguya-sama: Love is War. While Oshi no Ko had me drawn in within the first twenty minutes, I was really never into Kaguya-sama. Does that mean that Oshi no Ko is better than Kaguya-sama? Well, I wouldn’t go that far, but it's certainly true that I enjoyed it more. If you’re a fan of one, you’re likely to be a fan of the other. ‘Non-Battle Battle Anime’ is generally something that’s better as an idea than in practice. Death Note has its moments, but overall is mediocre. Shokugeki no Souma (Food Wars) started out alright, but devolved into some of the worst anime I’ve ever watched by the fourth season (Third season part two? I don’t know. Doesn’t matter). The first volume of Classroom of the Elite (which got an anime adaptation with multiple sequels) only made me think of WHY would I, along with anyone else at the academy, would want to be part of the ‘elite’ of a country that’s been on the decline for thirty years straight? Most ‘Non-Battle Battle Anime’ is nothing more than making a mountain out of a molehill, or pseudo-intellectual garbage in Classroom of the Elite’s case. What makes Oshi no Ko better than anything else listed here is the ability to not get too involved in trying to make events seem important, and instead lets them play out. Not everything is the most important thing ever. Especially with series like Oshi no Ko where multiple side-plots are going parallel with the main plot. The exaggerated cynicism that often plagues other ‘Non-Battle Battle Anime’ isn’t a problem in Oshi no Ko as well. Sure, being an idol isn’t all sunshine and roses. Anyone who has half a brain knows that. Oshi no Ko doesn’t pretend like it’s a grand revelation that the idol industry is seedy and contains people of questionable morals. It doesn’t treat you like a dunce that needs to be spoon-fed everything. However, it does often tell you things that you actually didn’t know–like how the reason many YouTubers show off every new gadget they buy is for it to be a tax write-off. Maybe that’s just me not putting two and two together, but it makes sense considering that there’s no other reason why an idol or a podcast host would want to show off their new Hoover vacuum cleaner.

Speaking of the manga–I find the anime the more enjoyable version of Oshi no Ko. This is partly because I tend to prefer anime over manga in the first place, but also I feel like a series that’s centered around idols needs a voice for it to show its ‘true form’. The manga is good, don’t get me wrong, but there’s only so much you can do with only drawings. It’s like the difference between reading about a fight that goes on and being able to view it in visual form. There’s a reason why Dragon Ball doesn’t have any light novels (that I know of). Both the manga and anime are great. The user ratings for both will back that up. Your preference will depend on what you prefer in the first place most likely. The anime is the more appropriate medium for a series like Oshi no Ko in my opinion. That being said, it takes a manga to fully relay your idea for a story–one of idolization and revenge. Can’t have the cart without the horse.

A burning question you may have about Oshi no Ko is “What does it have to say about the idol industry?” Is it a ‘deconstruction’? Does it paint a positive view? Well, you know the latter isn’t true if you’ve made it this far. However, Oshi no Ko isn’t hyper-critical of the idol industry as it may seem. Sure, it would be easy to paint a cynical picture of the idol industry since it can be really nasty at times. Obsessive fans, very questionable use of underage girls, and the fact that idols are more than often forced to be ‘married’ to the fanbase. Having to forgo any relationship sans a business one with men and having to hide them if they do have one. Idol series like Love Live! forgo any mention of relationships with the other sex. Other than Miki Hoshii’s attachment to Producer-san, The Idolm@ster doesn’t show anything of the like either. Of course, that doesn’t stop either series from having yuri-fanatics ship characters together, or from doujin artists from drawing them getting railed, but in official media, these things are persona non grata. That’s because those series show an idealistic view of idols. They aren’t real people, so they can dance and sing all they want without worrying about reality. Reality often does shine its ugly light in those series, but it never defines it. The other end of this spectrum would be the film Perfect Blue. Perfect Blue is about a former idol, which technically isn’t the same as a ‘current idol’, but it still shows how one obsessive fan can give an otherwise normal woman chronic paranoia. Perfect Blue isn’t by any means over-cynical. It’s a great psychological thriller that still holds up to this day. Not exactly a shining endorsement of the idol industry, but that wasn’t the point. At least I think.

The point is that it’s easy to be hyper-cynical about everything idol related. However, that wouldn’t be a real representation of the idol industry either. While it may come off as ‘smart’, after a while it would just be lazy. Many people conflate pessimism with intelligence and optimism and dullness. Anime isn’t immune to that tendency. Too much cynicism only reveals that you have no idea what you’re talking about and are either too inept or apathetic to give an actual realistic view of what you’re trying to portray. Oshi no Ko thankfully doesn’t fall into this trap. I mean, for every obsessive fan there is, there are more fans like Ruby, who becomes an idol because she ‘idolizes’ them. The power of idols to brighten someone’s day is the reason why they still exist, even if you recognize that they’re ‘lies’ at the end of the day. Ruby isn’t the only one that decides to become an idol due to inspiration from former idols–many idols of today harbor fond memories of idols of yesterday. Like how many racers are inspired by the greats like Ayrton Senna and Dale Earnhardt, those that are taken from us too soon tend to be extra special to our hearts. Oshi no Ko is quick to point out that being an idol isn’t all fun and games–but that’s because being an entertainer, in general, isn’t as fun as it seems. Again, anyone with a brain knows that.

Aqua, who fully commits to being an actor so he can exact his revenge against those who caused the ‘unthinkable disaster’, has to work hard to keep climbing up the ranks. Having connections will only get you so far. He has the smarts that almost no 16-year-old boy has–mostly because he was book-smart enough to become an obstetrician in his past life. Thankfully for him, Aqua also has common sense, which makes it easier for him to use social manipulation in order to get closer to finding out the truth behind the ‘unthinkable disaster’. Being a handsome young man probably helps with that as well. The point is that to get his revenge, he needs to curry favor with industry higher-ups. Do a favor for them in exchange for information that’ll lead him closer to the answer. His journey, like Ruby’s, also shows the good, the bad, and the ugly about the entertainment industry. One of the arcs in the anime was inspired by real-life events from a dating show that’s similar to the one that Aqua participates in, so it isn’t like this isn’t made up out of whole cloth.

To answer the question, Oshi no Ko has a lot to say. Not only about the idol industry, but the entertainment industry as a whole. While it’s only a small part of the story, managing to strike a balance between blind idealism and realism enhances Oshi no Ko’s overall plot by a lot. It would be less powerful if it had Love Live’s interpretation of the entertainment industry or went the other way and everyone was a back-stabbing two-timing son-of-a-bitch ready to end your career to elevate theirs. The reality is that while there are a lot of social climbers, there are also earnest people. Aqua and Ruby meet people from both categories–and perhaps Aqua may be considered the former once you understand his true motives.

