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blood-starved-beast · 2 years

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Redemption arc squad for the bingo (Acxa/Farnese/Zuko/Riven/etc)

Redemption Arc squad yes (Did not include Zethrid and Ezor cause redemption - for what? Doing hot girl shit?) To start, here's the original so people have ease of access to see.

Send me more asks if you'd like me to say more.

First, Acxa

Unsurprisingly, she's the one who gets the bingo. Excluding a few others in the fandom, people get her wrong like the amount of parentfication she gets in the fandom is frankly insane why can't fandom be normal about her (saying this, as I proceed to not be normal about her). Her arc is great, and one of the few in vld that made sense, surprisingly enough. Only reason I don't give her the best is cause Haggar/Honerva is there. Of course saying so would be hitting the wasp's nest. She definitely should've gotten more screentime, and they wasted the fact that she worked with Haggar in s8 especially. Keith knew she was with Haggar in the Kral Zera no one bothered to ask her anything??? We should've gotten a backstory flashback in act 2 in my opinion. The way she went around backstabbing people like 10 times but you know she wasn't planning this shit out is the funniest thing what is wrong with her indeed.

Next, Zuko

Zuko, I don't have much opinions about as he was written very good and I'm pretty much satisfied with how the writers went about him. I'd say he gets top spot in Atla for best writing cause Aang's near perfect arc was messed up with the dumb thing to have his avatar state reopened by some random rock. Especially when the world building established that it was an emotional-psychological-spiritual thing. In that sense, Zuko was consistently the best. Zuko's most popular pairings suck and I almost forgot to put this cause my atla fandom experience was literally ten years ago but then I remembered zukk@. Zut@ra I never liked which is rich coming from me who likes friggin Rivelia but my excuse is that my fandom experience was shaped by exposure to that friggin ship war from way back then and that spoiled a lot for me. Katara deserves better and she's not a fixer, at least, not for Zuko she would. Fandom woobification besides that, annoys me especially when he can get all toxic masculinity sometimes (this was a thing established at the Beach ep). His arc is one that I'm always referencing so you could say I'm pretty obsessed with it. If you'd ask me about him 8 years ago I feel like I'd say more but I'm long overdue for an atla rewatch so I'd have to refresh.

Now Farnese

Farnese has one of the more interesting arcs in media I've seen recently. She's a bitch with little freudian excuse and does a lot of horrific things to boot. And YET her redemption arc is so so good Miura was a master at his craft Rest in Peace. I think she'd benefit more from screentime but this is just me wanting a good Berserk adaption post golden age. Her best character work is when she works with Casca and Schierke imho.

Finally, Riven

Riven I love a lot but she hasn't reached Meow-Meow stage to get the bingo (for League, that award I think, would go to Irelia). Her fandom reception is weird though, but that depends on who you look to. The cismale fans are really gross with her, and the friggin battle bunny skin is atrocious. The original that is. Which was a fan-inspired skin by the way. That and her popularity among this cohort really messed with her characterization, even in the writers room cause I'd feel like she should be Butch, but cause of it has since seen a more femme-mization in her splashart and other media. As with most non-arcane characters she needs more lore. I'd like to see a Zelda styled game for example, where she tries to atone for her war crimes in Ionia by helping people etc. Besides that I could see her working with Rell, Irelia, others. Sentinels of Light did her so dirty worse than Irelia for sure (maybe not as bad as Pyke or Rengar, but still). There were so many ways to handle that but they did her and Irelia's arc in the most superficial way that I'm dog-bites-cage-rail.jpg all about how it could've been done better. Btw, her popular ships suck cause they are with Yasuo, who I don't really like, and *shudders* Zac. Rivelia is next on the list after that but I do like that, but I have ~ issues ~ with how it was handled but also most fandom content for it is not my cup of tea at all (WHERE IS THE SPICE???).

Thanks for the ask Cat!

For everyone else, here is the original post.

#Acxa #Prince Zuko #Farnese #Riven Konte #vld #atla #Berserk #League of legends #character ask bingo #d asks

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laviedavantgarde · 2 years

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#pretty sure my cohort thinks I'm a hot mess #it's so isolating because I'm trying to be close to them and not feel so lonely but fuck me I guess #I seem to not fit in anywhere #maybe I shouldn't pursue my future dissertation topic because my future cohort will probably think I'm some problematic fuckboy who agrees #that everything in GTA is justified and I agree to its content #that is SO FAR from the truth #why do I have to be so goddamn transparent sometimes and talk about a controversial game to academics #guess you can't be an academic and partake in such games without this vibe of you being problematic or in poor taste #I'm a fucking critical thinker like them and I hope to God they see it in my discussion boards #idk I just feel like everything I do ends up badly or someone gets hurt #fuck fuck fuck fuck FUCK #don't reblog

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malethirsty · 4 years

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Victory Starts With V & Ends In Sex - Roman Reigns

Summary: Following a much deserved victory against King Corbin & Dolph Ziggler, Roman Reigns finally capitalizes on it with you.

