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Better Bones AU: History Lesson
(A new, updated version of an old history lesson, with some new names and the hopes of being a better summary. Refer to this one over the old one!)
[ID: Ferncloud from Warrior Cats is lecturing Lionkit, Jaykit, and Hollykit.]
Teaching history in the Clans became an important feature after the defeat of Ripplestar near the beginning of the Chivalric Period. While elders are seen as the chroniclers of history, a dedicated Educator takes on the role of making sure each litter learns everything they need to know.
During the Settlement Era, ThunderClan's educator Ferncloud teaches the kits of ThunderClan about glyphs, the basic tenets of the Warrior Code, and an overview of history.
As of the newest arc, there have been 5 Periods so far, with each period being broken down into 3 Eras and side stories. Those are;
ANCIENT PERIOD
Dawn Era, Code Era, Skyfall Era
CHIVALRIC PERIOD
Ripple Era, Crusade Era, Campaign Era.
THISTLE PERIOD
Broken Era, Tiger Era, Fire Era
HOMING PERIOD
Journey Era, Settlement Era, Eclipse Era
MODERN PERIOD
Reunion Era, Reckoning Era, Current Day
In addition, there is also a Prehistoric Period, which is only remembered by Clan cats through the tales of LionClan, LeopardClan, and TigerClan. The truth is even stranger than the mythological animals they tell stories about.
See: Hollyleaf's Century.
Ancient Period
(1920s - 1970s)
Dawn Era
Moth Flight's Vow
In the Dawn Era, the five ancient founders settled the Forest. From the North came the Clans, lead down from the mountains by Gray Wing the Wise. From the south came Warriors, following a king, Arc of the Park.
Gray Wing died in a fateful accident while saving his right-hand man, Shaded Flower. Clear Sky managed to keep the group together through his sheer strength, settling them into the forest. This all changed when a horrible accident caused the leg of Clear Sky's brother, Jagged Peak, to be permanently twisted.
His own brother and the leader of the Clan at the time, Clear Sky, cast him out. His pregnant mate, Bright Storm, protested this cruelty and tried to care for Jagged Peak all winter long. Her efforts were in vain as he starved to death, and the spirit of Gray Wing responded to this by sending her a hero and a sign;
Bright Storm's litter had one survivor, a ginger tabby named Thunder Storm, missing its leg in the same place where its uncle had lost his. They brought the child back to the group.
Refusing to learn his lesson, Clear Sky rejected the child just like he'd done to Jagged Peak. This time, many families did not abide the cruelty, headed by Tall Shadow. This caused the split between Sky's Clan and Shadow's Clan. Shadow's Clan came into constant conflict with the Wind Coalition, Thunder Storm broke off Thunder's Clan many years later after a great injustice, and he eventually struck up an alliance with the River Kingdom.
Rising political tension culminated in Sky's Clan taking the prince of the River Kingdom, River's Ripple, as a hostage. The First Battle broke out between all five groups at Fivetrees, a bloodbath with so much carnage that the bodies could not be buried in one day.
StarClan broke the battle with a flash of lightning, coming down from the heavens to offer each leader a revelation, and a reward. The reward being that each leader would get 9 lives to lead their Clans, and better understand the cats within them, as long as they gave a proper burial to each cat killed in the pointless fight.
The first two Commandments of the Warrior Code were made on this day-- the Law of the Land establishing borders, and the Law of Honor, which states that a true warrior does not need to kill in order to win their battles.
And thus ended the Dawn Era, and started the Code Era.
Code Era
Because this was before the Clans taught history, most of the Code Era is remembered in parables associated with the creation of Commandments 3 thru 8. It's also MUCH longer than most other Eras, with many of these parables being several generations apart.
The cats in them are so old and so storied that they are seen as deities in StarClan, prayed to and invoked by the living. Examples being Daisytail, Patron of Protection and Parenthood, and Redscar, Patron of Arbitration and Decision-Making.
Eventually, the third commandment, the Law of Loyalty, was made in response to the open love of Ryewhisker and Cloudberry. It banned interclan mateships and closed off the groups in a way unseen since the Dawn Era, and ignited the ancient tradition of Kitten Stealing.
Unknown to the living, in protest of such an evil law, Ryewhisker and Cloudberry willingly joined the Dark Forest. They are two of the oldest spirits there.
An accurate chronicle truly begins with the Skyfall Era.
Skyfall Era
Cars, brand new highways, and suburban expansion started to cut into the Forest as the humans entered a new era... not that the Clans knew why it was happening. Kittypets, associated with these humans, started to be seen more negatively than ever before.
This Era is named for, and defined by, the loss of SkyClan.
Commandment 9, the Law of the Wild, was made in response to SkyClan cats defecting to live as housecats; "A true warrior rejects the soft life of a kittypet."
As their territory evaporated below their paws, SkyClan was blamed for everything out of their control. To this day, this era is framed as a cautionary tale to kittens, "What happens to a Clan when they stop living by the Code." In a famous final plea, SkyClan was turned away and exiled.
Their ancestors, 1/5th of StarClan, went with them... except for Skystar who remained in Silverpelt, revered as a Patron of Battle.
The Clerics of the four remaining clans protested the exile ferociously, banding together to go on strike until SkyClan was returned. To break it and bring their medics back under control, the Medicine Cat's Vow was codified into law.
Previously, it had been a personal vow between Clerics, one with no enforcement behind it. Not taking a mate or having kittens was to always keep medicine above Clan loyalty; but the code was enshrined to make a Cleric put Clan loyalty above all else. A corrupted vow. Dalestar of WindClan smeared his Cleric, Larkstripe, as a hypocrite and sent her kitten away.
See: Larkstripe
And thus ended the strike, and the Ancient Period, as the following Chivalric Period began.
Chivalric Period (1970s - Late 1990s)
Ripple Era
Ripplestar's Rot
Larkstripe's kitten was raised at Birdsong's belly in ShadowClan, the adopted brother of Gorseclaw and Spottedpelt. Ripplemoon understood it was a great injustice that SkyClan had been exiled, and vowed to make room for his siblings' father and Clan to return home.
Meanwhile, the 5th Oak at Fivetrees was beginning to rot. The Ripple Era was named for this time of tumult, ending with a crash as Ripplestar's war came to a bloody halt.
After the death of the 5th Oak, Fivetrees becomes Fourtrees, widely considered a sign that a Clan that cannot keep its borders does not deserve to have them. THREE new laws were added to the Warrior Code, all of them related to making cats more loyal.
The Full Moon Truce, ruling that cats were not to fight or argue at gatherings
The First Tasks, a set of pre-existing traditions now codified, that all apprentices had to complete upon becoming warriors
The Leader's Rights... to not be disobeyed.
The Clan Pride Tide that followed ignited war and chaos, considered to be the 'chivalric ideal' of Clan society. The battles were glorious, and never before were cats so honorable and ferocious. Punishments were harsh and severe... such as the one for a certain mother who took a halfclan mate, and was given 3 ill-fated kittens by StarClan.
And this punishment truly ended the Ripple Era, and lead to the Crusade Era.
Crusade Era
Darkstar's Commandment
Pinestar's Crusade
When a false sign from StarClan was misinterpreted by the Cleric of ThunderClan (unknown to all: Birchface was a rogue StarClan warrior who sent it), Oakstar ferociously exiled Mapleshade and her three kittens in the midst of a storm. With nowhere to go, she tried to bring her children across the river to their father's Clan. They did not survive.
Darkstar refused to even allow her to bury the kittens in RiverClan. Mapleshade exacted her revenge, taking out 3 cats before being taken out herself. Furious at the injustice and murder, StarClan damned every cat involved, and gave Darkstar and Oakstar a command; to NEVER let this happen ever again.
Darkstar created Darkstar's Commandment, that all kittens were to be protected regardless of origin, and no one would be compelled to reveal the other parent of their kittens. This is known as the Queen's Rights.
See: Queen's Rights
Oakstar opposed this change at first, until he was beaten by Darkstar and forced to accept this new law. Fearing that StarClan would be furious with him, he attempted to please them by starting crusades against the cats of Chelford.
These Crusades lead to the creation of BloodClan, to defend Chelford cats against Clan invasion. From this point it evolved into a system of governance unique to itself.
See: Brief BloodClan Guide
WindClan and ShadowClan joined in on these raids for several years, with only RiverClan abstaining. Between the cats of the forest there was an era of odd 'peace' as they had new targets to battle for honor... until Heatherstar took power.
The Campaign Era reignited inter-Clan hostility.
Campaign Era
Tallstar's Collapse
Brokenstar's Cataclysm
Stormpaw's Demon
Bluestar's Flowers
Heatherstar of WindClan flexed her ambition by launching a campaign to take the Mothermouth Moorland from ShadowClan, setting off a cascade of renewed inter-Clan hostility. It caused ShadowClan to hold territory from ThunderClan, ThunderClan to re-take Sunningrocks, and RiverClan to assert control over the Gorge, causing periodic four-way fights between them in ways unseen since the Ripple Era.
WindClan lost the tradition of tunneling in this Era; as it isn't useful for the total war that Heatherstar needed to take such a huge chunk of territory.
In the later half of this Era, a group of young cross-Clan friends started to meet in secret. Bluemoon of ThunderClan, Hoprunner and Ashfoot of WindClan, Lizardstripe of ShadowClan, Oakheart of RiverClan, and Barley Senior of BloodClan.
They called themselves the Forget-Me-Nots, and it was the beginning of the ideology known as Fire Alone. Bluemoon's love of her friends, and the loss of her family in pointless battles, made her realize that something needed to change.
And yet, this era gave birth to something much more rotten. As the Clans hardened and started to see the more brutal parts of the code as fundamentally opposed to its softer laws, the tenets that would found Thistle Law began to form.
See: Thistle Law
Named for a painful lesson that Thistleclaw taught his apprentice, Bluestar's rise to power stalled its implementation for a few more safe years. It was the ironic negotiation of a Peace Deal to end the Mothermouth Moorland war which ended the Chivalric Period, and birthed the Thistle Period.
Thistle Period
(Late 1990's - 2008)
Broken Era
Spottedleaf's Plague
After generations of fighting, Raggedstar of ShadowClan was old, tired, and wanted only to see peace for his last years of life. He went to end the war and stop fighting for the Mothermouth Moorland which had been contested for so long.
His son and deputy, Brokentail, killed him before he had the chance.
The rise of Brokenstar was the first true implementation of Thistle Law. His followers believed that the only way to truly win a war was to destroy the opposition-- completely. As Heatherstar had done before by sacrificing tunneling, Brokenstar, too, was prepared to make sacrifices.
In just a few short years using brutal tactics like poison claws, traps, and apprentice-targeting, ShadowClan had shredded WindClan's numbers. The final bloody event in this eradication was the WindClan Massacre, a full assault on their camp, and ShadowClan had even broken the code by bringing inexperienced warriors to battle. Casting out a full Clan was considered evil and barbaric.
Rebels formed in this time, but without help, they would have stood no chance against the popular Brokenstar.
It was Bluestar of ThunderClan and her young champion, an ex-kittypet called Firepaw, who agreed to lend their aid. Guided by the words of a prophecy, "Fire Alone Will Save The Clans," Bluestar instilled in her apprentice a new way of seeing the world.
With Brokenstar deposed, Bluestar sent her champion again to fetch WindClan. They gave ShadowClan space to recover, defended the weakened WindClan against River and Shadow, and even accepted a blinded Brokenstar out of mercy. At all turns, Bluestar embodied justice and chivalry...
Or so the ThunderClan history lessons say. Others like to put more emphasis on the growing darkness behind Tigerclaw.
Tiger Era
Tigerstar's Paws
It officially began when Tigerstar took power in ShadowClan. TigerClan lasted for only six horrible moons and defines the shortest era in the history lessons, but its story is told with horror and hushed tones.
Dozens of cats died, in raids and in executions. Prey was stolen from other territories and slaughtered en-mass to build a ridiculous, reeking monument of bones. There wasn't even enough to build a solid hill, so Tigerstar demanded they create a pointless facade over mud just for his ego.
But all of this was still not enough for him, and he contacted BloodClan to negotiate the Impossible Deal. They would have half of the Forest, if they helped him kill his enemies. Scourge did not trust Clan cats, but against his better judgement, as if the heavens were whispering in his ear... he agreed.
The Era came to a crashing halt when Tigerstar attacked his ally and Scourge famously opened him up in two hits. A very special song was made about this moment; Tiger's In A Heap.
Fire Era
Cinderpelt's Solution
Firestar's Quietus
The Tiger in RiverClan
Tigerstar had made a deal, and Scourge intended for it to be upheld. Half of the forest was rightfully his, and he would evict any Clan cats who he found living on it, tired of their dishonorable ways. He gave them three days to clear out.
Firestar was able to convince the four Clans to unite as one to defend against this threat, but he had a revelation. Scourge wasn't wrong. Clan cats had acted dishonorably with him, making promises they didn't intend to keep, attacking him when he didn't obey like a minion. In spite of being Bluestar's champion and successor, Firestar himself had been treated as if he was lesser, just for his birth.
To Scourge, and to Rusty, the Clans HAD been dishonorable. The Code ended at the border and treated outsiders as less-than-cats.
When the battle with BloodClan began, Firestar and Scourge faced off. The battle was legendary. In a fateful move, Firestar slammed the leader of BloodClan to the ground, and ripped his collar clean off. "A true warrior does not need to kill to win their battles."
Calling for a retreat with his life, Scourge left his collar behind on the battlefield. Firestar returned it, and opened up new negotiations with the humbled leader. "We have won our right to the forest, but speak to me; how much of Tigerstar's impossible deal can we honor for you?"
The answer was so simple as to be ridiculous. They wanted materials like wood, nice-smelling flowers, and new kinds of food. Things that they couldn't find in the dumpsters and gray pavement of twolegplace, and BloodClan could offer materials of their own to trade.
The Fire Era allowed the Thistle Period to have a brief, but sweet time of peace. This time of cooperation ended in a horrible ball of chaos, as the forest was destroyed by man and the cats had to go on a long journey.
Homing Period (2007 - 2018)
Journey Era
As the forest was destroyed, the Clans sought guidance from StarClan. The Clerics went to the Mothermouth, as was expected in those days. Cinderpelt, Littlecloud and Cinderpelt's apprentice Leafstripe were slightly late, as usual, taking their time getting there to have their bi-weekly chat.
When they arrived, they found Mothwing frantically digging at a collapsed rockfall. If they hadn't been late, they too would have died. Mudfur and Barkface were dead. The remaining Clerics dug until their claws were bloody, then fell asleep where they stood.
Leafstripe of ThunderClan received a prophecy. Four chosen cats must follow the Brightest Star, and find them a new home. These four cats were sent by each Clan; Brambleclaw, Tawnypelt, Feathertail, and Crowfoot. Squirrelpaw and Stormfur joined them, without permission.
As they went on a quest that would come to be known as the Sundrown Patrol, the four Clans suffered through many hardships. ThunderClan was forced out of its camp, WindClan was poisoned and ensnared, RiverClan pushed for Sunningrocks as the river dried up, and ShadowClan's marshland was filled in.
After the patrol returned to free several cats who had been trapped by humans, the Clans left hastily to begin the Great Journey.
Something changed on that trip together. For the first time ever, the four Clans had to rely on each other, and see things the way they could be. The apprentices and kits in particular walked away with a unique mindset about cooperation, summed up with a special dish they created together known as Paw Soup.
But of course, it did not last. On reaching the lake and discovering the Moonpool, Leafstripe received three new prophecies.
"Blood will spill blood and the lake will run red."
"Fire and tiger will clash and burn together into ash"
"The first of the lake will guide WindClan."
Her name was changed to Leafpool, an honor title to reflect her powerful seeing abilities.
After the death of Tallstar and the hasty rise of Onewhisker to power, Mudclaw decided that this prophecy must mean that the first cat to see the lake after the Great Journey would lead WindClan. Since he lead the first patrol here, he was especially convinced that it meant him.
(Unknown to him, it was referring to his child, Kestrelflight, who would be the first kitten born at the lake. Shortly followed by his brothers Harestar and Owlclaw, Hare and Kestrel were given to Mudclaw's brother Torear shortly after their birth while Whitewater kept Owl.)
Mudclaw's Rebellion spiraled into a conflict involving cats of all Clans, lead in by Hawkfrost. After a failed assassination attempt on Onewhisker's life, StarClan was so furious at Mudclaw's insolence that they smote him with a falling tree.
