#Also I would die for That and Sor.
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pairing: simon ‘ghost’ riley x f!reader
word count: 1177
warning: fluff, reader is into plants
notes: inspired by an instagram reel that @/myscprin sent (this fic is also on ao3)
summary: it started out with a stupid potted plant.
Soap had drunkenly bought him one and would not stop whinging until he actually took it home. The man also had the audacity to ask him how the plant is doing, weeks after.
“Fine.” He lied. They were probably browning on his balcony, in a worse condition than he last saw them. It was funny; exciting even, to water the first couple days, having something easy to take care of, but then he saw signs of it not going to make it and subsequently avoided them entirely. Closed his blinds so he doesn’t have to see them die for good measure. The work call came immediately after, and he’s glad he doesn’t have to see it again for a couple months. He can just use work as an excuse next time Soap asks about the dead plant and be done with it.
But it wasn’t done with. Work took eight months, and gathering the courage to just step out to be greeted with a dirty balcony and a dead plant took two weeks extra. But it wasn’t dead. It was thriving. He might be remembering wrong—which is rare for him—but he could’ve sworn the pots were actual terracotta instead of stone painted to look like terracotta. Its leaves are supposed to be brown, or yellow, but they’re now different shades of red, some even resembling wine. Confused, he went back in and kept the blinds closed, joking to himself that maybe it just disliked seeing him, and was better off left alone.
Or so he thought.
The next day he came back to the balcony only to be greeted by a wet patch of floor, and droplets of water on the leaves. It didn’t rain at all yesterday, so either there's a leak that landed right where his plant sits, or someone watered his plants for him. His suspicions landed on the apartment above his neighbour’s, since they’re the only one with an abundance of plants on their balcony. Even though they shared fire escape stairs, and could easily come down to his portion of the balcony, he doubted they would walk down the stairs every single day just to water his plants. So he wanted to see how they did it. Perhaps just hose it from afar? Since they did horribly miss his pot today, from the evidence of excess water on the floor.
How mistaken he was.
It was a weekend, and as soon as he woke up and got his tea and digestives, he sat with his blinds barely open and waited. And waited. And waited. And waited. Until he saw your figure, half covered by the curtains, waltzing right to his plant and watered it as if it was your own. You were there for at most two minutes before walking back upstairs and out of his line of sight.
This has to stop.
Quietly, he took the plant off the balcony and into the apartment, setting it down on an unoccupied dining chair. The plant might seem normal on the balcony, but indoors it looked out of place. It was as if his whole apartment felt smaller and devoid of colour as he stared at it.
Ghost was cleaning a shelf the next day when he heard a loud gasp outside. His reflexes got the better of him and opened the door to see the girl on her tippy toes looking down as if searching for something, and then turned back to look at him. They both stared at eachother like a deer in headlights, although in their heads they’re the deer and the other is the headlights.
Ghost was a deer for not taking good care of his plant, hiding it, and opening his balcony door in record time, and the girl was also a deer because she got caught going to someone else’s balcony to water said plant.
“Sorry, I—“ They both started at the same time.
“Oh, no, I’m sor—“ They started again.
The girl raised her free hand, “I’ll go first. I got scared that your plant fell or something. Sorry if I startled you.” As she said her gaze fell onto the plant in question sitting (unhappily) on the chair.
He looked back at it, “Brought it in to brighten up the place.” He lied. He didn’t even like it. He didn’t like it being indoors, making his already measly living quarters feel even more barren. For some reason her face brightened.
“I have some plants that are easy to take care of, if you want more? I have some that doesn’t need sunlight that much so you can put it in th—“
“No.” What in bloody fuck was she thinking. Did she forget why she watered it in the first place? Is she daft? “Thanks. I go on work trips often.”
To his confusion her face brightened even more. “I can take care of them while you’re away, if you’d let me?”
Oh.
He had fallen right into her trap. Dead fucking centre. If he perceived her as an enemy he’d kill her there and then. But no part of his instincts or his sharpened mind saw her as one. It was his ego talking.
“Nah. You fancy him?” He pointed at the plant.
She shook her head, “I have no more space at mine.”
He went back and reached for it. “Tell you what. I’ll put this boy right back out here. And you can have half of my space for your shit. Sounds good?”
Unfortunately for Ghost, the girl’s wide grin and sparkly doe eyes got burned in his mind for good.
“You mean it?”
“Yeah.”
Work called him to Iceland not a week later and he spent the next few months barely seeing the sun. The country lacked sunlight, which was good for clandestine missions, but he could feel it took a toll on his mental health. Those artificial UV lights made his body feel better but his mind longed for the real deal. So that's why as soon as he got home he opened his curtains to its fullest to bask him and his apartment in some warmth. It took him about fifteen minutes to process what he was seeing. The girl really did take half his space. The space that made him rearrange his apartment layout completely so he could sit down on any chair and still have a view of said space. She had filled it to the best of her abilities while still making way for him to walk onto. Different plants with leaves of varying colours and sizes sat on colourful pots. He spent one morning just sitting there with his tea, trying to spot silly little frog statues half hidden underneath the growth.
It had been a while since he felt something other than dread when he got home, it was the first time in his shitty little apartment that he felt a smile creeping up his face, and it was the first time in what seemed to be forever that he felt.. content.
part 2
#simon ghost riley x reader#simon riley x reader#ghost x reader#call of duty imagines#call of duty#scuffed writing#it sucks when i love angst but can only write fluff
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I never meant for this to happen
So basically this story is about the reader and Sam fighting because Sam wants to leave NY, and then she says something that makes the reader really upset and the reader tells Sam to leave, then Sam feels bad and tries to call the reader but the reader doesn't answer and Sam goes back, turns out the reader was attacked by ghostface and then there is more that I don't want to spoil 👍👍
This Contains: Fights scenes, blood, gore, angst, fluff, mentions of depression and mental illnesses, and more, if any of these make you uncomfortable, I recommend that you do NOT read this!! Also if I write in bold in the story, that means ghostface is talking.
Words: 1573
Y/N'S POV
"PLEASE DO NOT LEAVE SAM, WE JUST MOVED HERE AND BECAME FRIENDS WITH ANIKA AND ETHAN AND QUINN, PLEASE DO NOT LEAVE ME SAM, BY LEAVING NEW YORK, YOURE LEAVING ME, TARA, CHAD, MINDY, AND EVERYONE ELSE." Tears were forming in my eyes as I spoke, I was upset, I knew that I shouldn't have yelled but I did anyways. She was trying to leave again, but this time, I didn't want to leave, I wasn't going to leave and I told her that, she promised no matter what happened, we wouldn't leave again, I can't believe her.
"I HAVE TO YOU DONT GET IT, I DONT WANT TO DEAL WITH THIS ALL OVER AGAIN, I JUST CANT Y/N, YOU COULD COME WITH ME." Sam said, I honestly felt bad for her but why couldn't she just ignore it, I honestly was mad, but sad?? Idk I just wasn't happy about this, I also hate yelling and fighting, which made me feel even worse.
"HOW DO WE EVEN KNOW THIS HAS ANYTHING TO DO WITH US, WE HAVE NO IDEA, ITS HALLOWEEN, PEOPLE ARE GONNA DRESS UP AS GHOSTFACE, ESPECIALLY SERIAL KILLERS, PLEASE DONT LEAVE SAM, I CANT LIVE WITHOUT YOU." Warm tears were streaming down my face as I spoke, my voice broke mid sentence and I was trying so hard not to just completely break down.
"Y/N, YOU DONT EVEN UNDERSTAND THAT WE COULD DIE BECAUSE OF THIS, YOURE TOO BUSY BEING DEPRESSED ZONING OUT ALL THE TIME TO EVEN NOT....ice, shit i'm so sorry I swear I didn't mean it." She paused when saying notice, she realized she messed up by saying that. But did she just bring up my fucking mental illnesses, wtf. The warm tears stopped as I looked at her with betrayal and sadness in my eyes, why would she fucking bring that up. I think she quickly noticed what she said too because she looked at me with pure regret and sadness.
"Get out sam." I didn't even hesitate to say that, I truly loved her and didn't want her to leave NY, but I needed her to leave my apartment, I couldn't be around her at the moment. "No, wait, I'm sor-" "GET THE FUCK OUT SAM." I know it was wrong of me to yell, again, but it worked because she walked out as quickly as she could. The second she slammed the door, warms tears were pouring out of my eyes again and I couldn't breath, I love my girlfriend so much, but why would she say that, I know she didn't mean it, but still. I walked out of the living room, and walked into my room, trying to calm myself down.
After 5 minutes, I get a call from an unknown number, I quickly try to calm myself so I sound like I wasn't just crying, so I pick up. "Hello?" I said "Hello Y/n" The voice is a bit familiar, too familiar, and not the good type. "Who is this?" I quickly asked. "Are you a little upset Y/n, poor sam, she was only trying to protect herself from getting killed, she didn't want to deal with this a second time, but you took it the wrong way. Shut her out. Didn't even give her a chance to apologize, now poor sam, she's out on her own, what if she gets butchered all because of you, y/n." Shit. Shit. Shit.
Next thing I know I'm running out of my room, towards the door. I can't let Sam die, she's one of the few people who stayed after finding out about my past and my problems. I had to get to her.
Next thing I know, a cold metal blade was pressed into my thigh, with a guy in a black costume and white mask. I screamed as blood dripped down my thigh and bled through my jeans. I then felt the metal enter my stomach 3 times, then get twisted, I screamed as loud as I could, hoping someone would hear me. "Any last words, Y/n" "Is sam ok?" I struggled to speak but managed to get those words out, I truly needed to know if Sam was okay. I needed her to be okay. The guy in the mask then stabbed me in the shoulder one last time. My eyes felt heavy and fluttered close until all I saw was darkness...
SAM'S POV
I left the apartment, tears streaming down my face. I didn't mean it. I love her more than anything, and I did not mean what I said. She is the greatest person I know, even if she did have some problems, but so did I, and we were overcoming our problems together, she didn't leave me even after she found out about Billy, I didn't even think about leaving her after finding out about her mental illnesses, so after we moved to NY, I could tell she was happier and getting better, and I know me leaving, broke her heart, I could see the sadness in her eyes and the tears streaming down her face during the argument. I had to go back.