Warnings: M/M smut (21+), Daddy Kink, Bareback (Wrap Before You Tap!)

Inspired By: https://twitter.com/malethirst/status/1196169686259363842?s=21

You had been watching SmackDown from the wings half cheering and half covering your eyes, watching Roman’s latest bout with King Corbin. You hadn’t been a fan of these recent dog food matches because instead of getting to fuck the beautiful Samoan, you had to wash the food out from him, it was fucking up with your relationship and you were desperate, however this night however was set to be different. Some type of God clearly decided to take pity on you tonight however as you soon heard Roman’s battle cry, and looking up you saw him expertly hit a spear on Corbin for the win, the guerrilla erupting into cheers as their locker room leader finally pulled out a victory, none as loud as you were, though for more than just a victory for Roman's status, it meant tonight you wouldn't be bathing Roman, but rather bathing in the glory of the Samoan, which usually meant a good, long, intense fuck. He eventually walked through the curtain, getting his congratulations from his cohort. He soon walked up to you, last in the line & whispered in your ear “Thanks for supporting me tonight baby boy, tonight you get to handle a different type of meat” he winked at you. You moved your hand to his cock, but he quickly grabbed it in a vice like way “Nuh-uh, go back to the hotel, wait for me there, this ain’t no shower fuck, you’re gonna get treated like a prince tonight.” He winked over at you and walked over to the locker room. Spurred on by his challenge, you made your way out of the guerrilla and up to the hotel.

You picked out a silky dressing gown and draped yourself over the couch, eagerly awaiting his arrival, it had been so long since you'd gotten to experience Roman in bed, sure he was the sweet type outside of the doors and he treated you right inside of them, but no one really knew what a freak Roman was in bed, ever since you'd decided to take the step into sex, you wouldn't have been surprised if you'd hadn't already completed the entire Kuma Satra, he was as dominant in bed as he was in the squared circle, and it wouldn't be uncommon to go multiple M e rounds into the night and early morning, nothing would stop Roman until he was entirely sated sexually, and that sort of power had led you to fuck pretty much anywhere from the hotel, to his dressing room, gym, even after the show once the crowd went home, Roman laid you down in the ring and pounded you into the slats, turning you into the biggest slut imaginable as you pushed back against him, begging for more and he happily obliged. You were so lost in your thoughts rear you didn’t hear the door open and Roman come in. He saw your feet draped over the edge of the couch and made his way over to you, once you caught eyes with him, your face lit up and beamed “Hail the conquering hero Y/N." He spoke, his voice deep as if coming from the pit of his stomach and you didn't wait to be asked twice, you leapt up onto him and locked him in a kiss. Roman's tongue slid into your mouth as his hands gripped your ass, feeling up what belonged to him as he made out with you. “Fuck” he breathed out as he broke the kiss to breathe, you took the time to run your hands over his body, his beautiful skin, Roman returning the favour by running his hands through your hair.

"Bedroom now" He growled and you untangled your legs around Roman and lowered yourself to the ground, where Roman gripped your hands and led you to the promised land. “Strip for me babe, give daddy a show.” Roman instructed, pulling off his own shirt to push you to remove the robe for him, you moved your hands to the knot and undid it slowly, keeping your eyes on your man, you slowly removed the fabric, showing off your naked form for Roman, who moaned as his reward was exposed to him, he looked down to your dick, which had been exceptionally hard since you'd drifted off into thoughts of how and when Roman had claimed you as his. He moved towards you and slid his hand hand your torso "This right here, is all mine." He pulled his pants down with his other hand, his cock flopping out, as stiff as yours yet only getting harder “See this Y/N? This is how hard you made me, I think you need to get your pretty lips round it & suck it.” You fell to your knees and obeyed his instruction, fitting as much as you could at first. “God, I’ve missed your hot mouth on my cock.” Roman breathed out in pleasure “You look so hot with my cock in your mouth, I think it would look ever better if you rolled my balls as well”. He hinted and not pausing your ministrations you moved hand down to cup them, lightly rolling them in your hand as you slurped down and up Roman's length.