When this failed, Hawkfrost became desperate, getting three Tribe cats temporarily cast out of RiverClan, and attempting to kill Firestar to put Brambleclaw into leadership. When Brambleclaw hesitated, Mothwing sprang out of a bush to rescue the leader, and Brambleclaw fought his brother. But, he was unable to land the fatal blow, and Hawkfrost lunged for his sister... only to impale himself on the stake she was holding.
As the lake ran red with tiger blood, Brambleclaw stepped down from his deputyship, and Brackenfur took power. Mothwing returned with the body of her brother, but her troubles were not yet over. The cats of RiverClan who had participated in WindClan's rebellion didn't believe it was an accident, and Leopardstar did nothing about these accusations.
Mistyfoot realized that something had to be done. Hawkfrost was a victim as much as he was a perpetrator, and these ideas had to be pulled up at the root.
Every Clan has a different moment for where the Journey Era ended. ShadowClan believes it's when they arrived in their new home. WindClan thinks the death of Mudclaw feels right. ThunderClan sees it as the appointment of Brackenfur as deputy. RiverClan marks it at the sudden death of Leopardstar to a rogue, bludgeoned to death on a rock.
Homing Era
An unprecedented time of peace, never seen before, nor since. These days have come to be seen as halcyon, divided up into 'episodes' of conflict and interesting tales.
Some of these episodes are,
The Shinewater Plague
When a twoleg truck veered off a thunderpath and spilled gallons of shining poison into RiverClan territory, Mistystar had to decide what kind of leader she wanted to be. In this instance, she accepted help in spite of what some of the harsher cats of her Clan demanded.
ShadowClan's Lichen Rebog Project
Arriving at the lake was hard for ShadowClan, as the rivers in their territory were deep and their land was largely useless pines. Blackstar commanded an ambitious terraforming project, blocking up the rivers and controlling the flooding to turn their land into a marsh. ThunderClan offered their help, as usual.
Ripwater's Devastation
A giant, monstrous fish lurked in the depths of the lake, sucking down a RiverClan apprentice into the abyss and making fishing dangerous for any cat going for a swim. Ripwater needed to be dealt with, but RiverClan had never killed something as large as a boar, let alone larger.
Salt Patrol
This was the first time that the Clans had regular access to gathering their own salt, an important medicine for treating infection and parasites. There were times that apprentices of all Clans would converge, by coincidence, for a beach episode.
The Tribe's Rogues
Taken aback by the fact the Tribe cats ask for help even when they have a choice, Clan cats grapple with what this says about their own upbringings.
See: The expanded notes on how the Tribe visit has been completely reduxed to fix its problematic elements.
The Three, who would come to be known in story and legend, grew up in this period, exploring themselves, their friends, and the culture around them.
This time of kindness came to a tragic end in the Battle of the False Eclipse, and the Cruel Season that followed it.
Angered by ThunderClan's meddling in their affairs, WindClan and RiverClan attacked them and pulled all the Clans into a lake-wide brawl that was only ended by a flash of darkness. Sol showed them a taste of what was to come just a few years later, when the planes of reality would collide.
The Dark Forest had been making its moves and sewing seeds of discord within disgruntled cats of the Clans, involving them in a plan to snatch godhood from the stars. Their first major move was the 'accidental' killing of Brackenfur in the Battle of the False Eclipse, and the fire in ThunderClan that came later, as cover for killing Firestar.
And so, Bramblestar ascended to power with Squilf as his first deputy, Thornclaw as the second after Hollyleaf spilled a secret, and the young prodigy vanished into the tunnels for many years. A third cat of great prophecy was born to her brother.
See: Hollyleaf, just, this whole post
Eclipse Era
Uniting a group of cats with almost nothing in common, Tigerstar planned to usurp StarClan and become the new deities of the four Clans. He relied heavily on his son, Hawkfrost, to be his diplomat and keep the unstable alliance together just long enough to accomplish his goals.
Lionblaze and Jayfeather learned there was a plot, but didn't know how to infiltrate it. Lionblaze sent his daughter, Ivypool, in to spy on the demons and their schemes. Hawkfrost became her Dark Forest mentor.
The Dark Forest plan: replace every cat in power with a trainee before the night of the True Eclipse, to make their takeover easier. Simple enough. Harder was coordinating a bunch of trainees with completely different motivations.
See: Motivations of Dark Forest trainees
Firestar and Brackenfur were first. Sedgecreek and Mistystar, Ashfoot and Onestar, Russetfur and Blackstar were next.
The Dark Forest succeeded in pitting ThunderClan and ShadowClan against each other, thanks to deputy Thornclaw's influence. After the death of Russetfur, Blackstar was absolutely devastated and prone to Sol's influence. This was ShadowClan's first collapse, but unfortunately, not its last.
Redwillow, Ratscar, and Applefur took power of the Clan in his absence, and leas to bloody infighting as they tried to hold onto it. It was Rowanclaw rallying Blackstar's family to remind him of how loved he was that brought him back around, calling forth enough manpower to overthrow the trainees and take ShadowClan back.
Just before the Eclipse was about to commence, Hollyleaf returned just in time to fight for her family.
Thanks to the information of cats like Ivypool, the Clans were able to prepare for the Night of the True Eclipse. Unfortunately, the days of the Homing Era were gone, and they had a hard time uniting as a front. While ShadowClan and ThunderClan were able to rally and limit their losses, WindClan and RiverClan remained individual targets.
Dovewing lead a coalition of cats to counter the Dark Forest wherever they attacked, her father Lionblaze trailing just behind. Jayfeather used his powers to summon cats from StarClan itself, using a stick stolen from Rock to resurrect a tree and pull down as many angels as could fit on its branches.
Though outnumbered and losing, Tigerstar had vowed to go out in a blaze of glory. Scourge under his left claws and Blackstar bleeding out a life to the right, Firestar himself came in to settle the score with his old foe.
Modern Period
(2018 - Today)
Reunion Era
ThunderClan's Tempest
Heartstar's Rise
Following the terrible carnage of the Great Battle, a grand storm blew through the lake and brought flooding unlike anything ever seen before. In the aftermath, many of ShadowClan's carefully managed projects took a beating.
The other Clans were reluctant to lend their aid, in contrast to the peace and cooperation of the Homing Era. Frustrated by ShadowClan's first collapse and the lack of help they were receiving now, the youngest generation was desperate for radical change. Many of the dejected cats around the lake agreed, Dark Forest trainees, halfclan cats and lovers, codebreakers, and so on.
They were co-opted by a terrible actor. Darktail had infiltrated SkyClan, many miles away, and exploited their internal divisions. Sharpclaw, Rockshade, and cats like them joined his cause, and SkyClan had fled in the chaos. He offered his help to the struggling ShadowClan, and any Clan cats seeking a safe haven. Breezepelt and his fellow ex-trainees were some of them.
"Nevermind your borders and your battles and your bloodlines," Darktail announced, "We will all be the Kin." Slowly, each of these things he spoke against became central to his movement.
WindClan, lead by Onestar, reacted severely. He put a complete embargo on any Clan lending aid, even denying them medicine during a terrible outbreak of Yellowcough. When ShadowClan fell apart, the Kin absorbed it completely and became an unstoppable force.
Heathertail couldn't handle the horrible cruelty of her father, and joined them hoping to get her half-brother's side of the story.
This was when The Kin started expanding, targeting their neighbors for territory. It was only through the return of SkyClan that the cult was able to be defeated, and because of their role in the final confrontation, it was agreed they had a claim to the Lake.
In memory of the conflict, and with respect to the destroyed ShadowClan, a new commandment was added to the code. The Law of the Lake demands that in times of stress, no Clan may allow another to falter and disband.
Rowanstar intended to live the last of his days in shame, having watched Dawnpelt die, his Clan disband, and Tigerheart vanish. Tigerheart returned only to die in a horrible accident, and Rowan refused to watch his last child be taken from him.
Drowning away his lives in the Moonpool so Heartstar could rise, the Era ends with the resurrection of ShadowClan.
Reckoning Era
Squirrelflight's Horror
Tawnypelt's Mountain
Ferncloud's Parting
SkyClan joining the lake and ShadowClan reforming caused struggles for territory. It was already a tight squeeze for ShadowClan before they joined, and accommodating an extra Clan would require careful diplomacy.
Unfortunately, Bramblestar had other plans. It got into his head that his deputy, Squirrelflight, was undermining him and he played a pointless game with his power. Joining Heartstar in an ill-fated invasion on a nomadic group, ThunderClan lost the respected senior Cleric and discoverer of the Moonpool, Leafpool.
But in those days, there was nothing that could be done about a bad leader besides violent revolution. Any telling of this era of history starts with these events, to establish why ThunderClan did not quickly realize their leader had been replaced by an Impostor only a few moons later, and why they didn't immediately do anything about it.
This impostor's first action was to announce his plans at a peaceful gathering. While losing a life, StarClan had told him they were disappointed and furious at the lack of a reckoning for the cats who had been disloyal in the previous two eras. HalfClan cats, insurgents, and other Codebreakers must be punished and brought in line, to return the Clans to a better time.
Most leaders agreed with this sentiment, and loosely implemented tests of loyalty. It wasn't enough for the Imposter, who was particularly insulted by Bristlefrost codebreaking within his own Clan to see Rootspring of SkyClan.
So at the next gathering, he called together the five Clans, implored them one more time to truly punish their Codebreakers or else StarClan would never come back, and finished his speech by ripping open Bristlefrost's neck.
Over the screams of the crowd, the full, uncovered moon shined bright. He pointed up with his bloodied paw, citing its light as StarClan's approval.
It wasn't the first time an unblemished moon meant cruelty, and SkyClan refused to be part of this evil game. Conflict escalated into a full-blown civil war, leading to scores of dead cats, and the eventual cornering of the Impostor.
When he escaped into the Dark Forest with the ghosts of the fallen kept hostage, Squirrelflight organized a final push to free those who were trapped. These cats came to be known as Lights in the Mist:
Harelight (then called Harefur) and Mistystar of RiverClan
Ivypool and Ferncloud of ThunderClan
Rootspring and MacGyver of SkyClan
Shadowsight and Flowerscar of ShadowClan
Breezepelt and Leaftail of WindClan... after Breezepelt conked Crowfeather over the noggin to forcefully take his spot.
(Exact cats liable to change, particularly MacGyver, Flowerscar, and Leaftail)
In the final confrontation, Ashfur revealed his special powers, having killed and absorbed the ancient spirit Clear Sky as well as several other demons and angels. He was too powerful to defeat, in spite of the combined efforts of the Dark Forest, StarClan, and the Lights in the Mist. In a final, grand effort, Shadowsight used a lightning bolt coursing through his veins to hold the monster down, and Bristlefrost sacrificed her life and eternity knocking Ashfur out of the sky like a falling star.
They crashed to Earth as a pair of asteroids, leaving a crater that became a small pool on SkyClan's border.
This fight destroyed a region of StarClan, an in-between area known as the Meadow of Young Stars. Now a shattered plain unable to separate the Place of No Stars from Silverpelt, A guard defends the single unstable bridge between the lands.
See: StarClan 101
~Current Day~
Ferncloud died tragically after confronting her brother on that fateful mission, and ThunderClan mourns its educator. In respect and heartbreak, its elders have hesitated in choosing a new cat for this role.
With two Eras behind them, the Clans have been loosely speculating what the new name for this Period will become, what its theme will be. There's no way to know until it happens... and it's not as if all the Clans agree on where exactly the times begin and end.
In the meanwhile, a new commandment has been added to the code. It's called Bristlefrost's Law, and for the first time, there is now an official system for changing Clans to be with a mate or a partner. Not all like this change-- some call these cats 'Turnclaws,' and didn't think there was a problem with the way things were.
Bramblestar has been tired since his ordeal, and ThunderClan is hoping he will step down soon. Mistystar has also been slow and aching, but her son Reedwhisker is a fine deputy, and he will make a fine leader as well.
The Clans have gone through a hard time, but there seems to finally be a light at the end of the- oh hey what's Splashtail up to
#Better Bones au#BB!History Lesson#BBAU#warrior cats au#ITS DONE#NEW HISTORY LESSON#BIGGER AND MEATIER THAN THE LAST#BEE HOLD#IM LOSING MY MIND
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You knew about my pregnancy fetish and wanted to surprise me for my birthday. I had suggested the pills before, trying to coax you with the knowledge that the effects of the faux pregnancy pills would only last three weeks. You were curious but hesitant and it had taken months of subtle suggestions to get you to the point where it sounded fun. “The idea of walking around the campus sporting a cute little baby belly would be adorable” I told you and over time you began to believe the same. “And you keep your body in such great shape it’s not like you would get very big.” I would add. You would fret over your figure but also wanted to make me happy. So, when I saw the package neatly but not terribly well hidden in your dresser I knew you thought it would be fun to indulge my kink. I had made sure not to bring up the warnings about taking it while you were ovulating or if multiples ran in your family. Besides, it wasn’t as if your mother and her twin sister were on your mind when you took it.
You’re just sitting down on your laptop. Almost convinced nothing would happen as it’s been 40 minutes. Until you feel your breasts start to ache. It almost reminds you how it felt when you first started to develop them. But much more intense. Your bra starts to bother you and then flat out feels like sandpaper against them. You take off your top and quickly remove your bra. You look down and can’t believe what you see. The light skin, perfectly sized areola’s you used to know have expanded and are a deep, dark brown. You shiver as the air hits them and you feel your nipples erect painfully. You bring a hand up to feel one of them and you almost hiss from the pain. Your nipples are now elongated and thicker. they feel almost rubbery. You go to a mirror to inspect and that’s when you notice the extra layer of fat building on your hips. A small bulge is showing in your lower stomach. Your pants start to feel tight.
You go to take off your jeans but as you bend over you feel the weight of your breasts have changed. They seem to hang heavier off your frame and you can feel the extra weight. Your jeans which just this morning wear easy to get on almost have to be peeled off. You have love handles now and your pretty thighs are thicker and meatier. You take another look in the full length mirror and you can see your breasts have increased at least a size. Maybe even two. But they’re still aching. You turn around and gasp a little at the size of your ass. You look like you’ve really started to pack on some pounds and it’s all in your hips and ass which has slight dimples now. You can’t help but step on the scale next to the shower and you feel different parts of yourself jiggle as you do. A sense of unease about taking the “fun little” pill is blooming in your mind. It’s a bit of a shock to see it say 8 you’re pounds heavier than when you weighed yourself last. It’s actually 9 pounds heavier. Now ten?! It’s still adjusting…or you’re gaining that fast. When you ran over to the scale you felt your thicker thighs rubbing against each other. The ache in your breasts continues and you know they are now at least two to three sizes bigger. Your nipples remain erect. You get off the scale and feel the extra flab on your hips. Did THEY jiggle? or is it in your head? You feel a pressure begin to mount in your belly. Something similar to eating too much and a painful cramp. You groan as your hand instinctively goes to it. Moments ago, it could have been a few extra pounds but now it’s pooching out. But it’s firm. You let out another groan as the pressure increases. You need to sit down on something soft or possibly lie in your bed. As you head out of the bathroom you feel your feet throbbing and your ankles are hurting. You did everything you could not to look down at them.
You make your way to your bed rubbing the firm little belly. You feel your heavier breasts hanging off your chest as you mount the bed and they clap together a little. You can’t stop as you whimper out loud at the feeling. They’re so tender it actually hurts when they bounce against one another. The pressure is becoming more intense deep in your womb and you can feel it spreading through your hips which suddenly ache very, VERY badly. You lie on your back and begin to surround yourself with pillows when you can’t help but cry out as you feel your hips start to widen. A process which usually takes months is being forced in minutes on your nice young figure. You feel tears right behind your eyes as the pressure in your stomach becomes too much. it suddenly releases through you and you feel your hand being pushed out as you begin to swell rapidly.