I started walking back towards her apartment and as I did, I picked up my phone trying to call her, even after arguments that we had, she always answered my calls, she was really quick at answering because she always had her phone on her at all times, but this time, she didn't pick up. So I called again. no answer. I was starting to worry, maybe she was just really mad and still wanted to answer, but I was still worried. I started walking quicker until it turned into me running. I had the key to my girlfriend's apartment since she had a spare, and since I practically lived there. I unlocked the door. "Y/n?" I look around until I see something that I wish was a dream. Her lifeless body. In a pool of red liquid. "Y/n?" Tears formed in my eyes. "Y/N PLEASE WAKE UP!" I called 911, as I talked on the phone, I broke down, tears streaming down my face. This is all my fault.
I tried putting pressure on her wounds, but the bleeding didn't stop and the paramedics were taking to long. I picked her up, her cold lifeless body in my arms, her apartment was on the fifth floor, I had to run down the stairs with her, as I ran down the stairs I yelled for help. "HELP" "SOMEONE PLEASE HELP!!" I kept saying, until I reached the ground floor, where I met with the paramedics.
They put her onto a stretcher, bandaged her wounds as much as possible, and then put her into the ambulance. I got in the ambulance with her, and held her cold but soft hand the whole way there. I felt terrible, I never meant for any of this to happen.
We arrived at the hospital and they took her in to get stitches since her wounds were deep, so I had to sit in the waiting room until they called my name. After about 45 minutes I got called to the back, "Samantha Carpenter, Y/n L/n is out of surgery, she isn't awake but if you want, you can go wait in her room until she is." "Thank you, I'll go wait with her, what's her room number." I'm glad she was alive, I still feel terrible, all I felt was guilt, if I didn't argue with her and if I just chose to stay in NY, maybe none of this would have happened. "314." Said the lady at the front desk, I walked to room 314, my footsteps grew quicker within each step I took.
I finally reached her room, I opened the door, and pulled a chair next to her bed. She was still asleep, I hated seeing her like this, I just can't help but think this is all my fault. I sat beside her bed, with my head down and one hand on the bed. After a few minutes, I felt a warm and soft touch on top of my hand, I look up, her beautiful y/e/c (your eye color), eyes were looking directly at me, while she was smiling.
"Omg, Y/n, thank god you're okay, I was so worried, I thought you weren't gonna make it, listen I'm so sorry, I never meant for any of this to happen, this is all my fault, I never wanted to leave NY, and especially leave you, I don't think I will leave NY now because I need to keep you safe, but I shouldn't have argued or even yelled, and I feel especially terrible for bringing up the mental health thing, I didn't mean it I swear, I promise you that I never meant to hurt you, I'm so sorry, ple-" I was ranting until I felt her soft lips press against mine, we kissed until we both ran out of breath. "I forgive you sam, I know you didn't mean it, I love you so much" She pulled me into a kiss again, this time a quicker one. "I love you more, I'm never leaving you again." I said, before I hugged her, I hugged her tighter than I ever have before, but also tried avoiding her injuries while hugging her, I love her to the stars and beyond.
A/N
I wrote this whole thing while being half a sleep, and really distracted because my bsf was over while I wrote this and I kept pausing in the middle so we could talk to each other. I can't really tell if I like this or not, I don't 100% love the little fight scene at the beginning but idk, there are things that I could fix with both of them. Idk but let me know if you want anymore, also thank you to whoever reads these because I think these are shitty a lot of time and seeing that people actually read this makes me happy so thank you so much!! <3
UPDATE: I HATE THIS SM, THE FIGHT SCENE IS LOWKEY STUPID BC I DON'T THINK SAM WOULD SAY SOMETHING LIKE THAT, BUT HERE IS ANOTHER ONE FROM WATTPAD THAT WAS MADE IN MAY😭😭
#sam carpenter x reader#sam carpenter x female reader#sam carpenter x fem reader#samantha carpenter x reader#sam carpenter#anika kayoko#anika kayoko x reader#mindy meeks x reader#mindy meeks martin#sidney prescott#sidney prescott x reader#tatum riley#tatum riley x reader
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Would you write a fluffy imagine for Benji Pavard? Like having a little french session and he kisses reader after they get something right? <3
ahjjsskdkl 🤯🤯🤯 oh to be taught by ben.........
but hope you like it nonny! <3
lesson
French is notorious for being a hard language to master and knowing this, your boyfriend is more than happy to provide an extra motivation for you…
benjamin pavard x you
tw: google-translated French words so pls cmiiw
wc: 0.8k
note: this was fun to write but also the hardest bcs I’ve forgotten the French lessons I had during high school. damn, so old. but anyway, I happen to write this during my layover so this is not yet beta-read.
request still open until tonight & you can submit them here!
it was a rather slow day for ben.
having won another Bundesliga trophy, thomas tuchel granted his players a cut to their slacks for this entire day—knowing his players must’ve celebrated wildly at their favourite local pub till the wee hours in the morning—before continuing another rigorous session tomorrow.
so ben decided to surprise you at home with some of the pastry delicacies you’d come to love from his favourite bakery—which was rather hard, finding an authentic French bakery in munich—and your favourite tub of ice cream. your choice of hangover remedy was odd, he found at first, but now he couldn’t ask for anything else to cure his buzzing head.
ben was expecting you to be sprawled in your working station—which happened to be the coffee table in the living room—with sheets and papers and numbers all over the place, as usual, so he was the one getting surprised at the only sight of your laptop and your hair was not tied in a pucca bun. the latter would’ve meant you were dealing your work with stress and that would’ve been something he could take on well by now.
“gauche means left…” you spoke to yourself as you jotted down the meaning. “droit means right… so that means c'est à gauche du four?” (it’s to the left of the oven)
“c’est à côté de four sounds better, no?” (it’s next to the oven)
you were startled at ben’s voice, the owner placing down his shopping bag at the kitchen island. you panicked instantly—not because you thought it could be somebody else, but that would mean ben just found out about your little secret. the one that you’d been working on since you started dating him six months ago.
“ben!” you jumped to your feet, albeit standing awkwardly because you weren’t ready to reveal the reason why you were enrolling yourself to a French lesson. “I don’t know you’re coming home early.”
“coach dismissed us early,” ben chuckled at your weird stance, noticing your nerves, so instead of getting his usual welcoming embrace from you, he was the one who pulled you to his arms. “too many of his players left their heads at the club.”
fuck your initial thoughts, your mind was being taken over by your favourite scent—ben after showering with a bit of his perfume spray—and your favourite kind of warmth exuding from your boyfriend’s body. naturally, you hugged him back, your hands trying to reach one another at ben’s back.
“never thought you’re picking up French, ma chérie,” he placed a well-positioned kiss on the crown of your head. “tu t’en sors?” (how are you managing?)
“pas trop, non,” not really, you replied and ben smiled wider, despite you not being able to see them. for someone who was previously confused about left and right, you were doing better than average in accent and simple phrases like this. “can you help me out?”
“thought you’d never ask,” and when you flashed him those eyes that reminded him of a lost puppy, he was a goner. he didn’t think he could ever say no to that, so cute he could die. instead of dying, though, he kissed your lips. “what topic are we covering today?”
“I’m having troubles with directions...” you said sheepishly as you sat back down, him following suit. “you know I’m generally not good with them too.”
ben laughed because you were right. you and maps shouldn’t belong in the same room without assistance. but he pecked your cheeks anyway. “but I’m already proud of you figuring out how this whole feminine and masculine thing, just so you know, okay?”
a praise from the native certainly uplifted your mood again. you were on the verge of breaking down before ben stepped into the house because god damn, that was difficult. if you weren’t planning on giving him a surprise for their 1st anniversary, you would’ve given up.
but later, you realised that it was rather ben’s preferred method of teaching. he never scolded you if you got any of the pronunciations or the articles wrong, he just corrected you gently. whenever you nailed a difficult word, you’d always get praises from him. and whenever you figured out a sentence on your own, your boyfriend would always add a kiss at the end of his praise.
“bien joué, ma chérie!” well done, my love and followed by a peck, was the most common form of his praise.
but there was also times when he was truly blooming in joy and proud as you aced a more complicated sentence, both by structure and by grammar, on top of not getting confused between left and right. that was when he slipped in a longer sentence because he knew you love his kisses so much, anywhere everywhere.
“félicitations, mon amour,” he whispered after giving you a longer, deeper, more deserving kiss before diving in again for another peck. “tu l’as bien mérité.” (congratulations, my love. you deserve it.)
you really should’ve asked for his tutelage in the first place instead of subscribing to duolingo if this was what you’d get every French lesson.
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Behold it is I that ask almost every🦉
blog ,what their opinions are of WHB.
So chosen one, please share who's your favourite are in WHB and do have any opinions and thoughts regarding the Kings?
*Snaps from imagination*
Wait I’m the chosen one
how to answer hmmm
Okay let’s go
Satan
8.9/10
He was of the kings who caught my eye at the beginning
Love me some little red man
Pregame opinion
He is probably going to be a heartless angry dude who wouldn’t care for MC’s feelings.Red flag with the anger issues.
After game opinion:
He is such a tease ugh I love him.This man gets turned on if you shout at him and he feeds off your anger.so a perfect person if you like to stress relief and a perfect punching bag(fiction of course)
I really love how he cares for MC and is one of the few who sees MC as their own person *gives Sitri the side eye*.Love how he gets jealous of if someone tries to get even close to MC.
Everybody wants to kicked on the butt by him.
He reminds me of a sheep who has anger issues
This still lives rent free in my mind 😳
Mammon
7/10
The first thing I look for in a man is his heart ❤️ …..THE FACT THAT HIS TITS IS INFRONT OF IT IS NOT MY FAULT
Pregame opinion:
His design is gorgeous to me especially those hand claws whatever they call it he wears.
He is going to fall in love with MC the at first sight.He is a gentle giant,probably a himbo.Does also he produce gold also from his dic-“gets shot”.
After game opinion
And I wa right about his personality.This man has a heart of gold .Sor why are you so big
Sugar daddy Mammon to the rescue.
This man is really oblivious about what he says to others especially around Satan and their height difference.
Reading his selfie card story ,it’s like talking to a wall with this man.
Oh and also the description “I wanna be yours “and not “you will be mine “ is him.Instead of you being his pet,this man considers you his Master.Good boy for MC
His H scene is one of my favs so far
Can I squeeze his tits as relievers
Leviathan
9/10
Pregame opinion:
🎵Looks like an angel walks like an angel🎵
Oh my sweet beautiful honey boo boo who wouldn’t hurt a fly .Is such a soft boy 🥺.