Roman pulled your hair back, stretching you out as he moved in to kiss you, kissing whilst you were both fucking was powerful, like lightning striking through you, and this was no exception. After his lips parted yours, he slammed in harder making you cry out "Fuck! Roman!" "Yeah you like that, look out the window" you did just that, not noticing anything off until "You forgot to close the curtains babe." Your eyes widened, but Roman, sensing your shock, slid a hand into your hair in a soothing fashion "Don't worry baby, the neighbours should see this, you spread out, getting raw dogged by The Big Dog, looking like an obedient slut while Daddy fucks you good. Bet they'd get off to it, they'd touch themselves, wanting to be in your place, he'll even wanting you to prop yourself up on their bed do they can be as satisfied as me. Fuck them though, the only one who deserves to feel this tight ass grip their dick and cum inside you is ME." He punctuated the last word with a rougher thrust than before, his balls colliding with your ass, the slap echoing around the room. As much of a sex God as Roman was, he still had his limits and after what felt like a quarter of an hour, you noticed Roman’s stroke had started to get sloppier. Roman could sense it as well from how he gripped your neck, nails digging in "Fuck I’m gonna cum, you want Daddy’s cum all up in your hole Y/N?” You used what was left of your voice to groan out a yes. Roman & you went faster and faster, grunting, groaning and moaning until your moans filled the air from the both of you as you both came, falling onto the bed in a heap as you came down from the intense fuck. you lay there, rattled by your respective orgasms before Roman spoke “Don’t wait until I win another match babe, I can’t wait to get up in there again.” You laughed at his words “Well you don’t have to worry anymore, I think you said you wanted to make a sex tape with me" "Yeah so I can have something to jerk off to on the road." Roman said a matter factly as if ssying what the weather was "Well you’ve got me and this weekend to flim, all so we don't have to shoot all in one take, in fact, you'll be shooting more than once.” “Goddamn, I love you Y/N” Roman let out softly as you moved in and kissed him again, warming up for the second of many rounds to come.

Roman threw his head back moaning so loud that the neighbors would probably hear “Oh yeah! Such a fucking slut, you’re making me feel so damn good.” He glanced down at you, cock in mouth, balls in hand “I want to make a sex tape with you, what I'm seeing now, you being all submissive for me, God it's fucking sight!" “Fetch the camera later, it’s been so long since I got your dick, fuck me hard like I deserve.” Roman chuckled “Babe, I’d do anything for you.” He pulled you off his cock and up to his face, where he again kissed you, the taste of Roman's musk now trapped in his mouth as he again made out with you, before pulling away and turning you around roughly and shoving you onto the bed stomach first, hiking up your hips so your ass was aligned to his cock, he placed two fingers into his mouth spitting on them before he began to move down but you stopped him “You don’t need to prepare me, ever week since this Corbin mess began, I’ve been stretching myself open, hoping you would win a match & you’d fuck me roughly after.” Roman looked stunned at first, but it soon melted to a look of arousal “Had I had known that you were on the line, I would have fought harder. But no matter, I’ve got you now & I plan to make you feel real good tonight and every other fuckjng night” He slid in, the both of you moaning in pleasure. He started to move swiftly, picking up the pace “Fuck, I forgot how nice & tight you were” you arched your back, Roman gripping onto your hair as he thrusted inside on you. Yeah baby, you've been waiting for so damn long to feel my dick inside you, take it, feel how hard it is inside you, how is pulses, how it'll nut inside you, appreciate this dick.” He grunted out, a grin forming on his face as he uttered the most dirtiest things as he fucked you like only The Big Dog could “Yes sir, I love how it feels inside me, love how you fuck me, Oh God Roman!” his thrusts became deeper and harder as you complimented his stroke game, Roman flipped his hair back, a cockier look forming on his face "So fucking good for me, God I’m so lucky to have you”

#Roman Reigns #Male Reader #Roman Reigns x Male Reader #Roman Reigns Smut #WWE #WWE Smut

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fuckprophecys · 5 years

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Writing prompt! "How many times have you attempted this?" "Too many, but I promise you I'm gonna get it this time." (Maybe hazel to Frank? Do whatever u want with it)

The day started pretty ordinary. It was the weekly wash day, so she spent about 2 hours washing her hair and putting them up in Bantu knots. She got all dressed up, helped some campers out with their morning chores, and had a light and fun breakfast. She even found herself some time to go meet her brother at their father’s temple to do some cleaning up.

That all drastically changed when she was making her way back to camp.

Hazel watched in complete and utter distress, holding back the urge to unravel a knot just so she could twirl the lock nervously between her fingers. It was only noon, the sun just starting to shimmer as the gleaming orb emerged from behind a morning cloud’s silver lining.