You open your eyes and look down at the belly which has just surged forth and you can’t believe what you’re seeing. You look like you’re five months pregnant. But you read the instructions on the box. It would be a gradual growth. How could you look so far along this early? “Unless my body thinks it’s….” You start to think before you cry out. the pressure in your womb has returned and you start to panic. You poor aching hips are sending flares of pain all through you. Every little motion hurts your breasts. The veins in them are clearly visible. You want to cry out for help but you start to feel something new and completely un-welcomed at the moment. You can feel yourself getting….. wet…… really wet. It doesn’t make any sense with how awful you feel. You keep one hand on your belly, the skin feeling hot to the touch like you have a fever and your other hand drifts down below your hips. You gently brush at your lips to feel yourself and you gasp in pleasure when you faintly touch your engorged clit. It’s never been this sensitive before. You brace yourself to feel it again and the sensation is close to overwhelming. You try to cut through the desire to play with yourself as you realize that your once cute little button is now swollen large. Your lips are swollen as well and feel….fatty…. you only put in the tip of your finger and pull it away quickly.. Sopping. Your fucking sopping wet….. The pressure hits in your belly and releases all through you again. Just as you felt something that brought pleasure, your swelling body reminds you it has work to do. You let out a deep guttural moan as your belly surges again. You literally hear your belly button pop out. As you expand you finish your thought “Unless my body thought it was having twins…”
You look like your possibly 8 to 9 months now. With one baby. You feel the weight of this new belly weighing you down into the mattress. A fine sheen of sweat has covered your body. You look down and the tears do start. Stretch marks. angry red stretch marks appear at the top of the dome of your new bump. You see them on your breasts as well which lie heavy on your chest. Pre-milk glistens from your ducts and you feel it leave sticky trails down your new “motherly breasts”….. what started out as indulging a kink is quickly turning into a nightmare. You feel panic really setting in before the hunger returns between your thighs. You can actually feel yourself leaking out and onto your meaty inner thighs which you rub against each other, desperate for any kind of friction. You hurt all over and you want to be filled. You start thinking about going to a hospital when the pressure returns in your growing womb again. You start to cry out as there is barely any buildup before the release. You can feel yourself expanding and your weight pulls you further down and into the bed. The skin on your belly pulled taut and shiny with sweat.
I arrive at your place a half hour later. I walk in and hear you crying so I make my way into your bedroom. But I make a stop at the bathroom first to grab something. I’m in no rush. Somehow, I know the cause of your misery. I enter your room and I can smell you everywhere. The deep musky scent of your want is all over the room. Pheromones pumping from your swollen sex. You look to me for help and I only grin. you look overdue with twins. Your body completely dominated by pregnancy. A swollen ripe earth mother who is unbearably heavy with children.
“You said …. I wouldn’t get so big….” You whimper as you look towards me with pleading eyes, “Please help me….. I need help… we need to go to the hospital…”
I bring out the full-length mirror which used to be attached to the bathroom door. I want you to see yourself. Fresh hot tears spring forth when you see your new rounded and chubby face. The fat built up all around your once trim figure. Your dark and angry looking nipples which are openly leaking. Your shiny monstrous globe of a belly covered in stretch marks and veins. You want to look away before I force your fat thighs open. “Look” I demand. You see your thick fat pussy. No longer the cute little slit. You’ve made a mess of the sheets under your ample and now rotund ass. “what did you do to your fine little body?” I mock as I put the mirror down.
I knew the pill would only last for three weeks but the damage was already done. you might lose the belly and you might regain your shape but there would always be signs of what you did. The thought only excited me more. I drove my fingers in you and felt you struggle to lift your wider hips to get more purchase despite your pleas for me to stop. Your belly kept you pinned to the bed.
I realized that fucking you wasn’t what I really wanted. I wanted you to fully understand what life would be like this pregnant. Nothing would be easy. You would be a prisoner in a body that was completely foreign to you. At the mercy of your hormones and physical demands. You had zero control over what you were now. I knew what tops and skirts you liked best. the ones you wore to show off your girlish figure. the sexy hips. the flat tummy. the perky full breasts. I went to your closet and started pulling items. “I need help” You said softly in between the sobs.
“No” I say, “You need to try these on”
You wanted to resist at first until I noticed those full thighs rubbing against each other again. You didn’t know what you truly wanted. To find help. to be soothed. to be loved. To be pretty and thin again. to be fucked senseless. Your body was sending was you a 1,000 mixed messages that you couldn’t sort through. It was all too much. I wanted to watch you realize your new reality. I wanted to savor the moment. So, I tempted the part of you I knew you needed most. “Don’t you want to be pretty?” I said as I brought my fingers to you again. “Don’t you want to show off that fine figure of yours?”
“Stop…..I’m so heavy and …and ” You began. I knew you were seconds away from sobbing. “Here, let’s try on this skirt” I said helping you to lift yourself into a tight black number that you had used on me when we first met. I had to help you lift your cumbersome to try and get it on as you groaned and let out little hitching sounds.
The skirt didn’t make it past your thighs.
I feigned surprise.
“Oh no….. I think you’re just a little too pregnant.” I said.
The dam burst again and you started to weep.
“You’re glowing” I purred
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Dear lizard person enthusiast, what are your thoughts on the different tail types? For a while now I’ve head canon-ed that the ones with spikes on the end can swing them around like some kind of weapon
Hello, hi yes! Tis me, THE enjoyer of FFXIV's giant lizars!
I do actually have a few thoughts on Au Ri tails! I do so very enjoy their anatomy and thinking about specific behaviors they may have.
Speaking about in-game speculation, I don't think Au Ri have much use for their tails other than perhaps body language and maybe some balance assistance. They just seem too short to use as practical weapons even at the longest setting. That's not to say they can't attack or defend themselves with them at all, though! I don't doubt that, in a pinch, an Au Ra might use their tail as a last resort. Especially since it seems like Xaela in particular engage in a lot of hand to hand combat (from a few npcs I've seen).
The ones with the thinner, spikey tails I think could use them like an iguana does. Not like a mace or a club, but more like a sharp whip. Those ridges can slice you up pretty good!!
The thicker, meatier tails could probably be used the same way, but would be more like how an alligator thwacks you if you try to sneak up on it from behind. Wouldn't cut through the skin, but it'd definitely leave a pretty sizeable bruise.
Behaviorally, I like to believe Au Ri tails are primarily used as mood indicators. Not really like a dog, but more like... well... lizards. Specifically, when an Au Ra is angry, stressed, or spooked, I like to think their tails would be doing the angry gecko wag. Bowing the head forward to point their horns at the enemy, hunched over ready to strike, tail slowly waving behind them- makes for a pretty intimidating threat display!
I HC that Au Ra do a lot of posturing and intimidation (cough cough I.E. Magnai cough) towards each other before doing any kind of fight or physical confrontation. Maybe bigger, spikier tails give the advantage, lol.
Maybe some of the thinner tails have loose scales that rattle? Maybe the thicker tails have plates that "puff" out when angry to look bigger? The possibilities are endless!
Anyway, that's my ramble in lizar tails for now! I'll probably talk about them again at some point, teehee.
#ffxiv#ff14#final fantasy xiv#au ra#rambling#tysm for the ask!! i love rambling lol#holds au ra in my hand#i just think theyre neat
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would you ever consider bear hybrid!hopper x bunny hybrid!reader? i feel like he’d be such a good protector because she’s just so small! and they’re like the perfect dynamic between grumpy and bubbly
cw: hybrid au with bear hybrid!hopper and bunny hybrid!reader. don't like don't read, or block the tag 'hybrid au' below. hybrid au faq
i want u 2 know that i saw this last night before going to sleep and i literally was awake for an hour just thinking about it. god there's so many delicious thoughts that this dynamic conjures up but first and foremost is, of course, as mentioned, the size difference. i am by no means a small lady, i'm moderately tall and i've got some meat on my bones, but it doesn't. matter. no matter what size or shape you are, bear hybrid!hopper is bigger. meatier. skjgsdfjaaejfarrrrrrrr i want to rip him apart and absolutely devour him he's so =sgpojoad
first off, we're gonna acknowledge that bear hybrid!hopper snores like a helicopter. the man has a very good relationship with sleep, but your poor bunny ears are not happy to have an engine right beside you. you reach over and snuggle your face under his chin so that he shuts his mouth, but then he rolls over on top of you in his sleep and you're crushed </3
i'm thinking about him purposefully teasing you just to hear you thump your feet in annoyance. you're so frustrated that you just have to kick something and then you see a little smile flit over his face and he snorts and you're like hey!
anytime you walk in public he leads you. you're always holding his hand, and he uses it to maneuver you away from the street and away from any potentially upsetting or dangerous passersby.
he adores it when you rub your chin on him :') sometimes you do it more subtly than others, but whenever he feels the soft scrape of your chin against his chest or his shoulder or his hand he melts :') he just thinks in general that he's a pretty big scary guy, so he knows he's gotta be doing something right if a sweetheart like you can love him like that :')
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So I've been reading opinions here and there about why there's differences in 2 shipping name for satosugu and why it seems pretty clearcut and important for this fandom and then saw your post saying the eastern fandom seems to lean more goge while western is more gego. I've read that the purpose is usually to define/tag who top/bottom if it's nsfw works and if it's not nsfw then it's to depict the dynamic (which perspectives about said dynamic vary from one fan to another). I'd even seen opinions that pointed out Mappa is prolly pushing more gego than goge just because they made Gojo lankier and prettier like ?? I'm not trying to start anything here because it all comes down to personal preferences and everyone is entitled to their opinions but to me that sounds quite traditional? Typical? Man...as someone who came from the west side then I'd say the eastern side got nicer taste! I like the top to be lankier, have pretty eyelashes, cheerful, and more childish lol. Not to mention buff, meatier bottom who is tall, dark, handsome, speaks less and has more mature personality of the two is all in the rage nowadays (more and more famous BL works recently are featuring those dynamics more). It's a bit of a bummer for me since satosugu is something we can experience fully through fanworks and as someone who only knows English, there are indeed more works for gego in English (at least from what I've seen by filtering tags for fanfics). So I really appreciate goge artists like you who made it available in English 🙏. I shud hurry up and make pixiv acc even though I would solely depend on AI translator to understand the fanfics and doujinshis there 😂
Yes I mean, I feel mappa satisfy both sides like in last episode (was the drool really needed?!?? That was made for us 😭). Even if they indeed made gojo a lanky teen I mean he kinda is in the manga too hahaa even if I like to give them both a nice built it doesn't bother me much. I do appreciate they dud make now adult Gojo look a big bigger on the shoulders specially so I just hope they deliver good post sealing Gojo when he gets out 🥹 cause that gojo is my fav version of him now.
I do still think stsg could be very versatile and it works for everyone's taste I'm just very leaning into goge now to ever go back haha but I can understand why people enjoy they other way too.
Also yes! Please pixiv has a los of logs and doujins from amazing artist and any translator will help you enjoy them and even without one it's pretty enjoyable just admiring the art in general 🥹 truly recommend you try it! And also thank you for liking my art!! 🥹🫶🏻 Happy to be here pushing the goge agenda hehe
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Review: Cult of Chucky (2017)
Cult of Chucky (2017)
Rated R for strong horror violence, grisly images, language, brief sexuality and drug use (unrated version reviewed)
<Originally posted at https://kevinsreviewcatalogue.blogspot.com/2023/08/review-cult-of-chucky-2017.html>
Score: 3 out of 5
Not counting the 2019 remake, Cult of Chucky is the last feature film in the Child's Play franchise, and a film that, above all else, demonstrates that at this point Don Mancini was already envisioning its future as being on television. A lot of its biggest problems feel like they stem from it being overstuffed with plots and subplots, the kind of thing you'd throw into a television story to bring up the runtime to something you can justify spending several episodes on, and it ultimately ends in such a manner as to indicate that they did not intend for this to be the end, not by a long shot. And indeed, television is where this franchise ultimately wound up, with the TV show Chucky premiering four years later and by all accounts doing the franchise some real justice. Above all else, this movie, for better or worse, feels like Mancini setting the table for where he ultimately wanted to take the franchise, less a full story in its own right than a setup for a bigger, meatier adventure to come.
That's not to say that this is a bad movie, though. For as many problems as it has in the storytelling department and as much as it feels more like a two-part season premiere than a feature film, it still feels like a pretty damn good two-part season premiere. Chucky gets some of his old sense of humor back (just read the tagline on the poster) but is still a scary villain above all else, the psychiatric hospital setting was very well-utilized and avoided a lot of the unfortunate pitfalls that you normally see in horror movies of this sort, and while the supporting cast was a mixed bag, I still enjoyed Fiona Dourif's performance as Nica, especially towards the end of the film. Word of warning, though, it's also a movie that relies heavily on franchise lore. If Curse of Chucky was made to appeal to both longtime fans and complete newcomers, then this movie leans far more on the former to the point of being pretty inaccessible if you haven't seen any other films. If nothing else, I recommend at least watching Curse first, largely because this movie follows on directly from its ending. (So, spoiler warning.) Overall, if you liked Curse, then I can see you enjoying this movie too, though I wouldn't recommend it if you're completely new to the series.
We start the film with... well, here's the big problem I alluded to earlier. We really have three separate plots, with one of them getting more screen time than the others but all of them competing for attention and not really coming together until the very end. The first and most important concerns Nica Pierce, who's been institutionalized after Chucky framed her for the events of the last movie. After five years of punishing electroshock therapy to convince her that she did, in fact, have a psychotic break and kill her family out of jealousy of her sister, Nica is moved to the medium-security Harrogate facility under the care of Dr. Foley alongside a group of other patients: a man named Malcolm with split personalities (some of them celebrities like Michael Phelps and Mark Zuckerberg), an old lady named Angela who thinks she's a ghost, a woman named Claire who burned down her house, and a mother named Madeleine who killed her infant son. But the actual first scene brings us back to Andy Barclay, the protagonist of the first three movies, now an adult who the last film's post-credits scene revealed was still alive and had been awaiting Chucky's return for years. On top of that, we also have Tiffany Valentine, who put her soul into Jennifer Tilly's body at the end of Seed of Chucky and is now working with Chucky towards some nefarious goal.
While Nica's story is central, Andy is treated as a secondary protagonist, and one whose scenes rarely intersect with Nica's or seem to leave much impact on her. While I was pleasantly surprised with Alex Vincent's performance as Andy given how long he'd been retired from acting before this, his entire character felt like it could've been cut from the movie with minimal changes, like Mancini was setting him up to have a greater role in the follow-up he was working on but didn't really do much to integrate that with the story itself. Only at the very end does he ever interact with Nica, after Nica's story is finished. A more interesting direction might have been for Andy, who we see has been keeping track of Chucky for all these years and at one point tried to prove Nica's innocence by showing Chucky to Dr. Foley (he dismissed it as creative animatronics), to get in contact with Nica before and during the events of the film, letting her know that he's the only one who believes that she's not insane and that there really is a killer doll on the loose. This would've given him more to do over the course of the film rather than spend most of it at his house, and having them know each other would've added more weight to what is, in this movie, their only scene together. Instead, the two of them are kept apart for far too long, producing a story that constantly shifts gears and pulls me out.
Fortunately, the meat of Nica's story was still good enough for me to enjoy. Mancini gets a lot of mileage out of the hospital setting, portrayed as a landscape of creepy, ascetic white hallways that makes me wonder if he ever had a bad experience in an Apple store. More importantly, he avoided taking the easy route with the other patients and presenting them as threatening forces in their own right, an all-too-common depiction that plays into some very unfortunate stereotypes of mental illness. Even though it's made clear that Harrogate is a psychiatric hospital for the criminally insane, meaning that its patients each did something bad to get sent there, they are presented as human beings first, whether it's Claire distrusting Nica for having (allegedly) done far worse than she did, Madeleine's repressed feelings of guilt over her crime leaving her easily manipulated by Chucky, Angela finding a way to piss Chucky off when they first meet, or Malcolm finding himself vulnerable to attack because he doesn't know if he can trust his own senses when he encounters Chucky. Mancini felt interested in developing these people as actual characters, not caricatures of mental illness, and it meant that I actually cared about them when Chucky started going after them. Madeleine especially was one of my favorite characters for the dark directions her story ultimately went.
The kills are exactly as over-the-top as you'd expect from a movie that proudly flashes the word "Unrated" on its DVD cover, with highlights including a decapitation and somebody's throat getting ripped out alongside the usual stabbings. Brad Dourif's portrayal of Chucky, meanwhile, brings back some of the sense of humor he had in the past without making this an outright horror-comedy. His argument with Angela early on made it clear that this wasn't the deathly serious Chucky of Curse, but the insult comic who frequently mocked and taunted his victims, complete with some outright one-liners as he scores his most brutal kills. There's one scene late in the film where we're finally introduced to the titular "cult" that I'd hate to spoil, but may just be one of the single funniest Chucky moments in the entire franchise (and one that makes me give some well-earned props to the animatronic work). Mancini also likes to indulge in a lot of flair behind the camera, much of it influenced by a love of '70s giallo, and while it can be distracting at some points, it otherwise made this film feel lively, especially when paired with the austere environments the film takes place in. Again, this was a movie that felt like it had a bigger budget than it actually did.