There isn’t much to rag about when it comes to Oshi no Ko. My main question as far as I know has gone unanswered is “What year is it?”. From the time that Aqua and Ruby are reborn to the current time, it seems that technology and society have not evolved whatsoever. One could say that the ‘current day’ is around now, which means they were reincarnated in the early 2000s, but that wouldn’t make sense because Ruby was already doom-scrolling and responding to hate directed towards her mother on an iPhone as a baby. That lead me to believe that the Oshi no Ko timeline was somewhere in the late 2030s, with technology not progressing any from the 2020s. Oshi no Ko doesn’t show Aqua or Ruby living in a techno-futurist utopia or dystopia. Society around them is ‘stuck’ in a sense. In order to find an answer to my question, I went to the Oshi no Ko subreddit. According to them, the answer is ‘whatever the mangaka (Akasaka) wants’. The evidence, however, suggests that Oshi no Ko takes place around the late-2010s, with Aqua and Ruby being born in 2004. This relies on the notion that Oshi no Ko and Kaguya-sama take place in the same universe. A Kaguya-sama character does make a cameo, so it’s not false to suggest that they are in the same universe. This wouldn’t explain how Aqua and Ruby were able to go viral on Twitter as babies when Twitter didn’t exist until a few years later. Ultimately, the conclusion is that it doesn’t matter, since it doesn’t interfere with the main plot at hand. It’s trivial to wonder why Twitter looks the same 15 years later, or why the technology in Oshi no Ko hasn’t progressed since Aqua and Ruby were born. It’s an afterthought that only pedants like me care about. It’s not the first series that had a fluid timeline, and it wouldn’t be the last.

As you can probably tell, there’s not much fault I can find with Oshi no Ko. Sure, I could be more nit-picky about certain details, but that has little to do with the story at hand. It checks off all of the boxes that make a great anime. The animation quality is superb. I don’t care for anime openings and endings, but most other watchers love the music–especially the opening theme. Aqua and Ruby both have separate missions in the entertainment industry, but both do it for their mother Ai–both storylines have a lot to offer. Neither storyline outshines the other, something that most anime that attempt the same fail to deliver. The supporting characters (super-supporting character in Kana’s case) also have compelling stories that feed into the main plot. It has the right balance between idealism and realism. Some more skeptical watchers may accuse Oshi no Ko of handing the dark side of ‘the industry’ with kid gloves. I disagree with that view since the industry isn’t as bad as some may like to think it is. The reason why stories like this are so compelling is because of how rare it is. If idols were getting jumped by obsessive fans every day, this wouldn’t be a story worth telling. No one would give a shit. If you dive too deep into the cynicism, you’ll end up looking as stupid as those who trick themselves into thinking that idols are for them, and them only.

With a second season coming ‘soon’, there’s no risk of diving into Oshi no Ko only to be left at a cliffhanger. This season ends at the beginning of the arc that I think does get too “Non-Battle Battle” with it. The anime adaptation of it should flow better–it’s hard to read multiple chapters that are just monologues. Way easier to shove that into one or two episodes. Then again, I’m more than likely in the minority when it comes to being bearish on the 2.5 Stage Play arc. I hate to admit it, but it kinda got too much for me at a point. Luckily, that’s the only arc where that happens. Either way, I’ll be watching it, and I recommend that you do too.

Is Oshi no Ko the anime of the year? Well, I wouldn’t go that far since we still have two seasons' worth of anime yet to be aired. I wouldn’t be surprised if it was voted AOTY at whatever award show Crunchyroll hosts. I wouldn’t complain either. It’s genuinely a very good show that deserves the praise it gets.

90/100

#anime review #anime #oshi no ko #onk #review

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There seems to be a contention that Only Friends is not a romance. And indeed it is absolutely not capital R romance. It is a drama with a love story. First, it's important to understand that a romance and a love story are not interchangeable. A capital R romance, per the RWA(an organization that we shall not discuss due to a myriad of reasons that are not important here), that has two main components. First, the main plot centers around individuals falling in love and struggling to make the relationship work. Second, it has an emotionally satisfying and optimistic ending which most aficionados of the genre simplfy to mean it has either a hea(happily ever after) or hfn(happy for now). And well Only Friends is not this. At all.

Now what is a love story? This is a sticking point because some people think all love stories should be considered romances. Isn't love and romance the same thing? No, not when we are discussing literature or movies/tv and genre distinctions. A love story can be part of any drama, or fantasy, or scfi. The romance is not the main focus of the story. It's just one element of the story. Also, the characters tend to be more complicated and flawed and a happy ending is not guaranteed. Often in a love story, the couple will get together early on but external forces(*cough*) separate them and that may or may not prevent them from ending up together since a happy ending is not guaranteed in a love story(any of this sounding familiar?).

Why do I think that TopMew is in a love story that is going to have a happy ending? First, they got together fairly early. Their main conflict was caused by an external force(Boston lying/manipulating Top into cheating). Their breakup was much earlier than in any romance(that waits until the third act which is why there's a dreaded 11th episode breakup/drama in BLs which are capital R romances). I literally wished for a breakup when we got one because that would give the show time to rebuild the relationship. We have four episodes left and there are signs that both are still in love and yearning for each other despite the pain they are in. Mew asking Top why he had to be an asshole is a sign that he still loves Top. That they would still be together without it. The song at the end of episode 8 starts playing as Top is staring down at Mew has the following lyrics play over their scenes:

The season is about to alter, The storm will soon be over

But it's not just the wind that will disappear

It takes you with it, far away from here

What am I doing after this, Is resist that strong wind

No matter how much pain I must take in

I'll wait until you are back by my side

You keep my dreams so much alive

I insist on waiting, I will be here loving

To keep us together, I'll do anything

It cuts away for the montage and comes back to Top and Mew and ends with the following lyrics:

I'll wait until you are back by my side

You keep my dreams so much alive

Now I know many people did not view that as a romantic scene for various reasons but...if it was not intended that way, then Jojo and the team picked the absolutely wrong song with the wrong lyrics if they were not trying to signal there is hope for this relationship to survive. And the music has been so well chosen this series I doubt that there could be such a serious miscommunication in intend with this song. This is the ending shot of the episode:

And that speaks volumes in my opinion.

#ofts #only friends the series #topmew #ofts meta #could i be wrong? absolutely but i haven't been very wrong so far

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One, the Goddess of Diligence: A Drakengard 3 Analysis

WARNING: SPOILERS AHEAD! READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!!

Hey, it's been a while since I've done one of these. I took a break from doing these long analyses in favor of shorter and quicker content just because it's easier on my brain. I apologize to those that I may have kept waiting with this one, but I'm back now.

If you're new to my blog, I post analyses about video game characters that I think are interesting, amongst other things. This is my Seven Deadly Sins/Heavenly Virtues series of Drakengard 3. And do be sure to like, reblog or leave a comment if you enjoy my insane ramblings.