His kink is dangerous though .Would this man be turned on if he choked on his drink though
After game opinion
Gets slapped in the head of how much of a menace this guy is.*holds head in pain* wait …WHAT HAPPEN TO SOFT BOI
I don’t like how this man calls me out for being a perv escuse you sir I’m a ✨expensive hoe✨who is selective thank you very much 😤
Have you ever cried upon seeing someone so beautiful
This demon hangs everyone for the pettiest reason,wait you breath the same air as him 😡 “hang
Is a interesting character ngl
One of the characters who gets MC’s attention
His bathtub card broke me …
Dat ass
Rattail Beelzebub
-10000000/10
*breaths in and out *
This man oho this man
Pregame opinion:
Disgusting Rattail who is a homeless men ,did you see his jeans zero fashion sense .
Shamless slut and is proud of it
After game opinion:
👆
Still the same but worse
I hate that after the quiz I got him.No I did not see the retry button,it’s because I was sleeping.
Ugh Rattail
*somone shouts in the audience:She is in denial your honour
No I’m not
…….
Anyways where was I um
His selfie card story proved to me that this man is jerk
He makes Bael overwork and I don’t like that .He must take responsibility for his own kingdom #FreeBael
I want this man as far away from me before I smell I I whiff of his cigs and rat piss
Why did they e make him so sexy and hot and cool and sjdheisjsbeji
*Sprays rat spray*
She is really in love with him and would die for him
Gunshots 🔫
And last for a man who is still not in the game
Lucifer
100000000000000/10
Sir I would like to ask for your hand in marriage 💍🥺
I’m certified Luciwhore
This man is so beautiful *cries*I would like to kiss him and tell him how precious he is
30cm ..where is all that going 🤨 Can I suck your di-
*Explosion*
Now for my fav nobles …honestly love all of them can’t pick a fav among them😌
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Order of Attack, part 9
"A Withering Flame"
Finally, I've written Fuuta's voice drama. And revised it. And revised it again. And used the mega shears on the dialogue because Fuuta can't use long sentences.
What a monster of a chapter. I deserve a break. Next up is a shorter one-shot.
Trigger warnings for suicidal thoughts. Haruka's situation is also briefly mentioned. There's also something about Fuuta repeatedly stopping Es from getting Shidou.
(Courtesy link to the fic; will update at some point)
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Es entered the cell and took in the layout. Fuuta was propped up in a hospital bed, his neck and torso securely braced and his left arm in a sling. He was kneading a Jackalope stress toy with his right hand, digging his nails into it. More stress toys stood on the table to his right, and Es almost tripped on one a few feet ahead. As Fuuta saw Es approaching, he dropped what he was holding and swatted the rest out of his reach.
"Been a… while, Warden," Fuuta said. Es was expecting more malice in his tone, but he sounded like his life force was draining.
"Fuuta… you…" They pulled a chair to the side of the table and took a seat. "Are you okay?"
"…look like it?" Fuuta responded. If he was angry, his voice did a terrible job of showing it.
Es didn't know how to respond. Do I look like it? was obviously a rhetorical question, but they needed to show some tact.
After a moment, Fuuta spoke up again. "…look awful… don't I?"
Still unsure of what to say, Es nodded slightly.
"Could've been worse. Could've died."
Es stared down, pondering their next words. Several seconds passed, and then Fuuta's voice registered in their head again.
"Oi… talking to you." Fuuta's irritated glare met Es as they lifted their head.
"I'm sorry," they said, "I'm… I'm not sure what I can say."
"Don't know what to say? I almost died because of… you don't know… Even so, it's a miracle I … If Shidou had taken any longer, would've been over for me. Don't blame him, though. …Oi, say something."
"Sor-"
"Sorry won't cut it." Fuuta sounded more pained than angry.
Es took a breath. "…Kotoko did this to you?"
"No sh… agh…" Fuuta gasped for air.
"Fuuta!" Es got up and walked to his side. "I'll go get Shidou-"
"Don't!" Fuuta's eyes betrayed his desperation. After they locked eyes for a few moments, Fuuta let out a chuckle. "Look … you … down on me, like always. Must be so happy to see…"
"I- no, I'm not. I didn't mean for this to happen. I didn't think Kotoko would-"
"Beat me to near-death? What'd you expect … you affirmed her…"
"I…"
"…thought she wouldn’t have … same crime here in… Oi, quit standing… staring…"
"I’m sorry, I didn't think-"
"Useless… apology…"
But what else could Es do besides apologize? Stand their ground and contradict Fuuta while he was in that pitiful state?
"Really didn't think it'd… turn out… Me too. All I did… call some bad person out… say what's wrong was wrong… Their reasons were b-" Fuuta gasped and clutched his chest. Es began to turn towards the door, but Fuuta grabbed their cape with his right hand.
Es swatted his hand away. "Hey, you can't just grab me like that."
"Don't dare…"
"Fine, I won't get Shidou. Yet." Es stood in place and waited for Fuuta to regain his voice.
"You judged me… said I was unforgivable… without the whole story… How's that any different?"
"Excuse me?"
"That's so hypo- khh!" Fuuta slammed his hand on the table, trying to play it off as an emphasis, but that didn't mask his pain.
"Careful, Fuuta! You'll hurt-" Es gave up on that concern when Fuuta glared. "Someone died because of you. You're saying I'm the same?"
"I didn't think they'd die!"
"But you knew people would dogpile them."
"I wasn't acting alone. Anyone else… out of my control… Why'd you pick me…"
"Milgram has judged-"
"Milgram doesn't make any f-"
Maybe Es should have put their foot down and called Shidou regardless of Fuuta's wishes. But something compelled them to hear him out. "Don't push yourself."
Fuuta was clearly annoyed, but he took a breath and continued. "Still don't see it? We're just the same!"
"Me? The same as you?" Es couldn't deny Fuuta's point. They both made their judgments without thinking that someone could be seriously hurt—or dead.
"I'll tell you. They were just in middle school. Maybe closer to Amane… than you…"
"Amane…" Es already knew this from what they gleaned from Fuuta's first video, but it didn't register how close in age their victims were. Wait, why were they thinking of Amane as a victim? "Amane… huh… I noticed you two have been spending a lot of time together lately."
"You kidding? Don't change the subject... You don't talk about her like… Only one who cared before everything went to hell. You made her go through it. Decided she wasn't forgivable… painted a target… She could've died too! Then we'd be exactly…"
"Don't put me on the same level as you."
"Are you not-"
"I'm just doing my job. Nobody told you to go online and decide who are bad people and harass them. You made a game out of judgment. This is what I'm supposed to do."
Fuuta laughed at Es for still failing to acknowledge their similarities. Then he winced in pain. Then he kept laughing and mocking Es for taking their job seriously. Es snapped back. A pointless, cyclical conversation. Fuuta stopped Es from calling Shidou no less than three times.
Eventually, the bell brought the conversation to a halt.
Silence.
Why was Fuuta so quiet?
"Hey… Fuuta?" Es leaned over to get a better look at his face. His eyes seemed glassy, and he seemed to be breathing more slowly. "Fuuta… I'll go get-"
"Don't. Not worth…"
"Worth what?"
"If you're not going to… forgive… what's the point… living?"
"Don't say-"
"Everything hurts so much. Painkillers don't help… Strange wonder I survived. Is it really worth it?"
"Worth it…" What could Es even say about that? Anything they could think of was either more unwanted pity or…
A cold accusation that Fuuta was bargaining his life for forgiveness. Es's thoughts flitted back to Haruka's interrogation- no, that comparison was unfair. Haruka's loaded intentions were worlds away from Fuuta's resignation. How could Es dare…
"I understand… this job requires resolve…"
"Resolve? You really have resolve… just kill me. With your own two hands. Don't hide behind the rules."
"I can't do that. I can't sink to the prisoners' level. It's my job as the warden to make a fair judgement. I… I have to judge each and every one of you… no matter how much they plead, cry, or bargain… even if they are dying right in front of me."
"What is even the point? You give a damn about my life, forgive me! If not, kill me… get it over with."
"Bargaining tactics won't work with me."
"Not like I care. Or… if I get out of this alive, I'll… kill… you…"
"Fine by me. If we truly are the same, then I'll have had it coming. Now, Prisoner no. 3, Fuuta, sing your sins."
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Q: “What are you thinking about?”
A: “Ways to get rid of the pain”
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Comments on House of The Dragon s01e06
Alicent Hightower
I saw a tweet saying that Alicent is like those girls that have a kid right after high school so she had to marry the father of their kid so their youth, and grew resentful because their high school friends go on to college and live their best lives. Basically "you got to live everything I wanted to but Couldn't, so now I hate u" kinda of stuff and now I can't thing otherwise
Otto started te job and Alicent continue, If it wasn't for her and her resent towards Rhaenyra everything would be different. A lot of people wouldn't died.
And what's worst is that until this point or until they start to take a son for a son, Rhaenyra didn't hate Alicent or her kids, all by contrary.
In fact, I believe all this episode was about the construction of Alicent as the villain of the show for now. But she ain't the only villain...
I already hate her hypocrite and resentful ass.
Rhaenyra and Laenor
I like their relationship after all. Rhaenyra continue to be the hero of the story and Emma did such a amazing job portraying Rhaenyra feelings only with her gaze. She didn't needed much to show the power and dominance of the princess, something that we could see in the council scene where Rhaenyra dominates.
Something that was good to see after her humiliating scene where she had to drag herself so Alicent could judge the baby.
Poor Laenor, we saw he still resentful towards Criston in one lil scene in the beginning of the episode, rightfully so, and by the promo of next episode I think he will fight against Criston after all and maybe Criston will be the one to murder or severally injury him. I would be surprised if the show goes nuts again the Criston murder the king with consequences for his actions
Laena and Daemon
I like how they give Daemon the same choice they gave Viserys in the first episode. And it seems that different than Viserys, Daemon didn't choose the child over his wife or he simple refused to choose.
I really enjoy Vhagar and Laena little moment before the final Dracarys. It was like Vhagar wanted to know for sure that that's was what Laena really wanted and than did what her master command.
But I don't know, it feels of Laena died like that, It didn't seems to be some "you die or your die" situation, or she dying asking to go out in flames instead of go out in a bed. Like Bjorn did in Vikings.
The Strongs
Lyonel Strong was such a honorable man. He really is like Ned Stark but smarter.
I still don't get Larys, like plotting against his whole family? He is the reason why the Strong House no longer exists after the Dance. He really shows to be just a egoistic man who doesn't care about his own family and House legacy
I will watch Sor Harwin beating the shit outta Criston everytime I feel sad. Also, he would make a far better fight instructor than Criston
Criston Cole
What a cunt! What a asshole! Piece of shit excuse of a man. It's been 10 fucking years. Get over your incel freak. Can wait to see you die, and I hope the show give us this cathartic moment soon enough
The Kids
No much to say here other than Aegon II being a asshole and will become evil because of his mother. The same goes to Aemond.