There, a few delicate paces beyond her, was Praetor Frank in his official's attire, sweating to the gods knees.

"How many times have you attempted this?" Her voice was gentle.

"Too many, but I promise you I'm gonna get it this time."

A gold nugget popped up at her feet as her head met her hands. Frank huffed, lifting up a large cardboard box with the Amazonian Smile on the side, and started trekking uphill.

She jumped a little, looking back up at him. With a small yelp, she scampered after him. Not caring if she kicked up dust or dirtied her shoes, she followed in his shadow.

“Frank! This isn’t going to work!”

“Yes it is, I’m making sure it will.”

Hazel tried to snatch the shiny gold scarf off the top of the box, but resulted in nearly tripping over her heels and smashing into Frank’s back.

Guess it’s a good thing he’s a very large and buff man, even if she ran into him he wouldn’t feel much of it.

“Come on Frank, think about what you’re doing.”

“Hazel I’ve got to do this.”

“It’s just one prom! You don’t have to go all out for-”

He shushed her.

“Yes I do. I must. It is my calling.”

Hazel watched him walk off down the path to the village, the pride on his shoulders nearly glittering in his Mars Strength aura and the sunlight. Soldiers from all cohorts - who were bustling about doing their midday chores - parted the way for him, then curiously followed in suit behind their leader. Some pulled out cell phones and did whatever magic they needed to access the video camera.

“This just really fluffles my chicken nuggets.” She huffed below her breath. “You don’t have to one up Reyna like this!”

No one responded to her.

Part of her wanted to save the day. Another part knew she couldn’t. A piece of her wanted to be there anyways, just to see if he can do it.

She huffed up her elegant pink hoop skirt and trekked after the rushing crowd.

The crowding stopped at the village line. Little Julia was giggling with delight as she took weapons left and right, Terminus scuffing in disapproval of people who sheepishly crossed the city limits while apologizing for the mess. The girl’s hair was a vibrant blue, no doubt meaning that she was back on track with her dream to become a powerful demigod of the ocean. Or, at least, pretending to be one. Her wooden sword was painted bronze at her side.

Hazel shoved her way through the crowd, using her skirt as a barrier between them and herself.

“Aunty Hazel!” Julia squealed with delight and bounced towards her, hair flaring out from their pigtails. “Aunty Hazel Aunty Hazel.”

Hazel didn’t remember how she got that title, much less when. It was delightful, though, so she waved at the little girl.

“Hey Julia, I’m just passing through. I don’t have my weapons, I’m a good girl and planned ahead.” She didn’t plan well, her sword was basically hiding in bush. She just didn’t want to be a burden.

“Good Job!” The little girl clapped and looked up at Terminus. For a statue, he looked very tired and agitated. Hazel offered a smile to him, and he nodded his head to the side.

Before leaving, Hazel gave Julia a tiny pink feather. Then she was off sprinting after Frank again.

She arrived just before he could set up everything. But it was still just a tad too late to stop him. The banner was already up, several bundles of flowers along the poles and carving a path in front of him. His attired changed, but only by colour.

Frank Zhang was shaking in excitement and nervousness, standing on the College Campus turf, surrounded by a lightly filled half circle crowd. Nearby, Reyna sat at a table sipping some hot chocolate. Hazel could also see Percy, watching from far off in the sidelines, his face stone blank. The universal Percy sign that he was holding back a laugh.

Hazel forced her way through the crowd, yet again using her hoop to her advantage.

Frank looked back to see her once again.

This time she offered a thumbs up. His face nearly lit up at this, and he went back to setting everything up.

A minute passed. Then two. Five. Ten.

Annabeth appeared in the distance, near her boyfriend, ushering someone with a blindfold. Hazel’s cheeks puffed up in attempted to hide a laugh. Frank stood up, the pride on his shoulders almost shimmering again. Or maybe the stripes were glowing, and she just couldn’t tell.

The crowd had started to thicken with people pooling in again. It seemed like the whole camp was there, holding its breath.

The blonde queen swiftly guided the blindfolded beauty to a spray painted X in the grass, then held up a quizzical thumbs up to Frank. The praetor took a deep breath and fixed his chest plate.

He held a thumbs up back at her.

With the crowd oozing with suspension, Annabeth took the blindfold off and jumped back as fast as she could.

“Michael Kahale, I have tried so many times to get this perfect before I asked… will you go to the Camp Jupiter Leader’s Prom with me?”

There was a moment of pure shock on the face of the Son of Venus, who was still wearing pajamas dotted with llamas in spacesuits. Then a beaming smile etched itself across his face.

“Of course!”

And the crowd erupted in cheers.

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