"Facing the people crowding the streets, I gave a wave from atop my steed. This caused them to cheer even louder, and I felt the animal tense beneath me. I am not fond of horses due to their strong odor, but in this case I could sympathize with the beast. We were both being forced to parade our way from the harbor towards the cathedral. I would have preferred to have snuck back after sunset; I wanted to be alone. My mind, exhausted from battle, sorely needed a rest. But I was not allowed to be so selfish. It was my duty as an Intoner to symbolize order and peace having returned to the world, even if that meant being made a spectacle of. And how could the innocent people know that their cries of elation were causing me, with my heightened senses, to feel as if my head were being split in two?"

One is the second eldest Intoner sister and is the head of the Cathedral City. As the second eldest, she is the leader of the Intoner sisters. She is level-headed, intelligent, and capable. Not to mention the fact that she is well-respected by her younger sisters. Of the Intoner sisters, One is the most interesting in my opinion. She's the only Intoner that becomes self-aware and questions the world around her.

As with the others, One's novella gives us more insight into her thought processes, as well as her struggles and curiosities. She behaves as you'd expect; calm, composed, deliberate, thoughtful, calculated. Every move she makes has an intent and a purpose, and her logic is always sound. As I said a second ago, she’s the only Intoner to question their collective existence; where they came from, why they’re so powerful, etc. Her assessment of her sisters is objective, as she sees the good and the bad in all of them. As such, she does her best to position them for success as leaders in each of their respective lands, and tries to play to their individual strengths. For instance, she tasks Two with governing the Land of Sands in hopes that her optimistic nature could lift the spirits of the citizens, given how hard life in the Land of Sands is.

And yet, One has her own struggles, just like any of us would. Each Intoner deals with a certain bodily aspect that continuously grows at an alarming rate. Two's physical strength/muscles, Three's hair, Four's fingernails, Five's breasts, and One's senses continue to grow far faster than that of a normal human. For One, it is easy for her to become overstimulated due to her heightened sense of smell, hearing, touch, taste, and sight. The taste of food is too intense, the body odor of humans and animals are too strong, and even the feeling of clothes on her body can be uncomfortable. It's the reason why she's always in solitude. Damn, she just like me fr. Anyway, on top of having to shoulder so much responsibility on her own due to Zero's absence, she also is having to battle with heightened senses that hinder her everyday life. That takes a lot of strength.

"A disciple is a tool for battle. But it didn’t feel right using someone else as a weapon. So instead, I created a copy of myself. And since it was a copy… no matter what happened to it, it would always forgive me. Or I would forgive myself, I suppose. I used the Cathedral’s magical energy to infuse my copy with disciple-like powers. More than enough to take on the lords of these lands. Thus, I gained a partner I could rely on. And a way to forgive myself for what I had to do."

Not counting Zero, One was the only Intoner to not be given a disciple. She created Brother One from one of her ribs as both a combat partner and a failsafe in case she died. She also admits in her Prologue that she was lonely, so I'm sure that also may have been a factor in this decision. One is also vastly introspective, always pondering over philosophical or moral dilemmas. She notes the benefits of having a disciple and lists her sisters' main motivators in their lives: sex, honor, cruelty, and romance respectively. But she struggles to answer what it is that she truly desires in this life. In being the primary leader, she's bound by so much responsibility and duty that she doesn't really get to be herself, whatever that may mean. She always has to put the needs of everyone else before herself.

"You pretend to be all grown-up and mature, but you haven’t changed since childhood. We all need some kind of mental support, you know? Even Intoners. Heck, you probably need it MORE than the rest of us." "I suppose there’s some truth to that. Perhaps we’re weaker than we’d like to admit." "Aw, come ON! You’re supposed to get all mad and yell and stuff! I don’t like this pensive you. Quit messing with my head!"

Gabriella, being the boss bitch that she is, calls out One for shouldering too much responsibility on her own. One agrees with this, which, surprisingly, catches Gabriella off guard. What I find really interesting is that she says, "I don't like this pensive you." This implies that One used to respond negatively to Gabriella's brutal honesty but has grown since then.

And speaking of Gabriella, I wanna talk about her for a bit before I move on. Her personality so unique from all the other characters in the game. It feels like if you took a person from the real world and plopped them into a video game. They say that a dragon can see a person's heart, their true nature. And she always lives up to that expectation. The One/Gabriella partnership is almost opposite to the Zero/Mikhail partnership. Mikhail is a literal child and Zero is sort of motherly to him. She softens up to Mikhail more and more as you progress through the other branches. Even though their dynamic is short-lived, Gabriella is like an aunt. She doesn't mince words, but I got the impression that she does care about One at least a little bit. She sees some good in her. So that has me wondering, what the hell happened to her? By the time the main game starts, Gabriella has been replaced by Gabriel, and Zero states that he's a demon dragon whose power has been enhanced to fight off her and Mikhail. She was about to talk about the consequence of doing such a thing, but she trailed off before the line was finished. One of the last things Gabriella says is that she's the boss of her own fate. With her being so headstrong, I can't imagine her going along with being transformed in this way. Perhaps she agreed to do it because she grew to trust One? We may never know this tidbit.

"If you think you’re the only one suffering here, you’re out of your goddamn mind! Two, Three, Four, Five… You gave life to each and every one of them. Then you went and killed them all! What did you expect? Cursing the world then saving the world. You thought you could do everything by yourself? Well, THIS IS WHAT YOU FUCKING GET!"

As for the events of the main game, she is the voice of authority, as usual. By the end of Branch A, she's killed by Zero and is then killed by Two in Branch B. But come Branch C and D is where things get more interesting. By both branches, One is completely self-aware. She knows that the Intoners originate from Zero and that the Flower won't stop until it destroys the world. One has reached the same conclusion as Zero in that the Intoners should not exist, as they pose a major threat to the world. However, this is where they clash. Their goals lie within their names. Zero wants all the Intoners to be killed, including herself. One believes that she herself should be the only surviving Intoner. Maybe that's why the two of them share the same color scheme: they're more similar than they are different.

One hopes that her and Zero are able to understand each other since they both have a mutual understanding of their place in the world. But Zero of course shuts down the idea, calling her an "offshoot." Despite literally fighting for her life, she remained calm for a lot of this fight, but she does break her composure in the above quote. It's about time. She points out the contradictory nature of the situation, the fact that Zero created the Intoners just to destroy them in the end. She's technically not wrong, but we know that it's not the whole truth.

I mentioned One's loneliness earlier, and another wrinkle in this is the fact that she becomes the only sentient Intoner. Throughout the entire main story, she's aware of the aforementioned info about their link to the Flower, but she keeps it to herself. Maybe she thinks that her sisters wouldn't understand. And during the later branches, when the other Intoners start to become driven insane by the Flower's influence, she's the only one to remain sane. By sheer willpower alone! She is killed in all branches, never getting to bring peace to this world the way she envisioned. I start to feel bad for her when I think about it like this.