The kids didn't hate each other, Alicent made them hate each other
Final Critic
I thought they were doing things fast because this all we've saw until episode 5 was really just a prequel to the dance but now that we already change actresses and all, yet they are still running.
Nothing big or something, is just that even tho the actors did a amazing job portraying a 10year story in 10 minutes, I really would like to see more of Rhaenyra and Harwin or Laena and Daemon, or even Laena with Rhaenyra
#house of the dragon#game of thrones#house targaryen#rhaenyra targaryen#alicent hightower#criston cole#harwin strong#viserys targaryen#laenor velaryon#leana velaryon#got#hotd#daemon targaryen
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a lot of the massacre blood makes no sense to me
so the timeline-comparison aspect of the massacre scene is @aemiron-main's department and I'm not even trying to touch that, but today I'm just here to do some plain old forensic evidence head scratching about how some of the massacre blood stains got made.
first. these blood stains in the Rainbow Room makes sense as the impact marks of heads against walls. kinda seems like a lot of drippage relative to the amount of initial blood, but okay.
the one on tile has some cracks from the impact. it's this kid. if he hit hard enough to leave that much blood, the back of his head should still be quite bloody, and he should have bled all down his neck and gown. also.. do I see cracked tiles in the close up? I think I don't?
and what about the stain on the rainbow in the first pic? an impact hard enough to crack tiles didn't leave a dent there? what is this rainbow paneling made of, titanium?
we didn't see any head-impact-stains actually get made, they were all already there when El walked into the RR.
Two didn't leave one. we get a continuous shot of him dying and falling away, and the wall is clean.
ok so I guess Two just didn't happen to get slammed that hard.
as for the other kids, I'm guessing he cracked them and then hurled their corpses at the wall? because it makes no sense to kill them via brute force wallslam and then crack them after they're already dead. I don't think he would absorb their powers if they were already dead. but then, why fling them that hard instead of just letting them drop? chill, bro.
also... can we talk about how we saw three guards die by the blunt force method, hitting the walls hard enough to shatter tile way worse than the kid just inside the RR doorway, and they didn't leave a speck of blood?
so... are all these bloodstains from the same impacts that cracked the tile or not? as soon as El emerges from that broom closet, subsequent tile cracks all have corresponding blood.
this guy's blood spans a larger area than a head impact. as if his whole back hit the wall and then he slid down - but the back of his shirt would have to already be bloody when it hit the wall, wouldn't it? or else, how much harder than the first guards would he have to have to hit the wall to leave that much blood through his shirt? in any case, seems like blood should be pooling around him if he's bleeding that much.
the hallways have blood that was smeared through by hands. it's too much blood to be merely transfer from already-bloody hands. in fact this looks like a little hand or hands smearing repeatedly through the same stain.
ok so, there should be at least one little kid around here with super bloody hands. mm... nope. all the ones we're shown are clean.
and what left all these smears and multiple large bloodstains on the mattress? once your eyes go, you wouldn't be changing positions anymore. there should be only one main bloodstain.
and what's with some of these bloody cracked-tile impacts being situated beyond the kids' headboards? I don't understand how they could fatally hit the tiles there and then manage to land in the positions they did. and without their heads still bleeding.
also, some of the dead kids in the Rainbow Room have a lot of blood on the floor under them. the logical conclusion is these kids bled out from their eyes after they fell to the ground. but the only kids we see who died face-up have minimal blood coming out the eye sockets, Alice-style. not enough to pool.
also, why is that one kid's arm smeared with blood? the puddle would've needed a little time to get to his arm, by which point his arm shouldn't have been moving, because he was dead. and what caused the smears and splatters up onto vertical surfaces just off the ground? who fell already bloody?
also, what's with this blood transfer spot on the vertical face of this seat thing El's head runs into - but not where her head runs into it? what else could that have been caused by than the sort of thing we just saw El's head do? did Henry drag the other kids around the floor too? which ones - all the backs of heads I see are clean?
also, what about this low-altitude blood splatter on the wall, and the fact that an adult-sized, already-bloody (the finger streaks begin above the stain and drag downward), right hand then smeared through it, but Henry's hands are clean and so were Two's?
although horribly gruesome, getting Vecna'd™ is not an especially bloody death. in some of these cases I don't understand whose blood this is, the amount of it relative to injuries shown, or how it's getting smeared around so much, and yet with everyone's hands and heads remaining clean.
#is there a very bloody person just flailing around this scene unaccounted for#analysis#mine#hawkins lab#hawkins massacre
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Fate & Phantasms #311: Faerie Knight Tristan
gosh, today’s episode of Fate and Phantasms is just so sad- Tristan, play Despacito. wait, that’s not Tristan, it’s today’s focus Faerie Knight Tristan, a.k.a. Baobhan Sith. She’s a Whispers Bard to play some creepy music and impersonate humans as well as an Enchantment Wizard to learn some life-draining magicks from your momma.
check out her build breakdown below the cut, or her character sheet over here!
next up: and the winds would cry, and many men would die, and all the waves would bow down to the- wait, no, wrong fish woman.
Ancestry and Background
apparently “Baobhan Sith” means “baboon of peace” in Gaelic- at least that’s what google translate had to say about it- but that doesn’t really help us pick a lineage, does it? I mean there’s the hadozee, but uh… no.
you learn creepy magic from Morgan though, so Hexblood should work fine. you even become a Fey! I don’t think you’re short enough for the small size, but you do get +2 Charisma and +1 Dexterity, as well as an Ancestral Legacy for some skill proficiencies. grab Animal Handling for your riding skill and Deception to become an imposter among us. funny meme joke.
you have 60’ of Darkvision and can create an Eerie Token by pulling out a part of yourself as a bonus action, making a tiny item that lasts the rest of the day. with it, you can send out a Telepathic Message to its holder over a 10 mile distance as an action, or you can begin Remote Viewing for a minute to see and hear from the token’s position. the latter destroys the token, but the former is free.
you can use Hex Magic using your Intelligence to cast Disguise Self and Hex once per day each for free, or by using spell slots. So technically the bard levels aren’t 100% necessary, but I think having to hurt someone to disguise as them is more in-character. it’s certainly a good excuse!
As a Knight of the Order, you have proficiency with Persuasion and History.
Ability Scores
your highest score is in Intelligence, since you have literally the most busted magic tutor known to man. second to that is Charisma, mostly because you’re kind of terrifying, but also because your faerie type is really good at disguising itself. third is Dexterity. we’re not getting an actual bow to use, but you’re good at strumming and balancing- both are dexterity. your Constitution isn’t that great, but you eat the life force of others so it shouldn’t be that hard to stay topped up. your Wisdom’s a little low on account of you indulging so much, and we’re dumping Strength. that’s more Barghest’s role.
Class Levels
1. Bard 1: starting off as a bard bumps up your Dexterity and Charisma saves, as well as giving you proficiency in three skills of your choice. grab Performance to play some really sharp notes and History and Intimidation to be a scary noble.
speaking of notes, at level one you can use your Bardic Inspiration to give an ally a d6 they can use to improve an attack, save, or check they make in the next minute. you can do this Charisma Modifier times per day as a bonus action.
you also learn some Spells. once you become a wizard we won’t go over all of them, but bards are usually more restrained. grab True Strike to hopefully aim a bit, Minor Illusion and Disguise Self to impersonate loved ones, Bane for a fun little curse right off the bat, Feather Fall to glide a little to make your animations easier to pull off, and Animal Friendship for your riding skills.
2. Bard 2: second level bards are Jacks of All Trades, adding half your proficiency bonus to all skill checks you make that don’t already add it. I’m not sure if tutors exist in faerie england, but if they do you have one.
you can also use a Song of Rest to add some extra healing to your party’s short rests. this is probably the most out of character SoR’s ever been, but having extra HP on hand to suck up is never bad.
finally, you can Detect Magic. proper magic’s rare in the Feywild, but you’re good at figuring it out.
3. Bard 3: third level bards can join a college, and in the college of Whispers you can get real creepy thanks to your Words of Terror. if you talk to someone alone for a minute, you can force them to make a wisdom save. if they fail, they’re frightened of you or another creature for up to an hour, or until it or its friends get attacked in its sight. if they succeed, they don’t know you even tried anything, and you can do this once per short rest.
you can also spend your inspiration on some Psychic Blades- once per round when you hit a creature with a weapon attack they take psychic damage. we’re not getting bow proficiency, but if you really want it you can use an epee or crossbow.
you also gain Expertise in two skills, doubling your proficiency bonus in Performance and Intimidation.
you can also create a Cloud of Daggers- not for any particular reason, just feels right.
4. Bard 4: are you fey enough yet? I don’t think so. let’s get Fey Touched to fey a little more every dey. dae. whatever. with this feat, you round up your Intelligence, and can cast Misty Step or Command once a day for free, or by spending regular spell slots. that’s how ruling works, right? force everyone to do what you say?
you can also stab people so hard they’re stuck in place with Hold Person, or just make fun of them with Vicious Mockery. that’s fun too.
5. Bard 5: fifth level bards get supercharged inspiration, their dice growing to d8s and also by becoming a Font of Inspiration to regain their uses on short rests. that also gives you another die of damage with psychic blades btw.
you also finally learn the truest way to govern: Tongues! now you can understand and speak all languages for an hour, so everyone can understand your commands! yay!
6. Bard 6: sixth level bards can countercharm but we’re here for the Mantle of Whispers. when you kill a humanoid within 30’ of you, you can steal their shadow that lasts for the rest of the day. if you use the shadow, you transform into that person for up to an hour. not only does that change your face, but you learn any information about that person they’d freely give away. you can take a shadow this way once per short rest. I’ve only found one book series that actually gives baobhan siths this power but damn if it isn’t cool.
you can also cast Major Image this level, mostly because there isn’t anything else we really want from the bard list.
