I Got Ares!

OKAY, I HAVE A HOT TAKE:

They were so hard on Jim bc of a few reasons:

1) he is a child, most trollhunters weren't chosen until they were adults, so having a child be chosen is shocking. Would you trust the fate of the world to a child? Cause I know I wouldn't. I'd even be iffy on someone in their 20s.

2) he's a human, yes the amulet was made by Merlin, a magical human, but it was made for the trolls, to be used by trolls(more or less). To see something that is so highly praised and protected be wielding by someone who is part of a group that tried to kill off/enslave ur entire species IS unsettling and upsetting. Regardless of that person's true intentions.

However, this is where I think my opinion is a bit controversial, Jim wouldn't have succeeded if not for his friends. Troll culture is very much, "do it yourself" and doesn't exactly praise brains or teamwork when it comes to their warriors. Jim always had his friends, and tried to make friends with his enemies- even giving them second chances(which from the troll perceptive is seen as weakness or pitying). He worked as a group, and it was shown that when he split off and tried to do things himself, he ended up getting in over his head or nearly killed, to which his crew would then show up and aid him. The amulet was never met for just one person to wield. It was meant for a group, for the leader to wear. It's no different than a crown or a rank. Like the Matrix of Leadership from Transformers. It marks who is best to lead at that time, not who's best to protect, and definitely not meant to be used alone.

The reason the others failed where Jim succeeded was bc of the people who he loved and the ones who loved him.

@staff my friend recently got their account completely deleted by y'all, is there any way they can at least have access for a few hrs to get all their stories off if it? Or at least give them an explanation for deleting their account they had for forever. This is seriously not cool at all that you get delete all their stuff without giving a warning.

@lovehonny2 is their new account. Please at least have the decency to tell them why.

Do you even ship for Lupin Characters? Even the first Characters?

Wym?

Like, ship as in ship them together? Cause nah, not really, I find a few characters attractive but I'm not super deep into the fandom atm

And if you meant simp, yes the detective (I can't remember how to spell his name) and Gerald, tho in a 'i hate him so much but also I wanna kiss his handsome face and I hate it's way lolol but I def don't knock anyone who likes him, his an interesting character and serves a really great parallel to Lupin!

My original ask was actually suggesting when she sits on his face it'd be with her butt. With more of a humiliation/claiming him as her's intent, rather than oral. Regardless, I still appreciate that you took the time to write this!

Ah! Well, expect a re-write then to be published soon! It may be published later on, as its past 2am for me but I will make another one :)

My request is kinda similar to my first one. (Dragon Ball) Android 18 (Destroyed Future Version) Finding a guy hiding out from the Androids. But she thinks he is cute so she decides to make him her boyfriend. (Even if he likes it or not) But if she catches him trying to escape she sits on his face to teach him a lesson, having his face trapped under her booty until she is sure he will be faithful to her

I gotta ask, what’s your obsession with women sitting on dudes faces to show dominance? I’m not judging, but what is so fascinating? Also, sorry this took so long but I tried to go extra, so I hope you like it!CW: Male reader, Mentions of gore(very brief), POV switching(Only once), Facesitting to show dominance, male submission, mentions of enslavement and forced pet play. 

Queen of Apathy’s new pet

The buildings stand in defiance of the people who fell. They are no vulnerable flesh but concrete and steel, not as timeless as the mountains that ring the city but able to outlast the civilization that created them by centuries. Given enough time even the smooth grey will give way to a jungle of green and this “ancient” civilization will lay ruined for future generations to discover and perhaps piece together how we lived. I wonder if they'll know how we, with all our labor-saving devices could barely glean six hours sleep, and even when the opportunity to rest came our stress levels kept us unwillingly awake. But for now, all I can do is walk ant-like between the monoliths, grey at my feet, grey at every side, under a carpet of grey that promises nothing but a storm. In the end, it was not our using up of resources that killed us. It was our arrogance and lust for technology that doomed us, for it was man’s own created machines that slaughtered us simply because they could.