Because I gave her the title of the Goddess of Diligence, this would make her a foil to Three, as diligence and sloth are opposites. Both women have proven to be highly intelligent and curious. The difference being the way they wield their knowledge, right? Three constantly uses her intelligence for her own self-indulgence, without a thought or care of the people she's victimized. One, whether you agree with her actions or not, does what she believes is the right thing for the greater good of humanity.

Her last appearance is in the Final Song. Because she is an odd number, her dance is asymmetrical. One is usually so composed, and yet here she is, thrashing and flailing about. She's not at all timed to the music, nor is there a direction. Her movements are more controlled than Three's, for instance. But not as controlled as the others. Almost seems as if she's fighting. Fighting for control of her fate? Fighting for the peace that she envisioned? Perhaps fighting for her own autonomy.

TLDR: One was an intelligent, capable leader that only sought to do the right thing. Because Zero had no intention of being a leader, she was given a mountain of responsibilities to bear alone, until she created Brother One. She was also someone that dealt with her share of loneliness, as well as overwhelming sensory issues. She died by Zero's hand and shared the same fate as her other sisters, never getting to enact the peace that she wanted.

AFTERTHOUGHT:

Phew! I changed things up this time around bc I felt that it flowed better this way. If you've made it this far, thank you so much for reading and I do hope you enjoyed it. And I do apologize again for those that had to wait such a long time for this. I promise that I never forgot about these analyses, I just put them off bc they require a lot of brain power. Anyways tho, that's the post. Dunno when I'll start doing Zero's, but it'll probably be in two or three parts. Thanks again, until the next post!

#drakengard #drakengard 3 #dod3 #drag on dragoon #drag on dragoon 3 #intoner #intoners #intoner one #square enix #yoko taro #analysis #videogamewomen

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Almond you’ve given me GOT + LU brain rot and now I feel COMPELLED TO DISCUSS WHAT I THINK THEIR HOUSES WOULD BE

Time + Twilight: House Stark

I know they’re all about that loyalty - but specially these two. Time gives me heavy Ned Stark Vibes (the tree, the duty to kingdom and family pull) while Twilights hitting me hard with the Rob Stark vibes BUT I could also see him as a Jon Snow type too. The vibes are there.

Warriors: House Tyrell

He belongs there, I can’t be convinced otherwise unless someone had a strong argument. He’s going to wear the pretty armor and put that fancy footwork to work, ya know? Giving Loras vibes in my mind (rip baby boy you are missed).

Sky: House Arryn

Now this one I could be persuaded on. Really I’m not a fan of anyone in this house, BUT there is a port hole for him to kick people down from the sky to their doom and I just think that sky would have a fun time jumping through that with his sailcloth.

Wind: House Greyjoy

Sailors, need I say more? I can’t see him being as ruthless of Euron, BUT I CAN SEE HIM SAILING JUST AS MUCH!

Wild: House Targaryen

Dragons, need I say more? Because I will! He’s giving me Daemon, maybe Rhaegar vibes. Haven’t quite decided on that one, but regardless, Targaryen lol.

Four: House Baratheon

My mind immediately went Baratheon because of Gendry being a blacksmiths apprentice, but the vibes of Baratheon just feel like they would fit him. Maybe it’s the dark gloominess of stone that surrounds Stannis, but I think it would be a good fit.

Legend: House Lannister

I chose Lannister because I can just feel it in my bones that he could dance his way around people with his words and his sword. He’s the mix of Jamie and Tyrion in that regard.

Hyrule: House Martell

With the way this house uses poisons - I can see Hyrule doing the same (but maybe with potions/spells?)

Anyway, that’s where my brain rot took me lol. Would love to hear more about your thoughts on where they should be placed and the au idea because it’s latched onto me 🤣

THIS IS EXACTLY THE IDEA I WAS GOING FOR!!! IT'S ACCURATE!!

Time and Twilight?? House Stark definitely, Time is definitely like Ned and I see Twilight more as Jon Snow than Robb, seeing Jon Snow had a forbidden romance too! 👀👀

Please. Wars is going to rock that pretty armour so much and 'Growing Strong'? Definitely sounds like Wars and the fact that it's believed to be France in a way, the city of love?? Makes perfect sense too😫😫 AND YES, LORAS FR.

Nothing more needs to be said about House Arryn, it's just...perfect sense for Sky??? Despite the sigil it's just...explains it all?? Like, he can even dive down there and Crimson would catch him if he was in GoT??? 😤😤

YES YES GREYJOY and no, we don't like Euron. No, WIND IS BETTER THAN ALL OF EM, please. He's going to be the top sailer out of all of them and a rebellious son too who just wants to live on the sea and explore! Like he'd also low-key be like Yara?

I THOUGHT THE SAME THING FOR WILD/SAGE. TARGARYEN. LIKE- it just makes sense?? Wild is crazy, fire?? Yes. Explosions? Yes. His dragon would be unique like Caraxes too! While Sage...would be like Aemond in my opinion but with a mixture of Daemon?? Idk why I see Sage a mixture of Baratheon in him too though 😓😓

FOUR AND GENDRY PLEASE YES YES AKSIAJW Four definitely gives Baratheon vibes but he moved to produce steel for the Night's Watch maybe??? But I agree!! The gloominess and the dark aesthetic for four and the blacksmith fire, so Four. 👀😤✨

I would've never thought Legend would be a Lannister, yet the way you described him suits him to the BONE LIKE I SEE IT TOO. JAMIE X TYRION = LEGEND. NO MORE WORDS NEEDED. AND ALL THOSE JEWELS AND GOLDEN ARMOUR. He's definitely going to be wearing rings👀👀

HYRULE BBY!! No one would think that Hyrule would be skilled in poisons because that man is so sweet but secretly?? He's a gremlin and his potions are powerful asf, he's like the most powerful secret in the Martell House. It literally makes sense KWNZZJWJ 😫😫💞

Like @lost4pandora mentioned that Hyrule and Legend may be from Essos and came to Westeros, Legend going to King's Landing and I thought to think that he'd have magical rings and use them in secret because he's doing a whole undercover scheme while Hyrule can do magic and isn't as powerful as a Red Priestess though but his magic is a secret!

There's literally a whole new world to discover with the Lu boys and got and to expand their skills as well! 😫😫

This was so fun to answer because I had the exact same vision but you describe it in more detail and it's perfect. I'm in love.