7. Wizard 1: now that we’ve got your existence down, it’s time to learn. as a wizard you can learn a lot of Spells that you cast using your intelligence. you don’t get to use all of them at once though, preparing a couple each day from your spell book. to help you cast more spells, you can use an Arcane Recovery once per day to recharge a few spell slots over your short rest.
you get a ton of spells each level, so we’re not going over everything here. still, grab basics like Mage Armor and Magic Missile for some music notes that never miss and the ability to fight in your best dress.
you can also Find Familiar to locate a grimalkin, since you have a skill that does that, for some reason. and I thought I randomly tack shit onto builds…
8. Wizard 2: second level wizards pick their specialty, and as an Enchantment wizard you’re an Enchantment Savant, halving the price and time it takes for you to copy enchantment spells. backups are always important if you want to keep all your spells, so stock up!
you can also use one of the most powerful shutdowns in the game, Hypnotic Gaze. you can force a creature in melee range to make a wisdom save against your spell save DC- if they fail, they’re charmed for a round, or until they take damage or you move away. the big part of this is that you can spend each turn maintaining the effect without another save. so yeah, if you’re alone with someone you can sit them down until they die of dehydration, and there’s nothing they can do about it. also you can do this once per day per creature, so keep that in mind.
9. Wizard 3: third level wizards get second level spells, and you get your first life-sucking option, Wither and Bloom. you force a constitution save on a bunch of creatures, dealing some necrotic damage if they fail. one creature who is also in the area can spend a hit die to heal up, using your spell modifier as a bonus. it’s not super strong, but hey it’s a second level slot.
10. Wizard 4: fourth level wizards get their first Ability Score Improvement, so bump up that Intelligence for better everything we care about. you can also use a Mind Spike now! it’s not a literal spike for your heels, but it’s pretty creepy. if the creature fails their wisdom save they take damage and you can track them down for up to an hour, even if they’re invisible.
11. Wizard 5: with your third level spells, you can pick up a more traditional bloodsucking spell, Vampiric Touch. touch someone, vampire, them, pretty self-explanatory.
12. Wizard 6: sixth level enchanters have an Instinctive Charm to them that makes people want to hurt them less. specifically, you can react to an attack to force a wisdom save against the attacker- if they fail, they have to attack someone else. you can do this as much as you like, but when an attacker saves you can’t use it on them again until tomorrow.
you can also use Spirit Shroud now, because god knows you haven’t been creepy enough already.
…wait, so the hypnotic gaze sets an enemy’s speed to 0, and this reduces their speed by 10’… how does someone having negative speed even work??? do they start reversing through time? moonwalking everywhere? whatever it is it sounds fun, ask your DM about it.
13. Wizard 7: seventh level wizards get fourth level spells. your Black Tentacles are supposed to come out of your back, but they attack anything that gets in range so maybe hold off on the character acting this time around.
14. Wizard 8: use this ASI to bump up your Dexterity to die less quickly. you can also use Leomund’s Secret Chest to hide stuff from even your mother. probably.
15. Wizard 9: ninth level wizards get fifth level spells, like your most powerful lifesucking spell Enervation. it’s like witch bolt, but you suck up life at the same time. it’s also got a much longer range, so it’s actually usable.
16. Wizard 10: at level ten you can Split Enchantment, so leveled enchantment spells that usually hit one target can now hit two. why dominate one person when you can hit two? polyamory for the win!
17. Wizard 11: your spells past this point are just cool wizard stuff. turns out having the lostbelt king as your mother comes with some serious perks! Soul Cage lets you be sadistic to people you’ve already killed, very spooky, and True Seeing will help you look past the other fae’s bull.
18. Wizard 12: bump up your Dexterity again for a tougher AC, and better offense if you ever use that bow properly. I don’t know why you would when you can blast people with a Circle of Death, but maybe it’s a matter of taste.
19. Wizard 13: when we finally get seventh level spell, you can pull out your noble phantasm, the Finger of Death. pick a creature, force a constitution save, deal an ungodly amount of necrotic damage if they fail. any humanoid killed this way also comes back as a zombie, how fun!
20. Wizard 14: with your ultimate level you gain the enchanter’s ultimate ability- Alter Memories. when you enchant one or more creatures, you can alter one of their memories so they don’t realize they were charmed. on top of that, once per spell you can use an action to wipe a creature’s memory while they were charmed. if they fail their intelligence save they’ll forget up to 4 hours of time they spent enchanted. use the court politics to your advantage, and nobody will ever notice your hand pushing things into place, not even the people you’re pushing.
also you can cast Mordenkainen’s Magnificent Mansion now, because why not travel everywhere in style?
Pros and Cons
Pros:
your charisma skills are solid, and that’s before we get into all the ways you use magic to mess with people. basically, if you’re alone in the room with someone there’s no way it’s a good thing for them.
you’ve got spells on spells, with slot recharging, free spells, and spell-like abilities giving you plenty of options to keep things interesting. plus bards have some great bonus action spell options if you want ‘em, so you can keep busy even while using your Hypnotic Gaze or Enervation.
you’re weirdly tough. your AC is decent enough, especially for a wizard, and you can use fear or magic to make yourself even harder to hit. when you do get hit, you still have plenty of ways to heal yourself, usually while also hurting the enemy at the same time.
Cons:
even if you can heal, your low HP can still be a problem. if someone so much as sneezes on you, you’ll be in Power Word Kill range. thankfully you’ve got that big ol’ tank to fall back on, so as long as you don’t have to stand right next to the enemy, you’re all set! Hypnotic Gaze has a range of what now?
while you can make some serious waves with the spells you have, it’s no secret that missing out on level 9 spells always hurts. upcasting Dominate Person to warp the minds of two people for a day is cool, but so is Wish, which can do a lot more.
a lot of your options feel a little… one note. you deal damage, but it’s almost all necrotic. you do debuffs, but they’re almost all charm or fear. it’s not hard to imagine you’ll have trouble with high-level enemies.
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First watch: 10 Years Ticket episodes 13-16 (finale)
Episode 1-4 notes
Whew! That was a wild ride. Great twists, great flashback reveals, great performances all around. I highly recommend this show. Content warning for violence - it is a crime drama after all, one that focuses more on the criminal's families, with the criminals more as side characters who wreak havoc.
The only complaint I have about the writing is that a significant character does something very stupid which does not end well.
We do get more about the QL subplot between two middle-aged women, neither of whom dies.
Lots of other people die.
I learn more about Thai Buddhist funeral customs than I ever learned before.
I haven't mentioned that a lot of the story revolves around characters' love of film. I used to be very much into film, not so much in my later years, but I can tell it means a lot to them and adds to the texture of the story.
One more thing I thought about is that this is Ohm Pawat's at least second series as a son of a family that is warring with another family that used to be friends. Of course, Bad Buddy was a comedy with some drama, and 10 Years Ticket is hard drama with sparse comic moments, but the parallels are interesting.
Spoilers follow
No, the two women don't end up together again, but they end up on good terms. I have mixed feelings about this. I think it's justified dramatically, but my lesbian bestie tells me lesbian stories rarely end well. It's too much to ask one series to carry that weight, but I hope among the lesbian series we'll be getting this coming year and - if we support them - beyond that happy endings will be abundant.
We've known since episode 4 that Luk didn't do it. We learn why she confessed, and that she didn't know who actually killed her lover/Phukao's (Ohm's) step-brother Mai. We see the killing in a flashback, that, as we saw in 9-12 with the police lieutenant, the big boss took Piak's gun and shot Mai, then returned the gun to Piak.
We learn that, despite treating Kongkwan and her family as enemies, Phukao loves Kongkwan (and vice versa) and we watch their relationship soften and develop further. We didn't get the Bad Buddy parents to openly accept their children's relationship. We do get the 10 Years Ticket parents, at least the surviving ones - Phukao's parents Santi and Sai and Kongkwan's father Somkiat - to accept the relationship.
Yes, I said surviving ones. Kongkwan's mother Veena makes the mistake of filming the aftermath of a killing at the big boss's home, then showing it to the police inspector - who was there at the time - after he arrests her husband when they plant drugs in his truck. The inspector frees the husband, but later ransacks their home when Veena returns home alone. The next thing we know, the police are showing up at Somkiat, Veena, and KongKwan's home to let them know about Veena's death. I know this was needed plot-wise, but I wish they had written it some other way.
Phukao wrongly blames himself for Veena's death, and says that if he hadn't brought Kongkwan home late, Veena would still be alive. Actually, it's more likely that Somkiat and Kongkwan would also be dead and, depending on the timing, possibly Phukao. But because they didn't know what happened when Veena came home or why, they had no way to know that.
In a confrontation in the theater, Piak kills the police inspector and his assistant, then Piak and the big boss kill each other. I'm not an expert on gun violence but it strained my credulity that Sor and Plu weren't injured or killed during the standoff. It's bizarre to watch Pin (Sai's old flame) and Sor walk through the bloody theater aisle - aren't they afraid of leaving shoeprints?
At this point, everyone who was a witness to who actually shot Mai is now dead. Fortunately, Chalee, one of the drug dealers, turns himself in and talks, resulting in Luk's release from prison five months later. I guess he didn't mention Sor (Gunsmile's character) and Plu (Off's character) as they are still free to attend the film screening the characters stage as a memorial to Veena.
The end
#10 years ticket#thai series#thai drama#ohm pawat#pandasmagorica#off jumpol#tu tontawan#view benyapa
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Diabolik Lovers LOST EDEN ー Subaru [MANSERVANT ENDING]
CHAPTER MASTERLIST
ー The scene starts in front of Eden
Kino: Ahaha! It’s game overーー
...
Yuuri! Bring her here!
Yui: Eh...?
Yuuri: ...Understood.
Yui: ( What does he mean...? )
*Rustle*
Yui: ...!
Yuuri: This is Kino’s order. You will behave and come with me.
ー Yuuri escorts Yui towards Subaru and Kino
Subaru: ...Kuh...
Yui: Subaru-kun...
Kino: Yuuri. Hand the dagger to her.
Yuuri: Yes. ...Here, please take this.
*Cling*
Yui: Eh...?
Kino: You should kill Subaru. That’ll be so much more amusing.
Yui: N-No way! As if I could ever do that...!
Kino: Fufu, what are you saying? My word is law.
*Rustle*
Yui: ...!
Subaru: Hehe, why not...?
It would be like a dream come true...to have you deliver the final blow...I’m beggin’ you...
Yui: ...Uu...
ー Yui recalls a conversation they had recently after Subaru inherited his Father’s powers.
Subaru: I...
...I’d love to be able to force these powers on someone else.
...If I die, wouldn’t someone else be next in line?
ー The flashback ends
Yui: ( ...Subaru-kun said he doesn’t want those powers. )
( If this will free him from his suffering... )
...Okay, I understand.
Subaru: ...Yeah. I’m countin’ on you.
*Cling*
Yui: ...Ugh...
ー She closes her eyes
Yui: ( My hands are shaking...I’m terrified but...I have to do this. )
( Subaru-kun, I’m so sorry. I love you...even in this moment. )
!!