The Bottom Line
Cult of Chucky is a movie for the fans, for better and for worse. If you're not already invested in the series, you'll probably enjoy the main slasher plot but find yourself scratching your head at some moments. If you're a fan, however, you'll get a huge kick out of all the callbacks and Easter eggs this film has to offer, and eager to see what the series does next. (TV, here we go!)
#chucky#child's play#cult of chucky#2017#2017 movies#horror#horror movies#supernatural horror#slasher#slasher movies#alex vincent#jennifer tilly#brad dourif#fiona dourif
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HARUCHIYO SANZU KINKS
Warnings: f!reader, sexual themes, mature language, unprotected sex, consensual cuckolding, consensual non-con, overstimulation, use of sex toys, office sex, sound kink, roleplay, hints of gun play, degradation, and use of pet names. Minors do not interact.
Note: for my bby aly @sanzuchi💕 i hope this cheers u up
ROLEPLAY
Sanzu Haruchiyo wished he had his phone with him right now to record the glorious view in front of him. How could he easily forget that tonight you were gonna treat him to a little show? Of course, he wasn’t gonna stop you from bouncing on his thick cock, tits pressed against his face, rubbing his cheeks, to grab his gadget sitting by his pants discarded to the floor along with the plastic stethoscope you had as a prop. Playing as a sexy doctor threw him off when he entered the bedroom, bones exhausted from executing traitors of Bonten quickly amended themselves at the sight of you—black lace lingerie and stockings underneath the white coat. Coaxing him to come closer so you could administer a quick check-up that ended up with you sucking on his dick. Ruby red lips parting on his red tip, slowly inching your way down and feel him throb around your mouth.
It was truly a scene straight out of an erotic video and one Haruchiyo would completely rewatch if only he had the initiative to film this. Yet, even if he could, his azure pupils would be far too busy drinking up your form quivering above him, whimpering while questioning your supposed patient for the night about his well-being. Hands busy cupping your breasts free from the bra, squeezing and pinching the perk nipples. Only the lab coat was left on you.
“I-Is the treatment working, Mr. Sanzu? Ah, I pride myself in knowing what m-my patient needs, you see.”
“Doc, I think my dick still needs more of a squeezin’. I’ll probably feel a lot better if you let me cum inside your pretty pussy.”
CUCKOLDING
Screaming into the soft pillow soiled with your mascara, tears and drool, the huge cock drilling into your fluttering damp hole was too much to take. This was your sixth orgasm pulled from you, and you swore you couldn't even remember your own name. Rindou was far bigger, meatier, than your boyfriend. Bullying its way into your tight walls that was housing his throbbing shaft. Mind hazy at the absolute bliss, you almost failed to recall that Haruchiyo was in the same room, watching from the couch to see if Rindou was as good as the rumors set him out to be. And really, he wanted to see too if the younger Haitani could please your greedy pussy that was always aching to be wrapped around your boyfriend's cock.
“Shit, this cunt won't stop clenchin’ around me.” Rindou groaned, setting on a new pace that had you whimpering, fisting the sheet around you as if to hold onto yourself unless you get lost in the euphoric high Rindou’s cock was gracious to give. “She's like a cheap whore! Where did ‘ya find such a good pussy, huh?”
“A great magician never tell his tricks, Haitani. And even if I do tell you, my girl’s pussy is one of a kind.” Hand rubbing his leaking tip, Haruchiyo then sneered at Rindou. “So, I suggest you keep fucking her ‘til she's dumb ‘cause this will be the first and last time you ever will. Just remember, don’t cum inside her.”
SOUND KINK
The gun clicking loudly against his ear was close to nonexistent. The tip still drenched with your spit, having been lodged into your mouth seconds ago while you were kneeling on the floor. Glossy eyes silently begging for him to fuck you or at least use your throat like one of his pocket pussies. Haruchiyo would have to admit though, that no matter how many bullets he placed into people’s skulls and how addicting it was to listen to them scream, his hearing skills have never failed to pick up the slightest whine that escapes your lips when he rubbed your clothed clit with his shoe. The sound shot up his spine and to his nerves, creating a tingling sensation that had his cock twitching under his pants.
The buzzing of the pink egg-shaped vibrator pulled his gaze from your teary eyes, down at your panties soaked with your arousal. The toy he placed inside your pussy hard at work. According to him, you had to be a quiet beauty for you to be able to cum. Yet, Haruchiyo was making it hard for you to stay silent. Hard enough that you were close to calling it quits and just mewl aloud, letting the other members of Bonten know in the room next door that you just came on your underwear.
“Be a good slut and stay quiet, okay? You don’t wanna anger Mikey, do ‘ya? Don't wanna let them hear you cry out like a bitch in heat, yeah?”
CONSENSUAL NONCONSENT
Mourning at your Versace dress now resembling shredded paper by the fax machine, you sobbed into the mahogany desk that was damp with your tears as Haruchiyo ripped your panties off like it was band-aid. At the sight of your plush ass revealed to him like a gift for Christmas, a yelp escaped your lips when he spanked it, jiggling at the action. And soon, Haruchiyo entered your pussy without warning, moaning into the air unashamedly as his cock splits your folds in half. It stung a little, eliciting another sob from your lips that Haruchiyo was quick to scold you for by thrusting into you abruptly.
“Shut it, bitch. Cocksleeves are not supposed to be cowards especially towards cock!” He hissed, resuming his hips pistoning against yours. Papers were scattered around the floor and the desk underneath you was creaking like a squeaky floorboard while Bonten’s number two rammed his cock into your tight warm walls, cumming after a few seconds yet never ceased his onslaught. A whine bubbled out of your throat at the thick milky semen mixed with your slick running down your thighs and onto the floor, some staining your boyfriend’s paperwork. But Haruchiyo didn’t care.
Tonight, he'd rather paint your gummy walls purely white again and again than to do sign those papers. Would rather fuck you stupid, creaming around him, and have you slightly regretting that you offered him the chance to than to finish his work.
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not an idea but.. could u write something for attachment jk OR late fee pls ? ☹️
Jungkook’s shuffling through the contents of his closet floor when you drop by, sifting through the hamper full of clean clothes he keeps forgetting to fold for his latest lost copy of Junie B. Jones. Coming up behind him, you take note of the extra fluff to his curls, hand reaching up to gently card your fingers through the chocolate tresses. The touch startles Jungkook, makes him whirl around with wide eyes to face his unexpected guest. “Oh, it’s you,” he says, and the saucer-like appearance of his eyes is replaced with a low-lidded, dreamier gaze as he takes your hand in his, lips to your knuckles.
“Just me,” you hum, ducking forward to press a peck against his forehead. He leans into the touch, nearly falls face first into the carpet as he chases after it. “No luck? Maybe you did leave it in the library.” In which case, Namjoon’s probably found it and mixed it up with the thousands of other books there without bothering to see if it was checked out or not. You don’t tell Jungkook that, bending down to his height instead. He’s got some nasty under eye circles, the direct result of his last few weeks of the semester. Combined with the fact he’s moving out of his campus apartment soon, Jungkook’s stressed beyond belief.
When you plop down, dead set on folding his laundry for him, you’re met with that head of soft curls against your shoulder, the strands tickling your cheek as Jungkook all but melts into your side. “But if I actually lost it, it’s a twelve dollar fee to replace,” he frowns, turning to rub his forehead against the cotton knit of your pullover. You don’t even have the heart to warn him about breaking out; Jungkook has, like, maybe thirty dollars total in his account right now. “Help meee.”
You roll your eyes. “That’s what I’m trying to do,” you snort, nudging him off your shoulder. He’s gotten even bigger and meatier than when you first met. Ever since he discovered weightlifting and started targeting specific muscle groups to enhance his godly appearance, he’s become a true threat to society. You reach for the first rumpled shirt in the pile. “I’ll cover it.”
He snatches the shirt away, leveling you with a tired frown. “No,” he sighs, “that’s lame. Making my girlfriend pay for my Junie B. Jones book? They’ll never let me live it down.”
‘They’ being his group of greasy friends, all of which hail Jungkook as the Coolest Man on Earth. Which he is, but you fear admitting as much will only fuel that high school-esque fantasy of his in which he’s the cool jock on campus and you’re the nerdy shy girl who takes her glasses off and suddenly becomes hot. Youre far from fitting that character type, but you know Jungkook practically feeds off that fantasy— “we can roleplay it,” he beams, kissing along your shoulders, “and then you can give a really sick speech about being your true self or whatever in the end” —so you’re in charge of keeping a lid on it for now. Anyway. ‘They’ can’t know you’re going to pay for Jungkook’s lost Junie B. Jones book.
You fall into a rhythm, picking articles of clothing off the pile until you’ve got a couple neat stacks of fresh clothes laid out before you. “It’s twelve dollars,” you point out, moving his underwear pile to the side. When you first started dating, just seeing his underwear band against his waist was enough to turn you into a blushing, stammering idiot. These days, seeing Jungkook’s underwear selection is as normal as seeing the handful of Funko Pop dolls above his desk— that is to say, you can’t step into his room without seeing them.
“Twelve dollars is at least two drinks at Starbucks,” he retorts, and eventually gives up on your clothes folding mission, leaving the last few items up to you. He flops down on the floor, big, muscular thighs all spread out and juicy. He looks good and strong. Like he could hold you against the shower wall and completely rearrange your guts. You can’t believe he’s spent the last two weeks reading that godawful children’s series.
“Yeah, well,” you manage, biting down on the raging urge to straddle his bulging thighs and ride him into tomorrow. Jungkook wouldn’t mind it— he would love it, actually —but he’s still a little mopey, so you let your fantasy go in favor of comforting him some more. “I’ll check the library for you. Maybe you left it in your corner.” The one where he frequently lures you into for a quick fuck after closing. “Don’t trip, chocolate chip.”
A tiny peal of laughter. He rolls onto his side, wraps his arms around as much of your waist as he can from his awkward angle. “I’m your chocolate chip,” he sighs, cuddling closer. His foot knocks over the t-shirt pile. Boo. “I’m gonna steal that.” And then, “chocolate chip,” he purrs. It’s so not sexy. But the hard-on beneath his shorts is.
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Time for Change
For once, Minerva’s monotonous lifestyle was beginning to change. At least waking up felt different these days. She felt more sluggish and her movements seemed slightly heavier and clumsier. When she sat up on her mattress, she could feel a round orb falling on her lap, and her pajamas were snugger than they were when she bought them months ago. The baggy t-shirt rolling up her abdomen when she stretched her wobblier arms and the comfy shorts not needing to be knotted in order to stop them from sliding down her hips now that they clung onto them was prove enough of that.
Still under the influence of sleep, the tired gal headed to the bathroom, tiredly washing her face with cold water. After she dried her face, she realized that a stranger was staring back at her in the mirror. The change would be barely noticeable for any other person, but it was all Minerva could focus on. Rounder cheeks, puffier lips, and a tiny amount of fat that had accumulated under her chin. Looking down at herself, she discovered it was the same all over her body. Her arms had more skin to pinch, her belly lazily rolled over the border of her shorts, and the meatier inner sides of thighs were constantly brushing against each other. To her shock, the scale showed a bigger number than usual. 152.
Her family was right. She was gaining weight and the transformation was happening fast. It was time to act against it.
Step one: A balanced diet. A toasted ham and scrambled egg sandwich, some sliced tomatoes and cucumbers, and a glass of orange juice was enough fuel to start the day and to last until the afternoon. Best of all, it was a healthy meal. Each bite felt good. The food was tasty and, in the long term, it would have a beneficial effect on her steadily growing waistline as long as she continued measuring her portions and keeping a nutritious diet. So why was it that the rumbles emitted by her tummy weren’t those of satisfaction but those of hunger? To ease her agitated belly, she drank another glass of orange juice and added a granola bar, some chips, and half of a chocolate bar to her meal… Her diet had gone up the drain quite quickly.
Step two: Exercising. Minerva knew the gym membership she had bought at the beginning of the year would come in handy at some point. Thirty minutes of jogging on the treadmill or of cycling at the stationary bikes every day would put her in shape in no time. By no chance was she the heaviest woman in there, but she could feel the eyes of every other person at the gym on her. After all, she was the new girl at the place. Still, the stares made her uncomfortable. What if they were judging her size? What if they were laughing at how her sports bra was digging into her developing back rolls, or at how her pot belly curved over her yoga pants? What if they thought she was an unfit, fat cow? The last one was probably true, considering she was already winded after jogging for five minutes and she had to lower the machine’s speed. At the ten-minute mark, she stopped. Maybe thirty minutes of exercise a day was an excessively ambitious goal…
Step three: Tell yourself you’ve done enough for the day and make up excuses to actually take action against your weight gain the next day. Step four: Repeat step three every day after doing the bare minimum to lose weight. Step five: Wonder why the number on the scale keeps going up until it shows 175. The truth was that, as worried as she may have felt about putting on the pounds, Minerva wasn’t willing to do what was necessary to lose it. She loved snacks too much and needed to maintain a secret blog. She also hated exercise and would rather use her free time for doing anything else. Finally, ever since she discovered she didn’t have to worry about putting effort into her work because she would never be fired, the techie became an expert procrastinator, so she could always find time to deal with the weight later. Plus, the slowing metabolism of a woman that’s getting close to her thirties and the sedentary nature of a desk job, weren’t helping her case.
The monotony of her life wasn’t changing at all. Her figure, however, would be seeing lots of changes in the upcoming future…
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Proof of Fusion (Part 2)
After a prompt knock at his apartment door, Mr Reigner opened up to see none other than one of the college boys from next door. “Hey what up Jacob.”
“Nothing much Mr Reigner. I was just wondering if I could come inside to talk to you about something.”
“Of course, come in. It’s my day off so I’ve got as much time as you need.” The man said with a kind smile. “And call me Mike. Mr Reigner makes me sound old.”
Jacob almost began to feel bad about this as he entered the apartment. Mike was such a nice guy…but that didn’t change the fact that he looked like a total dilf. And so Jacob walked through to the living room before seating himself on the couch, soon accompanied by Mike.
“So, what’s it you wanted to talk about?” Mike queried
“Well…I recently lost my job and I was wondering if could help me look for a new job.” The first half wasn’t even a lie. Jacob had actually lost his job as a cashier at one of the local stores due to multiple accounts of absence and lateness throughout last couple weeks. Of course this was due to Jacob not being able to resist using his newfound power on hot dudes whenever he got the chance then completely losing track of time. Could you really blame him though?
Upon hearing that news Mike, the sweet guy that he was, jumped at the chance to help out his neighbour. He said he’d make them both a cup of coffee then they could start discussing what Jacob wants to do and start looking online etc. Being a carpenter himself Mike mentioned that he may even be able to get an apprenticeship in carpentry for Jacob if that’d be some he was interested in. And with that the older man headed off into the kitchen to make those coffee’s he promised.
After that Jacob decided he’d better get this done now before he loses his nerve. He waited about a minute or so before hopping up from the couch and sneaking over into the kitchen. He saw Mike stood by countertop with two cups as he began filling the coffee pot.
The young and very horny college boy couldn’t help but silently stare at his neighbour’s butt pressed tightly against the welling fitting shorts he wore. Just looking at it was giving him a boner. He wanted it so badly in more ways than one. He still felt a little guilty but…‘Oh to hell with it!’ Jacob thought letting his hormones takeover as he almost jumped at Mike, wrapping his arms around the other man.
“Jacob! What ar-r-r-r-o-o-o-o-oooooo!” Mike’s words swiftly devolved into a groan as he felt his body tense up, not being able to move as 20 year old held him tightly. Mike was only just able to tilt his head down enough to see the impossible happen with Jacob’s hands and arms phasing through his shirt and into his body. The college boy hugged his neighbour as tightly as possible, trying to push his body inside as quickly as possible. After doing it a fair few times by now the merging process had become quite pleasure for Jacob. It was written all over his face with a dumb smile as his chest and stomach phased through the clothes and entered Mike’s back. He couldn’t help himself as he thrust his hips forwards, smashing his crotch into the bigger man’s ass causing them both to groan out while Jacob’s cock, balls and pelvis sunk into Mike’s ass. His head was already about half way in by this point as he pressed his legs against his neighbour bigger, meatier ones. Mike’s eyes rolled back as Jacob’s entire being sucked itself inside his flesh, the college boys clothes falling to the ground.