#got x lu #GAME OF THRONES AND LINKED UNIVERSE AS ONE #almondanswers #Lu boys in got houses #im addicted-

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something my partner and i discussed, but will never do anything with, but we have such good and correct opinions i decided to share

succession omegaverse au

logan is an alpha, obviously. an alpha's alpha. his first wife (connor's mom) was an omega, and that ended extremely poorly and he swore off omegas altogether, so his subsequent partners were betas.

partially he doesn't like omegas because he views them as weak and he despises people who won't push back at him, even though he will punish you for pushing back at him. he isn't threatened by other alphas but he likes to appear in total control so he (unofficially, because it's illegal) bans alphas and omegas from being on the board, with a few exceptions; so frank, karl, all of them are betas.

exception one: gerri, an alpha. she's not technically on the board, and she's a woman, so even as an alpha logan sees her as a half-step below him. being the only alpha with years of experience is part of what led to her being interim ceo.

exception two: shiv, an alpha. the only alpha out of all four of logan's kids. she did the sensible thing and married an omega. being the only alpha also contributed to her feeling that she was entitled to waystar royco when she came back; in what world would logan let anyone besides an alpha run his company?

exception three: kendall, an omega.

logan told kendall, age seven, he would inherit the company, based on the assumption he would be an alpha. then he hit puberty, and he has spent his entire life since then trying desperately to make up for his "deficiency" and prove to his father he can still be worthy. rather than being a drug addict, he is addicted to hormone treatments that make him functionally an alpha, but they have terrible side effects on him. his wife didn't know he wasn't a natural alpha until after they were married.

stewie is a beta who takes similar hormone treatments to pass as an alpha--because it's convenient and fun--but he doesn't have a Complex about it like kendall does. he also doesn't have nearly as bad of side effects as kendall does.

roman is a beta, which mostly suited him until he decided to try to get involved with the company. he liked being in the middle, not so powerful anyone had any real expectations for him, not so weak as to be a target. he could slide under the radar and get away with whatever he liked.

connor is also a beta, not strong OR weak enough to merit attention; something he's been trying to make up for his whole life. the presidential run is just another cry for attention, especially since for the most part, only alphas are ever elected to the highest offices. willa is also a beta, so people found it even weirder that he decided to have a real relationship with her instead of finding an omega like a normal person, especially since he has such a complex about power and control.

tom is an omega. good upbringing, good genes, a good sensible match for shiv. logan tolerates him fucking around at the low-mid levels of the company mostly for shiv's sake. tom surprises him by have a little bit of a backbone, but its not nearly enough to make up for what logan sees as his deficiencies. it makes tom coming out on top in the end even funnier; logan is rolling in his fucking grave that an omega is in charge of his company.

greg? greg is an alpha. everyone is always shocked when they learn this, and greg is always like, "what?? why is that surprising?? i'm a normal alpha!!" no greg, you are not.

#succession #omegaverse #taking a story where everyone is already obsessed with power and social standing #and adding a/b/o dynamics #is fucking stellar

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An Exhausting Review of The Wheel of Time

Apologies for the delay. Unfortunately round 2 of @fantasybooktournament ended right before my work week. On top of that Tears of the Kingdom and Gideon the Ninth have been consuming many of my waking hours outside of work. At this moment I am taking a break from both of my current obsessions to try and organize my thoughts about WoT. I will be providing a spoiler free TLDR followed by a more in depth review of the first four books.

SPOILER FREE TLDR:

The Good:

The Wheel of Time is an exceptionally well written high fantasy epic.

It utilizes its main cast well and most of them have satisfying narrative arcs.

The magic is unique and well thought out.

The women of the cast share just as many interesting personalities and skills as the men.

The series plays a lot with gender roles directly related to the magic system.

It has a lot to say about destiny and the heroes journey.

Several interesting mentor figures that all have just as many negative traits as positive ones.

A focus on one character's PTSD that is very believable and taken seriously by both the narrative and the characters around them.

A beautiful ending that still makes me cry when I think about it.

Brandon Sanderson

The Bad:

There are several villains that are sexual predators utilizing brainwashing, violence, and grooming to get their way. Jordan doesn't write sex scenes so none of the acts are recorded in the books but they are heavily implied.

There is exactly one trans woman character and she is a villain. She is also a sexual predator.

There is slavery in this series. It is done by one of the antagonist factions but it is not really resolved by the end of the series.

EXTREMELY LONG.

The insane amount of characters is a lot to keep track of. That said you don't NEED to know every character by name.

Major low point in the series that can be difficult to read due to a dramatic shift in narrative pacing. This starts in Book 5.

While the women are interesting they were still written by an old white guy. A lot of the "strong female characters" we have are described as overbearing, conniving, and arrogant.

The romance is often forced and the end of the series appears to be obsessed with pairing up all the characters without lovers.

Many of the characters have repeating physical habits as well as repeating experiences. Jordan will describe these things the same way over and over. There's a lot of fingering of blades, knuckling mustaches, yanking of braids, and adjusting of shawls.

Jordan clearly takes a lot of inspiration from Eastern faiths and cultures in both his magic system and the religion of the setting. He doesn't represent these things particularly well and it feels very Orientalist to me.

Brandon Sanderson

SPOILERS UNDER THE CUT

The Wheel of Time as a series is the absolute height of high fantasy epics in my opinion. It represents this sub-genre very well with nearly every trope of in the high fantasy tool box being utilized. That said it also carries many of the perceived negative aspects of the genre.

When I said this series was "very long" it is very much an understatement. The main series of books tops out at 4.4 MILLION words spread over 14 novels and 1 novella. It also has hundreds of characters with well over a hundred receiving a POV throughout the books. Yes that's right, this series has multiple characters sharing their perspectives.

The first three books I'm going to call "What if Robert Jordan wrote The Lord of the Rings?" These books are The Eye of the World, The Great Hunt, and The Dragon Reborn. Are these books direct rip offs of LotR? No absolutely not, but they do share a lot of the same structure. The fourth book The Shadow Rising is when things really get spicy.

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The Eye of the World's primary purpose is to introduce important characters, set the narrative pacing of the series, and establish the setting.

It follows a group of youngsters from the village of Emond's Field; Rand, Mat, Perrin, Egwene, and Nynaeve. Several strangers come into the village for the Spring festival, Moiraine the Aes Sedai, Lan the Warder, and Thom the Gleeman. These characters serve as guides and mentors in the outside world later on. Shortly after this they are forced into a world of adventure after evil creatures called Trollocs attack their home.

The Eye of the World is a great opening to the series. It invites you into the setting and holds your hand through the first day before plunging you into the first night. The juxtaposition between the warm and gentle opening day and the horrifically violent night afterwards is a perfect synopsis of the two opposing forces of Light and Darkness.

It later lays the groundwork for the main characters' arcs that they will go through in the series while leaving room for doubt on if they will make it at all. There is also tons of foreshadowing not only within the book but also for the series as a whole. These are fun to piece together on a first read and even more fun to find on rereads.