*STAB*
*SPLATTER*
On certain CGs, little black roses will appear on the screen. If you click on them, you get an extra line of dialogue.
“...Heh. Don’t cry...You haven’t...done anythin’ wrong...I’m the one who fucked up...I’m truly sorry...”
“I’m glad...that I got to see you in my final moments...and feel your touch...I...loved you...”
Subaru: ーー Kuh...
Yui: ...Subaru-kun...
I’m sorry...I’m...so sor...
Subaru: ...Hah...No...You did a great job...
Also...My bad...for askin’ this sorta thing from you...
Yui: ...Ugh...
Subaru:...Hey, Yui...
I’ve always...lov...ーー
ー Subaru collapses
*Thud*
Subaru: ...
Yui: ...Subaru-kun...Hic...Aa...
( I...I’m the one who killed him... )
( Subaru-kun... )
*WOOSH*
Kino: Ahahaha! These are Karlheinz’...My Father’s powers!!
I shall be the one...to inherit them next!!
*WOOSH*
Kino: ーー Guh, aaaaah!!
Why...!? How come!? Even though I’m his sonーー
Yuuri: ーー Kino!!
*BANG*
Yui: Eh...?
( Kino-kun...Both Yuuri-san and himself were swallowed whole... )
*CRASH*
*RUMBLE RUMBLE*
Yui: ...Ah...
( It sounds like Eden...like the world is ending... )
...Subaru-kun...
...Subaru-kun, lend me a hand with this, okay?
I also...would love nothing more than for you to kill me.
*Rumble rumble*
Yui: ...Uu...
*Cling*
Yui: ...Farewell.
*STAB*
ーー THE END ーー
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I can’t take it anymore
I feel like everyone is watching me slowly lose my mind. I feel like they are watching a rotting corpse try and put on a smile or even move. I don’t feel anything I do is right and I felt like I’ve been pushed to fly without a parachute. I want to hit the ground and just disintegrate into something else. Plants? Trees? Flowers? Something something other than me. I’ve always wanted plastic surgery and to be someone else, someone that both my mother and father would love. Someone where her brothers would call her. Someone who deserved to have the wheel taken from them sometimes. I’m so jealous of people who have families, who love them, who care for them, who want to see them succeed. I just have a mom who wished she never had me and a dad whose a workaholic. What’s the point of doing the things I want to do if I’ll be poor anyway and have a mom telling me I’m no good at it anyway? What’s the point of breaking my back over things anymore to just be the one to rescue myself anyway? What’s the point of asking for help when I’m just told about how I’m feeding an addiction? I wished my existence was just worth something more than to break my back over a job, have kids and die. I would give anything to not feel what I feel everyday, I would rip my skin off, pray to a foreign god or even lie to myself if I knew I could be free from this turmoil. I have tried being happy for so long now and maybe I was just doomed from the start. To always be left to the side and forgotten about. Leaving university for a boy who needed to be constantly pushed to do something was stupid. But I loved him and believed in him and maybe I believed in something I couldn’t see. I want to eat sushi one last time with though, I want to see him smile or crack a stupid joke. Oh how much better our lives would have been had we been loved by the people who made us and spoken to gently and softly. Could we have been more?
I have attempted many times but never completed but I think for once I am not afraid. I only worry of the pain and suffering I may face but I’m not scared for once. I had plans on Monday to attend a party but I think I’ll be a homebody again and miss it. She was so sweet too.
So for now, I can dream of the music I would have made, the books I would have written, the games I would have played or made, and I’ll live in that world.
I know there is nothing afterwards just atoms evolved into comso and eventually a vastness of emptiness and stars. I hope I become that comet. I never got see it but hopefully I will pass by earth once in a millennium and orbit briefly before going on its journey once more. I know there is no god, for now, but for once I beg of him to rid of this misery. No one deserves this misery, not he or I. And I’m not strong enough to withstand this misery with no one to rescue me at least once in awhile. I don’t ask very much but I would ask to be cremated. Grow me into a great pot of flowers, turn me into jewelry, spread me across a garden and watch me bring life. I hope I pass on the life that I never got into a hydrangea, a harvest of tomatoes, or in a flower field far away in the mountains of Washington. I hope I make people laugh and smile when I see them. I hope I remind them to be kind and kind to themselves. I hope most of all that the people who feel they deserve redemption from me know they have gotten it. Because I am no longer angry and hateful, but alone and sad. I was writing suicide letters in middle school, I can imagine I’m a novelist at this kind of angst. Wonder if I will write a book about suicide in my next lifetime. I hope I made you laugh, smile, and even cry. But please don’t forget me. Make sure you always find me in small trinkets, flowers on the side of the road and scenic views. I may be a bank teller with bipolar, but I’m also an astronomer, writer, musician, weightlifter and hopefully a good friend. I don’t mean to cause you any sadness or frustration with my debts and I’m sorry I’ve left them to you, but take care of yourself and remember to take your medicine. I don’t have very many pictures or videos of me, but I do have my words and I hope they ease you. Goodnight everyone, I love you.
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changes hurt | part 7.
Summary: (Y/N) has always been one of the stronger Alphas. Which is saying something when the Avengers is a team overrun with Alphas. A mission gone wrong changes her entire world and when everyone starts treating her different, she doesn’t know if she can cope. Change hurts and (Y/N)’s not sure it’s a pain she cant bear.
Warnings for the Series: strong language, angst, fluff, assault, a/b/o dynamics, sexual content (not sure if there will be smut or just talks, leaning more to just talks but since I don’t know, let’s just say 18+ readers only)
Pairing: Steve x black!reader
Word Count: 2.4k
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In a matter of seconds, Sharon was pressed up against the wall. No one else on the team moved. It was rare that Steve went into full Alpha mode— the last time Nat could remember was when they were fighting Ultron. It was a scary reminder how dominant he could really be.
“Don’t you ever, ever enter her room again without her permission.”
“I didn’t know she wasn’t an Alpha when I got there.”
Steve pressed her further into the wall. “And the minute you found out you should’ve left like she asked. You deserved whatever she did to you.”
His attention was drawn elsewhere when the elevator dinged. Happy stepped into the room, you were nowhere in sight. Steve dropped Sharon and walked up to the large bodyguard.
“Where is she?”
“She doesn’t want to see you, Cap.”
“Please, Happy.”
The man sighed and told him you were with Roseanne. The secretary took the rest of the day off to hang out with you and you would be staying over at her place for the night. He had come back to get your stuff and would drop it off later that night. Steve offered to take his place.
“Be my guest, but don’t be upset if she doesn’t want to talk to you.”
Happy walked off to pack a bag for you. Steve swallowed as he watched Happy, now the only person with permission to enter your room, disappear. Sharon started to leave and Steve grabbed her elbow.
“I don’t want to hear again from my Omega that you messed with her. Are we understood?”
She pulled herself from his grasp and went back downstairs to finish her own work before leaving for the mission she was scheduled to go on. Steve could do nothing but pace in his room, waiting for night to fall so he could drop off your bag to Roseanne’s house. He eventually stopped pacing, thinking he might walk through the floor if he did. Steve flopped onto the bed, reliving the earlier events. He should have paid attention more.
You weren’t blocking him to try to worm your way out punishment. It was because you became overwhelmed. There was still Alpha in you, those old cells took a while to die off. And you would always have your memories. He should have taken it slower and he knew he messed up. If he had heard you talking as you headed up the stairs, he wouldn’t have even started the punishment in the first place. Finding out an Alpha was in your space without permission made him pissed beyond belief.
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“You don’t remember me?” you asked as the waitress poured coffee for you and Roseanne.
“Sor— (Y/N)? Oh my goodness! Sorry, the smell is different. Wait why do you smell like…” she faltered off and you laughed.
The diner wasn’t busy, you and Roseanne had come in while the lunch rush was ending. She had taken you to the mall but you both only had one measly bag to show for the many hours you had spent in the stores. There were also other staff members to take care of customers. You moved over so the waitress had a place to sit. She rubbed your shoulder gingerly as you and Roseanne explained everything that happened.
“I can’t imagine if my dynamic switched suddenly.”
“What’s it like?”
“Being at the bottom?” She pulled at her uniform. “Sucks like hell sometimes. You just have to keep yourself in good places and you would never notice.”
The waitress hopped back up as her manager came from the back room. She gave a cheeky smile to you as she tapped the table with her notepad.
“Food’s on me. Not just for saving my life, you seem like you need it.”
You thanked her before you and Roseanne left to get in her car and drive to her apartment. New York City was expensive and even with a good job at SHIELD, Roseanne still wasn’t living the life of luxury. Not the same way Tony and the rest of the team did. You weren’t complaining though. The couch was better than staying anywhere in the tower.
The day melted into night. Roseanne offered to give you some of her clothes which you accepted and went to go take a shower. You were hoping Happy didn’t forget your bag. There was no way of contacting him either— you left your phone when you had run out of your room. Clean and tired, you grabbed a few pillows and began to tuck one of the bedsheets into the couch to make a makeshift bed. You ignored the knocking at the door. It was Roseanne’s house, her guest. Her feet raced to the door to open it.
“What do you want?” The Beta asked with venom.
“Let me in, Roseanne.”
You froze at the voice. It was obviously Steve.
“She doesn’t want to see you.”
“Damn it, Rose, please.”
She looked back at you— Steve also taking the opportunity to look. You were still as a marble statue as you sat on the couch. Staring straight ahead, you made no indicator of yes or no. Roseanne opened the door wider.
“You have five minutes then get out.”
“Thank you. Doll? I brought your stuff.”
You didn’t respond. Steve just set the bag down on the couch. He sat on the floor in front of you. He knew he had to speak because you probably wouldn’t and Roseanne seemed like she was going to enforce the five minute rule rather strictly.
“I’m here to apologize. Seriously, (Y/N).”
“You already forgot I was an Alpha.” You drew your knees up to your chest. “I’ve never had a punishment before and you still went full out. I’m not used to this life.”
“I should have known to take it slower. That’s my fault and my fault only.”
You nodded in agreement. Steve wanted to reach out and touch you but thought better of it. There was nothing else to say and you weren’t coming home with him that night. He wasn’t going to wait for Roseanne to kick him out, he knew when to make an exit. Apologizing one more time, Steve got up from the floor and left. He waited outside the door for a couple minutes in hopes that you would run out but when that didn’t happen he hung his head low and started his motorcycle to head home.
He heard you come home in the late afternoon the next day, staying in his room as your feet shuffled past his door. His ears perked up when the shuffling came back and then stopped. It felt like eternities and then a sound he desperately wanted to hear came from the other side of the door.