Mike’s, or rather now Jacob’s, eyes fluttered for a moment before finally focusing as he settled inside his new mature body. Without hesitation he stripped off the shirt, throwing it to the floor before running his hands along the dense forest of fur covering his new chest and stomach.
“Damn this feels incredible! So fuckin’ hairy!” Out of all the men he’d merged with so far, Mike was by far the hairiest and he absolutely adored it. Not to mention the awesome beard. He felt like such a man, it was hard to explain. Sure he’d merged with bodies that had bigger chests and bigger biceps but this was just a whole other experience. So far Jacob had only been using jocks in their 20s whereas Mike’s mature 36 year old body was truly something else.
As his hands continued to run across that new furry torso and rub through his beard, Jacob’s new cock was quickly beginning to chub up. Not being able to resist the tent he’d made in Mike’s shorts, Jacob pulled back the waistband and the briefs he was wearing. He wasn’t disappointed as he was greeted by thick, uncut cock that must’ve been about 7 inches or so. Reaching inside, he couldn’t help but give the pulsing rod a few strokes, sending waves of joy throughout his dilf body.
That’s when he noticed Mike’s phone sitting on the counter top and remembered what he’d said to his roommate Danny. Digging up the courage to tuck his hard cock away, Jacob grabbed the phone and unlocked it with Face ID before heading directly to the selfie camera.
“Fuuuck…I’m such a hot daddy now.” He muttered, even the sound of Mike’s voice coming out of his mouth making his cock buck. Once he’d finished admiring his handsome yet stolen face, he held out the phone and started taking a few photos and then selecting out his favourite. Jacob went over to contacts before tying in Danny’s number and sending him message with the selfie.
“Believe me now, boy?”
Danny saw the message and picture moments after but it took him a minute to respond.
“Mr Reigner? What are you talking about?”
Jacob rolled his eyes.
“No it’s Jacob silly.” The first word that came to mind was actually idiot but…he didn’t wanna sound mean. Guess that was Mike’s personality slipping through.
“I told ya I could fuse with people.”
Once again Danny saw the message but took a little while to respond.
“No no no this is a prank. You and Jacob are pranking me. People can’t just fuse or merge with other people. That’s all stupid sci-fi shit.”
“Fine. If you still don’t believe I’ll just have to prove it in person then. I’ll be over in 2 minutes.”
With that Jacob set down the phone before heading out of Mikes apartment in nothing but his blue shorts and trainers. Walking down the apartment complex hallway, he saw one of the other neighbours Mr Davis who Mike was good friends with. He couldn’t help but give the man a kind smile and say hello as Mike would. Mr Davis gave him an odd look likely due to his bare chested ness but gave a friendly hello back regardless.
Danny’s heart jumped when he heard a knock at the door. After getting those messages, and especially that photo, from Mr Reigner he didn’t know what to think. There was no way Jacob had actually done what he said right? Merging? There was no way…
He jumped up from to couch and trotted over to the door, hesitating for a moment before pushing down the handle. Pulling open the door, he saw none other than the man he’d had countless wet dreams about now standing shirtless before him with a devious smirk.
“Believe me yet?”
“J-Jacob? Is that really…you?” Danny still didn’t quite believe it but at the same time he was sure Mr Reigner wouldn't agree to go this far for a prank right?
Jacob gave Danny a soft smile as he leant down to his roommates level. There faces were mere inches away as they could feel each-overs breath. The hairy dad placed a gentle hand on Danny’s cheek before leaning in and sealing there lips with a soft kiss. Jacob’s beard feeling incredible as it rubbed against Danny’s skin. This moment was everything he’d ever wanted since he first laid eyes on Mr Reigner. Those ten seconds felt as though they lasted an eternity until the older man pulled away. Danny almost melted as he looked deeply into those kind, soft brown eyes
“Would the real Mr Reigner do that? Of course it’s me!” Jacob laughed.
He was right. The real Mr Reigner was straight and that kiss felt way too real for it to be part of a joke still. That proved it, this was real deal. With that Danny offered the man inside, closing the door behind them. They sat down in the living room as Jacob re-explained his powers to Danny although this time around he had a far more open mind about it.
“Sooo um…what do I call you now? Jacob or Mr Reigner?”
“Oh just call me Mike. I hardly look like Jacob anymore and saying Mr Reigner makes me sound old.” Jacob said just like Mike had to him earlier.
“Well then Mike…” Danny began as he stood back up. “How’s about I help you break that new body of yours in a little.” He outstretched an arm to Jacob, pulling him up from his chair.
“I’d say that sounds like a wonderful idea.” Jacob leaned in for another kiss, this one far deeper than the last one as he felt Danny’s hands start to explore his hairy chest, squeezing his pecs as if he’d waited his whole life for it. “You know I got a good feel for my new dick earlier. I think you’re gonna love it boy. Nice and thick. Full of cum just for you.” He stated, trying to play into a more daddy-like persona as he glanced down at the growing hard on in his shorts.
Danny reached down and grasped Jacob’s cock through the fabric, earning a grunt from the man. “Holy fuck…that thing is huge!” He stated, giving Jacob a rush of pride. However Danny’s other hand felt down the ridges of his back until he reached the waistband of the blue shorts. “However I was wondering…” His hand pushed down past the waistband into the shorts, causing Jacob grunt again as he squeezed one of those hairy globes. “…If I could take that furry bubble butt of yours out for a spin first?”
With a chuckle Jacob agreed before the two locked lips once again. They continued making out with a fiery passion while slowly making their way over to Danny’s bedroom, discarding pieces of clothing as they went. Danny wasted no time pushing Jacob down onto the bed, Mike’s furry ass presented in all its glory. After devouring that hairy hole for a good few minutes, he slipped his cock inside causing Jacob to cry out in pain and pleasure as Mike’s virgin dad hole was suddenly stretched by college boy cock. Luckily for him though Mike’s body seemed to be a natural when it came to anal as his ass adjusted to feeling rather quickly and before long he was groaning out in that deep baritone voice while Danny pumped in and out. It wasn’t long before Danny could feel himself getting close.
“Come on boy! Daddy wants you to breed his hole with that delicious cum!”
Hearing his hot neighbour say those words sent Danny over the edge. He couldn’t hold back any longer as his cock burst with cum inside the older man’s hairy ass. After they both looked at each-over, happy and exhausted as Danny pulled his cock from Jacob’s ass.
“Alright five minute break then it’s my turn to breed your ass!” Jacob stated with a grin.
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And so the rest of that afternoon was spent exactly how you’d imagine. The two taking turns fucking one another until they finally wore themselves out. Now they laid in bed, Danny snuggling his head against Jacob’s hairy chest.
“So how long to you think you’re gonna stay as Mike?”
“I haven’t really decided yet…the longest I’ve stayed in a guy was just over a day.”
“…”
“You want me to stay inside Mike don’t ya?”
“…Yeah.”
“Well…I suppose I could stay for awhile. And who knows if I like this body enough and it likes then I might even end up making it my permanent.”
Danny looked up at Jacob in surprise. “No way…would you actually consider doing that?” He asked, trying not to sound too excited.
Jacob looked down at his bigger, hairier body before rubbing a hand through his hair and beard. Mike’s body was everything he’d ever wished he could be and now he had it. Why not keep it? Of course it wouldn’t be easy with the sudden disappearance of his old body and what not but he was sure they’d get through it. Besides, being inside Mike just felt so good. His kind and loving nature was having an incredible effect on him.
With that the new Mike kissed Danny on the forehead as they went back to an evening full of cuddling.
Part 1: https://mrwavellswaps.tumblr.com/post/672658395269103616/proof-of-fusion-part-1
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Fairly Oddparents: Timmy’s Stages of Fatness
I’m looking at the stages of Timmy’s weight gain throughout ‘Just Desserts’. As said before, it’s not just the one look and size, it does change at two points - before and after he goes to school, so in between his first and second fat scenes.
Stage 1: This is his normal size, full of energy from eating a lot of sweets. Here he’s buzzing around as he stuffs his face, and is last seen like this bouncing on his bed. Then 28 days later... (Pic 1)
Stage 2: After nearly a month gorging on desserts, Timmy’s ballooned in twice his normal height and is three times wider. In some shots he has big full cheeks. At first when he’s on his bed, his shirt covers his belly fine, but once he’s up and waddling about, his stomach is exposed, navel and all. He’s rolled down the stairs, looking bigger when he bursts out of the house. (Pics 2-3)
Stage 3: Now here’s the real meat of Timmy’s fatness, so to speak. when he’s at school and he’s grown much larger, let’s say by half his Stage 2 size. His cheeks are always round and full now, coupled by the inclusion of a double chin and his head sinking into his immense body. While the shirt was shown in a smooth curve before, now the front rises up, giving it a wavy look and providing more swollen stomach to be exposed, in addition to strain lines underneath the arms. When sitting down, his body has a slight sloping look, being the same size as Cosmo and Wanda’s initial fat stage. Now he’s so bloated that he can’t even walk properly, as he gets exhausted standing up, and has to roll around to get anywhere. Sometimes when standing up he can on a slightly egg-shaped look, mostly seen at the very top, though more often than not he’s as round as a ball. This is his most consistent look, as it appears across three scenes back to back: the hallway, the classroom and the first time back home. (Pics 4-5)
Stage 4: This one’s iffy, but it’s in the scene where Timmy is with Mark, he’s returned to approximately his Stage 2 height but retains the double, full cheeks, sunken head and curved shirt as Stage 3. (Pic 6)
Stage 5: Once he gets back home, Timmy’s initially way larger when he enters, a huge mass of blubber that’s about the height and width of his fairy godparents, minus their meatier characteristics. He loses a perfect sense of roundness he had from his previous stages, that’s how enormous he’s gotten in these brief shots with him. It starts from when he breaks through the ceiling, then he lands on Wanda’s massive body. Then it goes back to Stage 3 when he feeds Wanda, until the moment where Wanda gets a recharge and sends him back, where he’s Stage 5 again. This is easily the largest he’s at. (Pics 7-8)
Stage 6: The last shot of Fat Timmy, basically his Stage 3 girth but it seems a little bit wider on the right-hand side of the belly to me. (Pic 9)
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Part 1 - Chapter 16.2: Fortune Teller
Summary: You’re running for your life when you cross paths with an ex-bounty hunter and his small, green companion. You never thought you’d find someone throughout the whole galaxy who was as lost as you.
Pairing: The Mandalorian/Din Djarin x Female Reader
Word Count: 5,407
Rating/Warnings: M for mature content. Swearing.
Chapter 16.1
[Part 2]
Note: (Slight AU) Here’s the second and last of the epilogue chapters! Next up, Part 2 of Lost and Found. I hope you enjoy, and thanks for reading! 💜🤍
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In your past, there had been days when you wondered if you’d make it to your twentieth birthday, let alone your twenty-seventh. And yet, here you were, eagerly following a Mandalorian warrior down into the hull of his ship, a green alien child giggling and bouncing in a satchel against your side, the three of you about to venture out into a strange planet to celebrate that very occasion. After everything you’d been through over the course of twenty terrible birthdays, the fact that you were experiencing pure, unadulterated happiness on such an occasion felt like a dream.
And it was all thanks to them. Your partner and his kid. The day itself didn’t matter. It was getting to spend it with them, the two people you cared about most in the entire galaxy, that made it the greatest birthday of your entire existence.
What more could you ask for?
“I have something for you,” Din said quietly, stopping just before the side ramp where you and the child were waiting patiently to disembark.
“Like a gift?” you asked, tossing him a cheeky grin.
Din huffed out that quiet chuckle of his at the familiar words and played along.
“Perhaps.”
He stepped towards his weapons locker, then halted for a moment and glanced back at you over his shoulder.
“Close your eyes,” he ordered. You did so, attempting and failing to keep your elated bouncing to a minimum. After a moment of quiet rummaging, you heard Din move back in your direction.
“Hold out your arm.”
You tilted your head a little, eyes still closed, brows bunching, and held out your right arm.
“Left,” he instructed. You made the correction.
Something cold pressed against your left forearm, encompassing it entirely. Whatever it was, it took Din a few seconds to secure before he finally told you to look. When you did, your mouth fell open and you found yourself at a complete loss for words.
The thing that now encased your left arm was a vambrace. It was very similar to the one he wore, buttons lining the belly of it, while the outside was a hard, silver shell.
“Not beskar, but it’ll do. Keep the shell on the outside to use as a shield in a fight, if you need one. The inside is set up with the same controls as mine for the Crest and the kid’s new pram. There’s room for more controls, which I’m sure you could find some uses for. But, all in all, it’ll help you avoid things like this-”
Din pointed a finger at the long scar running down your right arm, helping you understand his motivations.
“You made this?” you asked him, astonishment in your tone.
Din shrugged. “I know you’re more than capable of handling yourself if you need to. But I find myself… uncomfortable with your lack of armor.”
In other words, if you couldn’t wear Mandalorian armor like him, he’d find another way to make sure you were protected. Safe. And that spoke volumes to you. In your past life, Thasar had tried to bribe your love by giving you trinkets and pretty things. Meaningless things, without a trace of true love or thought behind them. But this...to give you something so practical, something made with your safety in mind, plus all the controls Din knew you’d enjoy messing with…
Gods, I love him.
You wanted nothing more in that moment than to whisk his helmet off and kiss him. But as you’d lamented many times now, intimate moments with Din were hard to come by. There were just too many problematic circumstances that prevented them. So instead, you lifted onto your toes and kissed the underside of his chin, right where you knew a scar to be, having spent the last weekend exploring every single one of them.
“It’s perfect, Din. Thank you.”
The rest of your birthday afternoon and evening was spent visiting the last place on your list of vacation destinations. As it turned out, this suggestion of yours triggered a memory in Din from his early childhood. One you both shared, apparently.
Going to a festival.
You’d always begged your parents to take you to one when you were younger, hearing about them from other kids your age. Evidently, so had Din. But that was before both your lives had shattered in their separate but similar ways.
Your parents had died when you were six, his when he was eight.
You felt a sense of melancholy, going to such an event without them. But your goal over the last four months had been to enjoy your freedom, and to experience all the things you had missed growing up. So you would regret not taking this opportunity to go. Especially on the last night of your respite before jumping back into yours and Din’s responsibilities; especially on your birthday.
The festival that Din was able to find was some kind of seasonal celebration, not too different from the summer events you heard about from other children on Earth. An overall celebration to kickoff the start of their warmer months. The point, though, was that it had vendors, games, food, rides, and seemingly endless entertainment.
It was perfect.
You started with food. Well, food for you and the child. The plan was to eat and shop, then make a trip back to the Crest to drop off purchases and give Din some privacy to eat something himself. The child thoroughly enjoyed the meatier options, nibbling on beef and squid skewers, while you indulged in sweeter, deep fried treats. Terrible for you, but how could you resist the opportunity? As you ate, the three of you perused the stalls, much like you did at Din’s favorite trading hubs.
The vendors mostly sold handcrafted knick-knacks and collectors items, nothing you really needed for dangerous space travel, but it was fun to window shop, and you did want to at least find a small souvenir to hold onto in order to remember this time in your life. There were a couple stalls run by craftsmen and armorers, in which you eagerly checked out, hoping to find more items to add to your growing collection of weapons. It was hard to justify spending credits on something, though, when you already had a blaster, a dagger, and now a vambrace, plus your pick from Din’s own collection.
Instead, you found a military-grade weapon cleaning kit. You purchased it while Din was examining a few blasters in the adjacent stall, and quickly stuffed it into the satchel under the child to keep him from seeing it. You wanted it to be a gift for his… well, you didn’t actually know when Din’s birthday was. You’d have to find out and hope that you hadn’t missed it in the last few months.
After a few more purchases, and a quick drop off and break back at the Razor Crest, your party returned to the festival as night began to fall and went in search of rides and games. The rides were where you lost Din. He merely stood by and watched as you and the child went from spinning in giant teacups to riding the kiddie train around the perimeter of the festivities. Din donned the satchel and kept watch over the child while you tried the rides that were a little less child-friendly. They were exhilarating and fun, of course, but you quickly realized that they were an experience you were alright with trying the one time, just to know you’d done it.