The combat scenes are tense and you can really feel the Emond's Fielders panic contrasted with the wizened mentors calm. The social aspects of how the Aes Sedai fit into the world also provides plenty of tension. One of the main antagonistic forces in the series is introduced early on in Perrin and Egwene's travels and they are portrayed beautifully as the cruel bastards they are.

The ending is a little confusing, especially on a first read. Unfortunately Jordan seemed to have a bit of trouble writing around wanting the main antagonist to be in the book and for the main characters to think they've won in the end. It is a short and weird ending but most of the other books get much better endings.

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The Great Hunt's job is to flesh out established villains and introduce new ones, flesh out some of the major factions, and provide more POVs on these weird ass situations. It primarily focuses on two storylines: "The Boys' No Good, Very Bad Day? Month? Year???" and "Little Witch Academia: Spy Game."

The Boys (Rand, Mat, and Perrin) are chasing down thieves who stole an important plot device called the Horn of Valere. They need this back because there is a concern that the horn could be used by the forces of evil to summon ghost heroes to fight for them. In addition they stole Mat's fucking drugs (an evil ass dagger from the first book) and now he's in withdrawal. The dagger is needed to break Mat's reliance on it.

The Girls (Egwene and Nynaeve; and new friends; Elayne and Min) are learning magic at the White Tower, home of the Aes Sedai. Egwene and Elayne are "Novices" together while Nynaeve has been allowed to become "Accepted" due to her being a bad bitch. Min is basically in a comfy jail cell and bored because she's not a witch. As they are learning magic they have been accidentally recruited into finding secret "Dark Friends" (followers of the main antagonist the Dark One) amongst the Aes Sedai.

Once again The Great Hunt does its job well. We get to learn much more about the world from several POVs. The White Tower is filled with political intrigue. The factions that have been introduced so far get a lot more development and the new ones are interesting. We see an introduction of several significant bad guys including the Seanchan who are really interesting.

At this point we have had a lot of growth with our main cast. They are still scared of conflict but they know how to defend themselves. They become more comfortable with the outside world some willingly some unwillingly. The mentor characters are starting to step away from being mentors which allows them to be more independent characters in their own right. That tenseness from the first book never really goes away. This book has a lot of twists that will have you on the edge of your seat.

The ending is far more comprehensible in The Great Hunt than The Eye of the World. It is extremely epic with an incredible three-way struggle that is referenced throughout the rest of the series.

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The Dragon Reborn is our epic conclusion to Jordan's Lord of the Rings. Its job is to finish a lot of what was started, and develop our main cast further. It follows four groups of our cast to the city of Tear where The Dragon is to be Reborn: "The Al'Thor Identity (Crisis)," "Nanny Damodred: Manhunt," "Little Witch Academia: Spy Game pt. 2," and "The Guilt Trip."

Rand has been proclaimed the Dragon Reborn by Moiraine after the events of the second book. Rand is not a fan of this. He is so not a fan of it that he decides to try and speedrun this whole "Chosen One" thing. Of he skips to Tear by himself where he is supposed to claim a special sword that proves he's the Dragon Reborn. Reality literally bends around him on his way leaving a pretty clear path to follow.

Moiraine is not a fan of Rand going off leash and needs to chase him down. She takes Lan (who is basically glued to her ass anyway), Loial the Ogier (elves but thicc), and Perrin. He's pretty easy to follow since there's a Rand shaped hole left behind everywhere he goes. On the way Perrin makes two new friends; Gual the Aiel, and Faile (who are now both glued to Perrin's ass).

Nynaeve, Egwene, and Elayne are hunting more dark friend Aes Sedai after there was a theft and breakout of several of them from the White Tower. These dark friends stole several items of power and they must be retrieved. The girls are tracking them down disguised as Aes Sedai which is leading them to Tear unbeknownst to Rand and Moiraine.

Mat has been brought to the White Tower to be healed and separated from the dagger. In addition it is revealed that Mat is now connected to the Horn of Valere due to the events of the second book making him a very valuable asset to the White Tower. Mat nopes the fuck outta that and manages to escape after a lucky run of dicing and finding his old mentor Thom the Gleeman. After traveling to Caemlyn to deliver a letter, Mat becomes aware of a plot to murder Elayne. He knows that she's heading for Tear and decides to go after her.

Overall this is my favorite book of the first three. Its a more complicated plot but its easy enough to follow and every time the POV switches you get excited to learn more about that part of the story. This is the beginning of Rand's "madness" which is a side effect of being the Dragon Reborn as well as being a male witch and I enjoy how its written. You really feel for Rand as he acts like a cornered animal with nothing to lose. Perrin's interactions with his two new companions are fun with Gual being a fast friend who gives good advice and Faile being a compelling romantic interest with an acid tongue. I really enjoy how Perrin really appreciates Faile's beauty over time as he gets to know her. That said they kinda fall for each other really fast out of nowhere. Although they are probably one of the more interesting couples in the series. The girls have a fun roadtrip down to Tear with lots of new characters introduced. They aren't as prominent in this book but once they get to Tear they get to do a lot of cool shit. Mat's roadtrip with Thom is a fun reflection of their trip together in the first book with a far more competent Mat and a Thom who sees Mat as more of a man. We also get to see Mat's intelligence shine in this book which is great because he was more of a side character in the first two books.

The ending is a chaotic mess but in a fun way. All of these characters are smashing into each other by coincidence and foiling each others plans, rescuing each other from danger, and of course getting into arguments. There isn't really a big antagonist in this ending but it doesn't detract from the book at all.

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OK NOW WE ARE GETTING SPICY! This is where the series really starts to shine bright!

The Shadow Rising is widely considered to be one of the best novels in the whole series. Personally it is my favorite fantasy novel hands down! The Shadow Rising is trying to do many things here but primarily it is: expanding the scope of the setting, circling back to previous plot points/details, increasing our main cast's influence on the world.

The Shadow Rising is the longest book for a reason. It is covering many, many storylines at the same time but I'm going to try and narrow it down. Primarily I'm going to focus on four groups: "Al'Thor of the Three-Fold Land," "Back to the Shire," "Little Witch Academia: Spy Game pt.3," and "How to Stage a Coup: Paint It Red."

Rand has been reading. This is a mistake. He decides that he must go to the Aiel Waste in order to become their chosen one, the Car'a'carn, The Chief of Chiefs. He is joined by Mat, Egwene, Moiraine, and his Aiel allies. During their journeys they are forced to discover more about themselves. Egwene goes to desert witch bootcamp. Mat gets a fancy spear and a new hat. Honestly, everything is coming up Al'Thor so far.

Perrin is worried about Emond's Field and decides to go back home and make sure everything is ok. He is joined by Gaul, Loial, Faile, and two additional Aiel Bain and Chiad who have taken a liking to Faile. They show up to the Two Rivers being invaded by Trollocs and the White Cloaks (who are chasing Perrin). Perrin and friends rally the Two Rivers to fight against both invaders.