“Steve?” you asked.
Steve shot straight out of bed and to the door. He opened the door and had to restrain himself from reaching out to touch or kiss you. You stood in front of him, unsure of what you wanted to say or why you were even there. You were also unsure of why he was shirtless. Steve stayed quiet, watching your eyes close and then open again.
“I understand that the entire team has accepted the new dynamic but it’s still hard for me. I still have Al— those old memories and feelings. I’m not meaning to mess up or try to force the old dynamic. You guys have to be aware of that and take it slow when I do something I’m used to. I’m trying, I really am. I need you to understand me.”
Steve nodded. “I do. I promise you, I understand.”
“What are you doing right now?”
“Nothing, just came from filing a mission report. Was thinking about ordering in, maybe hit the gym.”
That explained the lack of a shirt.
“You don’t stop training, do you,” you said with a chuckle.
Steve smiled. “Have to stay in shape.”
“As if you need it… do you want to just stay in, Alpha?” you asked, gently.
You had never called him by his presentation ever since becoming an Omega. Steve stuttered through a yes and moved aside so you could step in. You rested your head on Steve’s chest. He moved to place you completely on top of him. It was calming like gentle waves— the scent of Steve.
He was content to lay there and just listen to your heartbeat that was slightly slower in rhythm than his was. You lifted your head to look at him. Steve opened his mouth to say something when your lips found his neck. Instead of words, a low moan came out. You kissed and nibbled on the left side before moving to the right. It didn’t take much effort to leave hickeys on his pale skin. You sat up and looked at your work. Steve rubbed circles on your waist, enjoying the lazy smile on your face.
“Can I…” your voice faded off. This was the first time you were asking and couldn’t seem to get the words out.
“Can you what?”
He probably shouldn’t have taunted but the way you looked everywhere but him made him want to tease you some more. He was hoping you’d ask what he wanted but needed to hear it come from your mouth. Your fingers pushed at his neck but Steve just shook his head.
“Not good enough, want to hear you say it. Can you what, Omega?”
“Can I claim you… please?”
You weren’t looking at him as you asked, focusing on your nails splayed out against his chest instead. It drove him insane. You always drove him crazy even when you were an Alpha. Steve could think of a few times in the past that he wanted to be in this exact situation. The first time was after the Battle of New York. You two had kissed in the heat of the moment, excitement from winning, and it felt right. Then you sat on his lap when you were all eating shawarma and threatened Tony that you would melt his Iron Man suit.
That’s when he knew he liked you, the only Alpha he ever liked that way— just as stubborn as him but also just as righteous, maybe even more so. But he wasn’t ready for a bond. He wanted to and even told you but felt too out of time. He was still getting used to the modern world. With a wink and a smile, you said he couldn’t count on you to wait for him but that you might. And then you stole his jacket— he realized he liked you wrapped in his clothes, a temporary claim of sorts even if it was only in his mind.
The second time was when you helped him find Bucky. Without hesitation, because Steve and Nat trusted Barnes, you began searching for the man that dumped Steve on the riverbank. You worked tirelessly to bring his friend home and somehow succeeded. And then Bucky went on a covert solo mission and was accused of blowing up the UN meeting in Vienna. You believed Bucky when he said he didn’t do it even when no one else did because a covert mission meant they weren’t tracking his whereabouts.
After the fight in the airport, when you told him you would stay behind to clear their name while he and Bucky fled to Siberia and did what they needed to do. He wanted you to come with them— that was one of the few times you had ever won a standoff against him. Then he wanted to bond as a promise that he would come back because for a moment he wasn’t sure that he would.
The third time was in the alleyway before he knew you weren’t an Alpha anymore. The way you were willing to put yourself in potential danger to save an Omega waitress you had only known for five hours. Twice as righteous. And refused to let him scent you until he threatened a standoff. Just as stubborn. He was so close to you. His lips on your skin, no matter how soft, felt like they should be there.
And now you two were here. You were actually going to go through with something he had been fantasizing for some time about. You were on top of him begging to claim him. The funny part was you didn’t have to. The first face he saw when he thawed from ice— you had a claim on him from the beginning. Steve tilted your chin up with his index finger until you weren’t focused on his pecs anymore but looking him in the eye.
“Of course you can.”
You leaned back down to suck harshly on the hickeys that were already there. Your teeth grazed his skin, hesitantly. Even when you were an Alpha, you had never gotten this close to bonding with someone before. Another reassurance from Steve and you bit down on the gland right beneath the skin. He hissed slightly as your bite broke the very surface of his skin— your bite a lot more shallow as an Omega.
He sucked in a breath at your lips unexpectedly on his. You wanted a kiss before you did the other side. Steve tilted his head back more, eyes closed in pure bliss. You worked carefully on the other side, wanting to prolong the moment. It was intimate. A claiming before ever sleeping with each other. If he wasn’t enjoying it so much he would have commented on how old-fashioned this was even for someone like him from a different time.
“Now me?”
Steve’s eyes snapped open. He sat up abruptly, his arms having to catch you and hold you from sliding off of him. Your eyes widened in fear that you had just ruined everything. Steve rubbed a thumb over your cheekbone and then played with your hair— careful not to mess it up or try to run his fingers through it— to reassure you.
“Are you sure? We can wait, no press—”
“I want to. I want everyone to know.”
“You want everyone to know I’m your Alpha, yeah? Want them to know you’re my Omega?”
You nodded with determination. “All yours.”
“It’s going to hurt a bit,” Steve warned.
“I trust you.”
Steve tilted your head back. He wasn’t joking when he said it would hurt. The force of the bite brought tears to your eyes. Without meaning to, your palms heated up at the feeling. Steve didn’t mind. He even relished in the burn a little bit as he went to the other side. He could feel the tears drip off of your chin and hurried the process along, licking at the wounds. His lips met yours and he wiped away your tears with his hands.
“You did so good for me… I love you.”
You looked Steve in the eye. It wasn’t in the heat of the moment. His face read the same seriousness as if he was going over a mission with the team. You kissed him once more and his favorite smile of yours, the blissful and lazy one, returned to your face.
“I love you too.”
Steve threw himself back down on the bed and the two of you returned to your relaxation before anything had happened. This was right. Steve knew it was right and his only regret was that he hadn’t bonded with you sooner. But none of that mattered anymore because you were in his arms anyway. No matter what mission came next no matter who crossed him, he had you to come back to and that was good enough.
(Part 8)...
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The suite was as lavish as one could expect based on the ornate golden double door entrance that came with a private butler. Luca would have been as happy to celebrate in a field of grass as much as a penthouse suite of another glassy Dubai highrise.
The most important thing was right beside him. Finally.
The time hadn't been lost on Ryan. But no string of words could express the feeling of being ripped in half. Or wounded again to think that he could ever be anything but untrue. It was all fair enough as most things were and ultimately, the rugged pilot was a man of action, not words.
"I'm tired of all of it." Ryan stripped his worn leather flight jacket, tossing it to the floor with more frustration than he intended. "You are the only fucking thing I have ever loved."
His reddened blue eyes locked into his heart's soft brown. God fucking damn it all he'd missed his fucking boy. It wasnt enough to kiss and make up. It wasn't enough to fill him and spill apologies. He'd marry the boy a billion times over but still, it wasnt enough.
They'd talked. Joked maybe. Fantasized. But he wasn't sure either of them would ever. It didn't matter now.
He closed the short distance between their bodies and felt his own visceral reaction to the proximity of his love. Lucas scent was intoxicating. His flawless skin was almost glowing up close and Ryan felt his mouth water with the building desire to press his lips to the softest brown skin.
But he wouldn't yet.
"Luca, listen to me." He couldn't help the way he allowed their hips to press together.
Luca's face cycled emotions. He was angry. He was frustrated. He was hurt. He was also very horny. His body, his perfect fucking body responded beneath the pilot's touch. It was a dance their souls had done since the beginning of time and one they'd do for ever more but one he'd never fucking get enough of.
"My pretty baby boy." A rough finger traced a smooth, trim jaw and Ryan sucked in a quick breath when Luca twisted just right to catch the older man's thumb in his soft, wet mouth. "Yer gonnae fuckin kill me, boy."
"You can't die yet." Luca's voice was shaking. His pupils were so dark. Ryan could feel the popstars slim fingers digging into what he could reach of the pilots painted skin and their clothes began to shed.
"I'm gonna give you what you need, my boy."
The pilot's gravel voice took on a steely tone as he pointed to four different cameras, small but plainly planted to capture every inch of the decadent four postered bed in the master suite.
"I'm gonna give you what you need and every fucking body is gonna see it."
Of course he'd never exploit the love of his life. But it was a fun threat and he had every intention of spending any future nights away from his only home being able to jerk it to his pretty princess in all of his favorite positions once again.
—
Gods bless ye was all he could think as Luca whined, literally whined, begging to service his swollen, leaking husband. It wasn't that he didn't want it. There werent fucking words for how badly he needed every inch of every one of his angel's holes. But first he had to make him scream.
He had his husband bent over one edge of the massive bed and didn't bother to stifle the primal groan that ripped from his chest at the sight of the sparkling pink jeweled plug already adorning the softest, smoothest, tightest ass of his dreams.
"I want everyone to see you like this, Luc." Scarred, inked fingertips traced the prickled skin he loved so much. The boy shuddered, barely stifling a desperate plea and arching into his husband's expert touch. "This is what we are. This is who we are."
He fell to his knees with more reverence than he'd ever felt inside a church and couldn't decide if he liked the taste of Lucas smooth taint and soft, tight balls or the unholy sounds Luca was making as Ryan took his time to lick and suck on Luca's sack, pointedly ignoring the perfect, swollen dick Luca did his best to rub into the bed beneath him for some sort of relief.
"S'not as simple as sex." He traced the boys puckered hole, rounding edge of the pretty pink jewel with his crooked nose, blatantly enjoying deep inhales of his boy's most private parts. Every fuckin inch of him was godsdamned delicious.
"This." His voice was gravel and a seriousness came over him as he allowed his fingertips to rest around the metal plug. He tapped it. Luca moaned and ground against the bed again and the pilot could feel another thick bead of precum wet the tip of his hooded cock. He tapped the plug a few more times, barely beginning to find something like a rhythm that had Luca moaning and groaning something that sounded like a blessed sort of song. "This is fucking holy, baby."
He twisted the heavy plug, only teasing the puckered hole that ached for him to pull it out and replace it with his own need. But not yet.