A bleak, thin wind it was, like a fine sour wine, searching the marrow and bringing no bloom to the cheek. A thick dreariness that hung in the air and condensed in my lungs making it difficult to breathe. The sky swirls, ominous clouds tinted with the blood of the fallen which had turned to mist in the heat of their death, curling together like a serpent. These clouds were followed by the sudden burst of lightning, sometimes flashing bolts of pure energy seem to stand for long moments around certain buildings. Count one, count two, count three, then, came explosions of thunder in great waves of discordant and demented sounds. The noise level became so intense that it rattled what few windows were still intact. The wind raised to the level of a thousand howling hounds.

I bend forward, pulling my hood over my head and picking up my pace. I run into an abandoned building, the rain pounds against my back like bullets. By the time I get to my sanctuary, I am soaked to the bone and stand shivering like a rat just pulled from the water. My teeth clatter together to create a melody with my pounding heart as it thumps against my ribcage. I drop the hood of my jacket down, it slaps onto my back with a wet splat that has a small, childish chuckle leaving me at the obscene noise. I breathe slowly, in then out to still my heart and relax my tense muscles. They hadn’t been seen in some time and so I had volunteered to go out to scavenge the cities with a small group. I had wondered away from the others, I wanted to see my old apartment and try and scavenge what I could from it- at least pick up a few of my old toys for the kids back home, I knew they could use that cheering up.

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If apathy was a person, Dr. Gero once said, her skin would be pale from lack of sun and her limbs would seem to thin and long for her torso. Her hair would be as pale gold as wheat overdue for harvest, swaying in the wind and eyes of a clouded sky on a summer day. Her voice would be of a viola, slow and even with the hint of more emotion under a stone facade of uninterest. If apathy was a person, I would be her. Through all his constant monologuing, that was the few things I remember. Apathy, yes I am apathy. Nothing is as interesting anymore, if things were different would I still be apathetic? Possibly, what could be stronger than my brother and I?

Flying over this broken cityscape brings more waves of disinterest, constant boredom that gnaws like an insistent rat at the back of my mind. It burrows itself in my bones and tightens my muscles to the point I feel I may explode if I don’t find something to do. My eyes scan below me, surely scavenge teams have been sent out? Surely, one human will be foolish to walk out in the open. I close my eyes, crossing my arms and weaving around buildings in frustrating ease that spoke volumes for the monotony of my current life. However, I jerk to a halt. A noise, soft and near blending into the rain that mops my hair. Feet, running. My eyes scan the area now on full alert and spot the retreating form of someone running into a building. A smirk dances onto my lips and I fly higher into the sky, knowing the building had a hole on one side of the roof. As I approach the roof I can hear it chuckle, a deep sound. A male. I descend at a quicker pace, peeking inside to get a feel of the situation before chuckling myself.

A lone guy soaked to the bone and thinking he was safe. How...pathetic. Truly, apathy did not feel like this. I landed silently, his back still turned to me. Surely, he had heard me or was he so enraptured with his escape from the rain that he was truly oblivious. I stand behind him, a sudden wave of giddy anticipation for what I could do this human thumping through my body from head to toes. He was none the wiser to my presence just behind him. I could blast a hole through his back, strangle him from behind or if I don’t mind getting dirty, I could rip his intestines out as he slowly bleeds to death and watch as the life leaves his eyes. However, we are both startled as he turns abruptly and he screams, throwing himself back against a wall. For my part, my eyes only widen a margin before I am closing in on him.

My hand snaps up and my fingers wrap around his neck, feeling his quickened pulse against my palm. His own hands fly up to grip my wrist and he struggles to breathe. He gasps, eyes glassing over and mouth gaping like a fish. His hair is tousled and wet, clinging to his forehead and his eyes look frantically at my face and at the things behind me. He begs, only barely with my crushing grasp. My head tilts, my own eyes flickering around his face and body. For a human, he was attractive I could suppose. More of an endearing cuteness added to the fact of how weak he was, it was like seeing a puppy. Your instinct to kill it diminished when it gave you pleading eyes and soft, high pitched whines. My hand unlocks from around his reddened throat and he drops to the floor. His hands now feeling around his throat as he coughs and sputters, trying to scoot further back into the wall and appear as none threatening as possible.