Nynaeve, Elayne, Thom, and a new friend from the last book Juilin are still trying to smoke out the dark friend Aes Sedai. They track the traitors to Tanchico and begin searching the city. They end up finding more than they bargained for.

Min is continuing to be an endlessly annoyed guest of the White Tower. She is being used as a spy by the Amyrlin Seat (head of the White Tower) but she soon finds herself in a dangerous situation. Elaida the Red Sister is attempting a coup to claim the Amyrlin Seat for herself. Min manages to fine Siuan (the original Amyrlin) and Leane (her right hand woman) but they are both powerless and can no longer do magic. As they are escaping they also collect the dangerous criminal and False Dragon, Logain.

This is what we were waiting for. This is the true first chapter of the series. Everything up to know has been a prologue in my mind. We get serious character development, expansion of the setting, violence, romance, and so much more magic. If you want to read this series but don't think you'll finish it I BEG OF YOU read to this book. The Aiel are so goddamn cool and their culture is really interesting. The magic fights are getting more intense with them being narrated almost like sword fights. The politics within the White Tower and the Two Rivers is really cool. The drama in the Two Rivers with Perrin is so intense! I just can't praise this book enough.

I think I have to leave it there this is already too damn long. I really hope you give this series a chance and see if it is for you. Happy reading everyone!

“You can never know everything, and part of what you know is always wrong. Perhaps even the most important part. A portion of wisdom lies in knowing that. A portion of courage lies in going on anyways.” - The Eye of the World

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The power system of miraculous sucks

Today I wanted to talk about something that deeply annoys me in miraculous, and I know I'm not alone on this one. The power system, my feelings about this are all over the place so I'll try to organize it, you can leave your opinions in the commentsI would love see it, so y'all get ready to spend 10000 bucks in an the asylums bill cause we're gonna need it, and let's do it.

Unoriginality And Copying

Miraculous is extremely unoriginal with it's powers and here's why.

First, I don't think is wrong for any show to get power ideas from elsewhere, that isn't considered copying as long as you do your own thing with it. The problem is, with every new miraculous presented, the writers eventually runned out of ideas on what to do next. Which is something that would happen eventually, 20 miraculous, it was gonna happen, which is why they should have looked into it before making this decision.

we started to see the ideas ending in season three, this is where we got miraculouses like the monkey, a miraculous that can mess up people's power and has a staff, not only did it copy the Weapon from the black cat but it also is just a pretty useless power against anything that isn't magic.

And it goes on this too every hero of season three, their weapons are shit, their powers are either useless (snake, monkey, horse) or don't make sense (dragon,bunny) and this problem of the show copying itself just gets worst in season four, we have the tiger being a copy of cataclysm, the pig being one of the bee, the goat being a copy of the ladybug, ASTRUC, YOU'RE NOT A MINECRAFT YOUTUBER, STOP COPYING YOURSELF, and all their weapons are shit cause the miraculous crew can't get good toy looking weapons when even a 12 year old Steven universe fan can.

Way before in season two, the bee the fox and the turtle were so creative, There's this thing is animation which makes so that the friends of the main hero tend to have supportive powers instead of actual powers,

In miraculous season two it felt like all the miraculous could be the miraculous worn by the main characters, actually, they were even better than the main character's they had personality, were strong but not too much, the costumes were cool, so in season three astruc, the creator of miraculous, went back into the writing team, as the creator of the show he surely will bring us awesome miraculouses, right?

Useless miraculous

Miraculous has so many powers that are stupid it pains me, they have no reason to exist or are just overall the worst powers I've ever seen a superhero have, and more than half of them is caused by there having one miraculous that is better than it, as time went on the writers became tired of coming up with concepts for superheroes and just took the most basic ah power inspired by some of the stupid background character "personality" and made a miraculous, not caring if they would actually be useful, interesting, or that aren't a copy, what proves this is things like the dog miraculous, not only dog holders have the most terrible disgusting designs I've ever seen, but it's power is to throw a ball, and now you can teleport stuff to you, wanna know what other thing teleports stuff? THE HORSE MIRACULOUS.

Take the queen's jewelry for example, the bee miraculous has a nice design, a cool ahh power, A top that can be used like a slingshot, a kwami with a unique personality that completed their holders character, perfection.

Now that all the team miraculous is gonna be active at the same time soon or later people are gonna realize that some miraculouses are useless when there's a guy the same job but better.

the monkey is fucked if anything that doesn't have powers show up, the ox has invinsibility for 5 minutes which either, all villains that can teleport you somewhere (which is something miraculous loves doing) are now powerless, or the akuma could do a ancient technique called fighting without superpowers, throw a car at him and he dies. The dog, pig, tiger, and goat are there just for show when we have their much more powerful contraparts, the horse can teleport people, the bee makes it so you have no chance to "wake up" the cat can actually destroy stuff, and the ladybug who we will talk about it later don't you worry.

But remember that thing where the horse is better than the dog? it's also ruined cause it and the snake were ruined by the one thing worse than a useless superpower

Overpowered Miraculous

Ok, I know you all want to hear my thoughts on the bunny miraculous so let's get this out of the way, THIS MIRACULOUS IS ABSOLUTELY STUPID, IT'S THERE ONLY TO SELL TOYS, MAKE FAN SERVICE EPISODES THAT GO LITERALLY NOWHERE, AND TO FUCK UP THE TIMELINE OF A SHOW THAT ALREADY HAS A FUCKED UP TIMELINE, BUT NOT ONLY THAT, IT ALSO RUINS BOTH THE SNAKE AND HORSE MIRACULOUS CAUSE WITH THE GOD THAT IS FLUFFY CAN SHOW UP ANYWHERE YOU WANT AND YOU HAVE MORE THAN 5 MINUTES TO FUCK UP TIME.

AND DONT YOU FUCKING DARE TO TELL ME THAT MESSING WITH TIME CAN FUCK UP EVERYTHING AS WE CAN SEE IN CHAT BLANC AND TIME TAGGER WE SEE THAT THEY HAVE PLENTY OF TIME TO FIX UP IF THEY DO SOME BULLSHIT, IT IS THE WORST MIRACULOUS, AND IS THERE JUST TO FUCK THINGS UP, JUST LIKE WHEN ASTRUC DESIDES TO WRITE AND EPISODE.

With my anger out of the way let's talk about it. The overpowered miraculous are few but they exist and annoy me and a lot of people.

Overpowered superheroes are not necessarily bad, we have great examples of overpowered superheroes, I'll talk more about it later but to do a good overpowered hero you need to have good writing, do you see the problem?