His hands released his husband suddenly. Luca's lewd dissatisfaction made the pilot chuckle as he replaced his hand with his hard, bare cock as he folded himself around the boy's back to breathe in the smell of his perfectly styled curls and feel like their pieces had finally lined up again.
No force in any universe could have kept him from abandoning his slow burn scheming and filling Luca with every inch and every drop of everything he had to give as urgently as he possibly could if he had just taken the plug from his husband's perfect ass. He silently marveled his own self restraint when Luca quivered underneath him, arching beneath him to press every inch of smooth brown skin again Ryan's solid, tattooed body.
"I promise you, boy." He bucked his hips, rocking into Luca who cursed and whimpered for more. "We are both going to get what we need tonight."
He let his mouth get to the outer edge of Luca's shoulder. Somehow even his sweat tasted sweet. Any closer and his little weasel would wiggle out from beneath him, desperate for a burning kiss that would, once again, derail the older man's careful plan.
He bit the boy's shoulder at the same time his hips involuntarily jerked against Luca's soft, warm body again. "Get on your fookin back, boy."
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"No more please!"
Luca's hands clung to Ryan's, still wrapped around the popstar's half hard dick. Ryan had told Luca that he intended to milk him dry before his dick ever touched him but Luca had no idea he'd cum so hard he could taste it on his lips when he opened his mouth to gasp for air.
"Take this fucking plug out and fucking fuck me god damn-"
Luca's increasingly frustrated tirade was cut short by the older man's gravelly chuckle. "You're so fooking cute when you beg for it, baby boy."
He grabbed Luca's face, forcing their eyes as he settled himself between his lover's quivering, cum-slick thighs. "Tell me, angel." He ignored his own throbbing need to finally, slowly begin to work the thick plug from Luca's tight hole. "Tell me how much you need this big thick daddy dick inside that pretty popstar hole."
He had no idea how long the boy had been wearing it. It was the first one they'd ever bought together- too keep Luca plugged full of Ryan's cum- the way it fookin should be and would be again very soon.
His inner monologue went silent at the sights and sounds of Luca's perfect pink hole stretching around the shining plug as Ryan pulled. It made the pilots dick pulse and his mouth water. The world was obsessed with Luca but they'd never seen how beautiful he could be like this. Until now.
More than one of the cameras would be able to capture a close up of the near pop when Luca's sparkling plug finally released from the boy's slick hole. The thought made Ryan's already painfully hard erection throb more.
He knew he didn't stand an ince cubes chance in hell of lasting more than five minutes once he finally got to feel his souls mate's body stretching to accommodate him, letting them be one once again. His balls ached. Every pointless load he'd sprayed into a tissue or a drain in the nights he'd been gone were nothing compared to the load that built in him now.
They both needed it.
To save face for the camera Ryan used the last of his willpower to suck Luca off for the cameras one last time, shamelessly using any combination of their spit, cum or precum to lube the pilot's thick fingers as he worked in and out of Luca at a teasing pace.
"Ry."
It was that name. The voice that said it. The emotion behind it. It broke him out of his list addled haze and their eyes met. Luca didn't have to keep begging they both needed the same thing.
"I won't last." Ryan said by way of warning but wasted no time taking his dick in his hand, stroking the thick foreskin over the precum slick head a couple of times and then lining himself up with the only place he called home.
"Don't need you to last."
Luca wrapped around him like a monkey. Suddenly he was everywhere. The smell and the feel of him blocked out everything else. Luca shuddered around his husband and it wrenched an inhuman groan from the grizzled pilot.
Stars. Heaven. Blackness. Void. He couldn't describe what happened or where he went when he finally felt the inhuman relief of release, his aching sack pumping every thick fertile drop of his seed deep into Luca's guts. Luca's slick hole pulsed around him with every throbbing rope and then the slow dribbles that Ryan made sure to leave with the deepest inside the popstar's well-claimed guts.
The beaming pride of his husband or the way the pilots own white cum took no time to spill out around his still hard cock had him ready for round two immediately.
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Some doodles from me and @bakurik 's discord call last night, which did include us playing PP: CH2.
The things I learned from the chapter, I will list below because like a dumbass, I did not record anything-
So yeah, major spoilers-
Had to play with low graphics(which I didn't mind) or else every time we grappled, our game would what Bakurik called a "grandma seizure" and bug the fuck out.
Mommy LL said "I have more ways to play with you". Bakurik proceeded to repeat it right into the mic. I died of gay.
Mommy? Sorry- Mommy? Sorry- Mommy? Sor-
The chapter(and Bakurik) worsened my mommy kink I mean what-
The grapple swing mechanic was N O T playtested. Either that, or we just suck at it and caused us to die at the Mommy LL chase 50+ times, resulting in my now shot voice.
"The bUttOn h UrTs M e"
Panicked at Mommy LL's death, screamed "what the fuck was that" at the "prototype" dragging her head away.
Ty Kissy Missy for the help, I still think you have anger issues-
Bakurik had to tell my ass to go back cuz I ran as soon as KM reached for the lever-
Bonzi Bunny will haunt my nightmares.
Huggy Wuggy is probably alive.
Made a joke that Cannibal(Bakurik's sona) made the train crash to try and kill Huggy Wuggy. They thought that the joke was fucking hilarious lmAO
Game is definitely not worth $10 with the mechanics and rage inducing shit it has, but that's my personal opinion. Because that's also coming from someone who spent $40 as soon as Security Breach came out-
Will most likely be playing Chapter 3.
Will try to make an animatic about it as well
Okok that's it, bYe-
#my art#art post#mun draws#digitalized#sonas#karma#cannibal#cannikar#bakurik#poppy playtime#poppy playtime chapter 2#huggy wuggy#kissy missy#mommy long legs#my voice is shot holy fuck#i love my partner but dammit he abuses me with his amazing voice XD#poppy playtime chapter 2 spoilers
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I do think out of those three specifically, Tien is the most okay with Siete. Sure, she's going to be the first one to murder him if he missteps, but as long as he's nice, so is she. They could be left alone with each other and nobody would die
Seox just wants to be left alone, by Siete especially, though while he does pretty openly say that he hates the guy and insults him when they're one on one, I think he's gotten better about that post SoR and would also begrudgingly tolerate Siete's presence if he had to. But god help the guy if he tries anything funny
Feower is the one who's the most tsundere, because I do firmly believe that he would like for Siete to be the big brother he's always presenting himself as, but Siete isn't pulling his weight in that regard, so Feower is constantly disappointed by him and tries to hide that by being pouty and mad. But he's mostly bark and relatively little bite, otherwise Siete would have died 44 times over already
...Siete really knows how to pick 'em
yeah i definitely agree!!
totally agree for Seox and for Feower, and for Tien i'll say i think she's the most okay with him yeah, because like, most of the time, Tien isn't there to pick a fight. She's not going to voice her disappointment, or voice how annoyed she is, and will usually more likely bear it. And Seofon is usually mostly annoying but not in a way Tien would go out of her way to comment on.
So it's just interesting how the few times we did see Tien get angry in some way it was linked to Seofon, and how sometimes she goes out of her way to be explicit about her annoyance with Seofon especially when he manipulates them.
I think eventually she's just more polite, but she is more likely to run out of patience with Seofon than not.
but usually her brother gets into an explosive anger before she has the time to do anything, so usually she just nods and approves of her brother and eventually holds him back rather than actually go on the attack.
... but yeah that's not a glowing "she's okay with Siete" approval--
but knowing she likes to sew and Seofon likes to design clothes i could imagine that, since she's not in active conflict with him, this is this type of moment where she quietly let him sits next to her and enjoy their time together.
Seox and Feower feel allergic to being around Seofon by default, but i think Tien is accepting of Seofon as long as he doesn't cross line, she won't reject him if he comes in genuinely wanting a good time, and that's already steps above Seox and Feower, and also indicative that if Seofon was, say, pulling their leg for them to pull the same pose at a fest, Seox and Feower would be annoyed by default while Tien would have no reason to be mad at Seofon in that moment specifically, especially if she can have fun.
so it's an interesting dynamic because she's definitely on the Erune's sides concerning Seofon but also she's fine with him. it's fine. it's fine.
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-Rhea Royce was fine af what's is your problem Daemon? I hate u for killing her. U better murder Aemond in a spectacular fashion so I forgive u for this, ops, spoiler alert.
-Otto my dear, the war happened much because of YOU. You and your selfish interests.
And damn, poor Alicent. First Otto and now Larys Strong. And we can see how the lie messed with Alicent, those lil bits adds to the "we kinda made them be in love with each other" thing that both Emily and Milly talked about.
And maybe, the heart broken for the lie will be a fuel to Alicent way more than power hunger. And damn you could see the pain on Alicent's face when Criston tell everything.
I saw some people saying it was her being envy because Rhaenyra was making her own choices while Alicent was forced by her father to do things she def didn't wanted to. Which is valid, but I rather be blind here and stick with the gay interpretation of Rhaenyra and Alicent relationship
- Rheanyra and Laenor talking about their "food" preferences was amazing. Can't wait to see the blonde and the gay duo striking again.
It's nice and important to have representation in such a main show as House of The Dragon and the world of Westeros.
- Rhaenys is talking by experience when she said that the lord's won't accept Rhaenyra as queen, not with Alicent baby boys standing along the way. And sadly, she is right.
- So, Criston Cole fell in love with Rhaenyra and simply wanted her to drop everything and runaway with him and because she refused he will be bitter about it and ally's with the Greens?
And also, what a snitch. How can a person be so honorable yet so not honorable at the same time? That's sor Criston Cole ladies and gentlemen
-I thought that Otto would murder Viserys but for as we see, Viserys can die on his own. Poor guy is falling apart
-What should I've said about the royal wedding? Drinks, music, people beating each other up, deaths... The Dothrakis would say that more 2 deaths on that count and it would be a great sign.
Gotta say, Alicent wearing that green dress instead of Targaryen's color clothes was fire. That's probably the only complement I will make to her since I'm part of the Blacks.
Viserys face after see Daemon go talk with Rhaenyra was like "seriously mf?"
I bet that sor Criston started that fight. But c'mom, Joffrey was really dumb to have that talk with him. Poor Laenor tho
- Best episode so far. The episodes prior everything felt like a Volcano ready to explode at anytime and damn tonight was the night.
A great ending to this first part of the show. Next week we will start from zero, but with the backstory that we now saw. We saw everything that was crucial to what led to the Dance in those five episodes. I gonna say, I will miss Emily and Milly, and I hope to see them more in more main stream and main character roles, those two basically carried this first half. Matt Smith is a great actor with tons of charisma but Milly and Emily were the stars.
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