I rest my hands on my hips, thinking. If I killed him now, it would be boring again. I’d fall right back into the rut I was in before with nothing to do. However, if I kept him around I could have endless amount of fun. I could make him do useless chores, do tricks like a dog. 17 wouldn’t be happy at first, but he did say I could have anything I wanted and perhaps, at least for the time being, I could keep him on a leash. If he got boring I could torture the location of the other humans out of him and get a new toy. What to do now, though? He seems submissive enough but what would really drive home the fact he is laughably weak compared to me?

A smirk slowly drew up my lips and my pearly white teeth exposed themselves. I knelt before him, grinning like a shark as I slowly undid my belt. If it worked in the animal kingdom, surely it would work for this. He was just a dog now. I stared in down as he watched in abject horror as I grasped my belt in hand. “Your hands. Put them out in front of you.” I practically purr out, I couldn’t have him thinking he could try to get away and if his hands were bound he wouldn’t be able to stop me. He doesn’t listen at first, stares blankly at me before I snap the belt. That jolts him into action and he presents his hands as if he were expecting to get handcuffs. I chuckle, “Used to being bound, are we?” I cooe before quickly binding his hands together with my belt. I then stand, stepping on the extra belt and effectively pinning his hands to the ground between his legs.

I turn my body, my foot that stands on the belt simply twisting with me instead of picking it up. I could hear him swallow and it causes a chuckle to work its way out of me. I then grab a fistful of his hair, using it as an anchor. “You’re pathetic, a dog. A lowly mutt that serves no purpose but for my entertainment.” I then lean back, pressing my ass to his face. He struggles but I keep his arms and head still as I grind.

“Do you understand? You belong to me now. I am your master, your Alpha and you are nothing but an omega who lives to serve me until the day I decide you are useless.” My voice is chipper, giddy at the end and I laugh. My eyes sparkle with a level of pure delight, not even killing can accomplish these days.

He whimpers like a dog, body going limp and I can feel him nod, agreeing to whatever I say. I pull away, he gasps for breath that I had stolen from him for a second time. I step away, throwing him to the ground and he lands on his side. His eyes are red and puffy, wetness now from crying running down his cheeks. His face is a deep red from my action and he shivers from a combination of cold, fear and pure humiliation. My head tilts up, looking down at him from my nose and my hands go back to my hips.

I may be the personification of Apathy, but that does not mean I can’t take an interest in something.

Thank you so much for doing my request! To answer your question, the only story like this that I was going to request was the predator one. But I was telling my friend about Tumblr's I follow and I mentioned the story you wrote for me. So he asked me to request an Android 18 version of it. But I really like the way you write. Most people who do requests only write a few paragraphs. But you go the extra mile and make it feel like a real story with detail! So I just wanna say again, thanks.

I'm very happy to hear that! Yeah, I love writing, it's my passion. I don't mind too much what I write(as long as I'm familiar with the source material) but I always do try to above and beyond. Especially for people requesting stuff, because I really wanna showcase my talent and show them how grateful I am for the request!

Honestly, this story was very fun to write. I love writing outside of what I normally do and facesitting for domination is definitely something I haven't done until you requested it! It really helped me expand my own knowledge too since I looked into it.

I wish it was a lil, cause then I could putt that tiny motherfucker so far away from me soviet russia would make it streseed

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Hmmmm tasty

Shibari piccolo 🤭 

Hope you enjoy, I certainly enjoyed drawing him. 😘

So I’m getting kind of tired of seeing y’all mocking this man’s lovely Japanese name just because his writing isn’t progressive enough for you… it’s strange, you get mad that he isn’t treating female characters with enough respect, so you decide to purposefully twist his name into an insult as if you don’t all preach POC acceptance and insisting people with odd sounding Asian names should be allowed to use them without getting ridiculed…. hypocrites much?

help i made another one - find out which character archetype from regency/victorian fiction you are