You have to make a hero/villain that is on the same level as the villain, otherwise it will look stupid when one of them loses, and in MLB it happens so much…

In miraculous we have things like the rooster miraculous, the miraculous of plot convince

"but aguinha you see, in destruction we see that the rooster isn't that powerful, he can't grand wishes or-

No, it is the miraculous of plot convince, it just has this rules when it needs to have this rules, at the same time it can't reveal a hero secret identity, it can grant you the power to travel through multiverses, so no, it doesn't have limits, it just has rules when the writers need it to.

And the Ladybug miraculous is so stupid, she has the literal power to create anything, magic or not, out of her imagination, but she doesn't, guess she's just lazy to search up more on her powers, and she's not only stupid cause she doesn't want to do anything with her powers, but that she gave up on the power that would make every single fight she can have with an akumatized end in one second, the eagle.

For those who don't know let me explain, imagine you are home and your mom tells you to do the dishes and leaves, you want to do the dishes but the holder of the eagle miraculous takes a feather (very original) and it flies into you, the holder can now say "I free you from your responsibilities" and now you won't do the dishes anymore, your mom then comes home and Beats the shit out of you, that's how this miraculous works.

If ladybug had two brain cells she would get this shit to herself and every time a akuma spears she would just go there, use a feather and say I release you from evil, the person gives up, the akuma is automatically purificated, everything is fine and the show fucking ends, but ladybug has -2 braincels so no, this show has to keep ongoing until either all the writers finally go to an asylum or all the remaining fans from themselves of a cliff.

This is why overpowered heroes are detrimental to your story. You have to think about which power to give to which character because otherwise shit like this is gonna happen, and your audience will point it out.

Again it's very possible to make a story about an overpowered hero be good, but it needs something that the writers didn't care much about.

Limitations

Limitation is something Every character needs even if they are made to be overpowered, and it is an important part of writing a character. overpowered or not, limitations are what makes a hero/villain be equals with their rival, Superman might be extremely powerful but Brainiac is nearly indestructible, it is what makes a fight fair, so how do they handle the superhero limitations in miraculous? Like they did it with their fucking asses, it's broken, lazy, and doesn't make sense.

But first let's see the limitations of the heroes.

The first one is the rule that after using their special power in 5 minutes they are gonna detransform they want it or not, which I honestly think is a pretty good way to keep the fights fair and interesting, they can't just spam cataclysm or lucky charm, BUT THEN ADULTS CAN USE IT AS MUCH AS THEY WANT AND MAKES IT LOOK FUCKING STUPID, cause it makes the choice of using teenagers look even more dumb, "oh but hawkmoth wouldn't be able to talk to them" I think that the akumas fighting in their style would be better but if that's the problem MAKE IT THAT HAWK MOTH DETRANSFORMS AND TRANSFORMS BACK LATER, it's stupid to make that hawk moth doesn't need to transform back cause not only the whole thing of detransforming in 5 minutes was because the kwamis got tired, but it seems more stupid why hawkmoth doesn't akumatized 9 people at once, but it gets worst, in season five the heroes """"""grow up"""""" and now the rule doesn't apply to them anymore, infinite cataclysm and infinite lucky charm, how is Lila supposed to fight them again? This shit is worse than recent Dragon Ball power levels, and I won't even talk about the thing that now the rule of "they will transform back they want or not'' can actually be broken by the holder, with no consequences cause in re-verse we see nothing but some cracks that don't even seem to hurt.

And do I have to say anything about the ladybug creation power? She can create anything, magic or not, a charm which can literally stop another kwamis power, but no let's not use it to try finding monarch.

Upgrades

I made my own category for upgrades cause I think they are the most stupid part of the show and I wanted to go more in detail about it than to just put it in the limitations, the upgrades in miraculous are stupid, and I mean extremely stupid.

In miraculous there are three types of upgrades, the potions, the permanent, and the fusions, so let's first talk about the potions first shall we?

I overall like the idea of the potions, you can get an upgrade by having you or your kwamis eating a potion, but you can't just use it every single fight because as fu said, those motions take multiple ingredients to brew, I think it's a good idea, the problem is that this concept wasn't introduced thinking about giving th heroes an upgrade to make their battles more interesting, it was introduced thinking about how many toys they could sell, and what proves this is how specific they are, ladybug but she has a space suit, ladybug but she is Elsa, ladybug but she's a Mermaid, ladybug fire edition, and there's still three more to go, those are way too specific to actually be useful, aqua bug for exemple, she's only used when the villain happens to be water themed, or they have to swim for some reason, not only it doesn't make sense, for literal minigods to have a water upgrade, not only it would be better to see the two idiots use their brains to try figure out a creative way to defeat the motherfucker of the week, BUT THEIR WEAPONS CAN MAKE THEM BREATH UNDERWATER, it's stupid, and I hope they don't introduce the other 4, cause the last upgrade we got was able to totally destroy the use of the horse miraculous, and I wish Marinette had never learn how to brew this things.

The permanent upgrades are somehow able to piss me of even more than the potions even only showing up two times in the show, the first one was with ladybug and her magical charms, if we forget how she made those, I was happy about their existence, no more reusing villains, just new designs with cool powers like a superhero show should be, of course it wasn't perfect, everyone was wondering why ladybug just didn't made a bunch of those and gave one to everyone in Paris because the writers forgot to flash out that they are made by the akuma dust, and had to say it on Twitter later, but even so, new villains, except not as shadow moth also got an upgrade in one episode with 0 buildup, WHAT? why would you ever do that? Actually I know why they did this, it's cause most cartons have a continuity director, but I think the one for miraculous took a vacation, and the writers forgot that Mr pigeon would later become Mr rat, and he now had a magical charm, so he couldn't be akumatized, just kidding it was to save money, so miraculous introduced a concept, just so in the same season, it became useless, but actually not cause in confrontation we find out that they can create a shield if a bunch of people help you. And I wanna throw myself off a bridge-

Now let's get to the bottom of the barrel, fusions, I'll make this one quick, fusions are in my opinion are in top 5 more stupid things miraculous ever presented, back in season one fusions were seen as a big deal, but as time went on they became jokes, first you can now fuse and not become an all powerful magical being, and that this was just for the black cat and ladybug, and already, why give unexpired people miraculous if you can just fuse? But then came kwami buster and evolution, so now you can use infinite miraculouses with 0 consequences cause we never see anyone going insane like fun said they would. Do I even have to say anything else? It's stupid, world breaking and

It's lazy writing, but really, that's exactly what miraculous is.

Conclusion

In conclusion, miraculous power system is a mess, and it's funny that it's a mess, in season 1-3 it was organized, not the best but still fun and enjoyable, but when the writers tried to add an actual plot to the show, when they tried to make the power system more complex, they fucked up everything, and they will keep on fucking everything up until the end of time, but that's all I wanted to say, this is already massive enought, if you got this far, thank you for reading and I'll see you in the next post

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