With some coaxing, Din participated more in the games, especially the marksmen ones. It didn’t matter that they were completely rigged. The vendors took one look at the imposing Mandalorian and knew they wouldn’t be conning the credits from this particular patron. In fact, a few of them bribed him with bigger prizes than what he’d initially won, just to stop him from playing any longer while people watched.
The child got a few new toys out of that.
Hours went by, more food was consumed, rides taken, games played, vendors visited, and street performers watched. While you and Din were not huge on the crowds of people, you could tell that he was enjoying himself just as much as you and the child were, even if he simply appeared to be a Mandalorian bodyguard following you around to anyone looking on. You knew it was Din here with you. The man, not the warrior.
Eventually, your energy started to flag, as well as the child’s. You could sense that Din was about to suggest calling it a night when you spotted something on the outskirts of the festival. You gasped excitedly and trotted in its direction as Din called after you, following. When you approached it, you could practically feel Din’s reservations behind you.
It was a small carriage, like the kind carried by horses in the old fairy tale books your mom used to read to you. Only, this was stationary on the side of the street, painted in deep reds, blues and golds, with soft tendrils of smoke seeping through the open back window. A large sign in front of it advertised tarot, dream, and palm reading.
A fortune teller.
“I’ve always wanted to try this sort of thing,” you gushed, turning back towards Din and gesturing at the carriage. Din’s helmet tilted, hidden gaze finding yours, body language screaming skepticism. You sighed.
“Yes, it’s most likely a complete hoax, but the point is that it’s fun.”
He said nothing.
“It’s about the-” you gestured vaguely with your hands. “-the vibe of it all. The experience.”
Still nothing.
“Okay, well you can keep standing there thinking it’s a complete waste of time, but I’m going to-”
The carriage’s door popped open then, and an elderly woman bundled up in a corset and wrapped in scarves stepped out, solidifying the stereotypical aesthetic of a medieval-looking fortune teller. She looked between you and Din before giving you a warm smile.
“Are you here for a reading?” she asked.
“Yes. Let me guess, you sensed that your next client was near.”
“No,” the woman stated, her no-nonsense tone making your smile falter. “I could hear you arguing through the open window. At first I thought you were arguing with yourself, but now I can see that it was simply a one-sided conversation.”
“Oh,” was all you said, deflating a little as Din snorted softly.
The woman gestured for you to step inside the carriage, and you quickly glanced back at Din, sticking your tongue out at him as you followed her inside. He shook his head, and leaned himself against a nearby stone wall, settling in.
The wagon’s interior looked exactly as you expected it too. An extravagant, colorful rug covered the floor, the middle of the space housing a low tea table surrounded by lounging pillows. The walls were lined with shelves, cluttered with dusty tomes, jars of various items, crystals, and candles. And you loved it! As you had tried to express to Din, visiting a fortune teller was about the entire experience, not just some stranger telling you that you’ll marry within the next five year, have three kids, and live a happy, comfortable life.
You sat on one of the pillows, eyes still taking in all the details of the wagon as you twisted the satchel around so that it and the child could sit comfortably in your lap.
“What kind of reading would you like, my dear?” the fortune teller asked as she joined you.
“I guess that depends on what you charge for each,” you admitted. She relayed her menu to you, and you decided that you could justify spending the money on a palm reading. You passed her the credits.
“Thank you,” she said, slipping them into a coin purse. “Now, all I want you to do is relax. Take in a long, deep breath, hold it for three seconds, then release it. Do that as many times as you need, and when you’re ready, hold out your dominant hand.”
You hesitated at her instructions, glancing between your right and left hands. The thought had never really occurred to you until now, but… you were right handed, unless you were using your power. It was involuntary, like a gut reaction, but you always used your left hand when you were trying to control that force.
Seeming to sense your conflict, the woman’s warm smile from earlier returned.
“How about the hand that’s been dominant the longest?”
You agreed, and performed her breathing exercise a few times before finally feeling more relaxed. When you were calm and collected, determined not to give the woman any obvious tells to use to her advantage, you held out your right hand for her to take.
The fortune teller leaned forward, bending over your palm, gingerly taking your hand in hers and-
She sucked in a sharp breath, dropping your hand and flinching back as if she’d been shocked by your skin. It wasn’t really an exaggerated reaction, and for a second, you wondered if it was an act, for dramatic effect. But then her eyes darted up to meet yours, and you knew she wasn’t trying to have you on. You read turmoil in her eyes. Turmoil and devastation.
“What’s wrong?” you asked slowly, not really sure you wanted to hear the answer. It took the woman a moment to compose herself, and when she did, her smile was now sad.
“I apologize, Y/N. The images of your past were very... overwhelming, and they took me by surprise. I shouldn’t have reacted like that.”
You stiffened, your entire body coiling, already kicking into flight mode.
“I didn’t tell you my name.”
“You didn’t tell me about the scars on your back either, but I know that they are there.”
This time it was your turn to flinch back. At that, the woman huffed, tilting her head and giving you a disbelieving look.
“Honestly my dear, you didn’t really walk into a fortune telling business with an understanding that other powers exist in this galaxy, thinking I couldn’t possibly have some psychic powers of my own, did you?”
Her demeanor helped you unclench, curiosity outweighing your instinct to run.
“I just thought that, with a shop like this, you’d be-”
“A complete and total con artist? Well girl, you can’t tell a good lie without throwing a little bit of the truth in there. You’re not wrong. I’m a very successful con woman. But that’s only because I can use what information comes to me naturally, and bullshit the rest.”
The honesty in her tone was evident, and also refreshing. You couldn’t help but chuckle at her admittance, but then a thought made you sober.
“Are your powers like mine, then? Like the child’s? We’re looking for-”
“I know,” she cut in. “ But I’m not what you’re looking for. I can only see and feel things, not move things with my mind or compel the weaker wills of others.”
You nodded, disappointed. But the chances that you’d find one of these “Jedi” before you’d even started looking were minimal at best. It was nice, however, meeting someone else with strange gifts; someone who had been able to find a way to use them without dark intent… even if it was to help her con people out of their money.
After a moment, the woman spoke again.
“I apologize again for seeing something I shouldn’t have. Sometimes, there are energies in a person that are louder than others, and at this time in your life, your past definitely seems louder than your future. But, I can tell that it’s something you don’t care to talk about. If you’d permit me to try again, there was a flash, a moment where your future was peeking through. I could focus on that, and at least give you your money’s worth for this reading.”
You were reluctant, knowing now that she could see things you rather her not see. But the damage was already done, and while you were uncomfortable, you still felt safe. You had your weapons, your powers, and your Mandalorian outside. Only moments ago, the idea of getting a reading from a hokey fortune teller was all fun and games. But now, there was the possibility that she could see something useful, something that could point you and Din in the right direction. Whether it be towards the Jedi, or Zekir, it didn’t matter. She was right. You wanted your money’s worth.
And so, you held out your hand for the woman to examine once again. She still cringed when she made initial contact, but it was very brief before her eyes fogged over with focus, her vision boring into your hand as if she could follow the path of every last nerve ending.
“I see curtains. Sheer, white curtains.”
You scrunched up your nose, perplexed.
“Curtains?”
The woman snorted. “Hey, I don’t get to choose what I see, honey. There’s a lot of interference, and what I can focus on at the moment is curtains.”
“Sorry,” you whispered, urging her to continue with your silence. When she did, her remarks were very disjointed, as if she was sifting through the loud mess of your past to see or sense the tiny tidbits of your future.
“A cabin. Warm, white and yellow colors. Home, simple, quaint. You’re joined by the presence of two others. Hard to accurately pinpoint, but I’ll use my bullshit guesswork here and say that they belong to this child in your lap and that armored fellow outside.”
You chuckled, holding back a smile.
“You’re very calm, grounded; I’d say you’re even at ease. Your past feels quieter, as a lightness fills you, exudes from your very skin. There’s simply too much to really focus on the details, but I can at least feel what you’re feeling, and it’s joyous.”
The woman tried for a few more minutes, but as she said, it was hard for her to focus on more than that. While it wasn’t the information you were hoping for, it wasn’t at all unwelcome information.
“Do you see things that are absolutely going to happen?”
The fortune teller smirked and shook her head. “Of course not. You of all people should know that the future is not set in stone. For a long time, you were convinced that you wouldn't make it to twenty. But here you are, happily celebrating your twenty-seventh birthday. I simply saw a strong possibility. But it could still change. You could wind up having purple curtains instead of white. I’ll warn you now that they would clash horribly with the aesthetic of that little cabin, but it’s a possibility nonetheless.”
You laughed and nodded. “Well, either way, thank you. That possible outcome sounds very pleasant, and I’m happy to know that it could truly happen someday.”
Just as you were about to stand to leave, the child in your lap squirmed, then reached out his own three-fingered hand, eyes trained on the fortune teller. She gave a hearty laugh, eyes dancing as she met his.
“You’d like a reading too, huh, little one? Very well. And since you’re so darling, this one’s on the house.”
The woman took the child’s hand in hers and told him that he’d have a hard but fulfilling journey, and that he’d live to be several hundred years old. You suspected that she was more the con artist in this moment, than the actual seer, until she winked at him and said he’d delightfully consume many frogs in his lifetime. That must have been the truth she used to fuel her lie.
When everything was all said and done, the woman followed you to the door, escorting you and the child out of her carriage. You beamed as Din glanced over from the wall he was holding up and met your gaze.
“Satisfied?” he asked.
“Very,” you quipped, eager to tell him back at the Razor Crest that the fortune teller was the real deal. However, before the two of you could start heading back, the woman called over, addressing Din.
“I’m going to insist that I perform a reading on you as well, young man.”
Din paused, glancing back in her direction. Young? The woman was a terrible fraud if she really thought “young man” was a fitting assumption. Granted, he wasn’t really that old, but “young man” sounded like something one would call a teenager, or a man your age.
Din kept the snark from his voice, though, when he replied. The entire charade may have been a scam, but your time with the fortune teller seemed to make you happy, so he’d at least concede that she’d helped you have a little fun on your birthday, and politely said, “No, thank you.”
“I strongly believe that you’ll regret the decision not to hear me out, Din Djarin.”
Din halted, and you gaped. You met his eye and your brows inched upward, clearly in awe that this fortune teller knew his true name. He knew you wouldn’t have told this woman, a stranger, whether you believed the con she was spewing or not. So Din sighed, and turned back to the wizened woman.
She nodded graciously at him, then stepped aside, directing him to enter her cart. Din cast another glance in your direction, and you merely shrugged. Then smirked.
What did that mean?
Din ducked into the warm cart and sat, thankful for the filtration system in his helmet. He had a feeling that the incense burning in the corner would give him a headache. The fortune teller took her seat in front of him, and watched him carefully. She was like an old crow, eyes glued on her dying target, waiting for him to take his last breath so she could feast.
“I understand that you might not believe the things I do. And that’s fine. As I told the girl, I admit that a good portion of this business is conning the gullible. However, I really am gifted with the sight, and if you truly care for that girl out there, you will want to heed what I have to say.”
So this was about you, not him. Din remained silent, reluctant to give the woman any tells. Unfortunately, while his armor hid his expressions and reactions from most people, his body language made him an open book to those who knew how to read the language. A con artist fortune teller was definitely one of those people. When she didn’t get a response out of him, she nodded, as if satisfied.
“I will start by saying this. There is darkness in all of us, Din Djarin. Sometimes people can overcome it, while others cannot. To some, it may be just a drop, or a puddle. To others, like you, it is a well. That isn’t to say that the darkness of one person is greater than another, or that the experiences of those with only a drop is anything less than those with a well. I like to think it represents how hard one has to work to become the person they want to be, in spite of the person they think they are, what a person thinks they are worth.”
Again, Din said nothing, and waited for the woman to get to the point.
“For Y/N, that darkness is a pit. A yawning, bottomless pit that she is trying so desperately to climb out of. When I was reading her, I could tell that you-- regardless of the exact parameters of your relationship with her-- were like a lifeline, a rope thrown over the edge in order to help her up. The child you are caring for together helps as well. Like a light that is guiding her out. Her muscles are sore, and her spirit is weary, but she will stop at nothing to reach the top, and find the two of you there, waiting for her. The future I gave her is one where she reaches you, and is able to bury the pit. Not entirely. But enough that she doesn’t have to fear falling into it again.”
“Are you going to warn me that you varnished her future? Doctored it up so that it was something she wanted to hear, instead of what she needed to hear?” Din asked, unable to keep the irritation from his tone.
“No. I told her of a future I really did see. But, as I told her, no future is actually set in stone. The sight is like an experiment. You can control certain variables, and arrive at a certain outcome. However, there are always external, uncontrolled variables that can come into play. For example, at one point, there was a future in which the Mandalorians never came to your rescue, and you were killed that day by that droid.”
Din’s entire body seized, and he felt the urge to roast the fortune teller and raze her cart to cinders.
“There was a future in which Y/N never found you, and she did everything in her power to end her existence during her recapture, knowing full well she wouldn’t be able to psychologically survive going back to Thasar.”
Din’s fingers clenched into a fist, and his jaw worked. Just who the hell was this woman?
“There is a future in which she climbs out of that pit. Several, in fact. However, of all the outcomes I had seen when I touched her hand, an alarming majority of them show her falling back into it.”
“So you’re warning me then, that she’ll slip, and won’t be able to climb out again,” Din stated, but the fortune teller’s frown deepened, and she shook her head, eyes clouded in sadness.
“No. I’m warning you that she won’t want to.”
Din hesitated. “I find that hard to believe. Not for one second that I’ve known Y/N have I seen her stop fighting. She’s possibly the strongest, most stubborn person I have ever known.”
“While this is true beyond more than you currently know, she is on her last leg. She has fallen, over and over again, and as much as she thinks she can bounce back each time, she can’t. If you don’t believe me, then consider how she was willing to die rather than go back to her enslavement. You know of what I’m referring to. You saw her eyes when she was back in Thasar’s grip.”
“What will happen then, if she doesn’t want to get back up?”
“There is a force in her that is, overall, fairly neutral. It’s been growing stronger, the more she’s felt love and acceptance from others in the last few months. But it has also grown stronger the more she feels hatred, and rage, and sometimes… sometimes nothing at all. If she falls, that power too will fall to her darkness, and the consequences will be irrevocable. The girl you know will no longer exist. She’ll die in that pit, and something else will climb out.”
“The past is easy to see,” the woman continued. “It’s already happened. The sight, of course, isn’t so transparent with the future. However, there is one thing I felt in Y/N with absolute certainty; there are two possible events of immeasurable grief in her future. Either one will happen, or the other. Both are devastating in their own right, but one she’ll be able to overcome. Unfortunately, with the amount of bad outcomes outweighing the good, I fear that the second instance is more likely.”
“How do I know this isn’t just some elaborate hoax?”
The old woman glared at him.
“Haven’t I proven with how much information I know of the two of you that my business isn’t a complete sham?”
“It’s all information Y/N could have easily shared during her reading.”
“I don’t need to see your eyes to know that you don’t believe that for a single second, boy.”
Din said nothing. The woman sighed.
“You know it’s all a possibility, because you’ve already seen her slipping. In that moment between her and the Twi’lek. You came around that corner, looked into her eyes and saw that pit. She didn’t even look like the girl you knew, the girl you cared about.”
The old woman stood as Din clenched his jaw. He knew damn well you wouldn’t have breathed a word of your past to a complete stranger, just like you wouldn’t have given her his name. This fortune teller was the real deal, there was no denying it. It wasn’t so far out of the realm of possibility. He’d seen stranger things. For gods’ sake, he’d watched you straight up mind control someone once.
The woman plucked something off one of her shelves and turned back to him as Din also stood.
“As a sign of my earnestness, this conversation was free of charge, as was Y/N’s reading.” She tossed him the coin purse you must have given her to pay for your reading. “In all the long years I have been with the sight, I have not once seen something so terrifying, and so devastating as that girl giving up after all she’s been through. For my own peace of mind, I hope that I have helped her in some way, and that’s enough payment for me.”
“In addition, this is the best parting advice I can give in all this. Keep looking. I can see that you will find who you are looking for. I don’t know who they are, but they have similar powers to your girl and child out there, and they know what it’s like to lose someone to their darkness. They will be able to answer some questions you have about them. And there are others you’ll meet along the way who will be able to answer some questions you have about yourself.”
Din hesitated before asking, “But meeting these people, getting those answers, it doesn’t change the certainty of the two possible events you mentioned?”
“I’m afraid not,” she murmured, tone heavy with remorse.
Din felt the woman’s sincerity, and finally, with only a small amount of reluctance, nodded, and said, “Thank you.”
He made his way to the door, but the fortune teller spoke up once more.
“She’s seen it, you know. The outcome of what you’ve been planning for some time now. It seems her powers give her some kind of sight as well.”
“What are you talking about?” Din rumbled, turning to face the woman.
“The good future I told her about. She’s seen it too. In a dream. Not that she remembers it, though, and it won’t come to pass exactly as she’s seen it. But I just thought you should know. In that ideal outcome, whenever you finally decide to make that journey, to take them both somewhere safe, it works, and she’s happy. All of you are.”
“It just depends on all the external variables that pop up between now and then,” Din stated matter-of-factly.
She smiled gravely. “Exactly.”
The fortune teller watched as the Mandalorian left her wagon. She crept over to her open window in time to see your strange group walking away, assessing as you animatedly chattered at the warrior as he led you down the street.
In this moment, you seemed so happy, just content to be accompanied by those that cared about you. And after everything she had seen in you from one simple touch-- the screaming, the pain, and the darkness-- the fortune teller couldn’t help but lament that you deserved more. For the first time, she felt like her gift was more of a curse. To see such a divide in your life, know that it was inevitable, and not be able to help you avoid it? A curse indeed.
However, you did have a Mandalorian in your corner, and a fine one at that. One that was going to be able to mend a connection that you couldn’t, and that was why she had chosen to warn him, not you. Still, the woman did not like the odds. Not one bit.
As the three of you disappeared into a throng of people, the fortune teller sent out a silent prayer to whatever gods looked over this galaxy, and murmured, “Good luck.”
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Fruits Basket, SE02, Ep24
This is a buildup ep for the finale. looks like furuba’s tradition for awkward buildup eps continues as this ep is clearly divided into two parts: machi & zodiac banquet.
-Killing the Vibe (furuba style):
Usually when writers buildup an emotional moment, they either go with it right away or if it is not its time, they slowly dissolve it or gradually redirect the story somewhere else. But the most important thing is that you hold on to the feeling they worked so hard to build but know that it will be dealt with later. Usually this is done with minor visuals such as quick flashback to the main event & the character taking deep breath ignoring it. But it is acknowledged that now it is not the time. Furuba doesn’t do that. If they build high moment & decide it is not the time to continue with it, they drop it abruptly, using the ending ost as a closing sign....which is odd cuz this is not episodic eps but continuing plot. They did it twice now: (a) tohru’s nightmare ep 19. it was treated as cliffhanger, but the next, we opened with yuki’s narrative where we see tohru normal. I know tohru’s issues will be dealt with later, perhaps season 3. But the nightmare moment was left hanging weirdly!! we never saw tohru deciding not to focus on it or anything! then (b) the kyo/tohru moment on stage & the symbolic tearing image ep23. Big moment which I know will be focused on later. But it is so freakin odd that we see them so normal in their daily activities..as if nothing happened. Not a slight visual hint that either one is troubled... I praised how in ep, 23, they showed tohru face worrying abt bits & pieces here & there. These visual hints connects the plot.. For a moment I thought Cinderella play is a filler!! but I don’t think so, since 3 major things happened (Tohru’s near confession, machi’s opinion of yuki, arisa’s recorded outburst) two of which dealt with this ep. I know they want the focus to be on yuki, seeing that his plotline is moving smoothly without awkward breaks, but why not smooth out the other’s plotline with minor visuals without the jarring jumps. Ending ost is not automatic shifts in continued plot. Oh well, it is a minor thing I felt, no big deal.
-Machi pov is here!:
I never expected to see machi today! nice surprise! So machi is not only lonely, she lives alone! that’s odd & tragic! how can a junior high school student live alone? since when was she living alone? & her mom calling to check on her or insult her or scold her! I never wanted a phone call to end this fast. Machi’s monologue was amazingly done. Rather than describing her feelings to us or stating what we are already seeing, the words came cold.. automatic.. slow.. without much emotions. Exactly imitating how machi feels abt herself. DULL. She never thought abt things such as fave color or fave place. never thought abt anything that requires personality or preferences. The imagery they used while she was walking in the street is epic! It explained her mentality! honestly even if she said nothing around that time while she was walking, the image would’ve done enough! Machi was able to see the change in yuki cuz she was able to sense that yuki too was dull/boring or felt he felt so. Now he laughs, jokes, interacts, & joins outside school activities. Negating the dull persona. Now, it is only her. machi questions if she can do the same but her question comes out loaded with her negativity. Instead of can I do the same? it is “ why Am i here? Her bad habits are pulling her back & resisting the change.
- Since they’re deciding to embark into the romantic aspect of mach/yuki & to further add contrast to his interaction with tohru, machi is shown so struck by yuki’s presence, she falls. Typical romantic moment that I appreciate for machi who thinks she isn’t typical girl. but dull girl. Yuki finding the leaf & being happy that she treasures it adds to his self-esteem as it tells him that he is worthy to be treasured. I love machi’s indecisive responses! It gives her personality! as she is reluctant between denying or telling the truth. She was never in such situation, so she doesn’t know what to do!! blushing red like her leaf, machi didn’t only go with friends, she also learned her fave color! yuki, developing the future boyfriend detective sense like kyo, guessed it that machi likes red. You remember things abt ppl you find interesting! Machi felt that perhaps to yuki she is not dull, but interesting enough to want to learn things abt her!
-Tohru is a grown woman!!!
trust me to take 5sec interaction that involves my girl & write a deep analytic paragraph! Call it building sandcastles out of nothing but I don’t care! XD. tohru deserves some spotlight! I’m a bit disappointed that the scene is shown form a far to include yuki & shiggure..(WHY???. They can have their moment later! let my girl have a screenshot for a change!!) & the art quality is the lowest in the ep, lol & but whatever~~~ let’s focus on the positive side! my tohru bought sth for herself!! tohru who spent her hard earned money on buying candy ingredients for the filthy rich sohma’s instead of paying her tuition fees?!! tohru who wore a worn out swimsuit for school & didn’t see the value in buying new one ?! tohru whose school bag have seen better days as hiro said?!! tohru bough herself a scarf with pompom!!& she’s PROUD!! & she goes & shows kyo!!!! cuz she loves him & cuz in SE01 he was mad she doesn't buy herself stuff & cuz she knows he’ll be proud of her & cuz she want show off her cuteness & get his attention & cuz she wanna tease him!! Did you see my girl deliberately hit him with the pompom??? my girl is feisty!! She teases!! Tohru has this feisty, forward personality that she hides but peeks in certain instances!! Like when she teased kyo that he’s still scared of the stain on the wall..like when she calls him cute later this ep!! I’m so happy for every tiny teeny moment of tohru where she is herself & not the worrying mom or friend, when she is focused abt what she shows & what she wants & right now she wants kyo to notice her! GIRL HE ALREADY DOES! you are killing him already tohru..he’d be dead by now if he wasn’t a cat with 9 souls! XD.
-Yuki is leaving Akito’s side:
coming to the big moment in this ep. Akito is loosing yuki. Not only yuki decided by himself to attend the banquet that he avoided last year, he also talked to akito & forgave him for everything before. Yuki is letting go of the past. Forgiveness is a cure ppl! it’s the hardest achieved cure. it cuts the ties to negativity & free the person from the painful feelings. Akito knows she’ll be loosing a zodiac member soon! she reacts the same way she did with hatori! violently resisting change, violently making a statement that I’m the ruler of you. However, unlike when it was hatori, no one came to her. Kureno stopped her. but the rest went to yuki, to the rebel, to the one who caused her pain & rage. Akito is not only loosing yuki...she is slowly loosing all of them.
- Yuki continues the next step in his growth & frees hatori from his sins. By allowing himself to accept that he is not a helpless victim, yuki was able to see the others plain as well. Before, in his mind, he was the only one suffering, others are cruel, but now, he sees the criminal who erased his friends memories was also suffering all along. Perhaps yuki thinks that akito is suffering too? That’s why chose to forgive her & tell her that I don’t hate you anymore or hold grudge.
Side Notes:
I’m so glad kakeru had so little to do with machi & yuki interaction here. He is a character that demands spotlight & if his role was bigger, machi would disappear, it will be another yuki/kakeru moment. Also, since machi/kakeru parallel aya/yuki, you bet kakeru will be more involved between them in order to get closer to his sister & fix the gap like aya did, so I appreciate the moment of only yuki/machi now as it is unique moment without any parallels involved.
After learning of Shigure’s correct line, I can now see how things would’ve been better for akito, if she learned from yuki’s rebellion. loosing one is less painful than loosing them all, which she will. Shigure was eager for her to be spared the pain. or he might be eager for sth else entirely! but he wants this to end.
Shigure sure wasn’t himself this ep! he was restless & his jokes were all over the place, he nearly caused a misunderstanding between hatori & Mayko. I think shigure is hearing the curse breaking!!!!!
Rin & kyo!!!! I never knew I needed this!!! like last ep, I was celebrating hana & kyo, & the return of kyo & haru!! but rin & kyo is unique duo since it is not a teasing dynamics! it is a we-are-too-similar dynamics! XD
Kazuma is luv!! ugh!! my heart! what a man!! so caring & kind & ever so gentle! look at him going to rin to invite her! no kid should be alone in new years! look at him teasing his son!! look at him out polite tohru! just look at him!!!
I appreciate that the boys (kyo,yuki.haru,momiji) have different body types from each other. however, since kyo’s body changing is mentioned in the story many times, they focused on showing him growing since the 2nd ep of season 2 & more so in the beach arc & they steadily continued ever since!!! this ep, even with the low quality they showed his Adam’s apple & he is taller next to shishio. Also his baggy clothes help defy the lanky art style. With yuki, since his beauty is mentioned in the story, they’ve been focused on his face, giving him HD quality beauty all the time, but not much when it comes to his body. but today, he looked a lil bit older in machi’s scene? I duno if it is the new clothes or they’re finally allowing his body to grow?! I hope so. They are still making him so lanky as his legs were only a bit meatier than machi’s in the fight scene, but hey lankiness is the show’s art style, just look at hatori </3. They focused on making Momiji baby as it is mentioned in the story that he doesn’t look like a highschooler at all, but I swear he looks a bit older this ep!! right???
Speaking of hatori, hello there~ doc~ I never knew I needed hatori in Japanese clothes this much! It hid the lankiness & gave him the adult manly look he deserves!! so hot!!! I heard his grunt in my heart as he took his clothes off! XD. Soyou’re attached to the school sensie now~~ a lit bit worried your filthy buddy is putting hands on her..huh? oh!, if only you knew that your goofy pal is the master mind behind your new love story! I think he knows tho~
I never expected machi to be that cute!!! machi/yuki is so cute!
Rin sleeps sitting...like a horse? rin didn’t feel haru? i thought horses are as jumpy as cats! lol
Tohru & kyo are having quality flirting time with no interference from either shigure or yuki. lol.. shishio is amazing! XD
Kureno has the DVD now..let the war begins!!!
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➣ just a soft something for my beautiful bigger readers. It’s mostly for me but also for you hope you enjoy.
❒ pairing: min yoongi x chubby reader
❒ genre: fluff, little angst
❒ alternative universe: domestic, married, non-idolverse
❒ rating: NC 17
❒ word count: 1.1k +
warnings/disclosures: body issues, slight mentions of bullying, slight mention of low self esteem, this is a chubby reader fic, I threw a baby into the mix last minute because I couldn’t help myself, half of this was written yesterday, Idk if you can tell where I fell asleep and then picked up lol, I read something kinda poetic and I wanted to try idk of it came out well, nothing too serious because we love soft loved up yoongi
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Small slivers of sunlight slither through the cracks in the blinds warming exposed skin, illuminating dips and curves of rumpled bed sheets. There’s a chill in the air, tufts of unruly hair splayed across a pillow, as sleep still clings heavily to Yoongi’s frame. A pesky, needy little thing that holds him hostage, keeps him submerged in whatever fantastical world his consciousness has crafted for him. Yet even here in his utopian land of dreams he’s aware of a missing piece. Heavy limbs stretch out searching blindly for a source of warmth that once claimed the spot opposite his, he comes up empty, brows pinching together in befuddlement. The fog that had once claimed his vision begins to clear, taking the siren whose song held him captive in the land of dreams, he blinks once, twice, eyelids still heavy, almost beckoning him back to the warm embrace of slumber. He denies himself the pleasure, shifting around before sitting up. The bright red numbers of the digital clock greet him, 7:45 they scream, moving to slowly sink into his consciousness, that is slow to wake. He groans as he stretches his limbs feeling the relief as sleep stiff joints sound off in quick sharp pops, before he’s moving again.
This particular morning is quiet more so than the last though he can’t quite remember when that was. He’s used to long nights, used to coming home to a quiet house and cold dinner, used to climbing into bed and curling around your sleeping form. A small price to pay to keep the roof over your heads and food in your bellies, but most of all he does it for you. Though really he knows you would prefer he do it for himself. The soft muted pad of his feet on carpeted floors carry him towards the kitchen, nose twitching as the familiar scent of medium roasted coffee beans fill his being rousing his brain further. His senses, still dulled, are slow to pick up the soft overly sweet scent of your peppermint coffee creamer, slower still to hear your soft whispered call of his name. It’s only till he’s pressed to your back, body molded to yours, hands up your T-shirt that he hears your call. The soft tone you use when you know he’s not fully awake yet, the way you care enough to coax him to full consciousness with soft words and an even softer touch.
But this time he’d surprised you, the feel of his warm palms on your skin is far and few between. Not because he doesn't want to, if he’d had his way he’d never keep his hands to himself. No, it’s more so your own fault, maybe it was the years of ridicule, perhaps it was the self loathing. Maybe it was the early 2000’s movies that had promised you a glow up that came with puberty. Truly though it was perhaps a combination of all three but you liked this too. Prefered it actually, his touch was always hesitant, hands stopping midway only to fall back to his sides because he understood your hesitance. Knew of your internalized self hatred over how you looked and how you’d been lied to all your life. How not everyone was deemed worthy of crazy fast metabolisms. Nor the sudden drop in weight once puberty sank its teeth into you, no you weren’t one of the lucky ones. You had bigger thighs and a meatier tummy, with soft upper arms and rounded cheeks. You weren’t cute, not petite or doll like or even slim like others you were just you. Plain old you, but Yoongi didn’t mind. He liked you, liked the softness of your upper arms, the roundness of your cheeks. More than liking your bigger thighs, loved watching them dimple under his grip, loved the feel of them as he laid his head in your lap, he didn’t care about the meatiness of your tummy, because your skin was still soft. Still warm to the touch, you just had more for him to love, and he did, he loved you as you were. Even if you shied away from his touch sometimes, especially on those bad days where you questioned why, why he’d chosen to love you when no one else had?
And for that Yoongi didn’t have an answer, but did he really need one? He loved you and that should’ve been enough, was enough because here you were now half dressed in his kitchen. Sighing softly as his thumbs brushed the underside of your bare breasts. His lips pressing kisses to the column of your throat, eagerly taking bits of flesh between teeth, not enough to mark but enough to feel the slight sting of pain. He pressed his hips impossibly close to your ass, morning wood nestled in the crack between your cheeks. Your body is reacting accordingly, shifting slightly so that your ass presses more firmly to his crotch. There's a soft tortured whine slipping past your lips as he pulls you closer still, fingertips teasing the elastic of your panties as his chest rumbles softly on a groan. You part your lips, tongue wrapped around the syllables of his name but are startled by the sharp ‘bwah’ that ricochets around the room pulling your lust addled brain back to the present.
Wide eyes stare at you bouncing in the playpen as you and Yoongi watch equally as doe-eyed as your son. You’re quick to pull away from him closing the distance between the island and you're one year old. He’s reaching up to you making smacking noises as you lift him onto your hip kissing his head and whispering soft words of adoration. Yoongi watches a soft smile titling his lips when your son lays his cheek on your shoulder squishing his already cherub features further. Adoration shines bright in your eyes as you bounce the baby a little with soft laughs peppering more little kisses to his single exposed cheek. It’s now that he registers the coffee mug and the pancakes, the way you easily plop the little chubby bundle of joy in his arms leading him to his chair.
Your son sits comfortably in Yoongi’s lap making more smacking noises as he reaches for the pieces of pancake you’ve cut up for him. And here in the quiet peacefulness of this morning he can’t help but feel it's perfect. He pulls you into his side, startling you slightly as you gaze down at him to meet his stare.
“Love you.” he whispers leaning into you, your lips twitch upwards as you lean down kissing his forehead with a soft smile, a confirmation of what he already knows, your own ‘me too’.
#houseofddaeng#bangtanarmynet#bangtanuniversity#heartsforbtsnet#min yoongi x reader#min yoongi#chubby reader#emm writes#mine works#mine writings#mine fics#alternative universe: domestic#alternative universe: marriage#non-idol verse#genre: fluff#genre: slight angst(?)
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Taylor Kitsch on 'Shadowplay' and Taking on Darker Roles: "It's the Most Fulfilling"
Kitsch plays a Brooklyn cop sent to post-War Berlin in the period crime drama, which premieres at the CanneSeries TV festival.
For a fan of Friday Night Lights, it's hard to sit across from Taylor Kitsch and not picture high-school bad boy Tim Riggins, the character — part womanizer, part wounded man-child — Kitsch played for five seasons in the acclaimed, Emmy-winning NBC drama.
But Kitsch has spent the last decade of his career carving out a darker path, with stand-out roles in Ryan Murphy's TV movie The Normal Heart, on the second season of True Detective, and as cult leader David Koresh in Paramount Network's Waco.
For his latest role — as Max McLaughlin in Shadowplay — Kitsch has again gone deep and dark. The period crime drama, from the creators of Nordic noir series The Bridge, sees Kitsch playing a Brooklyn cop assigned to set up a police force in the chaos of post-World War II Berlin and to take down the Capone of post-war Berlin, "Engelmacher" Gladow (played by Sebastian Koch). Max is also on a mission to save his brother Moritz (Logan Marshall-Green). Both siblings share a common, childhood trauma, but have taken very different paths. Moritz, who served in World War II, has returned to Germany and begun to hunt down unrepentant Nazis, killing them in increasingly brutal ways.
Michael C. Hall, Nina Hoss, Tuppence Middleton, and Mala Emde co-star. Kitsch spoke to The Hollywood Reporter's European Bureau Chief Scott Roxborough while on a break from shooting Shadowplay in Prague. The series, from Studiocanal’s Tandem Productions and Canada’s Bron Studios, premieres at TV festival CanneSeries.
There have been a lot of movies, and TV series, made about World War II, but almost nothing from when Shadowplay is set, the immediate aftermath of the war.
I had no idea what things were like in '46. I don't know what I thought but it wasn't this. The violence didn't stop after the war. Everything just went rogue. I got here a few weeks before we started shooting and went to Berlin to see all the sites for myself. I took a week and went to Auschwitz to study that. You can look at these pictures all day but being there you have a sense of the gravity of it all.
This series seems much bigger, and more ambitious than much of the television you've done in the past.
[Creators Mans Marlind's and Bjorn Stein's] vision is so big. Even shooting-wise, we have huge action set pieces but then also very beautiful scenes. Today we have a huge scene, where we blow up the police station. It looks unbelievable. Dust rising like a huge cloud before the firefight ensues. It's the biggest action sequence we have in the whole series. But it's the heavier stuff, the emotional stuff, that is going to drive the show. And that's what I find most challenging. Me and my brother Moritz go through trauma, our mom is shot in the kitchen by our father and we see it. My character, Max, deals with that trauma completely differently from Moritz. So every time we have a scene together, the stakes are so high. I was talking to [Shadowplay co-star] Nina [Hoss] yesterday and was saying how the scenes I struggle with are exposition. I hate exposition, talking to drive a storyline. In the scenes that are black and white, where it's clear what's happening and what the stakes are, those are the scenes you live for. Waco was like that: it was clear what I was doing in every scene. It's similar here.
You've been taking on meatier roles recently. Is that deliberate on your part?
Absolutely. I think it's more my wheelhouse now than it's ever been. I think that's originally why I went to study acting. I never ever thought it would be a possibility to end up leading crazy big movies or series. I just wanted to do indies. I love it. It is the most fulfilling.
How are you picking your roles now, what do you look out for?
I ask myself: "Does it scare me? Can I do it?" If it's on the verge, where I'm scared I can't do it, then I'm interested. Then, of course, it's about who's the director, what's the subject matter, what's the voice? But I think it's the fear that drives me most of the time. I say to other actors I admire all the time: there are going to be things where you swing and miss, but there are going to be others where you hit it out of the park. Failure is OK. As long as it doesn't completely end your career [laughs].
The actors I admire don't worry about the repercussions, of "what are people going to say?" People like Benicio [Del Toro], he's had a lasting effect on me. Or Josh Brolin. He and I are still close [since working together on 2017's Only the Brave.] He's had a major swing with Avengers but at the root, he's just a great actor. When you take the greats you can put them in anything and they'll still be great. Brolin is awesome. Joe Mantello sticks with me. I always think of him from Normal Heart. He just blew me away.
In Shadowplay, you're acting alongside Nina Hoss, who's a big star here in Germany. What's that been like?
I was just told when I signed on: "oh, you're going to love her." Now she is one of my favorite actors or actresses I ever worked with. I'm a fan for life. She is just incredibly giving. No ego. There are actors out there that are more worried about themselves than the scene alone or reaching the potential of a scene. She wants to reach the potential of the scene. And that doesn't matter if it's at the cost of her or whatever it is. She's very engaging and comes prepared, and is a pro. She's just all-in. And she's really, really good. I'd love to work with her again.
You have been trying to get Pieces — your first film as a director — off the ground. What the state of that?
Basically, it goes back to me just wanting more indies to get made. Or just original films. My agent told me that something like 20 of the last 21 highest-grossing movies have been sequels or franchise films. That's pretty fucking alarming.
It's been tough to get financing [for Pieces]. And this is for a low-, almost no-budget movie. The genre is tough too. It's not like I'm going to do a young adult horror or a rom-com. This is an ode to the gritty, 1970s kind of character-driven movie. Tough to say to financiers: "You want to make this with me?" And they are like: "I don't know how many people are going to see this."
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there’s something in the water
(seulrene gp!seulgi gp!irene frotting)
joohyun isn't a big fan of water, so when her girlfriend suggests they take a trip out to the beach, she's set on only laying back and maybe getting a tan. seulgi, however, has other ideas.
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joohyun was not a big fan of water. or swimming. or any other water-related activities.
so when her girlfriend suggested they take a trip out to the beach, joohyun was set on only laying back and maybe getting a tan.
beside her, seulgi clicked the sunblock bottle closed. “are you sure you don’t want to take a dip in with me?”
joohyun looked out at the view of the beach. the resort they’d booked at was on the exclusive--and expensive--side, so there were a lot fewer people out here than any other regular beach. the only other people besides them were a few kids being watched over by their parents, not even a lifeguard in sight because of the clear, shallow water.
joohyun shook her head and laid back on the lounger, putting on her sunglasses. “I’m good, babe. you go ahead.”
seulgi stood up from her own lounger beside her and stretched her arms up, warming up her muscles for the cool water that was about to hit her skin.
joohyun watched her from the corner of her eye. seulgi’s gaze was focused out at the scene of the beach and the perfect weather, but joohyun’s attention was on her girlfriend. seulgi was, like joohyun, wearing board shorts to the beach--it was the best way to hide their packages, since a bikini bottom was an outright no and leggings and swimsuits of the like were a little tight and weird.
seulgi was so beautiful, her golden skin on display, especially after she’d taken off the kimono shirt that was half covering her up. the older woman bit her lip when she saw the shadow of seulgi’s dick beneath her pale yellow board shorts, the same color her bikini top was if only a bit obviously easier to see through. seulgi was teasing her for sure, but joohyun couldn’t resist; a quick look at her own shorts showed her own bulge, cock beginning to wake up thanks to the way joohyun’s thoughts were heading.
she almost jumped when seulgi swiftly delivered a kiss upon her lips. “you look like you’ve got a problem there,” she teased, leaning in closer and kissing joohyun’s cheeks until her lips met the shell of the older woman’s ear. joohyun watched her dick stand up at attention, a little resigned, but she couldn’t blame herself, not when seulgi was inches away, and especially not when she was this half naked. “need some help?”
joohyun closed her eyes, unable to resist imagining removing her shorts and spreading her legs wide open for seulgi to go down on her, bobbing her head along her length with the beach behind her, making for a beautiful view. she felt herself throb even harder in her shorts. fuck. no way. get it together.
“I am not going to let you touch me, even on a private beach like this.”
seulgi chuckled and leaned back up before throwing a leg over joohyun, gently sitting on top of her at the perfect angle, joohyun gasping at the feeling of their dicks meeting. she was rock hard now.
“why not? no one’s here.” seulgi had a point. the family that was here earlier were gone now, and the entire stretch of beach was theirs.
joohyun shifted nonetheless. “because I don’t want a scandal.”
seulgi laughed and rocked a bit, inconspicuous, but it made joohyun grunt anyway, the friction of their dicks and the materials of their shorts against each other a little too good. “scandal? unnie, we’re not celebrities. no one’s going to care. maybe fifteen minutes of fame for a porn site--but that’s it.”
the older woman bit her lip and looked away, but seulgi’s movement forced her eyes back. the taller woman dragged a hand down her own stomach and slipped a thumb between her navel and the waistband of her swimming shorts, pulling them down until joohyun got a peek of seulgi’s member. then she raised her hips as the garter cupped around her balls and half erect cock, rubbing it with a sunblock-soaked hand, smirking down at joohyun who felt her own swimming shorts get tighter and tighter.
“come on out in the water with me, unnie. we’ll have a good time.”
"I don't swim."
"the only thing that will be swimming is your sperm. and mine."
joohyun looked up at seulgi, seulgi and her teasing grin, seulgi and her golden tan, seulgi and the future joohyun could see with her. she was never an adventurous person, but seulgi could edge a bit of it out of her now and again, and to joohyun it meant the world.
she’d follow seulgi wherever she went, because the younger girl always made sure joohyun was happy, if a bit out of her comfort zone, but always better in the end. this was probably one of those times, and joohyun couldn’t resist. not with seulgi’s dick against hers.
“fine.”
seulgi grinned and hid her cock in again, happily tugging her along as they weaved through the clear, cold water. it was probably one of the best beaches joohyun would ever be in--she could see all the way down to her toes in the white sand. the price was definitely worth it.
joohyun could swim, it was just that she'd really rather not, in all possible occasions. and so as soon as the water was her chest level, she climbed onto seulgi's back and wrapped her legs around the taller woman's waist and placed her arms atop her wide shoulders.
"is this it? you want me to fuck you in the water?" the older woman asked, raising a brow as seulgi laughed and waved her hands around.
"no! that doesn't sound very appealing. at least not in seawater."
so does that mean seulgi would be willing if it was a private pool? a bath?
the bathtub in the room they'd booked?
joohyun blinked as seulgi pushed her away and turned around so that they were now face to face.
with a quick kiss onto her lips and hands sneaking between joohyun's back and the waistband of her coral pink shorts, seulgi tugged at them, helped slip them off joohyun's pale legs until her bottom was completely naked.
and then joohyun watched seulgi heave in a deep breath before suddenly diving into the water. "seulg--gck!" joohyun choked as she felt seulgi's hands cup her ass cheeks and mouth wrap around her dick. joohyun's legs opened wider in reflex, her hands going down to curl around seulgi's bobbing head. seulgi held her up and rocked her hips back and forth for her, cock buried in the cavern seulgi provided.
joohyun moaned, long and low, and leaned back, surrendering to the addicting feeling of seulgi's hot hole juxtaposed to the cold temperature of the ocean around them. if joohyun looked down she knew she'd be able to see seulgi's head swallowing down her shaft, pumping her with her lips and tongue, but for now, this was enough.
it took several long seconds before seulgi resurfaced with a gasp, and even joohyun felt breathless when she watched seulgi catch her breath, skin wet and glistening in the afternoon sun. she was so beautiful, gasping for breath after trying something new with joohyun, always making sure whatever shenanigans she'd push joohyun into that was outside her comfort zone were going to be fun, and they were going to be worth it.
even their relationship made joohyun wary--wouldn't they be better off fucking pussy instead of flinging their swords around at each other all the time?--but seulgi pushed, gently, carefully, and now joohyun was addicted. she would never imagine being with anyone else. would never imagine getting an underwater blowjob from anyone else, either. seulgi was a keeper.
"I love you," joohyun said when she swam closer, wrapping her arms and legs around her girlfriend as seulgi laughed. "I love you so much."
"I," seulgi swallowed and wrapped her own arms around the smaller woman. "I love you too, unnie. was it that good?" she teased.
joohyun kissed her shoulder. "it was perfect."
"do you want me to do it again?"
the older woman held onto her tighter. "no," she answered honestly, because she really didn't want seulgi to drown while giving her a blowjob. "I just want to bury this cock in your tight little ass."
seulgi caressed her bare back. "I want to try something else first, is that okay?"
"as long as you won't risk drowning."
seulgi laughed before sneaking a hand between them and shifting, joohyun feeling the younger woman pull her own waistband down and fish her cock out. joohyun moved so their dicks were aligned and against each other, held in the palm of seulgi's hand, and they both moaned as soon as she pumped.
"you feel so good, unnie."
joohyun groaned in response as she looked down, seulgi's hand and long fingers caressing them both. she was fully erect now, thanks to seulgi's mouth. while the younger wasn't quite where joohyun was at yet, this was the only time their dicks were the same size. joohyun was nothing to scoff at, but seulgi was bigger, meatier, and joohyun loved the fact that seulgi would rather bottom for her every time.
the older woman kept one hand on seulgi's shoulder and brought the other one down to roughly rub against the tips of their dicks while they were still level, seulgi whimpering the same time joohyun grunted, the younger's dick stiffening up in the cold water.
when she was past joohyun's length and an inch longer, the smaller woman (in both senses) brought both hands down and rubbed their crowns as seulgi pumped their shafts and fondled their balls.
seulgi was humping her in the water now, closing her eyes in bliss as joohyun hit her favorite spot, roughly chafing the pads of her fingers against the lining of her cockhead as it met the rest of her length.
"unnie," seulgi whined, head tilted skyward. joohyun watched the ocean water drip down her cheek, watched her brow furrow. seulgi's nails dug into joohyun's back. she was close now, and so was joohyun.
"I know, baby," the older woman whispered breathlessly as she felt seulgi's pace increase, rutting against her and splashing the water around them. joohyun let go and pulled seulgi closer, hugging her tight as seulgi have one last pump before she came. joohyun was right behind her, squeezing their dicks between their stomachs, bucking her hips to stimulate them and keep them going. she felt seulgi hug her closer as they came together, dicks throbbing and twitching together, cum mixing in between them, sullying the clear ocean water.
seulgi gasped when they finished, trying to catch her breath again, while joohyun only melted into their embrace.
the taller landed a kiss onto the side of joohyun's head, the older woman now exhausted from the activity and merely floating as seulgi held onto her. she'd not only had seulgi grinding down against her on the lounger earlier, but also got a blowjob, and only now came as their dicks rubbed against each other.
"oh no," seulgi chuckled when joohyun showed no signs of moving. "is grandma too tired to move n--OW!" she yelped when joohyun bit at her neck, more of surprised than hurt because joohyun obviously wouldn't do that much damage.
"you are such a brat. when will you grow up?" joohyun grumbled jokingly as seulgi slipped her shorts back on for her and tucked her softened dick back inside after one last rub against her tip. tsk. naughty kid.
"never," seulgi caressed her back and held her close. "I'm never, ever, ever, ever going to grow up." seulgi delivered each word with a kiss. "not by your standards, anyway, because you're always gonna be older than me, unnie. happy birthday."
joohyun hummed and nuzzled into seulgi's neck, content to just float around with seulgi's arms around her.
"as soon as you want to go back to shore, we can head to our room so you can fuck me for real. I packed a lot of lube knowing that would happen, so just tell me--"
joohyun pushed off of her before tugging her towards the shoreline, hearing seulgi's surprised giggles ring in the clear beach air.
"come on, then. we might as well be made of money from the price they made us pay for that suite. I want to get my money's worth out of that bed."
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*part 2 found here
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